Devo – Hardcore Volume 1/Hardcore Volume 2

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Yes!  It’s about time these two records were available again!  When are they going to reissue Live: The Mongoloid Years?  Although the internet has made all three of these releases, not to mention the collection Recombo DNA, easy to procure, having the physical representation is so much more satisfying!  First of all this is the first time these records have been released on vinyl and Devo have also re-released them as a two CD set as well.  Secondly they slightly changed the names.  Both of these were released by Ryko Disc in 1990 and 1991 under the names Hardcore Devo Volume 1: 1974 – 1977 and Hardcore Devo Volume 2: ’74 – ’77 respectively.  Why they chose to condense the names, I don’t know.  Furthermore, if I’m not mistaken, the originals came with liner notes that are not included in these.  So that’s kind of a bummer.

In the years following their release, along with the aforementioned Live: The Mongoloid Years, getting a physical copy for less than a month’s rent was damn near impossible. Now, if you’re reading this, you probably don’t need the whole rundown on Devo.  These are the early basement demos from 1974 – 1977 and it’s fascinating to listen to this stuff in its own right because it makes you wonder how many other weirdos across the world with equally bizarre ideas about art and music were making their own basement recordings that are now sitting collecting dust and will never be heard by the public because their bands never busted out into the mainstream.  I mean, except for the Residents and Jandek of course!

But anyway, the two main early Devo lineups are represented on this pair of records; you’ve got the one with Mark Mothersbaugh on keyboards, Gerry Casale on bass and vocals, Bob Mothersbaugh on guitar and Jim Mothersbaugh on electronic drums and the more popular one with M. Mothersbaugh as lead singer, keyboardist and occasional guitarist, B. Mothersabaugh (a.k.a. Bob 1) on guitar, Bob Casale (a.k.a. Bob 2) on guitar and keyboard, Gerry Casale on bass and vocals and Alan Meyers on drums.

When they were initially released, Devo felt these recordings were too esoteric for mainstream consumption; and therein lies the rub because they wanted to be accepted on their artistic merits yet also “spread the gospel” to as many people as possible which, as you well know, resulted in some of Devo’s lousiest albums.  I’ll let others debate whether it was Freedom of Choice or New Traditionalists that was the last good Devo album.  We’re here to discuss some demos, dammit!  So quit stallin’, okay?  First of all, Hardcore Volume 1 sticks to the 15 track sequence of the original release while Volume 2 is a double LP that expands up on the original’s 21 tunes with four bonus tracks!

Any Devo fan worth his/her/its salt will notice that Vol. 1. includes five songs that would find their way onto official Devo releases; “Social Fools”, “Soo Bawlz”, “(I Can’t Get No) Satisfaction”, “Jocko Homo” and “Mongoloid” really don’t sound very different from their later released, studio counterparts barring that “Social Fools” and “Soo Bawlz” are played at a slightly slower clip thus “de-punking” them a bit.  Speaking of “punk rock”, why on god’s green earth did “Uglatto” not appear on any official releases?  That song is fan-friggin-tastic!  It’s just a two chord punk song in a weird time signature of which I didn’t take the time to count out but is not standard 4/4 yet still makes you want to bop all over the dang room like a wrap-around shade, skinny tied punk of yesteryear.

That leaves nine other songs of weird squiggly noises, 12-bar boogie riffs and other assorted, tinker toy oddities.  The immediate reference point will undoubtedly be the Residents but this stuff is still a bit more accessible than what the eye-ball boys were dishing out.  The songs are very catchy and weird, mind you.  Opener “Mechanical Man” begins with that part from In the Beginning Was the End: The Truth About De-Evolution, where the individual Devo letters flash like “D-E-V-O” as a synth goes “baow-baow-baow-wooo” for each letter before the actual song comes in and Gery Casale sings it with a hilarious computer voice effect.  “Golden Energy” sounds like sleazy bachelor pad music from some retro-futuristic 70s sci-fi movie with that awesome moog synth melody.  “Midget” is, um, funky.  It’s all good stuff if you don’t mind the borderline novelty, kiddie music feel and deliberate quirkiness of these songs.

Vol.2 is the better deal since it contains two LPs – 25 tracks total! – of the same kind of stuff.  There are more songs that were never released on any of the group’s albums and/or singles while four of the songs were not on the original release of Vol. 2.  The three songs that would be re-recorded for official releases are “Be Stiff”, “Working in a Coalmine” and “Clockout.”  Aside from “Be Stiff” and “Clockout” being a bit slower than their single and Duty Now for the Future versions, they went pretty much unchanged.

I’m listening to Vol.2 as I write this and noticed the wonderful opening verse to “Bamboo Bimbo.”

“He got his first whiff in the jungles of ‘nam
That slanty-eyed catfish tasted better than mom
Every night, she drops that big bomb.”

Wow!  Yeah, they had some pretty dirty humor and un-PC sentiments on their actual albums but, come on!  That’s gross and racist!  Thankfully it’s sung in such a mocking, smug tone, rendering it absolutely hilarious every time I listen to it.  Okay, maybe not “hilarious” but you will catch me giggling every time this song comes on.

Ya know, they might have been right about many of these songs being too weird for normal people.  Listen to the absolutely annoying “Goo Goo Itch” with its cutesy “itchy-itchy-coo”s.  What normal person would want to listen to that?  Also, did I mention un-PC, racist, gross and funny?  Check out “Fraulein”, “Chango”, “I Need a Chick” and “I Been Refused” – “took a couple back views/took some up front/three tries, wallet size/I was looking at that cunt” – uh yeah.

If you’re looking for catchy hooks and melodies, Vol. 2 has ’em; “The Rope Song”, “All of Us”,”Baby Talkin’ Bitches”, “Bottled Up”, “Fountain of Filth” and “Let’s Go” all rule in this fashion with less of the novelty feel.  They’re solid yet quirky rock tunes.  Actually “Let’s Go” really gives me that retro-future Death Race 2000/Rollerball “death game show” feel. Don’t ask me why this would be the case.

In terms of that gross humor, I’ve read the Devo book.  I know it’s inspired by modern art with its mix of the high and low brow, which is what Devo was all about.  But maybe that’s why they felt “normal” people would not understand this early material.  That and the songs which sound like quirky, synth, robot Kraftwerk music minus the “pop” sensibility if you get me.

So what about the four new songs?

“Man from the Past” – awesome fuzz-guitar filled, rock song, reminds me a little of “Boris the Spider” with that driving bass line.

“Doghouse Doghouse” – acoustic, folky rock song with “funny” dog noises?  Hmmm…

“Hubert House” – sounds like a quirky Devo song with the tape warping.  It’s not your turntable.  It’s the song.

“Shimmy Shake” – non-ironic, 70s boogie rock?  Okay…

I suppose the last four don’t add that much to the Devo canon but with Hardcore Vol. 1 and 2 back in print, how can I complain?

The Cutthroats 9

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The Cutthroats 9
Anger Management EP
Dissent EP

I don’t know if it’s fair to refer to The Cutthroats 9 as Unsane 2.0 but, I mean, they play nearly the exact same music.  That’s not a complaint, mind you.  More of Chris Spencer’s dirty, mean, hateful guitar riffs is better than less although it does sound odd hearing these songs without the violent packaging attached.

In 2000, guitarist/singer/songwriter Chris Spencer and bassist Dave Curran moved to San Francisco and started The Cutthroats 9.  The other two guys include second guitarist Mark Laramie and former Death Angel drummer Will Carroll.  Curran left after the first album and Laramie moved to bass and the group put out a second release that was an EP and not an LP for some reason. After that, Unsane was back and The Cutthroats 9 were gone forever, until…

As of this writing, Unsane is on hiatus again and The Cutthroats 9 (as well as Curran’s group, Pigs) are back and they have a new lineup which features High On Fire bassist Jeff Matz.  TURN IT UP!!!

The Cutthroats 9 – Man’s Ruin – 2000

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As I just said in the introduction above, The Cutthroats 9 sound pretty much like Unsane.  But since the Unsane albums don’t all sound exactly alike, it’s safe to say that The Cutthroats 9 also has it’s idiosyncrasies which help distinguish it among Chris Spencer’s and Dave Curran’s other works.

First of all, just the fact that it was released on Man’s Ruin should already tip you off that the guitar tone is not going to sound as “metal” as on the prior Unsane record Occupational Hazard or, for that matter, the next one, Blood Run.  Although Spencer’s tone is still heavy it’s also noisier, filthier and grungier like it was on Scattered, Smothered & Covered.  This tone is so much more heavenly than the one on the Relapse albums in my humble opinion.

