Amyl and the Sniffers, “Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap”

Amyl and the Sniffers, “Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap.”

Well there ya go. I told you they sounded like AC/DC. It’s like AC/DC, except it’s totally punked out and speeded out. Weird cover. Guitar almost sounds like early Queen, or maybe even Mountain! It’s also got that Humble Pie sound to it. “30 Days in the Hole” anyone?

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Amyl and the Sniffers, “Some Mutts (Can’t Be Muzzled)”

Amyl and the Sniffers, “Some Mutts (Can’t Be Muzzled)”. I like this raw sound. I’m wondering if this chick is on speed. How the Hell does she have so damned much energy?

Besides punk rock and the Damned, so much in evidence here, how about another influence? Heavy metal? Australian heavy metal? How about AC/DC? Anyone here AC/DC in this band. I can hear it in the guitar. Maybe it’s those Australian genes.

And then what do I hear again? The Stooges. Of course. But you know, the Stooges sort of started everything in a way. So many bands were influenced by them. The rhythm section in the back and even those crazy guitars, yep. Iggy and the Stooges. It’s like Iggy turned into a girl and put a bra and shorts on.

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Amyl and the Sniffers, “Control”

Amyl and the Sniffers, “Control.” Another one. Real nice. This is the one where the rhythm section sounds like G. G. Allin’s band. Like that lead too. Not sure what that sounds like either. Well, the Stooges, yeah. Raw Power, anyone? How bout “Oh Bondage, Up Yours!” by the X-Ray Spex? And once again, G. G. Allin’s band!

You know what else that sounds like? The Damned!

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Amyl and the Sniffers, “Gacked on Anger”

Amyl and the Sniffers, “Gacked on Anger.”

Again. Well that’s some real punk rock all right. All the way back to 1976 and 1977. Funny all these bands try to reproduce the sound but they just can’t seem to do it, can they? Here I am talking about how all modern music sucks, and this damned band shows up to pour champagne all over my pity party! What’s with you guys? Can’t you let a guy suffer in peace? Why do you have to come along and make me all happy and shit? Geez.

Ok, the rhythm section. Iggy and the Stooges. Obviously. And I know everyone hates them, but does anyone else feel a bit of G. G. Allen’s rhythm section ripping along there? I always like that heavy pounding sound they had. Say what you want about G. G., but at least it was rock and roll, dammit.

Plus some of those other bands – the X-Ray Spex, the Runaways (believe it or not) and I hate to say it but yep, the damned Plasmatics, probably one of the most hated bands of the early 80’s. But maybe they were ok after all?

There ya go. The music video. I usually hate violent bitches, but I think I might like it if this psychobitch was yelling at me like this.

Once she hits me with that damned bottle, it’s all over though. I’d have to beat her ass for that. Of course I’d try to have sex with her after I beat her up. She’d probably do it, too. Women are really insane that way. If you haven’t out the connection women have with violence and sex, well, stick around a few more years. I’m an old-timer. I’d still completely freaked out by how twisted and insane women are when it comes to sex. They’re pretty nuts anyway, but when it comes to the bedroom, just throw out all the  rules. All rationality stops at the bedroom door and sorts of craziness and weirdness begins.

The main problem men have with women is we expect them to be logical like us. They’re not. Their emotionally driven creatures. Most of their behavior is emotionally driven. It’s not that they lack logic – but they have emotional logic, which is not the same thing as intellectual logic. And no matter how nutty a woman acts, if you sit down and think about it, there’s usually some crazy reason, an actual, logical reason, but a crazy one, mind you behind just about everything she does.

If you expect women to make sense according to the rules of men and their logic, you will be angry most of your life. And you will spend a lot of time being angry at women because a lot of their illogic is pretty infuriating.

But the next time a woman does something nutty, sit down and think whether it makes sense in some crazy way. Look for the crazy logic. Screw the sane logic. They don’t play that. There’s a reason in there, in the wilds of her emotional thickets. Once you start to understand her emotional language and logic, you can start piecing together a lot more of her behavior. She’ll even start to make sense. Crazy sense, sure, but sense nevertheless.

Of course I’d grab her and try to fuck her after I let her have a bit of fun with me. I’d have to. No bitch talks to me without getting sexually attacked. If she shoves me away, fine, but if you’re going to talk to a man like that, you better be prepared to get fucked or at least get sexually attacked a bit, dammit. If you don’t want to do it, fine, just shove him away. But when you talk to a man like that, I’ll be damned if you aren’t fucking asking for it.

If you can’t stand the heat, stay out of the kitchen. If you ain’t prepared for the blowback, ladies, don’t even talk to any man like this, ever. If he’s any kind of a man at all, he’s going to jump ya.

But maybe you like that, huh girls? Why did you talk to a man like that in the first place? No woman talks to a man like that unless she wants to get fucked. Get real, dammit.

If you can’t handle that, then forget it. Play it safe. Just call the cops or something, ladies. Don’t push your luck!

