Showing posts with label live discovery. Show all posts
Showing posts with label live discovery. Show all posts

Tuesday, June 11, 2013

Death Piggy
"Mangoes and Goats"

Holy crap! A POST! Alert the press! Slaughter the fatted calf! Drink some hot benzine!

OK, maybe don't hurt the poor, baby cow. I'm a vegetarian, after all.

So, I've not been posting for a number of reasons, all excellent. One of them is I've wanted to implement HTML5 Audio, for browsers that can use it, especially those that can't use Flash, like my newest phone (an otherwise kickass Motorola Atrix HD).

I wanted the HTML5 Audio stuff to be fancy-ish, and emulate the colors and whatnot of the rest of my blog, but I've just not had the time to sit down and learn Javascript well enough to do all that gunk . . . yet. Never say never, but, please, don't suggest that we sleep together.

Anyhow, I finally decided today, To heck with it, I'm tired of putting off posting, so here's a new (old) song!

Many, many years ago, my old punk band opened for Death Piggy in our hometown of Charlottesville, VA. We ended up becoming friendly with Death Piggy, who were from the distant environs of Richmond, VA, a full hour's drive away, and played a buncha shows together over the next few years.

Death Piggy released three kick butt little 7" EP records full of dadaist, chaotic punk rock before morphing into the band today known as GWAR, whose name may ring a bell. GWAR are great fun live, but I prefer the musical output of the original band. They followed their debut EP, and source of today's song, Love War, with Death Rides the Fairway . . ., then, finally, R45.

Those three records were all fairly limited press runs and went out of print rather quickly. A CD was released in 1999, SMILE or DIE !!!, with the entire contents of the three records, but it, too, was limited, and it's long gone, as well.


NOTA BENE: Death Piggy also had an exclusive song, Fear of Murder, on the Mutopia cassette compilation released by D.S.I. Records. I almost included it instead of Mangoes and Goats, but the sound is super muddy and it's just not as good a song. Still, completists be aware! Or should that be beware?

Saturday, October 27, 2012

Mahjongg
"Hot Lava"

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Mahjongg opened for Pretty Girls Make Graves and the Constantines here several years ago. Despite only catching their final two songs, I was impressed enough to pick up their debut EP, Machinegong, that night. I saw 'em again (a full set, too) when their first album, RaYDONcoNG 2005, came out and they were even better. This track is from the album, and was one of the two that I really dug at that first show.

Since then, they've released a couple more excellent albums, Kontpab and The Long Shadow of the Paper Tiger, but their MySpace hasn't been updated in two years, so I'm not sure what their status is.

They switched it up on instruments, so I'm not sure which members are which, but the guy who played bass on this song (I think) was wearing a t-shirt with two, intersecting, pink triangles the first time I saw them. When I bought Machinegong at their merch table that night, I asked him if he was gay, based on the shirt, and he said he was.

Friday, October 26, 2012

The Plot to Blow Up the Eiffel Tower
"For Marcus"

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The Plot to Blow Up the Eiffel Tower opened for a popular underground band at a show here a number of years ago. I went on the advice of a friend, and because I'd been hearing for years about how great the headlining band were. I thought they were OK, but that's the nicest thing I can say. On the other hand, TPtBUtET, whom I'd never even heard of before, kicked my ass quite nicely. Sadly, a few years later they called it a day. I saw them here again on their farewell tour and got kissed (on the cheek! I am a common-law-married man!) by their handsome singer. Were I single, I'd've swooned.

The titular focus of today's jukebox track was a real boy: Marcus Wayman. From the CD booklet:

Marcus Wayman, 18, was in a parked car with a 17-year-old male when police questioned the two, found condoms while searching the car, and arrested them for under-age drinking. At the police station, officers lectured the two teens on about the Bible's condemnation of homosexuality and threatened to tell Wayman's grandfather that he was gay. After Wayman, a highschool football player, was released from custody, he committed suicide in his home.

Was Marcus gay? Does it even matter? The simple presumption of homosexuality is enough for bullies to attack other kids, whether or not said victims are LGBT. Clearly, the police were bullies in this case. Marcus's family pressed civil charges against the officers and the town. Despicably, the attorney for the police tried to argue that sexual orientation is not a private matter!

The family setup a website in 2002 during the trial. I'll let them take over from here, from the What's New page:

Marcus' Story

Minersville, PA, USA: Marcus Wayman and another friend were in an abandoned parking lot where they were turning around their vehicle, coming from a high school party. The teens were immediately followed into the lot by local police. Officers at once stopped and separated the teens.

