Monday, December 24, 2012

Merry Muthaphukkin' Xmas



Yeah, I know this is technically a repost but it's worth it... nothing brings "happy holidays" to mind like Eazy-E, right? Pretty much everything on this "maxi-single" (remember those?) kills but the festive finale really blows up the yule log. So get that 'ho under the mistletoe, grab a 40 and get some Christmas pussy. Enjoy.


 
Currently watching: Slither
Currently listening to: Method Of Destruction U.S.A. For M.O.D.

Thursday, December 20, 2012

Where's the goddamn drum machine?!?!



Shitty fucking night. Fucking stupid waste-of-my-fucking-time garage band has finally broken up. Fucking band rehearsal was a disaster tonight and the shit that's been building up for months finally exploded. I'm fucking done with the fucking pissing and moaning about "direction" when no one can agree on a fucking song or style to play to. I'm tired of lead singer syndrome and especially tired of big pick syndrome... especially when outside of our tiny rehearsal space no one cares about our loser fucking band. I'm fucking glad it erupted and ended - I'd rather spend the time recording my own shit then sitting behind the drums for 4 hours each week while clowns discuss what frequency they should tune at. We're playing fucking hardcore!?! Who gives a fucking motherfuck about your fucking harmonic tuning!?!? Ugh. Anyways, enough of my vitriol. If you're a fan of Bungle it's probably because you're a fan of Faith No More and got to a point after the release of The Real Thing where you were like "where did this Mike Patton guy come from?" Here's the last demo from the band that stuck together through thick and thin. Meaning, their charismatic lead singer joined another band and scored a top ten song which let him sign his old band to the same record label and then the rest is history...


 
Currently watching: Attack Of The Giant Leeches (2009)
Currently listening to: S.O.D. Speak English Or Die

Wednesday, December 19, 2012

Death + Destruction + Disruption



On account of the fact 'Genocide seems to be turning into the GG Allin blog, I figure I'll just go with the flow and stay on the scumfuckin' wagon. Since my last post I got a couple requests for Allin's seminal You'll Never Tame Me. My clear favorite of all his albums, I waxed on appropriately enough about it last week to keep this post short. Ripped from an original cassette sent to me by the man himself; its got all the tape hiss and excess treble you can stand. Call it an early Xmas gift. Enjoy!

7/30/14 update: Brand-new rip of my cassette - while there's not a whole lot I can do to clean it up I adjusted levels somewhat and made it a bit more scumfuckin' sludgy. Sounds as good as it probably ever will...


 
Currently watching: The Troll Hunter
Currently listening to: American Violence 2012 Demonstration

Thursday, December 13, 2012

Denied...


I sent this in to Listverse several weeks ago hoping they may see the black humor in it all and give it a publish. Sadly, no luck. Since I've got some pretty GG-friendly clientele on the blog I thought I'd post it here. Enjoy and let me know what you think!

Top 10 GG Allin Albums

Warning:
NSFW - by all means, NSFW!!! For those who don't know (or have wisely been avoiding the "G" section of their local underground record store for decades), Kevin Michael "GG" Allin was a New England, USA punker who redefined onstage hijinks, hostility and hilarity. To some he was simply a "retarded exhibitionist", to others he was a Manson-esque deity who honestly personified everything from censorship to the hypocrisy of corporate rock 'n' roll, the prison system, you name it. GG began in 1977 with rather tame pop-punk offerings but quickly degenerated throughout the 80's into over-the-top scatological basement hardcore. Unfortunately, his on-stage antics of defecation, violence and general audience abuse would gloss over what got the guy started in the first place: his music. Love him or hate him, the guy could pen a tune. Although I'm sure these albums will be universally hated by most readers, I think they endure as an interesting benchmark in musical history; GG pushed the boundaries of taste in a way that has not been surpassed since. Finally, while it could easily be argued this list is too artist-specific, rest assured that if I named it the "Top 10 Most Offensive Albums Ever" or "Top 10 Worst Albums Ever" I wouldn't need to change a word. Enjoy.

Unfortunately, Allin's albums didn't necessarily get better as he got older. Thus, making the list chronologic with his life events was nearly impossible as I somewhat dislike the material from his later years. I'd recommend those who want a sequential play-by-play of his life to follow each entry by year of release.


10. Brutality And Bloodshed For All (1993)


GG's final studio album, recorded during the summer of 1993 after his release from Jackson State Prison. Stemming from an "assault with intent to do great bodily harm less than murder" charge in 1989, his prison term spanned nearly 4-years; partly due to the fact that he jumped parole from Michigan to NYC in 1991 to film the acclaimed Todd Phillips documentary Hated. The charge (and stories) regarding the assault incident are lengthy: GG was accused by a young woman (sources vary as to whether she was a fan, groupie, girlfriend or simply a naïve reporter) of abducting and torturing her over a long weekend in Ann Arbor. GG claimed until the end it was completely consensual and only plea bargained to avoid stronger charges. Regardless, thanks to the Hated documentary and some press time on Geraldo, GG had become rather popular in the underground media during his prison stay and there was much anticipation for his return to the microphone. Sadly, GG would never live to see the album's release, he quietly died June 28, 1993 of a heroin overdose. As a result, Brutality And Bloodshed For All would be his epitaph.