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Amyl and the Sniffers, “Shake Ya”

Amyl and the Sniffers, “Shake Ya.” I’m just going to post these guys today. They’re too much. Sound like the X-Ray Spex. Her voice is a replica of Poly Styrene. Other influences: Iggy and the Stooges, Cherie Currie and the Runaways (Currie on vocals), Joan Jett of the Runaways and solo (vocals), Wendy O. Williams and the Plasmatics (vocals, and, yep, believe it or not), and Courtney Love’s Hole (vocals again). Continuing in the great tradition of The Saints, the original great Australian punk rock band from the 1970’s. I’ll have to post some of them!

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Amyl and the Sniffers, “I’m Not a Loser”

Amyl and the Sniffers, “I’m Not a Loser.” This is probably my favorite song by this band. It’s like Wendy O of the Plasmatics and Debbie Harry of Blondie somehow had a baby. Don’t ask me how that’s possible, but come on, man.

It’s 2021! Get with the program, bigots! It’s a new world now. Men have breasts, vaginas, huge clits, and even get get pregnant. Women have penises. There’s no such thing as men and women anymore, Nazis. There’s penis-havers and vagina-havers. Guys get knocked up all the time. Lesbians have dicks, big ones sometimes! You’d be surprised. You haters need to get out more. I bet most of you aren’t even pan, huh? Come on, it’s the 21st Century. Everyone’s pansexual, get with it, dammit!

Ok, now that is some very, very nice music. This is what I remember punk rock was like. Sure, it’s derivative, but so what? Like punk rock wasn’t all derivative of itself? Of course it was. But this is the real thing. It’s the most 70’s or 80’s song I’ve heard in a while, and it was recorded only two years ago. Those British accents? Nope. Australian accents! This is an Australian band! And this song is live in LA at a club called The Echo that I’ve never even heard of! Have to check out some more of this music. I do like this one song though.

Band name is perfect too. And of course, so is the song title! Hot lead singer reminds me a bit of Debbie Harry but that’s not quite it. More like the chick lead singer of the Avengers, the great San Francisco punk rock band from the 1970’s. And they sound very much like them indeed.

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“Did You No Wrong,” Sex Pistols

Very nice! “Did You No Wrong” by the Sex Pistols. This song was never included on their most famous album, Never Mind the Bollocks, here’s the Sex Pistols, one of the greatest rock albums ever made that did more than any other record to kick start the punk rock movement. This song was only released as a B-side to God Save the Queen, which was released in May 1977.

The famous record jacket from the Sex Pistols very early single, “God Save the Queen.” The Virgin version had “I Did You No Wrong” on the B side.

The album was not released until October. It somehow went to #1 on the charts even though it caused a wave of outrage because it pretty much insulted the queen and by extension, the UK itself. It was actually banned by the BBC! After it was banned, the group rented a boat on the Thames River that flows through London and played the song at a very loud volume as the boat floated down the river. I remember when this song came out.

I believe either my brother or I purchased it in Summer 1978. Keep in mind that no one was into punk rock back then. Instead everyone was a pothead hippie, and this new punk rock music was universally reviled by such folks. I was a pothead hippie too of course, but I took to the new punk rock like a fish to water.

It was very unpopular to be a punk back then. You basically had just about no friends. Well, none of your friends agreed with your new music choice, let’s put it that way. Punks were basically reviled and  rejected by everyone, which is actually sort of the whole  idea of the movement, so in a way it was perfect! It was hard to be a punk though. I wore the buttons, cut my hair in an insane punk rock haircut with short hair but a long “tail” going down my neck. People would laugh at me and ridicule me when I went out.

Even though we bought the single a year after it came out, my brother and I were some of the only people into this new music. But we knew we had hit gold. The Sex Pistols were just rock roll, straight from Little Richard and  Chuck Berry through the Rolling Stones, the Velvet Underground and the Stooges to glam and the New York  Dolls all the way to the  logical next extension, punk rock. It was all a long, unbroken string, the same music being reincarnated and improved with each new generation.

At this time, rock had gotten away from rock music proper and was off into progressive rock like Genesis, Yes, and Emerson, Lake and Palmer (well, at least they rocked). Pretty much stoner music with lots of synthesizers. It was very nice, but rock and roll it wasn’t. Punk rock was supposed to be a rebellion against all that stuff and a straight, back to the basics approach. The Pistols had more in common with Chuck Berry than they did with Genesis.

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Stooges, “Little Doll”

1969! Never realized how good this song was. “Little Doll,” from the very first Stooges album, out of Detroit, 1969! The album is called Gimme Danger!

This is proto-punk rock all the way. Punk rock didn’t start up until 1976, seven years later, but this stuff was truly the ancestral music of punk rock. And guess what? Everybody hated them. And guess what else? Nobody even heard of them. I started listening to rock music in 1974, and I had no idea that this music even existed because nobody talked about it.

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The Damned, “New Rose”

Remember I played “Smash it up” by these guys a while back? Same guys.

