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Anyone who ever aimlessly channel surfed late-night cable TV back in the mid 80’s with only the remote and the shadows on the wall for company and landed on the USA Network may have been sucked into the swirling vortex of this early line item from the curriculum vitae of Nicholas Cage who, in his first major screen role, chews up scenery as the heavy-lidded Randy, a scruffy, punky, new-wave mook from Hollywood smitten with the Val charms of Julie (the truly dazzling Deborah Foreman). Don’t let the title throw you; while “Valley Girl” doesn’t exactly explore the sparkling, silent heart of the cosmos, it’s not a bad way to spend 90 minutes. A sixer and a big bag of Corn Nuts certainly helps.

And the soundtrack is a killer, anchored by some great Plimsouls songs. But it all pales next to this one from all-American, gum-cracking sex kitten Josie Cotton who cuts right to the chase with the swiftest girl-group-on-surfboards kick in the ass a party could ask for. Had it not been for the Go-Go’s stealing her thunder, she may have been large and in charge.
Never would have pegged you for a Jesus & Mary Chain fan, Clark. That's a pleasant surprise, I must say.
Gus wrote: "Never would have pegged you for a Jesus & Mary Chain fan, Clark. That's a pleasant surprise, I must say."
Are you kidding me? Love those guys. Saw 'em play at this joint called Traxx in one of Detroit's worst neighborhoods - the same place outside of which I got mugged after a Mink Deville shows several years previous - in support of "Psychocandy." They played the entire 30-minute set with their backs to the audience.
Let's just say it's a good thing Traxx didn't serve drinks or beer in glass containers.
Are you kidding me? Love those guys. Saw 'em play at this joint called Traxx in one of Detroit's worst neighborhoods - the same place outside of which I got mugged after a Mink Deville shows several years previous - in support of "Psychocandy." They played the entire 30-minute set with their backs to the audience.
Let's just say it's a good thing Traxx didn't serve drinks or beer in glass containers.

I'm not a huge jazz guy, because huge jazz guys tend to bug the fuck out of me with all their fancy and annoying jazz talk, but I do like Charles Mingus, and I'm listening to Ah Um right now in my office.


20s and 30s 'hot jazz jungle exotica' and what the label says. blue flamingo collects 78 rpm and releases it for the public.
It is kinda comforting that they're still around, in a twisted sense
may I inquire what you think of the "I Hear Black" Album King D.
may I inquire what you think of the "I Hear Black" Album King D.
King Dinösaur wrote: "DD, I kinda like "I Hear Black". It's not as thrashy but it's pretty heavy. Bobby "Blitz" has some amazing pipes."
I never liked Bobby's organ( that phrase is unsettling..)
It's just that some folks say it's their worst album. But it's my personal favorite. The Thrash is right there in songs like "World of Hurt" or "Just like You"
but they actually attained some sexyness by bringing the Blues back into Metal as in "Ignorance & Innocence" am I a guilty man, yes I am
anyway, great Album Mate
I never liked Bobby's organ( that phrase is unsettling..)
It's just that some folks say it's their worst album. But it's my personal favorite. The Thrash is right there in songs like "World of Hurt" or "Just like You"
but they actually attained some sexyness by bringing the Blues back into Metal as in "Ignorance & Innocence" am I a guilty man, yes I am
anyway, great Album Mate


30s oriental flavoured jazz/30s and 40s spanish and french caribbean/50s mambo & rhumba flavoured rhythm & blues

Within hours of moving into Campbell Hall at Michigan State back in the fall of 1979, it became painfully obvious that me and the two corn-fed, Pabst Blue Ribbon-fortified freshmen farm boys across the hall were going to have to come to some sort of understanding, peace treaty, or truce regarding the handful of balls-out metal cassettes about dragons, destruction, dark lords, and ring wraiths they were blaring on continuous loop.
It wasn’t the volume that bothered me nor the music itself. It was all harmless battle-fatigued doomsday riffs with supermacho vocal lines about penile prowess pasted on top and extended solo pyrotechnics from a bunch of long-haired guys from England, overstuffed with money and fame, who had ruled the airwaves and manhandled Midwestern arenas for most of the 70’s, a syncopated metal grate that cut through the pot smoke and blasted across my high-school parking lot every morning before classes began. What’s so bad about being dumb?
Nothing. It’s just that listening to the same half-dozen albums (I can still remember them like it was yesterday - “Led Zeppelin IV,” “Paranoid,” “Demons and Wizards,” “Lights Out,” “Hair of the Dog,” and “Ritchie Blackmore’s Rainbow”) over and over had limited entertainment value even for someone as squashed on Colombian ditch weed as yours truly.
So I invited these kids over one Friday night with the intent of warping their minds and expanding their horizons by exposing them to some Canadian suds and punked-up Anglo pop, in particular this snappy entry in the commercial punk rock sweepstakes from the Boomtown Rats, a band I found it impossible to sit still to. My hopes for some sort of monumental shift in their musical Zeitgeist simply by forcing my tastes down their throats were quickly dashed when, upon perusing the inner sleeve photos of a pajama-clad Johnnie Fingers and a pink-trousered Bob Geldof, one of them asked, “This is some of that new wave shit, isn’t it?”
To be honest, I’m still not sure but “A Tonic for the Troops” is packed with the requisite daily allotment of pocket-rocket pop songs and a healthy shot of good old-fashioned rock-and-roll moxie and that’s always been MORE than enough for me.
But it all gets swept away in the adrenaline backwash of “She’s So Modern,” which trumps anything else they ever came up with, even “I Don’t Like Mondays.” Play that fast thing one more time, but only if you mean it.
Ironically for the rivetheads across the hall, it all came courtesy of one Arrjay “Mutt” Lange, who would later go on to twiddle the knobs for Def Leppard, AC/DC, and Foreigner, all groups they would eventually genuflect to in a “Wayne’s World” we’re-not-worthy salute.