After frisking the teens, police found that one of them were carrying condoms. Officer Scott Willinsky within minutes concluded the boys were obviously queers (police quote) and stopping to engage in sex. After questioning the teens about the condoms, Willinksy had his mind made up, regardless of their answers.

The small town police threatened to tell the teens' families, friends and community that they were homosexuals and quoted biblical passages while placing them under arrest for underage drinking.

Marcus, a high school football player, distraught and despaired, scared that he would be labeled and outed as gay by the police to the small community, his family and friends … six hours later … committed suicide.

He was 18 years old.

In a time of rampant HIV, STD infections and teenage pregnancy, we teach and preach to our youth to practice safe sex. Yet in Minersville, carrying condoms is translated from responsible teenage behavior to being queer faggots (police quote).

In 1998, Madonna Sterling, Marcus' mother, filed civil charges against Minersville police officers and the town; specifically, Police Chief Joseph Willinsky and son Scott Willinsky (who is still an officer in Minersville), claiming that the officers clearly violated Marcus' privacy rights.

Due to the vague nature of sexual orientation being covered under privacy laws, the attorney for the police argued that sexual orientation was not considered private and therefore, not protected under the Constitutional Amendments. As a result, the defense moved for a dismissal from all charges against the very same police who are sworn to protect and serve all citizens.

During pretrial arguments in November 2000, the 3rd U S Circuit Court of Appeals in Philadelphia ruled that a person's constitutional right to privacy not only includes one's sexual orientation but stated it is difficult to imagine a more private matter than ones sexuality and a less likely probability that the government would have a legitimate interest in its disclosure. Further, by threatening to disclose ones homosexuality would be tantamount to doing so, because the security of ones privacy has been compromised by the threat.

The defense for the police further justified the actions of the police by saying that in small towns like Minersville, the police are obligated to take on parental roles as well act as spiritual advisors to members of their community .Chief Willinsky offers that, as a small town police officer, his role has parental overtones, thus, reducing the citizens' expectation of privacy. We mention this only to note our disagreement with the concept that the breadth of ones constitutional rights can somehow be diminished by demographics, US Circuit Judge Carlos Los Mansmann wrote in the ground-breaking, landmark opinion.

This high court ruling allowed the case to move forward and the civil trial was held in Allentown, Pennsylvania on November two-thousand and one. After three days of testimony, a jury acquitted the police from any wrongdoing.

And no one is held accountable???

On June 17th, 2002, the honorable and respectable, Judge Arnold C. Rapoport granted a new trial for this case, tossing out the previous acquittal. Judge Rapoport saying that the evidence presented at trial was clearly not heard or understood by the jury, calling the verdict a miscarriage of justice.

The defense immediately appealed for a reconsideration of Rapaport's decision to overturn the verdict and further plead to allow the Appellate Court hear whether it was within Judge Rapaport's authority to toss the verdict.

In a terse statement issued on October 18, 2002, Judge Rapaport issued a decision that boldly and flatly denied the defense's plea on both counts … clearing the way for the police to face new charges of misconduct, again, in front of a new jury for the invasion of privacy that prompted Marcus' suicide.

Let us not forget that Marcus' death and this case has afforded all gay, lesbian and bisexual people the right to privacy under the 14th Amendent to our Constitution. Never before has this been argued in a High Court. However, as such a political and controversial issue, this story has yet to be truly exposed. Under our Constitutional right to privacy, this case hangs in balance of what the government deems private and not. A truly unprecedented case that has wide spread implications on all American rights.

Furthermore, how many more youth must perish, thinking that suicide is preferable that being labeled as gay?

Please also note that it is not our intention, in any way, to claim that all police are bad officers. Those who have a sworn oath and duty to protect and serve, we truly thank and honor. However, in this case, we are speaking of cops who obviously forgot about that very same sworn oath.

Sunday, April 29, 2012

Teen Wheat
"Le Monte de Christo"

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Teen Wheat
Teen Wheat vs. Old Wheat
CD
(Dead Medium Records, 2004)

Not much I can tell you about Teen Wheat, sadly. Well, I can tell you one of the members worked at the local club The E.A.R.L. back then (and still does today, as he was working the door at the Jucifer show I attended recently). I saw them a couple of times last decade, and they were a relentless bulldozer of punk rock goodness.