The Damned, “New Rose” from the album, “Damned Damned Damned,” their first album from 1977. This was one of the all-time classic punk rock albums from the early days, up there with “Never Mind the Bollocks,” by the Sex Pistols.

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Alt Left: None of Us Are Dindus: Ronald Biggs and the Sex Pistols, “No One Is Innocent”

I was thinking about Mithridates’ response to the Chmielnicki thread, which tragically implied that most if not all of the Jews killed in the peasant revolts of Eastern Europe pretty much had it coming for acting as tax farmers for the nobles and hence perfectly appropriate targets for an peasant revolt against feudalism. Sure, leave the Jewish women, kids, and old men out of it – except who ever does that in a war, especially 350 years go.

Anyway this made me feel very bad. Those Jews were killed in terrible ways and all my life I’ve been told that the Jews of Europe were dindus who dindu nuffin and just got picked on by mean Gentile antisemite Nazis. Turns out a lot of them asked for their own brutal fate. But that doesn’t make me happy. It makes me so sad. I don’t know but it just does.

And the first thing I thought is fuck this dindu crap. Fuck this we dindu nuffin shit.

What I mean by screw this dindu crap is: Goddamn it, none of us are dindus! You know how many of us dindu nuffins! Zero fucking percent, that’s how many!

Which reminds me of a song by the Sex Pistols. A man named Ronald Biggs helped participate in the Great Train Robbery in the UK in 1964. He hightailed it to Brazil. Brazil has no extradition treaty with the UK, so he’s been living it up down there laughing at the world and giving us all the finger the whole time. Well, good on him. I might do the same.

The Great Train Robbery? They stole lots and lots of money, so good on them. They became something of these Robin Hood type folk criminals, though if you research the case, they’re just dirty psychopaths and criminal scums as you might expect.

And though I wanted to love the romantic story myself because I’m kind of an asshole who hates all authority figures, when I read about it, I thought again. A man defending the money stash on the train was not killed, but he was very badly hurt. Maybe for a long time. Well, screw that. I’m not going to cheer on the Great Train Robbery anymore, thank you very much.

Also I read up on Biggs’ life down in Brazil, and of course, being a psychopath, he lived the typical life of a total psychopath down there in Brazil. Duh. And keep in mind this is Brazil, where psychopathy is virtually normal. He acted real bad down there, got into constant trouble, and was basically a huge dick. Which logically follows of course from him being a psychopath. Because, you know, psychopaths gotta psycho. It’s what they do.

Well, the Sex Pistols, after the first album, decided, just to be total assholes, which we already knew they were anyway, to go down to Brazil and record a song with Ronald Biggs. Biggs recorded a song with them called “No One Is Innocent.” Which is the fitting coda to this silly blog post in which I point out that none of us are dindus, even though we all think we are:

Fuck it, man! No one is innocent! We’re all guilty, dammit!

Which is awful damn Christian, now that you think about it, no?

God save the sex pistols they’re a bunch of wholesome blokes
They just like wearing filthy clothes and swapping filthy jokes
God save television keep the programs pure
God save William Grundy from falling in manure

Ronnie Biggs was doing time until he done a bunk
Now he says he’s seen the light and he sold his soul to punk

God save Martin Boorman and Nazis on the run
They wasn’t being wicked God that was their idea of fun
God save Myra Hindley God save Ian Brady
Even though he’s horrible and she ain’t what you call a lady

Ronnie Biggs was doing time until he done a bunk
Now he says he’s seen the light and he sold his soul to punk
Ronnie Biggs was doing time until he done a bunk
Now he says he’s seen the light and he sold his soul to punk

God save politicians God save our friends the pigs
God save Idi Amin and god save Ronald Biggs
God save all us sinners God save your blackest sheep
God save the good Samaritan and God save the worthless creep

Ronnie Biggs was doing time until he done a bunk
Now he says he’s seen the light and he sold his soul to punk
Ronnie Biggs was doing time until he done a bunk
Now he says he’s seen the light and he sold his soul to punk
Sold his soul Sold his soul Sold his soul to punk

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Pretenders, “Stop Your Sobbing”

The very early punk rock or new wave album came out in 1979. This was their debut album. The singer is named Chrissie Hyde. Her singing is absolutely glorious and all of the songs on this album are great. This album stayed on my turntable for a long time. That was a great time for music. So much great music produced then, nothing like nowadays.

This music came out 40 years ago!

