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NeareSST Relatives, Part III

August 24, 2007 · 11 Comments

    sst crew detail

    The above pic comes from an LA Times article I clipped as a young teen and saved, knowing even then that THERE WOULD BE CALL FOR THIS, SOMEDAY. Today’s the day. Now this pic does appear in the new Joe Carducci book, Enter Naomi, too. But only here at Pig State Recon can read the entire article! Yep it’s all tantilizing foreplay to yet another edition of NeareSST Relatives, wherein I’ll continue to dredge the used bins in search of records that belong in the SST Records catalog of MY OBSESSIVE DREAMS/YOUR WORST NIGHTMARES.

    Do catch up with the first and second parts of NR if you feel the need to get some perspective. Then grab your stereo fork and tune in . . .

    1. THE RUB – “Death of Pop” (from the Bikini Gospel LP, Happy Squid, 1987) How many garage bands can claim to be signers of “The Dukowski Petition,” Chuck’s statement of solidarity against the emerging pay-to-play paradigm sweeping across LA clubland in the late 80’s? THE RUB most definitely can, as they announce proudly on the CD reissue of this. Nuts!

    Dunno how I forgot about these San Pedro boys during my first post. They put out two good LPs in the second half of the 80’s, both which John Talley-Jones (URINALS, 100 FLOWERS, TROTSKY ICEPICK) helped mix/produce, and the second which features Dirk Vandenberg (early MINUTEMEN collaborator/photographer) on drums. THE RUB were wilder/looser than any TROTSKY ICEPICK, but still in a vein that wouldn’t exactly offend your average CAMPER VAN BEETHOVEN fan. But hey: I kinda dug CVB once too, actually saw em play in ‘86 at Safari Sam’s in Huntington Beach (my very first club show!), so I’m not complaining, just lettin’ you know is all. I actually prefer the second LP, Day Off From Karma (Dirk was a wise addition) – but this song, with it’s FlyingNun-esque vibe, is sort of a classic – so it’s what you get.

    2. BACULUM – “Three Deaths: A Narrative” (from the My Friends Became Junkies CD, 3 Beads of Sweat, 2002) Only got around to buying this recently, and whatayaknow but it’s breezy in a lazy Sunday afternoon kinda way – albeit one where global climate changes have brought 100 degree heat and a freak hail shower to boot. Sure most of this is drumless, but hey even I need to take a break from the BOOM-SHA-BOOM occasionally. The main guys here (Sam Goldman, Steve Anderson, Scott Ziegler) are all ex-DINGLE, who you don’t remember from their barely-heard Red Dog CD on New Alliance Records from ‘94. Course, they were also all present during the dying days of SLOVENLY too (ca. their great Drive It Home, Abbernathy EP from ‘91), while Steve & Scott participated in all things SLOVENLY back to their late 70’s beach cities pre-history. And this CD sounds it! This soars above DINGLE both in sweet melodic content and startling word juxapostion c/o Mr. Anderson. For all you who dug the quieter side of SLOVENLY, ala Riposte. Get it before the label goes belly-up!

    3. SÜR DRONE – “Sagitariass ‘Uh” (from the Sür Drone CD EP, 1998, Love Unlimited, Inc., 1998) I’m smiling and shaking my head right now, cause you really can’t resist doing that when you’re confronted with Raymond Pettibon’s notions of sonic righteousness. This was the second musical project he led that actually saw the light of day, the first being his incredibly beautiful and beyond-gone SUPER SESSION project that issued the Torches & Standards package on Blast First in 1990. This is in the glowing spirit of that set (go listen to some of that here), only without the bitchen art booklet. And with a bit straighter, more identifiably “rock” underpinning – though a pretty shambolic one, I’ll admit. But how disorienting are the vocalizations on this thing? And what the fuck does is all, you know, mean – cosmically speaking? I’m at a loss – a major loss like when the floor accidentally slides away, leaving you hovering Wile E Coyote-like in thin air 1000 feet above the canyon floor. Yes pseudonyms abound in the credits but I do know a bunch of dudes playing on this used to be in PAY THE MAN, who’s flyers and t-shirts used to feature Pettibon drawings in the early 90’s.