I blame Bob Geldof's later activities for everyone forgetting about the Rats.

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RandomAnthony wrote: "Thanks for the Voivod info, KD!
I blame Bob Geldof's later activities for everyone forgetting about the Rats."
Sir Bob. Feh...
I blame Bob Geldof's later activities for everyone forgetting about the Rats."
Sir Bob. Feh...




I can really relate to "A Mistake" and I love "Criminal."
RandomAnthony wrote: "I listened to the Pet Shop Boys all the way down to work this afternoon. Because sometimes synth disco Elvis covers make me very, very happy."
Believe it or not, I enjoy me the occasional bit of synth pop, in particular Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark ("Enola Gay" and "Joan of Arc" are top gear) and Nash the Slash.
And how about some props for those uber-nerd, synth-pop pioneers Kraftwerk?
Believe it or not, I enjoy me the occasional bit of synth pop, in particular Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark ("Enola Gay" and "Joan of Arc" are top gear) and Nash the Slash.
And how about some props for those uber-nerd, synth-pop pioneers Kraftwerk?
I have built shrines in honor of Kraftwerk. To me, they've been one of the most influential acts of the past 50+ years.

the unicorns - unicorns are people too

the unicorns - the unicorns: 2014

the unicorns - who will cut our hair when we're gone
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my next five are rather tame by comparison:
Sly & the Family Stone 'Fresh'
In Time
If You Want Me to Stay
Let Me Have it All
Frisky
Thankful N' Thoughful
Sly & the Family Stone 'Fresh'
In Time
If You Want Me to Stay
Let Me Have it All
Frisky
Thankful N' Thoughful

Unapologetically-deranged pop music with an inspirational message of “onward and downward,” more hooks than a meat locker, and a crunchy sugar coating thick enough to amp up a busload of on-the-nod, casino-bound pensioners to the masses, positioning the Bazooka Jones brand in the mind of John Q. Public right alongside Wal-Mart and “American Idol” and killer gas prices and gastric bypass surgery and midriff-baring-navel-pierced mall rats and Xanax and “Grand Theft Auto” and Snuggies and Romilar and Iggy dancing like a spastic chimp on “The Dinah Shore Show” and the BTK killer and the “National Enquirer” and aorta-thrumming energy drinks.

The constant search and craving for that stop-dead-in-my-tracks feeling that set my world on fire as a kid is so often a fruitless one that when I do find it, I’m often prone to fauning, gushing, overstatement. So look out below: “Cool Ways” is a chugging, ooey-gooey-rich-and-chewy kick in the pants, a near-perfect shake-up of guitar pop, punk swagger, and greasy swing. It makes my head spin, my liver quiver, my bladder splatter, and my heart reel. Admit it – it sounds better than sitting by your computer waiting for Radiohead to deem you worthy enough to download “In Rainbows,” doesn’t it?
Some of us like to sit by our computer and wait for Radiohead to deem us worthy enough to download "In Rainbows."
In fact, it was the opposite - Radiohead threw their album out there on the Internet and said, "pay what you want. If you want to pay $1, fine."
Your snarkiness is duly note, sir.
In fact, it was the opposite - Radiohead threw their album out there on the Internet and said, "pay what you want. If you want to pay $1, fine."
Your snarkiness is duly note, sir.
Gus wrote: "Some of us like to sit by our computer and wait for Radiohead to deem us worthy enough to download "In Rainbows."
In fact, it was the opposite - Radiohead threw their album out there on the Intern..."
Ahhh, who am I to talk? I once waited overnight outside the Motor City Roller Rink for Clash tickets.
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In fact, it was the opposite - Radiohead threw their album out there on the Intern..."
Ahhh, who am I to talk? I once waited overnight outside the Motor City Roller Rink for Clash tickets.
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That's devotion, my man.
Waited 18 hours for Springsteen tickets, during the Tunnel of Love tour.
Is that marquee for real? Talk about a triple thrill!
Waited 18 hours for Springsteen tickets, during the Tunnel of Love tour.
Is that marquee for real? Talk about a triple thrill!
Gus wrote: "That's devotion, my man.
Waited 18 hours for Springsteen tickets, during the Tunnel of Love tour.
Is that marquee for real? Talk about a triple thrill!"
Yep, it's for real. From the Clark archives. I caught the Ramones show but not Iggy. I was driving back and forth from East Lansing several times a month, which may explain why my GPA wasn't as shiny as it could've been.
Waited 18 hours for Springsteen tickets, during the Tunnel of Love tour.
Is that marquee for real? Talk about a triple thrill!"
Yep, it's for real. From the Clark archives. I caught the Ramones show but not Iggy. I was driving back and forth from East Lansing several times a month, which may explain why my GPA wasn't as shiny as it could've been.
New Burzum album "Belus" is coming out March 8th

