I’m not going to eat no Westhaven diaper fed bear…

This one popped in my head recently, probably have posted it before, it’s that good…got to thinking about it and I definitely had slackness when I was a drunkard…sloppy sleazy idiotic drunk. Wikipedia has a nice short little piece on what Shabba refers to as “slackness” about which Yellowman had to say, “I never know why they call it slackness. I talk about sex, but it’s just what happens behind closed doors. What I talk is reality.”

Just prior to my vacation with my Son, this is what was spinning on my turntable in the cloud, via an old pal over at Selfish Few. I’ve got this discography cued up on the tune that in particular, blew me the fuck away…pure ultra violent savagery…Through My Eyes by Health Hazard!

My pal Panos sent me his latest work a while back, but it got lost in the piles of review requests that clog my email. I don’t know Greek so I think a lot of it is lost on me and the mythology of the Minotaur might be helpful, but it doesn’t stop this album from kicking ass in a way that PD can.

My pal Michael sent me his latest collaboration (not sure if it’s just him or if he worked with some other artists) and I couldn’t be more stoked to have the Relics on his radar. This beats the hell out of the pop country or pop whatever people send me to listen to, no stale lifelessness. Instead you get this modern hellish rhythmic noise, extremely foreboding, deviant tribal cannibalism.

What’s there to say…better than the original in every way shape and form…and then there’s this video which is just a magnificent work of visual art combined with music…these guys were fucking geniuses!

This song was on a few mixtapes when it came out in 1989, kinda fitting into my narrative at the time…drinking beer and smoking weed was what I did, certainly more than studying. About this time I lived with Match and the Sangster, and when the phone rang (pre-caller ID days) you were fucked if it was one of our parents, but you were expected to say, “Oh no he’s not here, he’s at the library studying.” I got pretty good at saying that in my 6 years of college, to the point where 12 Gage’s Dad called me Eddie Haskell (a reference to a smoozer character form the old show Leave it to Beaver).

I didn’t go to a whole lot of big shows, I preferred the smaller venues, but I was at this one…lots of fights and folks chasing other folks around. The only time shit was mellow was when Youth Brigade played “Sink With California.” I wasn’t really into the English Dogs, too much like GBH and the Exploited, the UK Subs I did like, but couldn’t figure out the whole gobbing (hawking loogies) on the singer and Youth Brigade was why I was there, being a skate rat at the time, they slayed of course but the first band I think was called ARR (All Rights Reserved) and I just dug their basic hardcore punk sound…

My Son’s dog Babs and I chillin’. A North Carolina Dog with Kansas ties, as she was actually born in the NoWhere land to two dogs that my cousin had (he waited too long to get at least one of them fixed)…one Dad is a Great Dane/Cattle dog mix and Mom was a Pittie/Black Lab. Great fucken dog, cheers to my Son for raising a good natured smart dog.

Feelin’ this groove seems like a good place to leave off..

Kind Matters

This 7″, which I posted several years ago to YT, goes out to Kenny (from Florida just like these guys), who was gracious enough to take Liam and I out on his boat tooling around the Emerald Isle, on the outer banks, off the coast of North Carolina. Kenny if you’re reading this, a ton of thanx out to you bro and great getting to know you a bit! Also, big time thanx goes out to Sister and Brother, Britanni and Joseph, for hosting me in a private beach house for the duration of my stay! And most of all, to my Son Liam for putting up with your old man and showing me a great time…I love you Son!

This is Liam and Kenny with the bridge to Emerald Isle in the back round…

Of course when it says “Do Not Enter” you just have to…

Good place for a summer cabin


In all my travels I have never seen another Bogue town, this one of course in North Carolina. Bogue, Kansas is where I had my first beer as a child in an old bar/pool hall called the Boars Nest or something suitably titled.

The view from the deck of the beach house I stayed in.


My favorite piece of art up at the Fish Hut Grill, where Liam works with Brittani and Joseph…thanx to all the folks that work there who welcomed this old man (special thanx to the owners John and Sara for coming up with such a great idea for a fine establishment).

Joseph, Brittani and Liam at the restaurant.

It is what it is…

Special thanx to Jackson for letting us crash at his place…this tune goes out to you dude…the below one is for all y’all, tell your loved ones that you love them, nothing is forever…

die Martian bastards

Posting this one again after several years, just cuz it found it’s way circuitously spinning on my virtual turntable. So 80s, 1983 to be exact, but so damn good at being an 80s artifact and I doubt very many people have heard of them outside the halls of the Mustard Relics Café.