Teen Wheat vs. Old Wheat was their only release.

I love it.

'Nuff said.

Tuesday, February 21, 2012

Calamus
"Boobtown"

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Calamus
Highdrive
CD
(Daredevil Records, 1999)

NYC scuzz metallers Angel Rot came to town a couple of times back in the late '90s. I think it was the second time that they came through that they were touring with the previously unknown to me German band Calamus. Whereas Angel Rot were dissonant and ugly (and fantastic), Calamus were more thick'n'groovy (and excellent). I was impressed enough that I bought the CDR EP they were selling that night, and I spun it many times in the ensuing weeks. A trip to their (now defunct) website showed that they'd released a couple of CDs already, plus a split 7" with the band Duster69.

The first of the CDs was a two-tracker named The Road Trax, but that's not what I'm featuring today on the jukebox, even though it's a fine slab of metal and plastic. No, today's song is the leadoff track to Highdrive, their first full-length album. The CDR EP mentioned above ended up being a teaser for their next album, These Days, released on the gently named I Used to Fuck People Like You in Prison Records, though the label website seems to have toned it down a bit, to simply People Like You Records. Wussbags.

When These Days was released, Calamus came back to town with NYC doom metallers Slow Horse, who featured the guy (Scott Sanfratello) who'd played drums with Angel Rot on that earlier tour. Crazy, man! Calamus never made it back over here, to the best of my knowledge, though they did release a couple more CDs: a self-released EP entitled A Few Lines in Mind and a full-length, The Same Old Demons.

These days (ha!), vocalist Ralf (in the cowboy hat above) sings for a band I found on-line the other day but whose name I now cannot for the life of me remember. The other guy in the photo is guitarist Jens. The two of them were responsible for all of Calamus's original material, with Ralf penning the lyrics and Jens planning out the notes.

Sunday, January 8, 2012

The Martha Dumptruck Massacre
"Two"

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Previously, on Lightning Jukebox: The Martha Dumptruck Massacre impressed Lightning (that's me!) with an unexpected, and great, live set at Lenny's.

You know one of the things I really hate? Disreputable club owners.

When The Martha Dumptruck Massacre returned to town a year or so later, they ended up playing at a club run by scumbags. I'm almost positive it was the same charlatans who ran a similar club that had recently closed. They expected bands to do all the promotion, then they paid bands based upon the number of people at the door who indicated they were there to see them. They generally charged $5 at the door and payed bands $1 or $2 for each tick mark at the end of the night. One of my old bands played there twice. First time, we got paid $10. Second time, a massive $4.

For local bands, this is a lousy deal, but, if one busts one's ass promoting, one can theoretically still get a decent turnout. The club did no print ads, by the way, and their website was rarely updated. So, no one would know you're coming, if you depended solely on the club to let people know.

Did the club inform touring bands of this?

NO

I spoke with bands who'd sent promo materials, such as tour posters, to the club, only to have said materials apparently just thrown away. I know there were two shows at that club where I was the entire paying audience for a touring band. When The Martha Dumptruck Massacre played this new club with the same modus operandi, I was, unsurprisingly, their entire paying audience. I felt horrible for them. On top of that, they were on a bill with a couple of (bad) teenage metal bands. Not exactly complementary, you know?

I bought all the merch they had that night (well, one of each thing I didn't already have, not their entire inventory), so they could hopefully at least get some food. The new release they had that night was the bearer of today's tune. It was a nifty three-song CDR EP in a hand letterpressed, gatefold, heavy, cardboard sleeve.

Unlike the Burning Bridge, The Atomic Plains is more of a chamber pop affair, with Joel on guitar and piano backed by viola and cello with minimal percussion. Today's track is the same song as yesterday's, in fact, in a completely new arrangement for this new configuration. This time 'round, however, it's entitled Two, rather than ____________. It's the second track on both releases, you see. Plus, it's version two of the song! :-D

Enjoy!

Sadly, since this release, the only thing I've heard about (and gotten, of course) was a CDR single with a gorgeous version of White Christmas. It even came with a Christmas card and a (probably now stale) candy cane.

Saturday, January 7, 2012

the Martha Dumptruck Massacre
"____________"

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Man, I wish I had a copy of the review I wrote of the first time I saw The Martha Dumptruck Massacre. I remember writing something like, Remember that quiet, cute boy at the back of your math class? The one you always wanted to talk to but were too shy? Well, The Martha Dumptruck Massacre is his band.