It is time for you to stop all of your sobbing
Yes, it’s time for you to stop all of your sobbing oh oh oh

There’s one thing you gotta do
To make me still want you
Gotta stop sobbing now
Yeah yeah stop it stop it

It is time for you to laugh instead of crying
Yes it’s time for you to laugh, so keep on trying oh oh oh

There’s one thing you gotta do
To make me still want you
Gotta stop sobbing now
Yeah yeah stop it stop it

Each little tear that falls from your eyes
Makes, makes me want
To take you in my arms and tell you
To stop all your sobbing

There’s one thing you gotta do
To make me still want you
And there’s one thing you gotta know
To make me want you so
Gotta stop sobbing now
Yeah yeah stop it stop it

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The Jim Carroll Band, “People Who Died”

The Jim Carroll Band, Catholic Boy, 1980

Teddy sniffing glue he was 12 years old
Fell from the roof on East Two-nine
Cathy was 11 when she pulled the plug
On 26 reds and a bottle of wine
Bobby got leukemia, 14 years old
He looked like 65 when he died
He was a friend of mine
Those are people who died, died
Those are people who died, died
Those are people who died, died
Those are people who died, died
They were all my friends, and they died
Jimmy and Georgie let their gimmicks go rotten
So they died of hepatitis in Upper Manhattan
Sly in Vietnam took a bullet in the head
Bobby OD’d on Drano on the night that he was wed
They were two more friends of mine
Those are people who died, died
Those are people who died, died
Those are people who died, died
Those are people who died, died
They were all my friends, and they died
Mary took a dry dive from a hotel room
Bobby hung himself from a cell in The Tombs
Judy jumped in front of a subway train
Eddie got slit in the jugular vein
And Eddie, I miss you more than all the others
And I salute you brother
Those are people who died, died
Those are people who died, died
Those are people who died, died
Those are people who died, died
They were all my friends, and they died
Herbie pushed Tony from the Boys’ Club roof
Tony thought that his rage was just some goof
But Herbie sure gave Tony some bitchin’ proof
“Hey,” Herbie said, “Tony, can you fly?”
But Tony couldn’t fly – Tony died
Those are people who died, died
Those are people who died, died
Those are people who died, died
Those are people who died, died
They were all my friends, and they died
Brian got busted on a narco rap
He beat the rap by rattin’ on some bikers
He said, “Hey, I know it’s dangerous
But it sure beats Riker’s”
But the next day he got offed
By the very same bikers
Those are people who died, died
Those are people who died, died
Those are people who died, died
Those are people who died, died
They were all my friends, and they died
Teddy sniffing glue he was 12 years old
Fell from the roof on East Two-nine
Cathy was 11 when she pulled the plug
On 26 reds and a bottle of wine
Bobby got leukemia, 14 years old
He looked like 65 when he died
He was a friend of mine
Those are people who died, died
Those are people who died, died
Those are people who died, died
Those are people who died, died
They were all my friends, and they died
Jimmy and Georgie let their gimmicks go rotten
So they died of hepatitis in Upper Manhattan
Sly in Vietnam took a bullet in the head
Bobby OD’d on Drano on the night that he was wed
They were two more friends of mine
Those are people who died, died
Those are people who died, died
Those are people who died, died
Those are people who died, died
They were all my friends, and they died
Mary took a dry dive from a hotel room
Bobby hung himself from a cell in the tombs
Judy jumped in front of a subway train
Eddie got slit in the jugular vein
And Eddie, I miss you more than all the others
This song is for you my brother
Those are people who died, died
Those are people who died, died
Those are people who died, died
Those are people who died, died
They were all my friends, and they died
Those are people who died, died
Those are people who died, died
Those are people who died, died
Those are people who died, died
They were all my friends, and they died

A very interesting figure from the very early punk rock days in New York. Although he was heterosexual, he worked as a rent boy on the streets of New York to get money for his heroin habit. Lots of young straight junkies do this in New York. Johnny Ramone did it. You would be amazed at how many straight men will have sex with men for money, especially if they are drug addicts. It would boggle your mind.

He hung out with Patti Smith, Richard Hell, the Ramones, Johnny Thunders, William Burroughs, and all the rest of the New York punk maniac crowd back then. I remember William Burroughs came to give a reading in LA in 1980, and though I wasn’t there, the place was full of the craziest LA punkers – all the local maniacs were there.

Burroughs was a punk icon as he was a Beat icon and even a bit of a hippie icon. In the hippie era, there long-haired young man backpacking through Europe with a copy of Nova Express became something of an archetype. Face it: Burroughs is a hipster – the ultimate hipster.

All the people in this song died young. They were all shooting stars – after all, every shooting star burns out after a brief flash of glory. A lot of these types have an air of doom about them from early on. They seem headed in only one un-veering final direction with no way to stop them. Get out of the way before they take you with them.

It’s a great song though from back in the day. This is one more example of how great early punk rock was!

Amazing how many people this young man knew who died. Sort of reminds me of Lou Reed’s Walk on the Wild Side too with the list of wild characters and crazy behavior – the crowd that loves to bet it all, to throw it all down and tiptoe on the tight wire of life for no particular reason, or just for the Hell of it.

Jim Carroll RIP.

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Plastic Bertrand, “Ca Plane Pour Moi”

Roger François Jouret or Plastic Bertrand, Ca Plane Pour Moi. 1978. The song had actually been originally sung by the man who wrote it, Lou Deprijck, who recorded it with sound engineer Phil Delire for RKM/Vogue at Studio Morgan in Brussels. The song was a worldwide smash it, but Plastic Bertrand only got .5% of the royalties. Rock artists get screwed like this all the time.