Also, for the first time, there are two guitars.  I’m fine with this, mind you; it’s just that I don’t see the point since both guitarists play the exact same, simple, brutal, power chord progressions the entire time except for when Spencer breaks into a solo.  Spencer throws in the occasionally classic rock influenced riff as well but I supposed, with such a heavy level of distortion, distinguishing between a metal, hardcore or classic rock riff becomes sort of moot, doesn’t it?  And I know that Laramie is the “rhythm guitarist” but it’s nothing that a heavily distorted bass couldn’t do, ya know?

Furthermore the songs on The Cutthroats 9 are more uptempo than those on the last Unsane record.  They’re still not fast but, for the most part, they’re not as sludgy as those on Occupational Hazard except for the song “Sludge” which has a simple, hynpotic riff and ends in minutes of awesome feedback, which is always a wicked way to end a record (see Independent Worm Saloon for another fine example of this).

Yep, just like with Unsane, the songs all pretty much pummel you with catchy riffs and non-standard drum patterns.  There are some exceptions like the slow and bluesy “Can’t Do a Thing” which has some awesome bottle-neck guitar,  the slow-burn, six-minute epic “In the Eye” and aforementioned “Sludge.”  I also love the “EEEEE” feedback at the end of the riff in the otherwise, overly-distorted “Move.”

Also Chris Spencer’s vocals are a bit clearer this time.  I always wish they were slightly louder in the mix so I every time I hear and understand the first three lines in a verse, I’m not lost on the fourth.  But I think I’ve done a fair job deciphering these examples so let’s see what positive, life-affirming messages appear on The Cutthroats 9:

“he learned the hardest lesson
he got (something) into me
he learned the hardest lesson
you can’t take shit for free”

“don’t care where you’re from
she won’t give you some
it breaks you
it takes your mind and leaves you numb”

“it’s a long way
you’re stuck in bed
there’s no way
you should be dead
it’s what they said
you should be dead
it’s what they said”

“I can’t take you
I know you well
I’ll burn and break you
it serves me well”

“it’s getting nowhere
looking down the cross-hair
you really don’t care
what it takes away
always a way
always a way”

Actually, those last couple lines like they have an anti-suicide message, which I guess is kind of positive.

Anger Management EP – Reptilian – 2001

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Dave Curran split so guitarist Mark Laramie moved over to the bass, which is fine as far as I’m concerned.  Why did they need two guitarists in the first place?  Now they’re a tight power-trio and have one less member to pay.

What’s with this EP bullshit?  Did they just forget to make a side 2?  Either way, here we are with six more songs with curt, one word song titles (except for “Saw It”) that imply negativity and hatred.  Well, “This”  and “Believe” may be a little vague but “Prey”, “Bleed” and “Vacant” give you a pretty good idea of what the mood and tone of this record will be; well, that and the title and the picture of machine guns.

Once again, Chris Spencer’s guitar tone is filthy and grungy and not as metally as how it sounded on Unsane’s Relapse LPs.  Just like on The Cutthroats 9, the songs definitely rock more than the sludgy ones on the previous Unsane record.  I don’t have much to say about Mark Laramie as a bassist.  His tone isn’t as heavy and crunchy as Dave Curran’s except in the song “Vacant”, where the bass distortion is hella turned up and sounds awesome.  Also, for what it’s worth, the drums sound louder and more powerful than they did on the previous CT9 release.

Oh and if you’re wondering what the songs “This” and “Believe” are about, here are some lyrics I think I deciphered:

“This”
“she can’t anymore of this
she’s got it written on her wrist
it’s not like when she’s gone
she’ll be searching through sheets of paper (???)
waiting for the drugs to take her
I can’t take anymore of this
it takes a lot of time to miss
I know that cop is getting pissed
waiting for his…” arrrghh, goddammit, I can’t understand that part then
“waiting for the drugs to take her
taking time to break the preasure
any more, I know it’d break her”…

and

“Believe”
“I don’t wanna believe
you took something from me
(line I didn’t understand)
It’s all coming to me
I can’t believe
you took from me
It’s all for free
I think you’ll see…
get down on one knee and pray”

As per usual, Spencer plays awesome noisy, basic, angry riffs along with some bluesy solos and yells through a distortion pedal the whole time.  Like on the first CT9 release, there are classic rock-style riffs – especially on “This” – but most are simple and hardcore influenced.  “Vacant” has a particularly cool herky-jerky rhythm and stop/start arrangement where everything stops and we get to hear Laramie’s bass all by its lonesome for a fraction of a second.  Also, “Believe” has some “sheeeewwww” sounds created by running the pick along the fret board.

The only song I’m iffy about is “Saw It”; the riff is okay but I don’t like the other singer who just says everything rather than shouting intensely.

Then they went on a long break but they’re back!

Dissent EP – Lamb Unlimited – 2014

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In the thirteen years since the last release by the Cutthroats 9, Unsane reformed and put out three studio albums (Blood Run, Visqueen and Wreck) and guitarist/singer Chris Spencer started another band with members of Oxbow and Einstuzende Neubauten called Celan, who put out an excellent album called Halo.

However, after that last Unsane record, it became clear that it was going to be the last one for a long time if at all. So Spencer wasted no time putting the Cutthroats 9 back together for another go ‘round, along with launching his new label Lamb Unlimited.

Reassembling 2/3 of the old cast – Spencer with returning drummer Will Carroll (of Death Angel) – and introducing new bassist Tony Baumeister, the Cutthroats 9 are baaack.. ANOTHER EP??? Only seven songs??? Maaayyybe this was Spence and co’s move in a more progressive direction, longer songs, lotsa weird changes or maybe they’re doing a Neurosis type thing. But nope these are typical songs from the master of the filth-distortion, power riffmeister who yells at the top of his lungs into a distortion peddle but not exactly…

WOA this album is REALLY slow and Chris Spencer is singing like a death metal guy-

Oh shit, it’s in the wrong speed! Just a sec.

Actually, even in the correct speed, Spencer’s voice sounds lower than it usually does on the opening track “Speak.” As for the rest of Dissent, it has seven new songs and people who are familiar with the Unsane/Cutthroats 9 formula should know exactly what to expect; Chris Spencer passionately yells over ass heavy, mean as nails, basic but catchy riffs which are accentuated by angry and depressed sounding blues leads while drummer Will Carroll pounds out rockin’ but confusing patterns. They have this sound nailed to a fault but I like it so who cares? I do have to wonder what could possibly be going so terribly wrong in Spencer’s world that helps him maintain that level of intensity and anger, especially living in San Francisco.

Woa, there’s a harmonica on “We Could”!

But man, that production makes it sound like the recording mic was held outside the door of the studio or like you’re listening to the band play through a wall. Make no mistake, the guitars are very low endy and the drums sound like overly amplified Tupperware containers but the record just sounds a bit muffled. So, it helps if you listen to this thing really loud.

So what else is there to discuss? Ah, the lyrics! Too bad the album doesn’t come with a lyric sheet because with song titles like “Trouble”, “Eraser”, “Hit the Ground”, “Dissension”, “We Could” and “Induction”, it’s not clear who or what Chris Spencer is yelling at. These lyrical snippets should give no further insight:

“Kill the light/disconnect the phone/take what you need/don’t disagree/try to prepare/you just don’t care!”

“Pain, hate, scream!”

“We’ve made mistakes!”

In other news Spencer has made a record with the endlessly pissed, metal, noise guitar god Steve Austin in the form of UXO.

Unsane

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Unsane
Singles 89-92
Total Destruction
The Peel Sessions EP
Scattered, Smothered & Covered
Attack in Japan
Amrep Christmas
Occupational Hazard
Blood Run
Visqueen
Coextinction 1 EP
Wreck

Unsane is like the third or fourth greatest band of all time and it’s a damn shame they haven’t received more recognition.  The group managed to combine a brutal, noisy approach with extremely hooky songs without placating the brainless NYHC, aggro Pantera/Machine Head or “yo-yo-homie” nu-metal crowds.

Overall their sound didn’t change much and the only emotions they seem to display are pissed off, angry and depressed.  It’s like they managed to maintain the Damaged vibe for their entire career.  Yep, there ain’t much “light” in the group’s repertoire but what other band could make expressing negative emotion in a yucky, post-industrial world so much fun?

I mean, how serious can they really be considering all of their albums have really violent covers and names like Total Destruction, Scattered, Smothered & Covered and Occupational Hazard?  Um, I don’t know actually!  How does singer/guitarist Chris Spencer maintain such a level of intensity over the course of all of these albums?  And, more importantly, why isn’t Spencer more widely acknowledged for his mighty guitar skill on that old, beat-up telecaster?  He’s been doing some mighty awesome stuff with Unsane, the Cutthroats 9 and Celan for years… maybe I’ll write about those as well…

Unsane – Matador – 1991

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Who the hell needs subtlety?