The first time I saw The Martha Dumptruck Massacre, it was not intentional. I'd gone to a now defunct local dive called Lenny's to see one of my favorite, also now defunct, local bands, Made in China. They were set to open, so I was going to watch them then head across town to another club to see another band who were doing a headlining set. As it turned out, the schedule got flipped (I think one of the MiC guys was late arriving or something, perhaps that was the night bassist/vocalist Rob Solomon auditioned for American Idol).

As a result, I ended up watching The Martha Dumptruck Massacre and being blown away. Many of their songs were low key indie rock, and some were more aggressiver (like today's song), but the one they played last, the nine minute epic Somewhere in the movie, had usually shyly reserved and slightly awkward leader/vocalist/guitar Joel Alter on his knees, banging the crap outta his guitar by the end. It was cathartic as a deleted expletive. I have my reasons for not posting it; they shall be revealed at a future date!

I bought the CD pictured above, the one containing today's song, that night plus a 7" EP.

Yes, the title of this song really is ____________, though I must admit I have estimated at the correct number of underscores (that estimate being 12, if you're keeping score).

They came back to town the next year, under very different circumstances.

To be continued . . .


Rob's big moment! Apparently, the song shown here is the one he used at the pre-audition. He sang something else for Simon and the gang; reality TV, my ass! His singing in Made in China was pretty cool; it reminded me a bit of the vocalist for '70s UK art punkers The Homosexuals.

Friday, January 6, 2012

Double-O
"You've Lost"

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OO
 OO
7" EP
(R&B Records/Dischord Records, 1983)

Sometimes, OK often, bands fall through the cracks of history. OO   is one of them. They featured former members of bands that appeared on the seminal harDCore (i.e., hardcore from Washington, D.C.) compilation album Flex Your Head†, and all four members went on to later bands of varying success‡. Aside from this one lil' 7" record, though, their recorded legacy is somewhat . . . scant.

photo: Sharon Cheslow

Sure, the band name on the cover is Double-O, but OO   is the way they wrote it. That's OO   as in two interlocking circles, as in unity. Yeah, they were emo-ish before the advent of emo. Back when emo was a music thing, that is, rather than a skinny jeans & guyliner thing. They explain it in more detail in this interview from the zine If This Goes On.

Musically, OO   were one of the earlier bands in the harDCore scene to incorporate such a marked heavy metal influence to their sound. They were also the first, to the best of my knowledge, to have a ballad in their repertoire: Funeral for a Friend. It's quite maudlin and far-and-away my least favorite track on this record. Still, I guess it has some historical significance, if nothing else. Sorta like smallpox. The other four songs on this platter are all ragers, though, and I picked my favorite for today's jukebox track.

NOTA BENE: As was traditional in D.C. at the time, the record was not released 'til after the band broke up.

VANTARSI: I was at the show from whence the above live pic comes. Prior to that, I'd never even heard of them.


Vocalist Eric L. had been in Red C and the rhythm section (Rich Moore & Bert Queiroz) had been in The Untouchables, as opposed to The Untouchables. Bert had also been in Youth Brigade, not to be confused with Youth Brigade.

Eric went on to E.N.B. (aka Eric's New Band) who eventually settled on the name Dove and got really mersh. Rich & Bert started Minor Threat Jr., aka Second Wind. Guitarist Jason went on to play with grating artpunkers 9353.

Friday, September 2, 2011

NO
"12:34"

NO
Relax
LP
(Tsunami Records, 2005)


Not much I can you about this one, sadly. With a name as short as NO, it's rather tough to do research, y'know? I know from the back cover that Jason played drums and sang, while Scott played guitar and sang. I know from seeing them open for Unpersons at a squat that Jason had a red beard and big red afro, whereas Scott had straight, brown hair and played a blue, I think, guitar. I'm pretty sure they were listed on the flyer that night as NO!, though the record front cover shows them as , whereas elsewhere on the cover they are simply NO. They were from Athens, GA, and this was their only release, as far as I am aware. It's on snazzy white vinyl, too. If anyone has further details they can share, that'd be just ducky! The website for the record label is full of dead links, sadly, including the one to info on them.

:'-(

Thursday, July 21, 2011

Faceless Werewolves
"(Yeah) (Yeah) Come On"

Faceless Werewolves
Faceless Werewolves
CD
(Already Gone Records, 2003)


I saw these folks at SXSW back in 2006. I'd never heard of them before, and I was blown away. Today's song is from their first CD, which is a super secret release, as they don't include it in their official discography, unlike the two albums that have followed on Super Secret Records. I guess they probably consider it a demo or something. Most of the 12 songs have been re-recorded for the albums that followed, but this one was not.