While still as offensive as ever, the album is somewhat stale and doesn't quite hold up to his other discography. Nearly every song sounds generally the same; the band chanting along the chorus while GG croaks along in his best Cookie Monster impersonation. Recorded with his most dedicated back-up band the Murder Junkies, the record includes such light-hearted fare as "Fuck Off, We Murder" and "Kill Thy Father, Rape Thy Mother." Was GG trying to delve into some Jim Morrison-esque Oedipus Rex theology at this point? Not likely, by this point Allin was devolving into little more than a caricature of himself and Brutality is simply offensive for offensive's sake. Case in point, the album's pro-AIDS anthem "I Kill Everything I Fuck," gawked at by unsuspecting reviewers who felt it "went to far" when it actually just comes off as silly and stupid. There are a few highlights: "I Am The Highest Power" is a sharp, quick paean to GG's narcissism; "Anal Cunt" harkens back to his earlier Scumfuc days and his lust for sodomy… whew… we're only at #10… let's move on…


9. Carnival Of Excess (1996)



Carnival Of Excess remains the final full-length album by GG featuring exclusively new material. As with most musicians who pass away, the market was glutted by a bevy of quickie cash-in 7" records featuring the Geeg within weeks of his funeral. Some were appreciable; most were lame retreads of old material masked as outtakes or "original versions". Finally, 1996 saw the release of Carnival Of Excess, the most cohesive posthumous work to emerge since GG's death. Recorded in 1991 while GG was busy violating parole in Tampa, Carnival Of Excess is… for lack of a better word… a straight-up outlaw country album. It is easily GG's most accessible work and could almost be mainstream if it weren't for the predominant obscenity in half the songs. If anything, at least it's different.

Still, the album, for the most part, works. Some (including myself) argue that Carnival is way too over-produced for a GG record while others feel this is just the medium the guy needed to break out of his shell. As far as the music, Carnival Of Excess features a more-than-ample back-up band behind GG. One could easily convince someone Allin's covers of Warren Zevon ("Carmelita"), Patsy Cline ("Pick Me Up On Your Way Down") and a homage to the Wilburn Brothers ("Watch Me Kill") were actually recorded by some gentle ol' Nashville outlaw and not the New Hampshire scumfuc known for eating his own feces. GG's originals on this one are the album's real strength - the autobiographical "Son Of Evil" is an amazing song, even for one like myself who doesn't like country. "Fuck Authority" is also pretty strong as is "Outskirts Of Life." "Guns, Bitches, Brawls And Bottles" and "The Snake Man" tease the line of becoming country-hokey but, once again, that could just be my personal prejudices against the genre. I've frequently read that many consider this to be GG's best work so there ya go.


8. Murder Junkies (1991)


Recorded during GG's flight from the parole board in 1991, this time in North Carolina with local degenerate punkers ANTiSEEN. GG had been incarcerated for nearly two years before this session and it shows. Gone are the sleazy, sex-addled dick-joke tunes from the 80's; Murder Junkies is an angry political statement directed at law enforcement, prison, society and the record industry. Several months before being paroled, GG released "The GG Allin Mission," a short dogma in which GG claims to be Jesus, God and Satan, takes credit for the creation of Rock 'N' Roll (while asking his followers to overthrow its industry) and reiterating his 1989 claim to kill himself on stage as a sacrifice to the Rock 'N' Roll temple. Murder Junkies is the perfect musical accompaniment to the mission.

Half-spoken word, half-crunching southern hardcore, Murder Junkies drips with loathe. It is a fast-paced assault on the ears that is so miserably depressing at times you wonder how GG made it as long as he did. "I Love Nothing" and "I Hate People" are amazing odes to sociopathy and loneliness while "Kill The Police" and "Violence Now" are riot-inducing anthems truly pushing the boundaries of free speech. The spoken word pieces vary between the poetic and prosaic, some give a glimpse inside the tortured brain of the guy while others are typical offensive fluff. GG would adopt ANTiSEEN's musical style for the final few years of his life and incorporate it into the later work done with the Murder Junkies band (see entry #10).


7. Always Was, Is And Always Shall Be (1980)


Desperate to break out of Manchester, NH's stagnant music scene, a young GG Allin formed the Jabbers in 1977. His first recording sessions resulted in nothing more than simple pop punk ditties akin to the New York Dolls and Dead Boys - released locally on obscure 7" records. Eventually Allin had enough songs under his belt to compile them into a debut LP - 1980's Always Was, Is And Always Shall Be. Planned as an aggregate release by the then-monikered "GG Allin & The Jabbers", Allin switched the cover art at the last minute and plastered his teen idol mug across the front, much to the chagrin of the other band members. The rocky relationship between GG and the Jabbers would drag on until a painful 1984 break-up; from that point on, GG would not have a steady back-up band for nearly a decade.