    4. GARY KAIL – “Life Is Ugly So Why Not Kill Yourself” (from the GARY KAIL/ZURICH 1916 2-LP, Creative Nihilism, Iridescence Records, 1983) Gary’s a real mystery man. For a long time I thought his only gig was lead gtrist & songwriter for Lawndale’s ANTI, who kinda bored me with their relentlessly trad HC-isms. But he also played on the goth (oh sorry – “death rock”) MOOD OF DEFIANCE LP backing Hatha, the daughter of the hippies who rented out the legendary CHURCH practice/party pad on Pier Ave. in Hermosa Beach. Plus, he ran the label New Underground Records, who released alot of SST run-off on an interesting series of comps in the early 80’s. And: he recorded this insane, double record set – half solo, half collabs under the moniker ZURICH 1916 with folks like ex-REACTIONARIES Martin Tamburovich and Carla Noelle (nee Bozulich) a good decade before she formed THE GERALDINE FIBBERS. It’s a confused record filled with odd electronic squiggles, overblown amp hums, ambient field recordings (some apparently captured on a corner of 153rd St. in Lawndale!) as well as some disturbing tape-splice bits that sound not unlike what Stephen Stapleton of NURSE WITH WOUND mighta come up with, had he been a suburban SoCal loser with no knowledge of dilitante things like Krautrock and Paris student riots. How this HC numbskull came up with something this OUT is way beyond me.

    5. A NOISE AGENCY – “Hang That Monkey” (from the Mom’s in the Kitchen LP, Gnatbreath Records, 1985) OK so this one’s a stretch. Since, to my knowledge there’s no actual connections with SST anywhere on this record. Except it’s out of Lomita, CA, a South Bay suburb just down the street from SST. It’s a town I am intimately familiar with, and I have clear memories of passing over this record for something like 104 straight weeks in the mid 80’s at Peanut Records on PCH in Lomita, until they finally dropped it in the 50 cent bin. I finally picked it up a year or so ago, and damn it if it ain’t totally hard-hitting, vaguely bluesy 80’s independent rock, but with a distinctly FIREHOSEy feel to it all.

    SO: now I’m guessing here, but these guys MUST have sent their tapes to Greg and Chuck at SST first, before deciding to self-release it. Right? Certainly worse bands did, and this ain’t at all horrible. In fact I actually LOVE this one. Just goes to show what kinda South Bay bands didn’t make the cut. A few were actually pretty damn worthy.

    6. SOLO CAREER – “The Painted Desert” (from their Season Finale CD, Box-O-Plenty Records, 2005) Floating, overtone-rich instrumental exploration that roams the freeform terrain my imaginary late-night cousins of UNIVERSAL CONGRESS OF might’ve in their formative days. The SST connection here is through San Pedro-based bassist Richard Derrick, who played in a number of D. BOON-led configurations throughout the mid-80’s (see the D. Boon & Friends CD on this same label for the goods). But drummer BOB LEE (CLAW HAMMER, CRAWLSPACE, BACKBITER, FEARLESS LEADER, etc.) is present too, and he always impressed me as being a BILL STEVENSON who was comfortable playing outside (or at least waaaaaay the hall down the hall towards the emergency exit) when the need presented itself. NELS CLINE is too BUT he’s laying back, merely 1 part of a unified whole rather than leader of the proceedings – so all you NELS-ophobes are safe. These are high-calibre sonic swathes that’ll help you safely navigate any decent-size psychotic meltdown your destiny has planned for the immediate future.

    7. RICK LAWNDALE BAND – “Tijuana ‘O’” (from Surfabilly Rock, SunSpot Records, 2002). I’m a gremmie when it comes to original (‘60 – ‘64) surf music, but I can vouch for the mucho great BELAIRS and they grew out of the very same SoCal ‘burbs as LAWNDALE. Lazy folks will remember LAWNDALE as some SST punk/surf hybrid – phooey, I say. On record, I count only ONCE ever did they incorporate that knucklehead HC drum beat into their thing. Everywhere else, they sound like a huge witches brew of every instrumental rock/pop classic up until the mid-80’s. So I hear THE VENTURES playing DUANE EDDY’s “Rebel Rouser” quoting QUICKSILVER’s “Gold and Silver” seguing into PINK FAIRIES’ “Raceway” using the MEAT PUPPETS’ shitty gear they used to record “Magic Toy Missing” . . . or something like that. And not many bands can claim Greg Ginn played guest lead gtr on one their records (“March of the Melted Army Men” off of Sasquatch Rock; it’s the ginchiest). No not many, my friend.

    After a decade or so in deep winter hibernation, Rick finally got round to forming a new band with Ricky Sepulveda (ex of RAYMOND PETTIBON’s SUPER SESSION) on lead gtr. A few years later this CD appeared. Alot of the new stuff has Rick’s cornball singing over the top of it – those tracks are a bit too novelty-esque for my humourless ears. But the instrumental stuff sounds mighty, and still seeks to incorporate everything your mother tried to throw out (comics, posable action figures, girlie mags) the last time you ran away from home and camped out overnight on the beach. Man I dig this track and hope they follow this approach more fully on their next rec.