After no activity for quite a while (their most recent album, Pardon Me, Are Those Your Claws On My Back?, was released in 2008), their MySpace now says, "Faceless Werewolves are back!" and they logged to their account very recently. I, for one, am pleased.

Friday, May 6, 2011

UFO
"Reasons Love"

UFO
No Heavy Petting
LP
(Chrysalis Records, 1976)

So, yeah, I'm a metalhead. Deal with it.

It was 8th grade when Jeff B______ asked me one day in Spanish class, snidely, Baltimore, do you like anything besides heavy metal? He was a dick, and not the good kind. The following year, I rationalized to myself that I couldn't possibly be gay, 'cause I liked such tough music. Amongst bands making said tough music, UFO was already one of my favorites. I even managed to see them that school year, with godlike guitarist Michael Schenker still in the band. It wasn't 'til 11th or 12th grade that I got this album, however. His soloing on this song floored me. I couldn't believe how fast he was playing! Sadly, he only lasted two more studio albums and left after the recording of their second live album, the classic Strangers in the Night.


NOTE: The intro to this song is my primary ringtone. Yeah, I make my own ringtones, bitch.

NOTE2: Schenker was the replacement for guitarist Bernie Marsden, who replaced Larry Wallis, who replaced Mick Bolton, who played on the previous UFO song I posted, Timothy.

NOTE3: Larry Wallis was the original guitarist for Motörhead, featured here just two days ago. Yes, the world of rock'n'roll is rampant with the sin of incest.

NOTE4: Schenker may be godlike, but his work outside UFO ranges from OK to awful. Be forewarned.

NOTE5: Astute listeners may realize that, if you take the main riff here and slow it down . . . Voilà! You get Jane's Addiction's Mountain Song. Bitches. I've never liked them; I'm not even gonna hyperlink to 'em. HA!

Saturday, March 12, 2011

Moresight
"Faked Out (& Faked Back In)"

Moresight
Moresight
CD
(self-released, 2005)


Dang it, this was supposed to get posted yesterday. I got everything done in advance but the writeup. I was gonna finish it up in the a.m., but then we had to call the furnace people to come look at ours and figure out why it keeps pulling a Sarah Palin. Anyhow, the day got messy after that, and I never got back to my blog. My deepest apologies.

So I saw these guys open for locals Untied States just over six years ago. I thought they were pretty great (as were the headliners, as always) and ended up buying one of their two CDs that night, though I don't recall if it was this one, or their debut EP, Just Like Having a Baby with No Name. Both are keepers. Sometime after I saw them, they were selling CDRs at shows with new songs, but I never managed to catch them again. Then they changed their name. Then they sorta faded away.

:-(


I think this may have been the Untied States show where the bass player ripped his finger open mid-set. My car was parked right in front of the club, so I ran out to it and got him a Band Aid. I'm such a mother hen, sometimes.

Tuesday, December 7, 2010

Hex Error
"Deerlodge Prison"

Hex Error
Hex Error
CD
(self-released, 2001)


I saw these local folk open for someone and thought they were terrible. Just awful. A few months later, I saw them again and was blown away. After that, I made a point of it to get out whenever I saw they were playing. The guitarist's style reminded me strongly of MX-80 Sound, though in a rather different context.

Friday, October 8, 2010

Subculture
"All My Love"

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Subculture
I Heard a Scream
LP
(Fartblossom Enterprises, 1985)

My old hardcore band drove down to Raleigh, NC to play a show at the invite of Corrosion of Conformity way back in 1985 or '86. In addition to CoC, Subculture were also on the bill, and I thought they rocked mightily. As far as I know, this was their only release, and it was pressed on beautiful, clear green vinyl. Well, my copy was.

^_^

Tuesday, September 28, 2010

VPN
"Eleanor (Has 4 Arms)"

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VPN
Small Wire
CD
(Evil Teen Records, 1998)

write-up forthcoming . . .

Wednesday, September 8, 2010

Daughters
 "Hello Assholes" 
"Flattery Is a Bunch of Fucking Bullshit"
 "A Room Full of Hard-Ons and Nowhere to Sit Down" 
"My Stereo Has Mono and So Does My Girlfriend"

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Daughters
Daughters
one-sided 7" EP
(City of Hell Records, 2002)

I saw these guys several years ago and hated them. Just thought they were horrible. After they finished playing, I started think maybe I was wrong, and maybe I'd like them, were I in a different frame of mind. So, against all odds, I bought the CD they were selling, Canada Songs.