Always Was, Is And Always Shall Be is a cheesy, power-pop punk record that is almost laughable today when compared to the rest of his discography. If you can see past the choppy recording, strangely sterile backing tracks and overly loud vocals (another pre-release sabotage by GG?) there are some real diamonds in the rough. "Assface" still stands as one of GG's best tunes - a funny rip on some nameless know-it-all, "Cheri Love Affair" is a strangely addictive shout-out to Manchester streetwalkers and "Don't Talk To Me" was probably that close… that close… to being a real radio hit. Always Was, Is And Always Shall Be really gives the listener a glimpse into what could have been…


6. You Give Love A Bad Name (1987)


Monday, October 6th, 1986 was a big day for GG Allin. His triumphant return to NYC as a solo artist would culminate that night with an outrageous show at the legendary Cat Club. The infamous review by RJ Smith of the Village Voice says it best:

“GG Allin, this New Hampshire loser, appeared at the Cat Club, wearing only a jockstrap and cowboy boots. He started shouting the moment he came out, after shitting in his hands and wiping it on his chest. Then he bashed the microphone into his mouth, nose and eye sockets, a shiny red mask spreading across his face. He stretched his jock aside and pulled hard on his little dick. He broke bottles on the ground and rolled in them. Back up on stage now, there was other stuff on the floor (vomit?), and his butt and legs, besides his face, were bleeding. On his back, sometimes doggy style, Allin would shove the microphone into his anus. Then he went into the second number.”

Allin's back-up band that night was a local supergroup of sorts monikered the NY Superscum. Featuring Dinosaur Jr. guitarist J Mascis, Butthole Surfer bassist Mike Kramer and Artless members Mykel Board and Steven Dansiger, the band also showcased a young record mogul named Gerard Cosloy. Managing the indie label Homestead Records, Cosloy quickly signed Allin to a 3-record deal.

The first vinyl to emerge from the deal was 1987's You Give Love A Bad Name. While by no means GG's best work, it is stylistically a real step up from the DIY basement recordings he was churning out in the early 80's. Cosloy compiled yet another "supergroup" named the Holy Men for the recording session featuring members of Prong, Teenage Depression and the Raunch Hands. Absolutely hateful, misogynistic and profane, the studio engineer could not believe Cosloy was actually planning on pressing the record. Music-wise, it's pretty muddy punk. Allin's lyrics were recorded twice onto two tracks, giving them a strange un-synched chorus effect which is somewhat distracting.

GG would later disown much of the material, claiming he barely wrote anything and that the album was entirely choreographed by Cosloy. Regardless, it stands as some of the most demented hardcore to emerge from the 80's. Starting with the crass anthem "Swank Fuckin'" (Well your pussy smells like piss / Your asshole smells like shit / Your crusty stench gets me off / I wanna swank fuck) and onto such ditties as "I'm A Rapest" (sic), "Teenage Twats," and "Stink Finger Clit," You Give Love really delivers in the offensive department. Featuring a Charlie Manson cover ("Garbage Dump") to boot! What more could you ask for?


5. Hated In The Nation (1987)


I debated before including this one on the list. Sure, it's technically a compilation album. But to many GG fans this was the album that hooked them to the world of scum. It was the first record of Allin's to actually break out of New England and reach country-wide distribution. And it has never gone out of print. Additionally there was new material re-recorded including songs never heard elsewhere so… enough with the explanation…

Compiled by Mykel Board for NYC's ROIR Records, Hated In The Nation features studio recordings interspersed with live material culled from Allin's 1985 Dallas, TX show with the Texas Nazis. Songs span GG's career, from obscure cute Jabber ditties ("Gimme Some Head", "You Hate Me & I Hate You") to sleazy Scumfuc material ("I Wanna Fuck Myself", "Needle Up My Cock") to new tunes ("Ten Year Old", "Eat My ]Leftovers]") recorded over a weekend with the aforementioned NY Superscum (see entry #6 - I told you it was a big day for GG!). Mykel also throws in some quirky messages from GG's answering machine as well as a way-too-long 30-second track of GG masturbating. Elvis Presley he ain't. Of course recording quality varies immensely from track to track but in some weird way it works; there's enough variety to keep it fresh. The live outtakes are killer, some of the most hilarious shit ever spewed from a stage. Those confused Texans really caught GG on a good day.