    Almost forgot: here’s the conclusion of that LA Times article begun above. (The whole of THE MINUTEMEN’s Double Nickels recorded for $1500! Unbelievable.)

Categories: A Noise Agency · Baculum · Chuck Dukowski · Gary Kail · Joe Carducci · NeareSST Relatives · Rick Lawndale · SST · Solo Career · Sür Drone · The Rub · greg ginn · music

Enter the South Bay, One Last Time

August 19, 2007 · 6 Comments

Naomi

Joe Carducci’s new book, Enter Naomi: SST, L.A. and All That… (Redoubt Press, 2007) is finally out, and boy is it a doozy. Though ostensibly a bio of rock-photographer Naomi Petersen, the book approaches its subject with the widest berth possible – beginning with 35 disparate but complimentary quotes about L.A., from everyone from Louise Brooks to Richard Nixon. The narrative then follows Naomi from Simi Valley teen fuck-up to SST Records hanger-on and finally to well-respected but destitute rock photographer over the course of 2 decades.

Along the way, there’s some lengthy digressions: ruminations about the trippy characters that populated SST Records in the 80’s (Spot, Mugger, Merrill, Medea et al.), the day-to-day wonders & frustrations of running an independent label on amplification/faith/coffee alone, some serious thinking about L.A. punk and the South Bay’s place therein, and tons of photos/miscellaneous detritus to elucidate those long-gone days. Plus there’s some keen insight into the personality of the much maligned/misunderstood SST leader, Greg Ginn. The path Joe takes is pretty circuitous – this edition is 10-fold longer than the version published on the internet in 2005! But then, so were the riffs on those later BLACK FLAG records that Joe loves so much. I wouldn’t expect anything less.

You won’t find any of the polemical ranting that defined Joe’s classic first book, Rock and the Pop Narcotic here – and I’m thinking this is to his credit. His writing style is no less inspired/gonzo in this one, just more pensive and hence more balanced in the process. At times it reads like a rambling but unsentimental love song, which is clearly how he meant it. But this song’s not meant exclusively for Naomi – it’s sung for that entire dive-in-headfirst SST approach to engaging life, producing art, and getting it out there to where the fuckers just couldn’t ignore it no more. It was a working philosophy that bound tight a bunch of stinky, eccentric dorks (musical and non-musical alike) together in an oddball patch of Reagan-era Southern California, and consequently gave rise to some amazing rock n roll. Favorite quote: “In L.A., then, you had your choice: physical assault, or mind-fuck. Maybe the worst that can be said of SST at the south bay center of Los Angeles cosmology was that it was the best of both worlds.”

As heartfelt memoir & micro-history of a genuinely inspirational, faraway time/place, Enter Naomi’s unfuckingbeatable. I can’t wait for the oversized retrospective of Naomi’s photos, one that’ll no doubt blow minds from here to Thurston Moore and back again.

Get it today, direct from Joe’s warehouse via Night Heron Books.

Categories: Chuck Dukowski · Joe Carducci · SST · The South Bay · greg ginn · music

Tejas Blues

August 9, 2007 · 4 Comments

ZZ TOP

And while we’re on the subject of Austin . . . you ever get to thinking much about 70’s HARD ‘N’ HEAVY BLUES ROCK from TEXAS? I sure as hell do, all the freakin’ time. So I’ve come up with what were, unequivically, the very best 70’s hard ‘n’ heavy blues rock Texans, in reverse order of rockgodliness. Cap a Shiner Bock, turn it the fuck up and GO TO IT:

5. Nitzinger“Boogie Queen” (from the Nitzinger LP, Capitol Records, 1971) This Fort Worth John Nitzinger guy came up writing songs for local boys BLOODROCK before cutting loose on his own. He went mersh straight away, blatantly shooting for the charts – but for a year or so there, hard rock WAS mersh – or so he believed. So here, in between cheesedick pop attempts, he’s singing about cockfights, ticklelicks, & boogie queens while playing a bit of mean bluesy gtr, and he’s ditched the progressive organ stuff that bogged down B’ROCK. You want something more? Well he’s also got a chick drummer, and she ain’t half bad! If only all mersh rock sounded this ROCKIN’!