Whoa! It slayed me!

Thursday, August 19, 2010

Man Ray
"September's Chance"

Man Ray
Demo – 1983
cassette
(self-released, 1983)

The summer of 1983 was an eye-opener for me, musically. I was living in the Washington, D.C. area, and had been going to see locals like Minor Threat and Government Issue for a couple of years. In 1983, though, a new club named Oscar's Eye opened in D.C. It was a tiny room a couple of floors up from a gay bar. There was a stage at one end where, allegedly, they sometimes had drag shows. Hardcore bands played there, but also bands on the musical fringes played there. Touring bands like Your Food and oddball, abrasive locals like No Trend and Nuclear Crayons.

And Man Ray

I thought they were amazing. They were hypnotic, dark, and the soloing from the guitarist, Neil, and multi-instrumentalist, Eley, was anarchic and free. I mean, what they played sounded random but also perfect. I'd already been enjoying playing of that nature on a couple of songs by Bill Nelson's Red Noise and New Zealand's Split Enz, so it's not too surprising that I loved it. I was also heavily into Flipper at the time, and still am to this day.

I mentioned the guitarist was named Neil, yes? His last name was Hagerty. After Man Ray split, I saw him play with his new band Jet Boys of the N.W., opening for the always amazing Half Japanese. Not too long after, there was this new local band in town called Pussy Galore. I can't say I was a fan, but then, all of a sudden, there was Neil playing with them . . . and they rocked!

After PG split, Neil went on to co-lead Royal Trux with Jennifer Herrema. After they split, he went the solo route for a few records, then started a new combo, The Howling Hex. It's all good.

Jennifer's new band, btw, is RTX, and I may feature them here, too, as I was lucky enough to snag one of the 200 copies of the 7" single with their cover of Pentagram's Vampyre Love.

Wednesday, August 11, 2010

The Graverobbers
"Scratch My Youth Off"

The Graverobbers
Justine
7" single
(Ask U Tone, 1990)

The Graverobbers hailed from the Washington, D.C. area in the '80s and '90s, but they had a low rather profile. My first even hearing of them was when they played a party at ΣΝ, a former fraternity (the DEA shut it down) at the university from which I was, and continue to be, an alumnus. My friend Bob was a long-time fan of theirs, and he had good taste in music, and we were in a band together at the time, so I joined him.

I thought they were pretty great. Wreckless Eric sounded like a likely influence, and, what'd'ya know, not long after I'd arrived at that conclusion, they did a lovely rendition his 3rd single Take the Cash (K.A.S.H.).

The a-side of this little slab o' wax is good, but the b-side is killer, hence it being today's jukebox selection. The Graverobbers released two more singles and three excellent, full-length CDs:

I highly recommend all three.

Leader Karl Straub is still playing music, but I'm not sure if he's released anything since the demise of The Gravediggers.

NOTE: The covers for these were die-cut, with, I think, a handful of different women portraying Justine. I'm not 100% positive, but I'm pretty sure that's notorious sereal killer Beverly R. Sutphin on my copy.

Saturday, July 24, 2010

Chubby Behemoth
 "J.M.K.'s DNA Is Not on J.B.'s Panties" 

Chubby Behemoth
Drunk Elephant
CDR
(Open Land Records, 2007)

I saw these folks a few years back opening for Brass Castle, my favorite local combo. I'd never heard of Chubby Behemoth before and was mighty impressed, so I bought a copy of their lil' CDR. So, here's a song from it.

So there!

Sunday, July 18, 2010

S.Process
 "Three of Us" 

S.Process
More Me
CD
(Track Star Records, 2000)

I wrote this review after seeing S.Process open for Pretty Girls Make Graves way back on October 9, 2003:

Up first were S. Process from Philadelphia. I thought they were local since they're playing again on Sunday at Neutron Bomb but I guess I was just WRONG, WRONG, WRONG! The singer/guitarist quickly established a nice raport with the audience by informing us that the area in front of the stage was dragon-free and, therefore, safe for us to stand there rather than farther back. Then they had a guy come out and blow fire at another guy on stilts wearing a small child's disturbingly tight Batman costume. Yeah, safe. Sure. Anything you say.