4. Freaks, Faggots, Drunks & Junkies (1988)


The most recognized album of Allin's career, 1988's Freaks, Faggots, Drunks & Junkies was his second for Homestead and became the definitive source material for live shows until his death. Primarily recorded with stalwart Boston punkers Psycho, the album is a twisted, black-humored journey into the corroding lifestyle of a full-blown alcoholic junkie. Per GG's liner notes:

"I live in NH cause it's cheap. But it fuckin' stinks with conservative pigs and lame bands, ect. I don't socialize to much any more 'cause nobody wants to associate with me. I'm not welcome because I've fucked over so called people and trashed parties, fighting & breaking bottles over heads. I'm an ugly scum + I don't care. I don't fuckin' care if people know if I had sex with my brother or my dog. Nobody controls me + never will. If you think I'm bullshit, why don't you come to NH and see for yourself. Visit my one room that smells like a piss factory + smells of dope and whisky. I'm not thanking any fucker, just myself. Those who talk the dogshit about me really just want to be me. But you never fuckin' will.

Everything I have fits in a trunk + I don't bathe often or change my clothes. I hang out with Jim Beam and I do not record for popularity, I do it for myself only. Because it is my life.

Until they put me in a box 6 feet under, I'll continue to fuckin' do it my way.

If parts of this record sound fucked up, that's because we were. If you want perfection, go buy someone else's record."

Nearly every song on Freaks is a keeper. The opener, "Dope Money," slyly ganks the Peter Gunn theme into a classic ode to junkie cash compromise. "Sleeping In My Piss" (a first hand account of what a daily fifth of whiskey will do to you), "Anti-Social Masterbator" (sic), "Last In Line For The Gang Bang" - the incredible lack of anything remotely PC on this record will leave you speechless. And we're not even to side B. An amazing cover of Destroy All Monsters' "Die When You Die"  is easily the tightest track on the album - a rocking slab of hardcore ending with the infamous "You got cancer so go fucking die / If you got AIDS spread it around and take some lives." My favorite song however is the epic "Crash & Burn," a miserable dirge of agonized self-reflection by the struggling punker. By this point in his life GG was almost homeless. He'd been run out of New Hampshire to take up semi-residence with a friend in Chicago's suburbs, struggling to stay one step ahead of the law and their growing arsenal of warrants. Freaks, Faggots, Drunks & Junkies marks the end of "normal" life for Allin, a snapshot of a man at the edge of the cliff both professionally and personally. Essential.


3. Suicide Sessions (1989)


Even among hardcore GG Allin fans this album remains a black sheep. Many feel it is little more than 40 minutes of feedback-laden tripe. A few think it stands as a his rawest, most dangerous work. I tend to agree with the latter. The minimalist dirge of Suicide Sessions is testament to a broken alcoholic struggling to hold onto the scraps of his meager career. Allin's contract with Homestead was all but used up with Sessions (album #3), GG claimed the label never even paid him for the songs - somewhat corroborated by the fact that Homestead quietly distributed Suicide Sessions as a cheap cassette-only release. By this point in his life GG was a full-blown wino drinking and drugging his way through his own bearded, big-bellied Jim Morrison phase. His live shows were turning into weird ranting requiems with barely any music other than plodding improvisation by random bands.

Suicide Sessions is raw. It is depressing. It is noisy, harsh, mean, confusing and painful to listen to. There is no question why this is Allin's "forgotten" album. Songs flow from one to another with little change other than the constant feedback (and none really made it as live show staples). It is also the first time GG foreshadows his plan to commit suicide (see entry #8). The miserable "Troubled Trubador Of Tommorrow" (sic) concludes with the foreboding "Lock him up / Watch him turn away / October 31, 1990 / He'll have his day." Following the marginal release of Sessions, GG would clarify this statement with a clear claim of his desire to kill himself onstage. Arrested in Michigan (see entry #10) only months later, his suicide claim would be pushed back and eventually put on hold. Critics baited Allin for "crying wolf" until the end of his days.

As for the rest of the album, a harsh noise fan will find a lot to like in Suicide Sessions. "Dagger In My Heart" is the closest thing to a college radio hit the guy recorded in years; pounding sludgers "Cornhole Lust" and "Shit On My Prick" still remain some of my favorite GG songs; "Drug Whore" is an amazing journey into the mind of an addict; "Lilliana Phone Fucker" is a strange psycho-fan phone message grunted over by a spastic Allin. There's a lot of dirge and rambling guitar solo but it's all about the feeling, man. Top notch shit.


2. Eat My Fuc (1984)


Following the break-up of the Jabbers, GG immediately went to work on a solo career. His dashed hopes of mainstream superstardom still eating away at his ego, Allin retreated to the backwoods of Vermont to record Eat My Fuc - the defining moment (and point of no return) in his career.