Mom on the left with my Aunt Donna, who died on her birthday, earlier this month, 4 or 5 years ago, don’t recall which, just know it was after my Mom died of the cancer. Aunt Donna died 6 months later in a wreck.

Mom told me years ago that Louie Louie was her favorite song in 1963…she would have been 15. Very silly looking bunch of guys, but I bet they were off the hook backstage. One hit wonder that has probably been covered more than any song. To be, or not to be, that is the question…a one hit wonder? Forever, no matter where you played or how long, you were expected to play that tune…some kind of mild insanity would have to ensue. Mom of course loved it, like everyone did at the time, because of the supposed lyrics. Genius lyrics, mingled with some slightly mumbled singing = perfect! Totally titillating

A picture of Wendy could be on every post really…a cat named Barry Yanowitz took this one…he had posted it on the fucking Plasmatics FB page…around 81 judging from her haircut.


This is a good song. It stays true to the original but this arrangement is completely theirs. It’s been stripped down and sounds even more haunted than the original. Guitars and voice. A. Beautiful. Dirge. 
Can’t wait to see what they do next, Tess and Jahn. Talented people. 

Congratulations to MOLOSSER on their album release, and the new single, Water My Way. This is a beautiful song. Plaintive lyrics with diminished, complicated, intertwined melodies. The middle bit has a guitar run that has an almost pursuit and capture quality that seems to define the couple. In some of the songs, Unsolid for instance, I feel like she is singing one time signature and the guitars are playing another. Contrapuntal, if memory serves. The sound is so simple, how can it be so complicated? This is Frustratingly Beautiful Music.

Brain damaged, but it’s only permanent…

How long’s it been since I posted last…Jesus, it’s been more than a month and I completely missed having a post in April. The requests for reviews have gotten outrageously thick, I liked it better when folks knew what the blog is about before sending me something that you could probably assume I would not dig. I just don’t have time to sift through rubble to look for signs of life.

Scored a trail cam the other day (with money I don’t have for these kinds of non-essential expendable items) and was testing it out. That Tom is not part of our usual flock but he is welcome as long as he doesn’t cause troublea

Welcome to the dust ward Brain damaged but it’s only permanent
And I hang out in the day room With a strait jacket set
With a strait jacket set
I’m in the dust ward I’m in the dust ward
I’m in the dust ward I’m in the dust ward
All in-patients report to the pharmacy For medication
And I crawl through the shadows Of the bars on the floor for my pills
For my pills
I’m in the dust ward I’m in the dust ward
I’m in the dust ward I’m in the dust ward
I’m in the dust ward I’m in the dust ward
I’m in the dust ward I’m in the dust ward

Ahhhh…to have been a fly on the wall for this one! My meeting them was the stuff of legend of course but never fucking got to see them, even though there must have been several opportunities. Ahhh…regret!

Still in touch with Jennifer and Gage, but James Tryon, where the hell did you end up buddy? The man taught me the wonderful game of cribbage…to this day, hands down my favorite card game, but no one here plays, so I’m stuck with the app on my phone. Oh well, I’ve always enjoyed playing with myself…

Have no idea what’s going on in this picture with myself, the legendary Gage and that sinister Karin…hmmm…trouble brewing me thinks.

I don’t know up from down anymore, feel like I just did a Soft Cell appreciation post, what the fuck, they deserve legendary status…the Non-Stop Erotic Cabaret album is an amazing collection of one hit after another, not a dud on either side of that platter! In ’81 (you could have gotten this on an 8-track) I probably wouldn’t have admitted to being a huge fan, for whatever reason, but I was still trying to figure me out. I was headed more into the Black Flag and Crass direction, but this album is so easy to relate to especially as a young man (and I guess as an old-ish one too).

My Son with the homemade Crass shirt I made him…God the stories I could tell about stenciling in the mid 80s (I wish some of the old bros from high school still came and visited so they could share some of those shenanigans). Love this kid and anybody who calls him a friend is alright by me.

One last song to satiate myself…this was my morning pick me up and I have to admit it wasn’t a bad day. The tune here escaped me until just recently, some 40 years after it was released…better late than never, I suppose. Really, except for a few Japanese bands that were on international comps that ran across over the years, my knowledge of that country’s early 80s hardcore is extremely limited…as far as that goes, the tune is absolutely perfect!