Probably it doesn’t matter that the lyrics are in French.

French lyrics here:

Wam! Bam!
Mon chat, splatch
Gît sur mon lit
A bouffé sa langue
En buvant dans mon whisky
Quant à moi
Peu dormi, vidé, brimé
J’ai dû dormir dans la gouttière
Où j’ai eu un flash

Hou! Hou! Hou! Hou!
En quatre couleurs
Allez hop!
Un matin
Une louloute est v’nue chez-moi
Poupée de Cellophane
Cheveux Chinois
Un sparadrap
Une gueule de bois
A bu ma bière

Dans un grand verre
En caoutchouc

Hou! Hou! Hou! Hou!
Comme un indien dans son igloo

Ça plane pour moi!
Ça plane pour moi!
Ça plane pour moi moi moi moi moi!
Ça plane pour moi!

Hou! Hou! Hou! Hou!
Ça plane pour moi!

Allez hop! La nana
Quel panard!
Quelle vibration!
De s’envoyer
Sur le paillasson
Limée, ruinée, vidée, comblée

“You are the king of the divan!”
Qu’elle me dit en passant

Hou! Hou! Hou! Hou!
I am the king of the divan

Ça plane pour moi!

Allez hop t’occupes t’inquiètes
Touche pas ma planète
It’s not today que le ciel me tombera
Sur la tête
Et que l’alcool me manquera

Hou! Hou! Hou! Hou!
Ça plane pour moi!

Allez hop ma nana s’est tirée, s’est barrée
Enfin c’est marre, a tout cassé
l’évier, le bar me laissant seul
Comme un grand connard

Hou! Hou! Hou! Hou!
Le pied dans le plat

Ça plane pour moi!

But don’t worry if you can’t understand French. Because they don’t make any sense even translated to English!

Here’s the English translation:

Wam! Bam!
My cat Splatch
Lies on my bed
Has eaten his tongue
Drinking my whiskey
As for me
Few slept, emptied, bullied
I had to sleep in the gutter
Where I had a flash

Hou! Hou! Hou! Hou!

In four colors
Come on, hop!
One morning
A louloute is coming home
Cellophane doll
Chinese hair
A plaster
A hangover
Drank my beer
In a big glass
Made of rubber

Hou! Hou! Hou! Hou!
Like an Eskimo in his igloo!

That plane for me!
That plane for me!
That plane for me!
It’s ok for me me me me me!
That plane for Me!

Hou! Hou! Hou! Hou!
That plane for me!

Come on hop!
The chick
What a panard!
What a vibration!
To send each other
On the doormat
Limed, ruined, emptied, filled
“You are the king of the couch!”
That she tells me by the way

Hou! Hou! Hou! Hou!
I am the king of the couch
That plane for me!

Come on, worry about worrying
Do not touch my planet
It’s not today
That the sky will fall on me
On the head
And that I will miss the alcohol

That plane for me!

Come on, my girl
Pulled herself out
Ran away
Finally it’s tired
Broke everything
The sink, the bar
Leaving me alone
Like a big asshole

Hou! Hou! Hou! Hou!
Foot in the dish!
That plane for me!

The lyrics are all in French, but it’s great anyway. This came out right when punk rock was starting and this song was always popular with punkers. Bertrand started his first band, Hubble Bubble, as a punk rock band in 1974. Did punk rock even exist in 1974? Maybe The Dolls? The Dolls were proto-punk at the very least. But it officially started with the Sex Pistols in 1976.

Actually, Punkers had great taste in music. They liked a lot of music that was not necessarily punk at all.

And some of you wonder why I’m a rocker and I say I’m going to rock til I drop. I’ll be rocking into my 80’s if I make it that far. Rock music isn’t for the young. The young at heart? Maybe so. It’s for everyone of all ages!

Listen to the beat on this track. I guess I am mystified at how anyone could not be a rocker, much less out and out hate rock music. My Mom’s generation thinks it is simply loud and obnoxious, but I played a pop music song for her on the radio the other day and I can’t believe she actually liked it.

Assuming you have to problem with noisy music, how can any human being not love this kind of music?

I know Black people don’t particularly like rock and that’s ok. But how can Black people not dig a rockin’ beat like this? Color me mystified.

Rock music is great because it actually infiltrates your body and gets it moving in some pretty wild and often sexual ways.

I remember I had this young woman friend over at my house. She had a male friend with her. We both recently graduated from university. She came over to buy some LSD for herself and her roommate because I was dealing acid at the time. Haha.

She was a rather tense and uptight young woman, and I am not sure if she had had a lot of sexual experience. Anyway ,she had her male roommate here with her. I put on a Germs track, “Lion’s Share” off the soundtrack to the movie, Cruising. By the way, great movie!