It’s hard to believe that these heavy, noise rock peddlers were signed to the same label that gave us Superchunk and Pavement.  I suppose then it’s not hard to believe that, while Matador did full scale catalog reissues for Superchunk and Pavement, they left the first three Unsane albums non-remastered and non-reissued, thus making it a bitch to find Unsane and Singles 89-92 for reasonable prices on any format!  Fuck you, Matador!  Unsane is actually still together and crankin’ out the good tunes!  Where the hell are your super cool and hip indie all stars?  You don’t give Unsane super deluxe, double CD reissues with a loaded 36 page booklet!

Unsane hale from the icky side of Manhattan right around the time it started to get just a little bit safer and yuppified but not too much so that you could still sense these guys came from a dark place full of bums, drug addicts and other assorted nogoodniks.  And I believe that cover photo is the real deal.  The group’s original lineup consisted of Chris Spencer on guitar and vocals, Pete Shore on bass and Charlie Ondras on drums.  Unfortunately Ondras would leave the world of the living the year after this album was released and Shore would leave the band a couple years after that.

Without a doubt Unsane is the rawest and dirtiest of all of the group’s albums.  Spencer has already achieved that fantastic guitar tone which is primarily what makes the album sound so raw and dirty!  On later albums, the distorted, power-chord driven riffs would sound a bit more controlled but on Unsane, it sounds like a mess of hardcore-ish riffs, bluesy solos and hella awesome feedback!  That overall looser feeling is also helped by Ondras’ tribal rhythms, which aren’t as propelling as those of his replacement Vinnie Signorelli.  Pete Shore ain’t no slouch either with his awesome bulldozer bass!  It should also be noted that the songs on Unsane are the least “normal” in terms of structure.  A lot of later Unsane tunes actually sound more accessible with your verse, chorus and guitar solos but on Unsane, the songs have, what seems to be, a repetitive industrial influence – and this is still a guitar/bass/drums band – that drills the riffs and melodies into your cranium!

This is some heavy, noisy sheeyit!  The first thing you might think to yourself is that it’s hard to tell the songs apart.  Yes, it’s true.  They all sound the same upon first listen.  On most of these songs, Spencer just yells everything at the top of his lungs; the one exception being the song “Action Man”, which is the only quintessentially “fun” song on the album.  Don’t get me wrong; I think they’re all fun but it’s the only one with a “yeah!” vibe rather than a “arrrghgghh, fuck you, fuckin’ world!!!” vibe.  I should also stress that either Spencer isn’t the only singer on the album or that he sings in a lower register on a couple of these.  Favorites?  Although I like ’em all, “Cut” and “White Hands” stand out as particularly awesome pieces of angry sludge-grunge.

As for what the songs are about:

“I’m alive, I’m doing just fine
I’ll admit, I was losing my mind
I’m alive and I’m doing just fine
As for you, you’re the one standing naked this time”

“Once again I am faced with conflict
Another challenge of life I will test
I am changing, I am changing
All who I am”

Actually, I was under the impression that all of the lyrics pretty much are like the ones above but then I did a google search and discovered that “Exterminator” actually has ugly, horrific science fiction lyrics!  Check out these bad boys!

“Gun metal skies, broken lives
Claustrophobic concrete, English high rise
Exterminate the underclass, Exterminate the telepaths

Incubating ultraviolence, psychic distortions
slow death injectible, narcosis terminal
Damaged receptors, fractured speech.”

Well you get the idea.  Shits been bad!

Singles 89-92 – Matador – 1992

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Although it’s a singles collection, the fact that there are eleven unique songs that are not on any other studio album makes me consider Singles 89-92 the second official Unsane LP, even if the material was pulled from various sources.  And, as one would expect from a singles compilation, the sound quality is all over the place from the wonderfully dirty and distorted to an almost impenetrable wall of static.  But the same principle tenets that existed on the first album exist for this one as well.

It’s lo-fi, ugly, noisy sludge with a lot of incomprehensible yelling on top.  The album has 13 songs. “Vandal-X” appeared on the first Unsane album, “Blood Boy” appears on the record twice and “4 Sticks” is a Zeppelin cover.  Thank you, the end!

Okay, I’ll say some more about it.  The songs on Singles 89-92 come from the same pool as those on Unsane so don’t expect any artistic growth.  Just expect that dirty ass guitar tone, lots of feedback, hardcore-ish riffs, noisy blues solos and tribal drumming but especially so on the wickedly awesome opening track “Burn”, which although repetitive is super addictive, catchy and hypnotic.

Like on the first album, the songs rely on industrial-like repetition to drive the songs into your brain and also, like on the first album, almost none of Spencer’s lyrics are easy to understand except for maybe the part in “Vandal-X” where he goes, “I’m a piece of shit like you” and in drug addict lament and possibly most driving energetic song they’d yet done “Concrete Bed” where he says, “he wasn’t always this way.”

Also enjoy the seconds of delightful feedback at the end of “Streetsweeper” followed by a cheering crowd and Spencer thanking said crowd.  Speaking of feedback, several of the songs might border on unlistenable to the normal ear but nothing degenerates into pure noise.  Hard to believe that those are actually kind of surfy riffs and neat little harmonic tricks being pulled off in “Jungle Music.”  Also dig the galloping drum rolls in “Blood Boy.”

And if you’re wondering about the Zep cover, if you didn’t know it was from Zep, you’d be none the wiser.  Unsane picked the perfect song for their approach.

Total Destruction – Matador/Atlantic – 1993

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I find it pretty funny that when Atlantic agreed to distribute some of Matador’s albums in an attempt to market the “indie” and “alternative” groups to the mainstream, Matador gave them Total Destruction.  Maybe Atlantic thought they had another Meantime on their hands but nooope!

As mentioned above, original drummer Charlie Ondras passed away and in his  place is former Swans and Foetus drummer Vincent Signoreli, who’s playing is definitely tighter and more traditional.  But that’s not to say he doesn’t pull off seem neat tricks; in fact he’s doing a lot of crazy snare hits in most of the songs.  He’s just not as all over the place as Ondras.

The immediate difference you should notice between the group’s first album(s) and Total Destruction is that there is waaay less feedback, making the songs easier to tell apart and enjoy individually.  Don’t get me wrong; this is still far from radio friendly music that normal people will like.  It’s still ugly and noisy but the group seems more in control of the noise.  So now all you have standing in the way of these really great heavy rock tunes is the lo fi indie level production.  As much as I revel in the ugly, repetitive attack of each song, I can’t help but think they lack a certain power and, ya know, oompf!   The angry vocals are buried and the drums sound a little muffled.

I was initially going to say that Spencer’s vocals are easier to understand this time around but, in all honesty, as I listened to this album for review, I realized, I couldn’t understand most of them and goddamn google lyric search was no help.  But one song that I have no trouble understanding is the pounding opening track “Body Bomb”, a disturbing account of a nut job who straps a bomb to himself and blows up a building.  The song just keeps going “duh-duh-duh-duh DUMB-DUMB” along with bluesy licks that help build the tension but give no payoff, making the concept that much more disturbing since we know how the story will end.

In most of the songs I have certain ideas of what they’re supposed to be about like I think “Road Trip” is a first person account of some creep who treats some lady like garbage and she takes his abuse and I think “Black Book” is about some guy discovering some lady he knows in porn mags.  The rest just seem to generally express negativity or as this lyric from “S.O.S.” states: “it’s all the same shit, look around/it’s all the same shit coming down.”

The songs on Total Destruction alternate between the aforementioned pounding sludge and more energetic tunes meant to make you rock out.  You will find tons of great repetitive but catchy riffs created from the simplest of hardcore-meets-hard-rock power chord combinations, awesome blues solos and super fun, busy drumming.  And let’s not forget the hooky bass line in the song “Dispatched”!

Wow, I just check allmusic.com to see if what they said about Total Destruction was at all like what I said and here’s what the genius John Bush had to say: “Less compelling than the singles collection, Total Destruction is too repetitive, though the band has slowed down the rhythms a bit.”  What a fucker!

The Peel Sessions EP – Matador – 1994

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Hell freakin’ yeah!  Why couldn’t Unsane record their entire first album and Singles 89-92 at John Peel’s studio?  Then maybe it would have sounded like the lo-fi, noisy, indie treat it should have rather than the nearly impenetrable walls of feedback or, for that matter, the power-lacking production of Total Destruction.  This E.P. features the first two Unsane lineups; the one with Charlie Ondras on drums and the one with his replacement Vinnie Signorelli.  The first five songs are from the original and the next four are from the second.  But for some reason the band stuff “Organ Donor”, “Street Sweeper”, “Jungle Music” and “Exterminator” into one 11 minute track.

Of the nine tunes four of them come from Unsane, two from Singles 89-92 and three from Total Destruction.  And they all sound AWESOME especially “Body Bomb” and “Black Book”!  Spencer’s tone is dirty and ugly but not super heavy and as mentioned, the production is clear yet remains gritty enough to maintain the Unsane feel.  It’s a shame that the albums surrounding this release didn’t have the same level of clarity because they would have sounded fantastic.