Eat My Fuc features ten ridiculous songs of moronic pottie-humor hardcore, seemingly recorded on a tape deck with no attention to mastering, equalizing or balance. Probably the most "punk" record to come out in the early 80's - GG created something so unlistenable that he unintentionally formed a new genre of music. Some would call it "tardcore" or "toilet rock" - GG simply called it "scum". Allin recorded most of the instruments himself, and somehow, underneath all the tape hiss, strange audio cues and flagrant profanity, managed to write some incredibly catchy tunes. "Hard Candy Cock" is the rampant opener - you'll find yourself humming the "Suckitsuckitsuckitsuckit" chorus hours later. "Drink, Fight & Fuck" and "Cock On The Loose" became time-tested Allin classics while the ludicrous "Clit Licker" and "Blowjobs" are some of the most foul-mouthed tunes ever pressed onto wax. Eat My Fuc is a true classic of the underground music scene. To simply call it "tardcore" would be selling it short. A DIY effort by an artist who had given up on being liked and simply wanted to piss people off. Well done sir. Well done.


1. You'll Never Tame Me (1985)


Without a doubt, the raunchiest record ever released. Hands down. Self-published on cassette and recorded with the infamous Scumfucs, You'll Never Tame Me is mandatory listening for purveyors of bad taste, camp, indecency, vulgarity - the absolute dregs of "art." Every song is a standalone highlight in the GG Allin catalog - the album violates nearly any taboo one could imagine.

"Fuck Woman I've Never Had" and "Scumfuc Tradition" are lifted from Hank Williams Jr. tunes - GG adds his trademark lewdness in new vocals and elevates them to scatological classics. "I Wanna Fuck Myself" is a shameless, unapologetic tribute to self-satisfaction, "Needle Up My Cock" paints a squirm-inducing picture of GG's first bout with VD. "I Wanna Piss On You" and "You'll Never Tame Me" express Allin's general distaste for everyone while the ridiculous "I Fuck The Dead" brings the idea of a "cold fuck" to a new level. "Kill The Children, Save The Food" remains the most jaw-droppingly offensive track on the album. A mean-spirited antithesis of everything Live Aid was trying to do at the time - the fact GG and the band can't stop laughing throughout only adds to the utter perversion of the whole thing.

The music is fast, addictive three-chord hardcore. Sloppy recording and bare-bones production only add to the charm. You'll Never Tame Me is pushing three decades old and it easily holds up against the meanest punk out there today. One of the watershed underground albums of the 80's, in my opinion GG was never better. Search this one out.



Lastly, by no means is this a comprehensive catalog of GG's recording career. In addition to the above albums, he released dozens of 7-inch singles as well as a hoard of compilations and live recordings to plague record stores for eternity. Can't say the guy wasn't prolific. It would be interesting to see how GG's career would have played out in the current atmosphere of social media, handheld video phones and 24-hour news cycles. In this era of Jackass and The Dudesons trying to out-gross one another, GarageBand giving life to a million garage punk acts, would GG have become obsolete? Sadly, I guess we'll never know. RIP GG.


Currently watching: Down By Law
Currently listening to: Shit Happiness Chords EP

Thursday, November 15, 2012

Wardance



Just got word from Buenos Aires sludgelords (and perennial 'Genocide faves) Asilo that they have a couple new songs up on their Bandcamp page. Two tunes from their upcoming debut as well as some compilation contributions recorded over the past few months. Fucking awesome double bass player infused sludge/doom/miserycore to slit your wrists to. So head on over to their little nook of the internet and drop 'em some of your hard-earned dinero. And they've got a Killing Joke cover to boot!


Currently watching: Blue Sunshine
Currently listening to: Victims Family White Bread Blues

Thursday, October 25, 2012

One Last Post. Really. Last One. Ever.



Jesus, I feel like a band announcing its umpteenth "farewell" tour. Anyways, I liked doing the Metallica cover song compilations a few months ago and thought I would amass something similar for everyone's favorite scumfuc. I've written previously on the wealth of material GG Allin covered, lifted, adapted or simply plagiarized; I thought a comprehensive "greatest hits" was due. There are a few tracks I've left off. Bulge may or may not be able to take credit for writing some of the tunes on Freaks, Faggots, Drunks & Junkies (see my Second Cummin' post for more info) - I'll just never really know who's version was recorded/written first. Additionally, if you can believe it, "Eat My Diarrhea" was originally written by obscure Sacramento punkers The Vacant. Can't verify that claim with an actual song so we'll leave that one out. Finally, "Louden Boomer" (from the execrable Live Fast Die Fast 7") is supposedly a cover of Steppenwolf's "Earschplittenloudenboomer." I don't really hear the connection and since both songs suck I skipped 'em. Other than that, I think you'll get a kick hearing the virginal versions of songs GG inaugurated into scum rock history. I've tried to make them somewhat career-chronological. Here we go:

1. I Like Marijuana (David Peel & The Lower East Side) - Covered throughout GG's career; appearing as early as Jabber bootlegs down to the I Was A Murder Junkie soundtrack.
2. Pills (New York Dolls) - Covered live by GG and the Jabbers, appearing on several bootleg albums from that era. 
3. Up Against The Wall (The Ohio Express) - Showed up on GG's No Rules 7". Pure bubblegum pop nonsense. Strange slow down near the end of the song, GG makes this one a lot more listenable.
4. (She Got A) Nose Job (Mike Russo, Jeanne Hayes & The Dellwoods) - Yep, I couldn't believe this one either. Only just learned about the existence of this - a fucking MAD Magazine cover tune! Of course it morphed into Eat My Fuc's "Blow Jobs" - I would have loved to have been a fly on the wall when ol' Geeg heard this one for the first time and the gears started churning...
5. Women I've Never Had (Hank Williams Jr.) - In my opinion, GG's Hank covers are his best homages. The Scumfuc era was a real high point for me.
6. Family Tradition (Hank Williams Jr.)  - As above.
7. Bad Habits (Joan Armatrading) - Who would have thought GG listened to UK jazz pop singers? From side B of her 1983 The Key (Joan's biggest US album up to that time), Allin's version is a true cover, not a whole lot changing on this one other than a few obligatory "fucks" here and there. I'm sure this track was a contribution from one of the 'Sluts as I just cannot imagine this LP actually spinning on GG's turntable.
8. Kids In The City (Candy) - Another obscurity, Ohio's Candy was actually the launchpad for Gilby Clarke who years later would have some success with Guns 'N' Roses! But this is terrible mid-80's power pop which GG would re-envision as "Sluts In The City".
9. Sorry 'Bout That (Nancy Sinatra) - For the longest time I thought "Tough Fuckin' Shit" was a quasi-cover of "These Boots Are Made For Walkin'". Seems a LOT of Nancy Sinatra's songs sounded exactly the same and after a quick listen it's apparent this was the catalyst. I still think she was pretty hot though...
10. Ball Me Out (DMZ) - I gotta say, to me the Cedar St. Sluts stuff is some of GG's weakest material but if I had to pick a favorite it would be "I Wanna Suck Your Cunt." Classic scum that I was surprised to learn was lifted from Boston band DMZ. Not sure if there's a studio version out there, this is a live version from 1976. I'll always wonder how GG stumbled upon this pretty rocking tune.
11. Beer Picnic (Bad Tuna Experience) - I wrote about this tune a few months ago.
12. Garbage Dump (Charles Manson) - Good ol' folk from our favorite San Quentin resident. Recorded for what became the infamous LIE album.
13. You're Gonna Die (Destroy All Monsters) - Another obscure punk band rescued from the bowels of obscurity by a GG Allin cover. GG's "Die When You Die" is light years superior but still neat to hear the original.
14. Longhaired Redneck (David Allan Coe) - The impetus for GG's classic "Outlaw Scumfuc." I find the original really tough to listen to - I can't fucking stand country music (especially with steel guitar) and this is a perfect example why.
15. I Want To Kill You (David Peel & The Lower East Side) - Strange proto-punk from 1970 - the only tune in this compilation I actually prefer over GG's. Just has a cool space-age vibe to it. Admittedly GG lifted the best choral parts to create his own lo-fi masterpiece but Peel's version kills.
16. Knoxville Girl (The Wilburn Brothers) - I almost didn't include this one. Evidently it was the basis for "Watch Me Kill (The Boston Girl)" from his Murder Junkies 7". I guess I can see the comparison. Or maybe it's the impetus for the Carnival Of Excess version. Either way what is more surprising to me is that this was a relative "hit" in 1959 - some pretty dark shit for the beatnik 50's. Sounds like Unknown Hinson on a good day.
17. Dead Flowers (The Rolling Stones) - Few need an intro to this one. From the Sticky Fingers album and a live GG staple in the dirgy late 80's shows.
18. Carmelita (Warren Zevon) - GG did this one justice with his Hated impromptu cover, Zevon's original reeks of too much flamenco. I'm not exactly sold on the over-produced Carnival Of Excess version, I think it works much better as a bare-bones acoustic
19. Pick Me Up On Your Way Down (Patsy Cline) - obscure Cline recording from 1956 well-covered by GG on the Carnival Of Excess album.
20. Fuckin' In The Butt (David Allan Coe) - Not much else to say other than it's the basis for "I Wanna Fuck The Shit Out Of You" from the posthumous Carolina Shitkickers 7".

Say what you want about GG but to his credit he had some pretty varied tastes in music. Of course he would claim it tended somewhat towards the obscure and underground but shit, even my parents had a fucking Warren Zevon record. I tried my best to get quality versions, bitrates are a little all over the place but all in all I think they sound pretty good considering. Enjoy before the link disappears!

12/16/14 update: Thanks to nogoodbastid's essential YouTube channel I learned the obscure origins of "Bad Habits" (among previous others) and added it to the list!

 
Currently watching: Basket Case 3
Currently listening to: Trainspotting - Original Motion Picture Soundtrack

Monday, October 22, 2012

End Of Line.