The beat started pounding out, and at first she looked shocked and stunned like she had gotten an electric shock. Then I saw a wave of energy pulse through her body, jolting it around like she was having a tiny epileptic seizure. That’s rock and roll! It literally grabs your damned body, goes right inside of it and starts jolting your body energy this way and that! It’s almost like a recreational drug in that sense. You experience rock music at a purely physical level./strong>

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45 Grave, “Evil”

Perfect song for Halloween.

Think it came out in 1982. Early LA punk rock. This is Horror Punk, Deathrock, and Gothic Rock. These folks fashioned themselves as some sort of devil worshipping maniacs. Lead singer was a woman named Dinah Cancer. Paul Cutler was the main guy in the band. I saw them twice, once in Long Beach and a year later in LA.

I went to see this gothic rock band and 45 Grave was up first. I was dating the female lead singer, and she’s slightly famous. I was also dating her best friend at the same time.

I had met them both at the same time at a rock show at the Rainbow. They both had their hands all over me as soon as they met me, total strangers. They seemed drunk. The lead singer said, “You smell like popcorn.” She had this insane look on her face. She often had an insane look on her face. That was one of my favorite things about her.

Anyway I met Paul Cutler after the show backstage. He was extremely friendly and immediately took a strong liking to me. Maybe he thought I was smart. This guy had been living in the city way too long. He was going on about some dream he had of a city of the future with trams and high speed trains going at three or four different levels all at once. The whole city was mechanized and lit up. Blade Runner style. He’d probably never been on a hike in his life.

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Iggy Pop, “Pumpin’ for Jill”

When I’m asleep, you touch my feet
You let me know that I am no creep
Because I love you, you are for real
I’m gonna stay here – pumping for Jill

In the gas station where I work
Everyone treats me just like a jerk
Nobody offers me a tip
I’m gonna stay here – pumping Jill’s hips…

I met you out at the Mardi Gras
On a French Quarter sidewalk
When you kissed me, it was strong
I wonder if you’ll hear this song
La da da da da da, da da da da.

I love this song. It’s a ballad for losers.

The hero is a loser us who’s pumping gas at a gas station.

Everyone treats him like garbage, like a loser, a creep, a nothing, a zero. No one even offers him a tip. He’s so low he doesn’t even deserve their nickels.

But he has one thing those squares will probably never get – a hot babe named Jill. That’s only reason he works at all – for his chick. Sure, he’s a loser. Sure, he hasn’t a dime. Sure, everyone sneers at him. Why not? He hasn’t any money, and that’s all the worth of a man in these benighted states.

But when he goes home, he can still do one thing. He can pump Jill’s hip. He can fuck her into the night, just a bit harder each time he for every snub he got that day. As he bangs away into the dark, he knows that fucking a hot woman his haters will never have.

Who’s the loser now?

They met at the Mardi Gras. Beads and song in the air. Girls lifting up their tops. Entire streets are wasted and reeling with song and cheer. Babes howling on the balconies. Here he met Jill, in a whirl and flash. It was all a drunken She swooped towards him and landed a kiss on his sad face. A kiss full of power, the power of adoration.

Who’s the loser now?

Iggy Pop is one of my all-time favorite artists. This is off of Party, issued in 1981. I saw him at the Palladium in Hollywood in fall of that year. It was too much! Not much was happening on the stage. A band came out and set up their equipment. We were all wondering what was going to happen.

In one fluid movement, this maniac comes running full speed onto the stage, mike in hand, singing. The band in back starts in. He’s dressed in a Spiderman outfit, of all things! Who is it? Spiderman? WTH? I’m confused. I ask my friend, “Who is that? It’s him, right? It’s Iggy! He’s Spiderman!” My friend nods gravely. “Yep, it’s him, all right.”

It was a great show all the way. Lots of really hot young punker babes Iggy Pop chicks. Iggy Pop fans don’t care. They DGAF. They never did. Not from the very start with the Stooges, “Raw Power”,”Searching to Destroy”, “1969”, and especially “No Fun.”

An Iggy Pop chick yelling #metoo? That’s laughable. They’re punkers, not overgrown children. She might knee you in the balls if you get too rude, but she won’t wail like a baby and run to Mommy Cop like these women-children do nowadays.

Besides, Iggy Pop fans love to fuck, both sexes. And they hate authority. They hate cops. They’re basically anarchists. They’re the exact opposite of these prudish, priggish SJW’s who think you need to sign a contract in order to look at a woman or else they haul you off to jail.