Now then, I’m a huge fan of every lineup of the group and while the later Dave Curran/Vinnie Signorelli formation is tighter, there is an intriguing quality to this earlier, rawer material from the Pete Shore/Charlie Ondras lineup.  Spencer’s guitar approach hasn’t changed all that much except in later, years he learned to play more melodic stuff but here he just plays pissed off, hardcorish riffs with bluesy solos and the structures are more repetitive.  As mentioned above, Charlie Ondras has a crazy, nearly indescribable, tribal drumming style, which gives Unsane a looser feel than they would have when Signorelli took over.  But even the songs Signorelli plays on maintain some of that early, primal, repetitive approach to a degree; maybe it’s because those songs were played with the original lineup in mind.  I dunno.  It’s still hard to tell what Chris Spencer is saying when he shouts his lyrics through that distortion pedal since they’re still a little too low in the mix but I was able to make out a few more lines in “Black Book.”  I still can’t tell quite exactly what that songs about.  But that is one spastic shouting session on “Bath.”  I can’t tell if that’s Chris with another person or if he recorded multiple vocal tracks.

Though I wonder why “Black Book” is listed as “Black Book (Vol II)” since it’s the exact same song that appeared on the album.

Scattered, Smothered & Covered – Amphetamine Reptile – 1995

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YYYESSSS!!! This is the first Unsane album I’d ever heard and after about two or three listens, I knew I was going to be a fan.  You may think I’m full of shit but I consider Scattered, Smothered & Covered to be Unsane’s Ace of Spades.  Don’t get me?  Just like the most popular of all Motorhead albums, Scattered, Smothered & Covered beautifully defines exactly what the group’s about in twelve, succinct, perfectly crafted songs without a dull moment over the course of the album’s 35 minute run time.  And just like in the case of Ace of Spades, I was confused at first.  I didn’t “get it.”  The opening track and, incidentally, most popular of all Unsane tunes, “Scrape” seemed so silly to me when I first heard it and not strictly because of its awesome, cheaply shot music video of kids hurting themselves on skateboards!  The main riff is essentially a hardcore riff played slowly while some guy angrily yells at you through a distortion pedal.  Can you imagine if Minor Threat played “Straight Edge” slowly while Ian yelled at you through a distortion pedal?  Nobody would hear of it!

Original bassist Pete Shore inexplicably left the band and was replaced by Dave Curran thus making Chris Spencer the group’s only original member.  However the Spencer/Curran/Signoreli lineup remains intact to this very day (albeit with a brief hiatus between 2000 and 2003)!   Now you’re probably wondering what makes Scattered, Smothered & Covered so unique and why I rate it as Unsane’s greatest album, and ultimately, one of the greatest heavy rock albums of all time.  The typical Unsane components are intact; Chris Spencer’s guitar tone is beautiful, noisy, filthy and LOUD and, as mentioned above, he angrily shouts at you through a distortion pedal pretty much the entire time.  However the rhythm section sounds exceptionally tight this time around and the production is fantastic for this type of music!  Every bit comes through yet it still sounds distorted and mean and the snare hits sound awesome!  They pop so loud!

But good production and tone only take you so far.  Without great songs, it don’t mean a thing.  And daaaamn are these awesome songs!  The aforementioned “Scrape” gets the old blood pumping the moment that first bitter chord is struck and then Spencer double tracks it with a neat bluesy lick before the breakdown during the bridge followed by shouts of “SCRAPE!!! I SCRAPE!!!”  I still have no idea what the song is about; skateboarding?

And the album doesn’t let up; from then on in, second track, the almighty “Alleged”, which I first heard on the Tromeo and Juliet soundtrack, leads in with the bass playing the brooding riff and Spencer on mouth-harp before the guitar pummels you into submission.  Plus, you can actually understand the lyrics: “Get out, some people live in this place/ my block, can you guess my race/ stuck up, he got hit on the ground/ come here, we’re going down town.”  That don’t sound too friendly, do it?

I could describe every track for you but, as usual, that would be tedious.  The reason these songs are immediately so enjoyable is that, 1. they primarily follow a normal song structure so they become easily memorable and 2. they’re loaded with energy even for mid tempo songs.  They’re full of Spencer’s mean hardcore-crossed-with-classic-heavy-rock-inspired riffs and bluesy solos.  Plus Spencer’s playing has so much dramatic tension and payoff yet is all blue collar and economical.  Curran and Signoreli do some crazy stuff as well; most of it involves pummeling bass riffs and tons of unexpected fills.  Yet it doesn’t become over-indulgent.

As I just said, the songs are crafted perfectly.  Some of them, such as “Get off My Back” – which contains only one line – and “Swim” – with the cheery lyric, “I watch you drowning, saw you look my way/it’s all people stay for, to watch someone pass away” – are downright slow and sludgy.  But most rock to some mid tempo beat.  And you just gotta hear the hatred stuffed into that riff in “Empty Cartridge” or the awesome pummeling of “Ruin” with sample lyric, “I kicked the door wide open/ I took a whack to the head/ it looked like three steps backward/ it was only one step ahead.”  It don’t sound much meaner than that, that’s for sure!

“There’s no way to get away!!!”

Attack in Japan – SPV – 1996

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I don’t know how important it is for you to read about an out of print live album that you would have to purchase via import from a German distributor just to get a hold of, but I feel a heavy burden lifted and a hole in my life filled now that I’ve finally heard and am able to review the Unsane live CD, Attack in Japan.  What’s that?  You already downloaded it?  Show me because I sure as heck wasn’t able to and because of this technological handicap, spent 16 USD for a format 99.999999% of the world doesn’t use anymore.

Recorded live on April 12, 1995 at the Shinjuku Loft in Tokyo, Japan, Unsane perform one song from Unsane, three from Singles 89-92, three from Total Destruction and four from their latest, greatest LP, Scattered, Smothered & Covered.  The sound on this live recording freakin’ rules!  Spencer’s guitar tone is low-endy, noisy and grungy to the max and both bass and drums come through with all the power needed to drive these noise/grunge classics into yo’ freakin’ face!  For some reason whenever I think of Unsane performing live, I always get a picture in my mind that they’re playing in a warehouse or factory, with chains hanging from metal beams and boxes scattered about.  Tis this heavy, urban tone that the group gives off, I think!

Some noteworthy chestnuts include the awesome between song feedback and percussion warm ups – such as the neat tipping-tapping on the rim at the beginning of “4-Stix”; the latter give the impression that the band is sorta counting off while looking at each other and getting ready for the correct moment to launch into the next song.

Lessee, what else is there to talk about that hasn’t been mentioned elsewhere on this page?  On a couple songs, especially “Scrape” and “Body Bomb”, Chris Spencer sounds like he’s really straining when shouting at the top of his lungs (i.e. “I’M PROOUUUUUUUD!!!!”).

In non-vocal related matters, before performing “Straight” the sound system plays the Taxi Driver sound bite where Martin Scorsese tells Travis Bickel his disturbing plot to get revenge on his wife.  There’s another soundbite that plays during “Exterminator” but I couldn’t identify what it was though it sounded like it was from some cheesy, old kung fu movie.

I guess another interesting thing to mention is how Vinnie Signoreli handles the drums for songs which he didn’t initially play on.  The most noticeable difference is that for closing track “Exterminator”, Signoreli plays the beat straight as opposed to the more pounding, tribal fashion in which Charlie Ondras played it.  Also the track is stretched out to an uncharacteristically long nine minutes due to an extended, fun and tiring noise jam.  Also “Swim” sounds particularly sludgy on this recording.

My only beef with the CD is that there are fade outs between a few songs.  I’m to wager the live performance was a bit longer than the 45 minute running time of the CD and either there were financial restraints in getting the entire live performance on tape or some of the other songs were recorded too poorly for commercial release.  I mean we can’t all be Negative Approach and release a whole bunch of live tunes that were recorded on a boom box ya know?

Note to people who give a shit: the Swedish noise rock band Brainbombs also have a song called “Urge to Kill” which is not a cover of the Unsane song, FYI.

Amrep Christmas – Man’s Ruin – 1997

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I’m not sure why Unsane released their Amphetamine Reptile Christmas party live performance on Man’s Ruin or why they felt the need to release two live albums in a row, but I’m glad they did because Amrep Christmas is an enjoyable, good time of a live album with excellent sound, tight performances and a cheery atmosphere.  You see, Chris Spencer, Dave Curran and Vinnie Signoreli play angry, hateful music but they’re having fun doing it; as evidenced by Dave Curran who responds with an “all right!” to a female audience member who screams at the beginning of the set.  Other clever stage banter includes, “we’re the Unsane from New York”, “thank you!  thanks a lot!” and “since this won’t be a record, we’re gonna have some fun” before they do “Four Sticks.” – which is strange because it became a record –   But either way, what do you want?  These are blue collar rockers who don’t need to waste your time with idiotic, between song jibber-jabber.