Well, I guess it was inevitable. It was brought to my attention that a bunch of links were down, I started going through the blog and it basically seems like everything from before July has been flushed into the internet abyss. I gotta be honest, after re-uploading all my posts back in May (deleted in the great Megaupload raid) the idea of doing it all again isn't too appealing. I'm not sure if the links got deleted because they were violating content, inactive or both but either way it's just too time consuming to start from scratch and I feel like I'll just be in the same boat again 6 months from now. You may have noticed that I haven't had a new post anyways since just over a month ago - when it comes down to it I just can't find anything worthwhile to upload that isn't already in a zillion other places on the web. There are a ton of great blogs out there (check the list to the right) still chugging along and I hope you good sirs keep at it. Bandcamp is the greatest thing out there right now as well and I've been finding tons of awesome shit on there, both old and new. So, in closing, I've re-uploaded a few things that have been specifically requested but for now I'm just going to let this blog die a quiet death. Thanks for checking the 'Genocide out - it was fun while it lasted. Peace out fuckers!

 
Currently watching: The Life And Death Of A Porno Gang
Currently listening to: Herder Horror Vacui

Thursday, September 20, 2012

Shameless self-promotion...



Ugh, I can barely stomach myself for listing these poor excuses for music up here. But fuck it, thanks to the mighty Bandcamp even the worst of the worst have their own pathetic pocket on the internet. As you may have noticed from the somewhat-new "Plugs" blurb on the right, I thought I'd give a sorry shout out to a few of the bands I'm involved in these days since no one else will bother to review them. Starting off with Bong Ludes, a 3-piece that I've played with for almost ten years. The band has lived through several incarnations, band names and band members but has finally chiseled down to a solid lineup. Plays self-deprecating punkish hardcore with the occasional groove thrown in here and there. Tuesday Nights At The Whorehouse (reviewed by the 'Genocide back in May 2011) is a homage to the indomitable Abominable Iron Sloth - a screaming pounding sludgecore duo that makes absolutely no sense other than an excuse to be as offensive as possible. Finally there's the red-headed stepchild Zero Trench. A worthless solo project that I revisit occasionally whenever I can't get one of my other "real" bands to invest time in a song idea I like. Call it my selfish noisecore/hardcore outlet. Regardless, hopefully you will find something to enjoy in the above efforts, if not then you can just go ahead and suck my balls...


Currently watching: The Descent 2
Currently listening to: Human Cull Human Cull


The Oxygen Destroyer must not be used!



An amazing compilation fittingly released on the 35th anniversary of Godzilla: King Of The Monsters, Destroysall is a colossal tribute album showcasing a slew of sludge genre legends as well as some hardcore bands to keep it somewhat upbeat. Mammoth opens the CD with an almost ambient track followed by a nearly prog-metal entry by Cleveland's Terminal Lovers. Ohio noise purveyors Sloth offer a sample-heavy slab of noise metal, next up is Hangnail's "Invasion of the Neptune Men" - a tight 90 seconds of japcore followed by the suitably named Gigantasaurus! and their 8-minute marathon entry of sludge. Leon Grizzard plays a cool stoner style jam, Fistula churns out an epic track of screaming doom sludge, dot(.) follows with a similarly plodding, thunderous style while Negative Reaction's entry (easily the coolest song on the album) blurs the line between sludge and stoner for another 8 minutes. Awesome stuff. Rounding out the album are Rwake, Patheticism and Leviathan A.D. with more miserable sludge, Third Degree Burnout spits out some sludgecore which borders on grunge while the Crunky Kids (yeah - another Ohio band!) offer one more spastic slab of hardcore before the cool closer by Solace - an instrumental noise rock jam that flows in and out of psychedelia until the trickling finale. A fitting album to get you to revisit that dusty DVD box set in your collection. Enjoy.