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Suzi Quatro,"Suzi Quatro"

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k57HRh8Aico
Suzi Quatro! From 1973! Oh Hell yeah!
Suzi Quatro was one of the first female lead singers and guitarists of a real rock and roll band. She was the queen of leather rock! She also plays a mean bass guitar. I can’t help thinking this is actually punk rock. But it’s only 1973. This is really pre-punk like the New York Dolls. It’s all coming from the same place. Let’s face it, glam was pre-punk, and Suzi Quatro is glam rock!
Similar acts from around the same time are Sweet and Slade. Sweet is downgraded nowadays but I really liked them back in the day. Slade is also very underrated. Sort of a glam AC/DC.
None of these songs mean much of anything. They’re just silly, dumb songs to rock and roll too. But rock and roll was never intellectual.
Real rock and roll (not prog, folk, country or metal) is sensual and experiential. It’s the music of the pure ID.
Music to fuck to. Fucking music.
There’s a reason for that beat. It’s the beat of sexual intercourse. BAM BAM BAM BAM. The early haters of rock and roll figured this out quickly,and that was one of the main reasons why rock was hated so much all the way back to Elvis Presley.
Back in the 1970’s all the mafia produced porn back then had hard rock soundtracks going on through all the fucking and sucking. There’s a reason for that.
It’s because it’s fucking music, music to fuck by.
Or in the case of punk rock, music for people who like to fuck and fight!

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999, “Homicide”

I believe that this song came out in 1980. It was a big hit at the time. I must say that is a catchy tune they have there. It really sticks in your head something good. This was another of the very early great punk rock songs.

 

[youtube=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TMlpqOsc2BU]

I believe in homicide.
I rest my case!
Don’t cast aside!

You’d better believe it!
That’s the truth of it!
Take it or leave it.
Resign to it!

Homicide.
Homicide.
Homicide.
Homicide!

No one cares!
When someone lies!
They’d rather say!
It’s irrelevant!

You’d better believe it!
That’s the truth of it!
Take it or leave it.
Resign to it!

Homicide!
Homicide!
Homicide!
Homicide!
homicide!
Homicide!
Homicide!
Homicide!

You try to tell me it’s his fault because he’s down.
And letting loose this homicide all over town!
What’s your number? I’ll take it down.
What’s your address? I’ll write it down.
I’ll be in touch. So don’t leave town!
In a big!
Black!
Car!

Homicide.
Homicide.
Homicide.

I believe in homicide.
I rest my case!
Don’t cast aside!

You’d better believe it!
That’s the truth of it!
Take it or leave it.
Resign to it.

Homicide.
Homicide.
Homicide.
Homicide!
Homicide!
Homicide!
Homicide!
Homicide!
Homicide!
Homicide.
Homicide!
Homicide!
Homi, homi, homi, homi, homi, homi, homi, homi
Homi, homi, homi, homi, homi, homi, homi, homi
Homicide!

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The Damned, “Smash It Up”

God I love this music! This is one of the greatest punk rock songs ever written. I wonder why it is so underrated?

[youtube=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ux1Za8Wmz_s]

We’ve been crying now for much too long.
And now we’re gonna dance to a different song.
I’m gonna scream and shout til my dying breath.
I’m gonna smash it up til there’s nothing left.

Oooh ooh smash it up!
Smash it up, smash it up!
Oooh ooh smash it up!
Smash it up, smash it up!

People call me villain oh its such a shame.
Maybe its my clothes must be to blame.
I don’t even care if I look a mess.
Don’t wanna be a sucker like all the rest.

Oooh ooh smash it up!
Smash it up, smash it up!
Oooh ooh smash it up
Smash it up, smash it up!

Smash it up!
Smash it up!
Smash it up!
Smash it up!
Smash it up!

Smash it up!
You can keep your Krishna burgers.
Smash it up!
And your Glastonbury hippies.
Smash it up!
You can stick your frothy lager.
Smash it up!
And your blow wave hairstyles.

And everybody’s smashing things down.
I said everybody’s smashing things down yeah.

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The Damned, “New Rose”

God I love The Damned. From 1976! The year the Sex Pistols appeared on the scene. The Damned was one of the first British punk rock group, forming around the same time as the Pistols and other early groups. They also liked to smash up their instruments on the stage. The Who of course started that sort of thing.

[youtube=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rTfyUqVqX-0]

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Weirdos, “Neutron Bomb”

LA punk rock from 1978 first wave! It seems almost impossible to believe that this music was made fully 35 years ago. Incredible.

As you can see, punkers were not patriotards or Republicans, at least in the first wave, though it started getting that way later with some of the Orange County bands. The early LA punks were all very leftwing. In fact, there were gay musicians and even gay bands, and no one cared one bit. Most of the first wavers thought the scene got ruined with all the rightwing conservatives and Nazis from Orange County dragging in all their bull sexism and homophobia.

[youtube=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p–ofeHvUts]

We got the neutron bomb!
We got the neutron bomb!
We got the neutron.
Gonna drop it all over the place.
Yer gonna get it on yer face.
Foreign aid from the land of the free.
But don’t blame me!
We got the neutron bomb!
We got the neutron bomb!
We got the neutron
You don’t understand, you don’t know what you mean.
We don’t want you, we want your machines.
United Nations and NATO won’t do.
It’s just the red, white and blue.
We got the neutron bomb!
We got the neutron bomb!
We got the neutron, that’s the way it’s gotta be.
Survival of the fittest, is the way it’s gonna be.
We don’t want it, we don’t want it!
Don’t blame me!
We don’t want it, we don’t want it!
Don’t blame me!