The band play six from Scattered, Smothered & Covered, two from Total Destruction, one from Singles 89-92 – the cover of Zeppelin’s “4 Sticks” if you were wondering – , one from the not yet existing fourth album Occupational Hazard and TWO songs that are completely unique to this release.  One of those is an awesome run-through of Cows classic “Hitting the Wall” during the encore with the Cows joining them onstage so that doesn’t really count as an Unsane song.  The other song, “No Soul”, does count as a completely original tune that you will find absolutely nowhere else in the group’s catalog!!!  What a fuckin’ tease; knowing, as a hardcore fan, that there is ONE fucking song floating around on some obscure live album that went out of print not long after it was released.  Anyway, it sounds like an Unsane tune; heavy, chord driven riff, bluesy guitar solo and yelling.

Aside from few seconds of warming up to “Out”, the group plays every song album perfect.  Well, not totally.  Spencer throws in a few neck slides on “Out” but otherwise, the songs are played the same way.  The sound is fantastic; live and completely clear with the same wonderful, filthy guitar tone that you would hear on Scattered, Smothered & Covered and the same powerful snare hits.

Plus, on the back of the CD, there’s a neat photo of a hack-saw slicing through an enormous slab of meat.

Occupational Hazard – Relapse – 1998

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Following in the footsteps of their homeboy Steve “Today Is The Day” Austin, the Unsane crew left their safe, relyable home at AmRep for the big, mean corporate world of Relapse.  And, similarly to Today Is the Day, somewhat metalled up their sound in the process.

It took me a bit longer to get into Occupational Hazard because the qualities that made Scattered, Smothered and Covered so immediately enjoyable were absent from this album.  Unlike that previous record, there are no comparable songs to”Scrape”, “Alleged” or “Ruin”, songs that pretty much hit you with simple structures and catchy riffs.

You sort of have to listen to the songs a few times for them to sink in and this is because they’re  almost all slower, heavier and less reliant on immediate impact!  No, don’t sweat it, they haven’t gone all Neurosis on your ass.  This is still Unsane and all thirteen songs dance around the three minute mark; they’re still rock songs with beginning, middle and end.

Spencer still plays catchy riffs and the group is tight as a mofo with neatly wrapped up songs that have all the “fat cut out.”  It’s just that almost all of them move at a snail’s pace and only the song “Scam” pounds out a basic drumer pattern.  This album isn’t mellower, mind you.  In fact, as alluded to before, Spencer’s tone is wickedly heavy.  It’s just that the aggression and brutallity bleed out slowly rather than  pummeling you in concentrated doses.  There are also some beautiful feedback squeals between the riffs as well.

The overall lack of variety – that is, hearing one dead man’s crawl after another – makes the album feel longer than its 40 minute run time.  But that doesn’t stop Spencer from churning those catchy as hell, heavy, thick brutal riffs one after another along with those angry blues licks while screaming at the top of his lungs through a distortion pedal.

Furthermore the band is on fiiiya as Vinnie Signorelli mostly refrains from 4/4 beats in favor of oddly-timed patterns; “Humidifier” is particularly herky-jerky and that’s good!  Plus, rapid-fire, snare-filled opener “Committed” sorta gives you a false energetic charge before everything slows the hell down.  But again, I don’t want this to sound negative.  I like Occupational Hazard a lot.  I’m just saying they could have varied the approaches on each song ever so slightly like they did on the previous release.

And now that I’ve done a serviceable job describing the music, let’s discuss the lyrics.  For the first time ever, Unsane have included a lyrics sheet with the CD so we get to see what’s on the mind of Chris Spencer and possibly Dave Curran since his lower, scratchier voice is present at points on the album as well.

“Need for correction
I stand with a gun in my hand
it’s time for inspection
wipe off the blood on ya hand” (killing)

“Taken by threat
Lost all the choices you had
Taken not yet
Put out, you can” (rape?)

“I’m not telling, caught selling
can’t wait til this gets out of hand
I’m not copping, caught stopping
Just making the best way I can” (drug dealers)

“No way – I’ll take to you
It stains – the Brooklyn zoo
The hard way – it screws you too
Ya sorry – just what to” (are they trying to be Biohazard or something?)

“No way to shout
There’s nothing you can do now
You can’t find out
Caught where the air can taint you
Can’t breathe, this air is thick
It’s not free, it makes me sick” (is that supposed to be a an environmental message?)

Yeah, so, there you go.  Life sucks and you die… either by getting shot, beaten or breathing poison air.

Blood Run – Relapse – 2005

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In spite what seemed like a seven year gap between albums, Chris Spencer and Dave Curran moved their base of operation to San Francisco for a few years and started the Cutthroats 9, a band who, by all intents and purposes, sounded almost exactly like Unsane.

But, after one and a half awesome albums (The Cutthroats 9 and the Anger Management EP), Spencer and Curran hooked back up with Vinnie Signorelli and here we are in the middle of the aughts with another heavy, noisy and mean Unsane album.

Do you like diversity?  Unlike the last album, Blood Run varies up the approaches while remaining unmistakably Unsane.  The familiar components are there and the tone is still Relapse-metal heavy but, unlike Occupational Hazard, where most of the songs were sludgy and snail paced, the songs on Blood Run alternate a bit.  Also Spencer is trying all kinds of new tricks on his guitar; string scrapings and weird harmonic things which I forgot the names of but Killdozer did on one of their songs.  That last one is a really neat effect which makes the string go “ping” if you get what I’m saying.  And, for the first time ever, in the song “D-Train”, Unsane actually play at normal, headbanger speed, so even mainstream metalheads can get into it.

Most of the other songs will be familiar territory; you’ve pretty much heard them do most of this shit before but, and this is why I call Unsane the Motorhead of whatever specific sub-sub-genre of noise rock/metal they embody.  They do what they do so well, so tightly and so economically that you feel that no matter how familiar their style is, you still want to hear more.  At the end of the day, Unsane is a rock ‘n’ roll band.  Their songs are compact, mostly three minute, rock tunes, whether they’re played slowly or mid-tempo or whether they played with a normal 4/4 beat or some oddly timed, herky jerky drum beat.  Spencer has mastered his unique guitar approach; heavy, chord-based and full of classic-sounding bluesy solos with no palm-muted, “jugga-jugga” riffs.

While I’m listening in real time, I’ll briefly describe the album’s flow song by song; mid-tempo heavy rock with simple yet catchy riff, twisty rhythm with pounding chords like Helmet, sludgy with really angry note-riff similar to the earlier song “Empty Cartridge” but with bluesy slides, bluesy sludge-metal, another twisty rhythm like Helmet with aforementioned guitar string scratching, slow song with dirty bluesy tone, aggressive pounding rocker with aforementioned uptempo 4/4 beat during chorus, mid tempo rocker with slightly melodic leads, sad song with more bluesy slide guitar, pissed-off pounding tune with string scrapings and harmonics and, finally, a lengthy, repetitive and noisy sludge song cleverly titled “Dead Weight” which is not unlike the Cutthroats 9 song “Sludge.”

It’s also notable that Dave Curran sings quite a lot on Blood Run.  It’s very easy to tell their voices apart.  Spencer yells in a higher register while Curran has this lower, horse, phlegmy cigarette voice that’s really cool!  Lyrically Spencer and/or Curran angrily deal with personal topics of anguish and pain often involving lost friends – a couple to drugs.  But, if I’m not mistaken, “Make Them Prey” is about 9/11.  What exactly is it saying?  Is the word “sanctuary” supposed to have a double meaning as in “sanctuary from the attackers” and “sanctuary for Muslims”?  Hmm, you tell me!

Stop stalling, don’t stray
Stop bawling, I know you’re prey
The cloud has fallen, the smoke won’t play
I hear them calling, you’ll make them pray

All I need is sanctuary, all I want is sanctuary
All I need is sanctuary, all I want is sanctuary

It’s calling, we’ll pay
this bus is crawling, try not to stay
that building’s falling, just watch that plane
It’s all here, you’ll make them pray

All I need is sanctuary, all I want is sanctuary
All I need is sanctuary, all I want is sanctuary

Visqueen – Ipecac – 2007

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“Against the Grain”, the opening track on the sixth full length (seventh if you count Singles 89-92) Unsane LP Visqueen is possibly the most depressing song in the group’s entire catalog.  It starts off with this incredibly sad, minor-note melody played on a non-distorted guitar accompanied by some bottle-necking before the pummeling starts.  The song is pretty slow but the music combined with Spencer’s sorrowful shouting without a distortion pedal evoke that dreadful feeling of emotional loss and regret and that somehow things could have been different.  I don’t know if it’s a lost relationship, a person that died from a drug overdose or some other situation that could have been salvaged but wasn’t.  Here are the lyrics, what do you think?