I already "borrowed" it and it's absolutely fascinating stuff. Best Black Metal album in years!

I already "borrowed" it and it's absolutely fascinating stuff. Best Black Metal album in years!

Ball crackin' trouble comes to your town via radio broadcast, circa 1971. Ham-fisted suburban anti-hippies scare the white off Brian Jones' bones and slather the Fillmore West's children with opening band snot. Missed notes, bad chords and other signs of the always looming apocalypse ride bare ass on swooshy cymbals and gunfire snare shots. Bruised versions of "Slow Death," "Teenage Head," and even "Can't Explain." Roy Loney is your host and personal Jesus.
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It used to be that getting into punk rock required endless hours at flea markets, record shops and junk stores, but when the reward was some sort of vinyl mania like this, you didn’t complain.
End-of-the-decade masterpiece of crudity and split-second invention from the first wave of L.A. punk in the early 80's. To the Rotters, human gorillas hellbent on demonstrating Darwinian evolution and rumored to be only the second generation of their respective families to walk upright, musical competence simply had a different meaning than most bands. They crafted something brash and irreverent using the most rudimentary of tools, an act of Cro-Magnon brilliance that rubbed fresh salt into feminist wounds and, when coupled with a B-side ("Amputee") that's nearly as great, is transformed into a certified double-sided world beater.
Hang on a sec: how in the hell do you get an album banned in LA, of all places? Isn't LA where the Mentors got their start? You mean there's something more vile than the Mentors???
Nah, the Rotters were in it for the yuks. It's more parody than anything else.
The Mentors? I'm not so sure what El Duce was in it for except to entertain offers from Courtney Love to whack Kurt Cobain.
The Mentors? I'm not so sure what El Duce was in it for except to entertain offers from Courtney Love to whack Kurt Cobain.

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Dixie shitkickers take the Stones' loose-hipped swagger and Dylan's oxygen-tent wheeze and twist them both up so tight you can hear every vertebrae crack. Once saw them in a small, clammy club on a double-bill with the Georgia Satellites.
Cue planet alignment and roll credits.
Jason and the Scorchers is a name I haven't heard since high school, and that more than 20 years ago.
Gus wrote: "Jason and the Scorchers is a name I haven't heard since high school, and that more than 20 years ago."
High school? Thanks for officially making me feel old, Gus.
Anyway, great band, no?
High school? Thanks for officially making me feel old, Gus.
Anyway, great band, no?
Yep. They were great. I think a lot of people expected great things out of them.
King Dinösaur wrote: "I can't listen to Burzum. No way can I get behind a convicted murderer and self-proclaimed White Power asshole like Varg Vikernes.
To each his own, though."
I find hist racist views just as repulsive
I appreciate him a lot as an artist, not so much as a person. Music is an emotional thing and he keeps ideological crap out of his music...
To each his own, though."
I find hist racist views just as repulsive
I appreciate him a lot as an artist, not so much as a person. Music is an emotional thing and he keeps ideological crap out of his music...
perfectly put. I do understand your sentiment. and I do respect it!
Polanski instantly springs to mind.
"his personal life and his (what I consider) reprehensible actions totally color his work in a negative way for me."
I am more interested in the constructive ways these people express themselves to others than anything else.
It's like with people in general ...
Polanski instantly springs to mind.
"his personal life and his (what I consider) reprehensible actions totally color his work in a negative way for me."
I am more interested in the constructive ways these people express themselves to others than anything else.
It's like with people in general ...
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