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Pussy Riot Are Traitors

I had always heard that they were more or less US agents, but now I know this for sure.

The Kremlin is facing intensifying international condemnation over its stance. Two members of the Russian punk band Pussy Riot told an audience in the Australian capital Sydney on Saturday that Russia should be excluded from G20 talks scheduled for November, AFP reported.

What a bunch of traitors. Not that they should support the government – it is always permissible to oppose any government of any state on principle – but these people are traitors to the Homeland. I don’t take too kindly to that.
My attitude is sort of a nationalist one – Other than the Homeland, what else is there?
That’s the way I see it.

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Brian Hyland, "Sealed with a Kiss"


I always loved this song, but I never knew the name of it, who the artist was or when it was published. Well, now I just found out.
Brian Hyland released this all-time great in 1962! Early days of rock!
I cannot help but think the Sex Pistols were referencing this song in the New York Dolls send-up, New York:

Sealed with a kissssssssssss!
Sealed with a kissssssssssss!
Sealed with a kissssssssssss!
Oh! Kiss this!
Sex Pistols, New York (1977)

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Jim Carroll Band, People Who Died


This song is so good! Great punk rock from around 1980. The album is called Catholic Boy and it is highly recommended.
And even though the song is about the dead, it’s even better live:

If anyone was around LA about this time, perhaps you remember Rodney Bingenheimer and K-ROQ. I actually like Rodney, though a lot of people hate him. I saw him once at the Whiskey a Go Go (one of my favorite hangouts) in West Hollywood on the Sunset Strip once. He came in very late to the show, maybe 1 AM, with a few people in tow.
He’s not gay like some say, he just has a glam era Bowie voice and he’s somewhat androgynous like many notorious players. It was long rumored that he not only liked girls, but he liked em young, as in underage teenage girls, 14-17 or thereabouts. I don’t think he ever got caught and back then, so many adult men were doing such things, you would not even believe it. It was illegal, but it wasn’t enforced very much.
About the song: no one here is getting out alive. We’re all just buying time.

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The Nails – 88 Lines About 44 Women


God I love this song!
This is actually a Jim Carroll song. Jim Carroll was one of the early New York punks. As you can see, he liked females just fine.
On the other hand though, he was somewhat bisexual, but I think that was just for money. Like many young men in New York who become addicted to heroin, he sold his body to men as a male prostitute for heroin money. You would be surprised at how many otherwise straight New York rock stars did such things back in those days (Dee Dee Ramone, anyone?).
I believe he eventually kicked. He was in with Patti Smith, Blondie, William Burroughs, the Ramones and the rest of those New York punk scene degenerates around the late 70’s and early 80’s in New York City. It was probably a great time to be alive in New York!

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Lenka "Trouble Is a Friend"


More from this Lenka woman. Her music is called “Alternative Pop.” It is also called Indie Pop. Power pop, punk and post-punk were all influences.  It originated in the UK, especially Scotland, in the mid 1980’s. The grandfather of all of this sort of music was a band called The Smiths. We can go back even before that to the Buzzcocks and the Ramones. Let’s face it, there is a lot of power pop in those punk rock groups.
Next came the Jesus and Mary Chain, a band I am very fond of. They combined influences from the Velvet Underground, the Beach Boys and Phil Spector’s “wall of sound.” New Order, which grew out of Joy Division, was another influence. New Order seems to be influencing a lot of modern music genres.
I think I am starting to like this type of music!
This is more “chick music.” Look at the lyrics. Sounds like she is describing a typical female Borderline Personality Disorder type:
“Trouble Is A Friend”
Trouble – it will find you
No matter where you go
Oh, oh
No matter if you’re fast
No matter if you’re slow
Oh, oh
The eye of the storm
Or the cry in the morn
Oh, oh
You’re fine for a while
But you start to lose control
He’s there in the dark
He’s there in my heart
He waits in the wings
He’s gotta play a part
Trouble is a friend
Yeah
Trouble is a friend of mine
Ahh
Trouble is a friend
But trouble is a foe
Oh, oh
And no matter what I feed him
He always seems to grow
Oh, oh
He sees what I see
And he knows what I know
Oh, oh
So don’t forget
As you ease on down my road
He’s there in the dark
He’s there in my heart
He waits in the wings
He’s gotta play a part
Trouble is a friend
Yeah
Trouble is a friend of mine
Oh, oh
So don’t be alarmed
If he takes you by the arm
I won’t let him win
But I’m a sucker for his charm
Trouble is a friend
Yeah
Trouble is a friend of mine
Ahh
How I hate the way he makes me feel
And how I try to make him leave
I try
Oh, oh, I try
But he’s there in the dark
He’s there in my heart
He waits in the wings
He’s gotta play a part
Trouble is a friend
Yeah
Trouble is a friend of mine
Oh, oh
So don’t be alarmed
If he takes you by the arm
I won’t let him win
But I’m a sucker for his charm
Trouble is a friend
Yeah
Trouble is a friend of mine
Ahh
Ooh
Ahh
Ooh

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