I saw the things that could be
and now they’re come to stay
You know that I can’t take this
I can’t watch this thrown away
It’s not the things you told me
it’s not the times we stayed
I know I fucked up
I can’t make this go away

She kneels to pray
Things gone astray
Against the grain

It wasn’t what it should be
It wasn’t all the ways
I would not watch what’s coming
now I know it comes my way
and now we lost it all
and all the times it could have stayed
We know that we fucked up
and now I know there’s just no way

I’m counting all the ways
it’s sitting in today
you say there is no way
it was against the grain

Anyway, it’s a standout and shows that the group can still build upon their noisy, heavy sound so late in the game.  The rest of the album, however, delivers more o’ those good ‘n’ heavy tunes you come to expect from these guys.  The group varies up the tones and approaches on Visqueen similarly to how they did on Blood Run but the big difference is that the album seems to be a bit more melancholy rather than flat-out pissed and there are definitely more slow tunes.  But that doesn’t stop the songs “Last Man Standing”, “Shooting Clay”, “Eat Crow”, “This Stops at the River”, “Line on the Wall” and “Disdain” from being the angry, pummeling tunes you’ve come to expect from this group.

Spencer’s heavy-simple-chord-meets-blues-solos approach is top notch of course and the the rhythm section is as tight, aggressive, technically proficient yet economic as always.  On several songs, Spencer makes copious use of those awesome bluesy slides as he did on “Against the Grain.”  On “This Stops at the River”, he even throws on that mouth harp atop the familiar pounding riffs.  “Only Pain” is another incredibly depressing song in the vein of “Against the Grain.”  It’s also possibly the most melodic song in the group’s catalog; not the singing mind you, just the minor note melodies that Spencer is playing.  Oh and on “Line in the Wall”, Dave Curran’s bass is so fucking heavy and grinding that it reminds of that time I thought it would be hilarious to put my car in park while it was still moving and listened to the gears go “grk-grk-grk-grk.”

The album ends, for the third straight time if you count The Cutthroats 9, with a repetitive piece of noisy, heavy sludge.  This one is called “East Broadway”  and incorporates industrial-like clanking.  My take is that it’s supposed to evoke the gritty feel of riding a subway.  If only it were 1988 again and such a thing were actually gritty.  Or maybe there’s an extra level of meaning I’m missing.

Coextinction 1 E.P. – Coextinction – 2010

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Get all the Coextinctions if you’re into heavy, noisy rock.  They have at least 10 now and I have the first four.  Through these I was introduced to a band called Goes Cube, who I’d never heard but really like, Shrinebuilder, a supergroup featuring Scott Kelly, Scott Weinrich, Al Cisneros and Dale Crover and Pigs, a Dave Curran side project. Anyway Unsane introduce the series with the first downloadable E.P., which contains three brand new songs.

“Pigeon” and “Grind” predict the less heavy approach of the group’s next album, Wreck; especially since “Pigeon” would appear on the album.  These are typical Unsane songs; “Pigeon” is slow and depressing and “Grind” is more energetic and pounding.  As for the third song, “No Dice”, I can’t help but feel a little ripped off for spending the $4 to download this E.P. since the song is just another noisy, slow, two-chord sludge tune.  Don’t get me wrong; I’m a sucker for sludge and love that low, heavy earth-tone supplemented by copious amounts of feedback.  But, come on, they could have written this “song” in their sleep.

By the way, Goes Cube is awesome!  They mix the noisy, pounding Unsane twisty-rhythm and shouting at the top of the lungs approach with wussier emo parts and straight forward metal.  You’s gotta hear ’em!

Wreck – Alternative Tentacles – 2012

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Ten new songs and one of those is a cover and the other appeared on a non-album release.  So really Unsane offer up eight new songs.  “Pigeon” is from the Coextinction 1 E.P. and “Ha Ha Ha” is a Flipper cover.  But that’s okay!  I mean, I guess reusing the song “Pigeon” is what it is.  Why not include the other two Coextinction songs and make the album have a total of 12, eh?  On the other hand, just like the Melvins did with “Sacrifice”, Unsane take the classic, noise punk tune, slow it down, heavy it up and make it rule even more than it already did.  See, Flipper is awesome but it’s a lot of fun hearing different kinds of bands you also like cover their songs.  In both the case of the Melvins and Unsane, their covers are better in my humble opinion and isn’t that what you read this for?  The only complaint I have, albeit minor, is that Chris Spencer replaces the smart-ass cynicism of the original – where Will Shatter makes fun of common suburbanite drones – with angry, distorted shouting.  In fact, it’s the only song on Wreck where Spencer puts distortion on his vocals.  Also, he replaces the word “gushy” with “stupid” in the line “get all gushy and wet” for some reason.

In between Visqueen and this here LP, Wreck, Chris Spencer teamed up with Niko Wenner from Oxbow and Ari Benjamin from Einstürzende Neubauten in the band Celan, who put out an excellent L.P. entitled Halo.  I don’t know why I mentioned that since it’s completely unrelated to what we’re talking about.

Anyway, Unsane are back with another album!  It’s their first in five years!  And as previously mentioned, the facade that the album Wreck has ten new songs is destroyed by the mention that one of those had already existed on an earlier release and one is a cover.  The other eight?  Hmm, well… there’s a ballad on here.  I don’t mean a slow song like “Against the Grain” or the two sad songs on this album.  I mean a full-on ballad that spends its first minutes entirely light and mellow with country-ish slides as Spencer attempts to sing.  It’s called “Stuck” and is about the narrator dealing with his pill-addicted, female friend so it probably comes from a real place.  And I’m not opposed to bands trying entirely new things they’ve never done before but damn, Spencer’s voice isn’t pretty!  Thankfully the ballad gets loud during the chorus and gets heavy by the end as these heavy rock ballads tend to do.

And the rest of the record is Unsane like clockwork except the tone on Wreck isn’t as heavy and punishing as it was on the previous three albums and the bass seems to be at the exact level as the guitar.  So when the guitar isn’t distorted, which it is not quite as often on Wreck as earlier albums, you get to hear the bass rumbling loudly and beautifully.  Also, I should mention that the drum sound on here is killer!  Those snare hits sound almost exactly like the ones on Never Mind the Bollocks… just a very thick “thop” sound that, as far as I gather, is not an easy sound to achieve.  So don’t downplay the importance of good sounding drums; they can make a band sound very tight and powerful.

As far as the songs themselves, there aren’t any changes or things different from anything the group has done before aside from the aforementioned ballad and cover.  I could be mistaken though; there might be a drum pattern or time signature used on Wreck that wasn’t used prior.  But, I guess the question remains; is it good?  Well, yeah, of course it is.  It’s an Unsane record and pretty much 99.999999% of their songs are satisfying, angry rock tunes.  Let me clarify this for the gazillionth time; THEY’RE A FUCKING ROCK BAND WHO ROCKS!!!  They’re not experimental like the Melvins or Neurosis; they just blast out riff after satisfying riff in tight, compactly arranged tunes.  Chris Spencer plays angry blues licks and chord driven riffs like a pro but, for some reason, decided to shout his lyrics distortion-free so he just sounds like a pissed off dude; same with Dave Curran who also sounds like a pissed off dude but with a lower, scratchier voice.

But if you want me to fully categorize the ten songs, we have “Rats”, “Metropolis”, “Ghost” and “Roach”, which are angry, pounding tunes with oddly timed beats – one in 5/4 and one in 3/4, I think and two of those are very tom heavy.  We have “Decay” and “Pigeon”, songs that are slow and depressing.  And we have “No Chance” and “Don’t”, mid-tempo pummel rock, one of which has a harmonica in it.

And that about covers it.  As of this writing Chris Spencer has put Unsane on another hiatus in order to bring us another Cutthroats 9 record.  I’m pretty stoked for that, I’d say.

The Food of the Gods (1976)

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I wonder if the poster above is for the British release because I don’t know any movie that has a giant rooster as the bad guy that would get an X rating… ohh boy, don’t go there!  The British X rating wasn’t like the U.S. X rating; it was just a catch-all meaning “not appropriate for children.”  But then again the movie was made in 1976 not 1956 so I’ll have to get back to you on that one.

Anyhoo, The Food of the Gods is an “eco-terror” horror movie but really it’s just a 1950s giant animal movie which happens to have been made in 1976 so there were no restrictions on violence and that’s why it earned the daring PG rating in the U.S.  That’s right!  This movie is rated P fucking G!  That means if you’re a parent, you may want to use caution when taking your kids to see this!

There isn’t much to say about this movie except that it’s entertaining and features Ralph Meeker and Ida Lupino, two very talented people who mostly played in the b pictures of yesteryear.  Meeker’s big role was in Paths of Glory but I prefer to remember him as MIKE FUCKING HAMMER in Kiss Me Deadly!!!  Ida Lupino was in some film noirs or something but more importantly she directed the classic, creepy thriller The Hitch-Hiker.

