lovely. and heartbreaking.
i saw TJL when i was 13 or 14 and I remember being pretty legitimately afraid of Yow.
Sweet Special Disco Version ref, my fugitives.
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One of my all time favorite albums of any genre, this LP was just sitting in bins across the country for years. Over the last couple, it’s gotten the recognition it deserved and is now fairly scarce. Luckily it was recently reissued in CDR format by Old 3C.
Billed (by some) as a midwest supergroup of sorts– the name itself can be read as a piss take on the idea of underground celebrity– featuring Tommy Jay, Ron House, the late Jim Shepard, Don Howland, and Mike Rep.
Each member took turns writing and singing, but the lo-fi sprawl of dark humor, bitterness, inside jokes, and paranoia ends up surprisingly cohesive.
This 1971 collaboration between Terry Riley and John Cale has just been reissued on compact disc by Wounded Bird.
Here’s the thing. It’s 1991. You’re a badass, albeit a sixteen year-old one. Steve Vai calls and wants you to front a band of shaggy hair baby hair metallers. He’s all “it’s gonna be like a younger, harder-edged Warrant” but you tell him Skid Row’s your jam.
And face it, you only get so much cred for being the red-headed rebel on Salute Your Shorts. Sure you lied to a cop in Terminator 2, but fuckin’ Furlong stole the show with his bangs. You’ve done a good job shrugging off the time on Diff’rnet Strokes, but when you wail over that wee MrRocklin’s riffs people are gonna think you’re the next Axl.
Vai is gonna have to cool it with the whole “producer” schtick though, cause you are not gonna call the band Budnick’s Boyz.
If Vai doesn’t cool it, you’ll bust out an Awful Waffle on him.
At least they were cooler than the other post-Salute Your Shorts band.
full size view strongly recommended.
the white vinyl was a nice touch.
illustration style explores the territory between Boris Vallejo and the guy who draws Groo.
sergio aragones! in earlier days on the internet some guy on the groo list (“the groop”) was the only other person with my first name/last name combo that came up in searches.
now available on a shirt.
I can’t believe this guy beat MJ to the silver glove punch.
It’s just like music when you reckon it up. It’s like listening to Pavement: it’s just The Fall in 1985, isn’t it? They haven’t got an original idea in their heads.
The French do it again. In case you are confused by the singer’s late 60’s Detroit looks and the guitarist’s spikes & studs, this is from 1980.
Charlie Nothing/Brother Frederic. Reissue forthcoming on De Stijl. Preview at Mutant Sounds.