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..