Uh yeah, there’s some plot about animals eating some weird chemical that causes them to grow really big; you’ll see giant roosters, giant larvae, giant wasps and, of course, giant rats.  One little white one is so adorable that I couldn’t find it scary no matter how big it seemed in comparison with the miniature it was attacking.

I love these kinds of movies so don’t expect some kind of real analysis here.  I like watching the director, in this case Bert I. Gordon, attempt to build a serious case around animals attacking miniature models in the master shot and then puppets eating the characters during the closeups.

Meeker plays a jerk scientist who only cares about money.  Lupino plays someone who lives in a cabin in the woods.  There is a football player, an assistant to the scientist, a couple with a pregnant woman and another guy who dies pretty early on from wasp stings.  The ending is a hoot but I really, sincerely hope no animals were hurt during the movie’s final scene.  I can’t give that way but, from what I read, the climax scene is real and though it works for the movie, pretty much qualifies as animal cruelty.  So I can’t back that but, at the same time, I like Cannibal Holocaust so I guess I’m a hypocrite.

Apparently, The Food of the Gods got a Golden Turkey award but I’m at a loss as to why as it’s no worse than any other “eco terror” film of the era and it’s certainly better than a lot of schlocky drive-in horror films.  I guess I should have mentioned that it’s based on a work by H.G. Wells so people know I ain’t no ignint dumbass who cusses a lot in film reviews.

The Love-Thrill Murders (1971)

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I don’t know what the Troma team is waiting for but it’s time to give The Love-Thrill Murders a full DVD release because it is easily one of the finest films in the Troma library.  The film originally came out in 1971 with the title Sweet Savior and somewhere along the line, it was also called Frenetic Party but Troma made the correct choice by calling it The Love-Thrill Murders when they distributed it a few years after its initial run.

The Love-Thrill Murders is a somewhat fictionalized account of the Tate killings perpetuated by Manson family members.  I say “somewhat” because director Bob Roberts followed some of the details but, to make the story work, changed a few of them, like having the Manson like leader Moon (Troy Donahue) present at the Tate killings which, of course, weren’t called the Tate killings in the film.  Roberts wasn’t trying to make a straight, documentary retelling of what happened but instead to explore the makeup of the cult, the characters within and what drives them to follow their leader, who is nothing more than a long-haired degenerate.

People claim this is an exploitation film and, in a way, it is but it’s going for more than just cheap shocks.  It actually is a well made film that is pretty disturbing.  Troy Donahue does a convincing job in the role as he leads a group of hippies from drugged out parties and orgies to eventually commit the murder at the end of the film.  The plot is pretty simple.  The cult initiates a new recruit, the hippies have sex and do drugs of all kinds then plan the killing of Tate like actress Sandra (Renay Granville) and her swinging group of friends at a party.

While Moon is the main character, he’s obviously just a one-dimensional manipulator, using or rather perverting Christian symbols and rituals to his own need.  That’s an interesting detail; that the ceremonies, despite only referring to the cross and Christian mythology look more like Satanic rituals.  After all, what kind of Christian ceremony  incorporates sex on an altar?

But the other character the movie really focuses on is the above-mentioned new recruit.  I wish I could remember her name but the IMDB credits are no help since they don’t have pictures.  But basically she’s a confused, run-away kid looking for acceptance among this new, hip group of people.  And it stands to reason she has no particular sociopath tendencies.  In fact it’s easy to tell she doesn’t exactly feel comfortable with all of the stuff Moon wants her to do to prove she’s with it.  Her desire to fit in eventually leads to the film’s disturbing climax where we witness how far peer pressure can lead a person.

The rest of the kids do anything he tells them, including an early scene where the girl and her friend pick up a local dealer and give him oral sex in exchange for drugs.  One of the kids is Squeagie who is played by none other than Lloyd Kaufman, weee!

On the other hand, the actress Sandra and her bunch try to live up the modern, swinging late 60s/early 70s lifestyle and want to party with the freaks.  Among the group is a particularly flamboyant homosexual whose role is somewhat comical if a bit stereotypical; he gets disgusted by the word “cunt.”

Altogether, as said before, this is a good movie.  Some of the orgy scenes go on a little too long and almost threaten to take away the movie’s credibility but since the acting is good and the killing is realistic and violent, the film prevails at doing what it sets out to do.

White Zombie

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special introductory paragraph
Gods on Voodoo Moon EP
“Pig Heaven”/”Slaughter the Grey” 7″
Psycho-Head Blowout
Soul-Crusher
Make Them Die Slowly
God of Thunder EP
La Sexorcisto: Devil Music Vol. 1
Astro Creep: 2000
Supersexy Swingin’ Sounds

When most people think of White Zombie, they think of their dictatorial, pretentious, one trick pony singer Rob Zombie, who used his band as nothing more than a vehicle to launch his disco metal solo career and his film directing career. But it wasn’t always that way!

White Zombie started in 1985 as a noise rock band that made its name in the seedy Manhattan art and music scene, playing on bills with groups like Pussy Galore, Rat At Rat R, Live Skull and the Honeymooon Killers. Then they turned into a weird metal band that sat on the fence between the art and metal scenes before signing to a major label and becoming big rock stars in the 90s.  Artist turned singer Robert “Rob Straker/Rob Zombie” Cummings was still just a one trick pony with his free associative, movie themed lyrics that say absolutely nothing but the schtick worked really well with the kind of music they were initially making.  On bass was Shawna “Sean Yseult” Reynolds, who came from Raleigh, NC to be a photography student but joined a band instead.

They also went through five guitarists and three drummers.

And yes they got their name from the 1932 horror movie starring Bela Lugosi.  In fact, here it is for your enjoyment:

Gods on Voodoo Moon EP – Silent Explosion – 1985

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If you were wondering as everyone else was, Sean Yseult IS the same Shawna Reynolds who took the photos on the back of the first C.O.C. album!

Aside from Rob “Dirt” Straker on vocals and Sean Yseult on bass, White Zombie also included Paul “Ena” Kostabi on guitar and Peter Landau on drums but don’t get used to them since they would be gone before their second release and even a single performance!  It’s hard to picture White Zombie in the same light as Flipper, the Birthday Party, Scratch Acid, Killdozer and the Butthole Surfers but, indeed, right in the middle of the 80s, they would have fit in perfectly among any of the so-called “pig fuck” (a term I both giggle at and despise) bands.

The group’s debut EP consists of four excellent yet poorly recorded, little songs.  The record sounds like a bootleg of a live show that was recorded on cassette in someone’s basement. According to Yseult, the group found the cheapest studio and recorded all of the songs live without any thought given to separation, levels or mixing so it’s a wonder the songs even sound this good.  However, this early, crude, no-fidelity approach is much more appropriate for the trashy b-movie subject matter Rob Straker/Zombie was spewing out rather than the industrial metal garbage of the group’s later recordings; you can practically envision a grainy, black and white monster movie being projected onto a tiny screen in some filthy theater on 42nd Avenue.  And man, does Straker/Zombie sound completely different! He sounds like a cross between early GG Allin and Darby Crash!  It’s hard to believe this is the same guy who, in ten short years, would bark out similar lyrics in the ugly, gravelly voice that became his raison d’etre.

First two tracks “Gentleman Junkie” and “King of Souls(W.Z.)” sound like sick, evil surf punk thingies with eerie note runs (comparable to Dead Kennedys?) while “Tales from the Scarecrow Man” sounds like Flipper with its catchy, repetitive bass line over which Kostabi plays seemingly improvised blues solos through a phased guitar effect – like the Cows on a bad acid trip?  And “Cat’s Eye Resurrection” has the same pounding and herky-jerky rhythm one would find in a Birthday Party song only with creepier riffs.

It’s also totally hilarious how the sound just drops out in the middle of “Tales from the Scarecrow Man” for a second.  There was also a cassette version with the songs “Black Friday” and “Dead or Alive” and what could be said about the first two songs can be said about these two as well.

Just don’t go on ebay trying to find this thing because it’ll cost ya!

“Pig Heaven”/”Slaughter the Grey” 7″ – Silent Explosion – 1986

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Replacing guitarist Ena Kostabi and drummer Peter Landau in their respective roles are Tim Jeffs and Ivan DePrume.  The former would be gone by the group’s very next release while the latter would stay long enough to record their major label debut.

On “Pig Heaven”/”Slaughter the Grey”, Straker/Zombie still sounds like GG Allin crossed with Darby Crash and the recording is still completely monophonic, lo-fi or just piss poor but both songs on this here little 7″ single rule catchy post-hardcorish/Butthole Surfers/Killdozer/psychedelic/blues metal ass! New guitarist Tim Jeffs has a psychedelic, wah-wah filled style similar to say Blue Cheer, Jimi Hendrix or what Paul Leary would start to do in the Butthole Surfers and with it he plays hypnotic, “do-do-loo-do-do-loo” note runs and blues solos all over creation on these two songs.