4. Point Blank“Tattooed Lady” (from their Second Season LP, Arista, 1977) Manager/producer Bill Ham’s forgotten second-stringers who dished a couple solid, hard-as-nails recs in the mid-70’s, before trading it all (the blown amps! The ugly bikers! The groupies with knife scars and missing teeth!) for a wimpy DOOBIE BROS. sound by the end of the decade. But early on, I can almost imagine them giving ZZ TOP a run for it – if only they’d been a bit smarter about their presentation. Their good-ol’-boyisms might grate on you (esp. if you’ve ever had your ass wupped by a bunch of hairy, backwood TX rednecks), but I fucking love it. So does DICK DESTINY, and he oughta know.

3. Johnny Winter“Rock and Roll Hoochie Koo” (from the Johnny Winter And LP, Columbia, 1970) You really can’t talk about Texas blues rock without mentioning the whitest mofo of them all. And yeah I admit his records are pretty inconsistent, what with all the “heavy” covers of 50’s R’N'R standards. Me, I tend to throw on the records by his stylistic offspring (like RORY GALLAGHER) more frequently. But hey loose was actually his thing: get loaded and go hog wild, mess be damned. And I think we can all agree that approach has it’s merits. Plus, he always sang desperate, like he meant it. This record – featuring the counterpoint gtr talents of the diminutive RICK DERRINGER – was recorded about 2 seconds before JOHNNY fell completely under the spell of almighty H. He eventually cleaned up, but never really found his way back to his early peak. This early, groovy version cuts the later, 3-ring circus arrangement RICK D. came up with and made a bundle on.

2. ZZ Top“Ten Dollar Man” (from their Tejas LP, London Records, 1976) I once met an Austinite who’d attended ZZ TOP’s “Texas-Size Rompin’ Stompin’ Barndance And Bar-B-Q” concert at UT Austin in ‘74 – this hippie got scared so bad by the big bad BOOG (ok so it was probably the dearth of working toilets too), he didn’t go to another RNR show for a decade. Oh fuck yeah!

The first 6 ZZ TOP albums are damn near flawless. To take something so simple like Texas boogie, and shape it/knead it/accessorize it and fucking REINVENT IT in the countless ways they did, spoke of something akin to natural born genius. They had taste (Billy only drives the finest hotrods), they had a wicked sense of humour, and boy did they have BALLS. My favorites from the period are their 1st LP (wherein you can still hear the dregs of their collective 60’s efforts), “Just Got Paid” from Rio Grande Mud (timeless!), and the whole of Tejas (the most diverse of the early records). But I love every moment of that run. What a world we’d live in if hipsters were routinely looking back to study this stuff, instead of NICK DRAKE or whomever. It’s a crime that some of these records STILL haven’t hit CD in their original form. Hot tip: HOLD ON TO YOUR VINYL until their label gets a clue and restores the 70’s drum tracks.

1. Stray Dog“Speak of the Devil” (from their Stray Dog LP, Manticore, 1974) Their early recordings are MANNA FROM HEAVEN. That shit is some of the most ambitious, unrestrained, hip-swivellin’ bluesy hard rock action ever commited to tape. The guiterrorist responsible is W.G. “Snuffy” Walden (he’d go on to play with FREE for a day or two during the Heartbreaker sessions, before going totally hack in the 80’s) and oh man is he ever ON FIRE here. And he sings like some possessed, southern-fried LEE HAZLEWOOD worshiper! Die-hards love this rec so much, there’s like 4 bootleg CDs you can get of extra tracks/alt. mixes/live stuff from this period. Do avoid the second record like the plague . . . but Snuffy deserves a choice seat in heaven for laying this extra large, golden egg. A double-yolker fr sure. More cowbell! More EVERYTHING!

(Oh and honorable mention goes to Johnny’s bro, Edgar. THE EDGAR WINTER GROUP and their They Only Come Out at Night LP is great great great, but perhaps not specifically-blues enough to get on this list. Check it out though, it’s a sweet summertime record.)

Thanks to Pro Keds for the hot, blue, & righteous photo

Categories: Austin · TX · Texas Boogie · music

A Fold In Time

August 2, 2007 · 2 Comments

You may have seen this pic before, but OH MAN it’s still just the ULTIMATE.

BLACK FLAG’s Greg Ginn bows in prayer to the twin gods of PUNK and HIPPIE during one glorious, unified gtr solo – on the steps of the Federal Building in Westwood, CA, in support of the California Marijuana Initiative, July 4, 1983. Note the PURE WHITE LIGHT streaming down upon our unholy man’s cranium! Steal your face, indeed.

It was the start of a beautiful marriage.

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Thanks to photographer Kevin Stalk for capturing it all

Categories: Black Flag · Grateful Dead · SST · greg ginn · music