 
Currently watching: Rampage
Currently listening to: Sloth Herder Sluggard

Tuesday, September 11, 2012

Re-Re-Revisted



Don't ask why but I've been listening to a bit of old-school Metallica lately. And by old-school I mean pre-1991 Black Album Metallica. I've never really heard anything they've released since that era, I'm one of the many who found their gigantic crossover album really dry and dull; I was getting more into death metal at the time and just tapped out of being a Metallica fan. I remember the excitement leading up to the "Enter Sandman" video premiere on MTV and it was... just kinda... OK. As was the album. "Sad But True" wasn't too bad (but upon revisiting it - phew - that is one boring song) and I kinda liked "Don't Tread On Me" but all in all a real letdown. So why am I whining about it 20 years later? Well, it brings me to the Metallica album I liked the most - 1987's Garage Days Re-Revisited. In case you've been living in a cave on Mars with your fingers in your ears for the past two decades, Re-Revisited is a tight 5-song EP of the band covering some of their favorite New Wave Of British Heavy Metal tunes (along with a couple Misfits tracks to boot); but for all intents and purposes I've pretty much considered the obscure songs Metallica originals (in the same way "Hey Joe" is an original Jimi Hendrix tune - any Leaves fans out there can kiss my ass). I know such a statement will raise the ire of the two or three Budgie enthusiasts lurking throughout the Welsh countryside but there's not much I can say to appease other than that Metallica is the sole reason anyone still acknowledges them or most of the other bands named below (much thanks to the internet as well). With that being said, I thought I'd throw together a compilation of all those original songs for nothing else but to have something a little different to listen to. Included are "Helpless" by Diamond Head, "The Small Hours" by Holocaust (my favorite track), "The Wait" by Killing Joke, "Crash Course In Brain Surgery" by Budgie, "Last Caress" and "Green Hell" by the good ol' Misfits and "Run To The Hills" by Iron Maiden. Along with that I compiled the originals of a bunch of other popular Metallica covers - all before the godawful Garage, Inc. abomination in the mid-90's. "Turn The Page"? Excuse me while I fucking vomit. Here's Diamond Head doing "Am I Evil?" and Blitzkrieg with "Blitzkrieg" (both bonus tracks on the Kill 'Em All CD), Diamond Head (again) with "The Prince" (found on the B-side of my "One" cassette single), "Breadfan" by Budgie (B-side on the "Eye Of The Beholder" cassete single), Queen's "Stone Cold Crazy" (Metallica's contribution to 1990's Rubáiyát: Elektra's 40th Anniversary double CD) and Anti-Nowhere League's "So What..." from the "Sad But True" cassette single (thanks to the sadly defunct Colostomy Grab-Bag for the album cover idea). And with that purchase came the end of my Metallica fandom. I've tracked down some pretty fine quality tracks, I think completists will be pleased. Enjoy.

$5.98                         $6.66
 
Currently watching: The Night Porter
Currently listening to: Queen A Night At The Opera

Saturday, September 8, 2012

Meeses





I'm probably not the only one out there who still mourns last year's passing of the incredible Sludge Swamp. A part of me still occasionally stops by their sadly dry Facebook page in hopes it will someday re-emerge as the music juggernaut it once was but with the lack of any regular posts it just seems like an ever-dwindling pipe dream. I can't tell you how many bands (100? 200?) I am now a fan of thanks to the guys (and gal) who ran that shit. Actually, if I could come up with one complaint about the site (and this is being ridiculously petty) it was the incredible amount of volume that was uploaded. Before you even had a chance to finish checking out one band another would appear. And since a lot of it was dedicated to the sludge genre, a lot of these tunes pushed into the 10-minute mark - not quick (or easy) listens to determine whether you were into a band or not. Fortunately the blog held frequent compilation contests, one of my favorite being the Heavy Like The Moose volumes. Doom, drone, prog rock, stoner, sludge, psychedelic, and just bare bones metal, these five compilations will easily cover you for your next 12-hour road trip. Quality varies somewhat but most is pretty good, enjoy and thanks for the memories 'Swamp.


Currently watching: Weasels Rip My Flesh
Currently listening to: Macabre Dahmer

Thursday, September 6, 2012

Get Liquified...



Late 2000, Roadrunner Records was sitting on a cash cow with Slipknot, so they quickly jumped on the bandwagon by signing any band which could be pigeonholed into the reigning nü metal/rapcore fad. Helloooooo Phoenix, AZ locals Disclocated Styles. Having just released an uneven, self-produced LP entitled Elevator Music (rather rap-heavy in a Quarishi type of way), the boys jumped onto the majors and recorded Pin The Tail On The Honkey within six weeks, rehashing a half-dozen tunes from their debut along with some new material. So what's the vedict? Well... let's just say I was expecting something a tad more... uh... heavy. It's not that Honkey is bad at all, it's just that I guess I had Slipknot or Sepultura on the brain when I bought it. Looking back at the album title now the goofiness doesn't surprise me in the least, but back then I wasn't so miserably jaded about every band I've never heard of. Anyways, in a nutshell, Dislocated Styles pretty much sounds like a more sophomoric Phunk Junkeez or Zebrahead; doing research for this post I discovered that Honkey's producer cut a few albums with Zebrahead so there ya go! It's all pretty upbeat and listenable - the music really isn't  the problem, it's the song subject matter. It is just... so... how do I say this... fucking retarded! I'm sure it was all conceived in fun but some of the songs seem like they were written by (and for) fucking 10-year olds. "Online Virus"? I mean really? And "Liquified" sounds like the kind of shit pre-alcoholic highschoolers would brag to each other after a weekend kegger. And of course there's the token porno-worship song "Wet Video". It goes on and on. Fun? Yeah, but be warned, this is some stupid ass shit.

 
Currently watching: I Spit On Your Corpse, I Piss On Your Grave!
Currently listening to: Sev Sunflower