“Pig Heaven” plods along like a later period Black Flag tune from Loose Nut or In My Head but with riffs that seem capable of making you dizzy and with lyrics about the Manson cult while “Slaughter the Grey” has more of that Birthday Party, “thubba-thubba” style pounding and makes references to the Clint Eastwood vehicle Hang ’em High particularly in the part of the song where Rob Straker says “hang ’em high” over and over again.

Around this time White Zombie recorded the songs “Rain Insane”, “Paradise Fireball”, “Follow Wild” and “Red River Flow” but I have no idea why they didn’t make it onto any official recordings.

Psycho-Head Blowout – Silent Explosion – 1987

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Just look at them on the cover of this album.  Do they look like the same band  that would grace MTV’s alternative buzz bin or, for that matter, their own album covers in a few short years?  Rob Zombie is wearing a button up, sweater vest for Christ’s sake!

I guess Psycho-Head Blowout is considered an EP rather than a full length album on account of its only having seven songs and clocking in at under 30 minutes but, as far as I’m concerned, it’s a 33 RPM, 12″ record and therefore, an album.  Although the group only printed 1000 copies of it, three landed in the hands of Iggy Pop, Thurston Moore and Kurt Cobain all of whom loved it.

On Psycho-Head Blowout White Zombie broke in their third guitarist, Tom Guay.  And now they really sound like the Birthday Party right down to that “live in your garage” production, scraping metal guitar tone and those stop/start herky jerk rhythms!  Only replace Nick Cave’s brooding baritone with Rob Straker’s painfully nasal, high pitched and incomprehensible singing and make the riffs more bluesy rather than jazzy or swingy.  Other than that Psycho-Head Blowout sounds like the retarded cousin of Junkyard and that’s a good thing!  Guay loves playing those high pitch “dee-dee-dee-dee” guitar sounds like Rowland S. Howard and the groove to a song like “True Crime” is totally like “Big Jesus Trash Can” or something along those lines.

I find this album quite enjoyable but if you sit through it in one listen, the songs all seem to blend together.  Some may have a string bend here and an ugly riff there, some neat drum fills, odd time signatures and lots and lots of Straker/Zombie’s caterwauling but, if you’re looking for individual songs to stand out, you’re gonna have to listen very, very closely!  Also Straker/Zombie’s voice is buried in the mix this time around and everything he sings sounds like”yeaahrrroowarrghrglbarglearrghh.”

If you’re dying to know, the other songs on the album are “Eighty Eight”, “Fast Jungle”, “Gun Crazy”, “Magdaline” and “True Crime.”  Gun Crazy is also a 1950 film noir; do you think that’s a coincidence…?  Hahahhahahhahaha!!!  I read that Rob Zombie wanted to be a film maker before joining a band and to riff on an old Vincent Price quote, “well, Rob Zombie, you sure aren’t a musician!”

Soul-Crusher – Silent Explosion – 1987

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Woa!  What happened?  Did a White Zombie fan complain that Psycho-Head Blowout sounded too good?  And did they replace their singer with Steve Albini and get him really drunk five minutes before pushing him behind the microphone?  Soul-Crusher sounds as if the band on the previous album felt as if the production was WAY too clean, that the instruments don’t bleed into each other enough and that they sounded too sober.  I might still consider Soul-Crusher to be the best White Zombie album but part of the joy might come from listening to something so patently unlistenable.

Don’t get me wrong.  I still enjoy this type of noise rock sludge but I don’t remember it being so incomprehensible and muddy sounding.  The one big difference stylistically between Psycho-Head Blowout and Soul-Crusher is that Tom Guay is playing way more straight-forward rock and metal riffs between his noisy, bluesy squealing.  The herky-jerky, stop/start Birthday Party element is there but, on songs like “Die Zombie!! Die!!” and “Skin”, Guay plays heavier, sludgier riffs in a manner similar to say Killdozer or the Melvins while “Scum Kill”, if not for that off-kilter rhythm, could almost pass for a real metal song with those blazing leads.  Also album closer “Diamond Ass” is right up there with the Cows in creating a vomit inducing, drunken, sea-sick vibe.  And that’s how everyone wants to feel!

Strangely Guay’s guitar sound manages to find a middle ground between the bluesy Butthole Surfers and the scrapy metallic Birthday Party tone.  Sean Ysuelt’s bass is also turned way the hell up, making the music sound that much denser, heavier and hypnotic; check out the awesome “Scum Kill”, where she plays an evil, ugly thing that goes, “bum-bum-bum, bum-bum-bum, bum-bum-bah-bah-bah-bah-bum.”  Rob Straker’s voice also is turned up louder but sounds just as incomprehensible as always.  And of course Ivan DePrume pounds his drums all tribal-like.  There are also some samples and little noisy bits scattered all over the record as well.

If you’re willing to put in the time and listen, you’ll find that the songs on Soul-Crusher are just as enjoyable (albeit in a twisted way) as those on Psycho-Head Blowout.  As mentioned the album is a bit sludgier and muddier than the previous album but, if you’re looking for a sound as ugly as Killdozer (not to mention what might be the roots of stuff like EyeHateGod) crossed with oddball rhythms and can put up with incomprehensible caterwauling, then let Soul-Crusher crush your soul (or ear drums).

Make Them Die Slowly – Caroline – 1989

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Make Them Die Slowly is the American name for the 1981 cannibal film Cannibal Ferox from Italian director Umberto Lenzi.  This is the trailer.  It’s gross!

Make Them Die Slowly is also White Zombie’s first attempt to “go metal” and, as far as I’m concerned, their closest to a “true” metal record.  I know what you’re thinking; how is Make Them Die Slowly their only ‘true’ metal record? And what the hell is ‘true’ metal, anyway?”  Well, I didn’t say it was a ‘true’ metal record.  I said it’s their closest attempt at it.  Allow me to exlain.

Apparently White Zombie embarked on a more metallic path partly due to the group’s performance at New York metal club L’Amour being so positively received and because Ivan DePrume hipped Rob Zombie and Sean Yseult to bands like Metallica and Slayer, who convinced the two of them that metal could be serious music.  Guitarist Tom Guay wasn’t so hot on the idea so they replaced him with John Ricci and made a metal record.  Sort of.

Rather than getting an actual metal producer, they used well known dub producer Bill Laswell and, guess what, the album sounds like the Birthday Party with a metal guitar player!  The thing sounds like it was recorded in a cave and the drums sound like garbage cans!  And I know this makes for an interesting listen and I personally enjoy the shit out of this record but I doubt it did much to attract real metal heads.  I could be mistaken but let’s pretend I’m right on that front.

With that all said, John Ricci is an actual metal guitarist; not a 70s blues metal/Hendixy/Blue Cheer/Black Sabbath/Melvins/Killdozer/Butthole Surfers guy.  His riffs are all straight from the Slayer/Metallica “chugga-chugga” book crossed with some NWOBHM and lotsa leads even though the production failed to capture the true “heaviness” of his guitar playing.  However everything is mid-tempo, the arrangements have the songs just go from one part to the other with no natural flow and Ivan DePrume’s drumming is still tribal as all hell, so don’t expect “normal metal.”  I don’t know if the crudeness of the arrangements was deliberate, being a remnant of their earlier herky-jerky sound or if it’s a product of novice songwriting.  More importantly I don’t care!

Oh and Rob Zombie’s voice is lower than on previous albums but still nasal as all hell and, though a bit more comprehensible, still sounds like nonsensical caterwauling.  Also there’s no bass.  You hear a bass on Make Them Die Slowly?  I sure don’t!  Where was Sean Yseult during the making of Make Them Die Slowly?  Because, by the sound of it, it sure wasn’t in the studio recording her bass parts!

Make Them Die Slowly is the final, quintessentially good White Zombie album.

God of Thunder EP – Caroline – 1990

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Final quintessentially good album because God of Thunder isn’t an album at all!  It’s a three track EP!  Shame too because, as far as I can tell by the circumstantial evidence, White Zombie could have been an awesome, ass heavy, Melvins/Helmet/Bleach-era Nirvana meets wicked, scary riff type band.  But really, what wisdom can you glean from a three track EP especially when one of those songs is a cover version?

Forced to quit due to carpal tunnel, John Ricci was replaced by Jay, the guitarist who would help transform White Zombie into the pile-driving, groove oriented, funky, industrial metal band that would be MTV darlings in the 90s.

In 1990, however, they were just another fledgling underground band touring in a bus and playing to a handful of people in cities across the U.S. (and the world apparently).  But daaamn have they gotten HEAVY!  God of Thunder might just be the heaviest thing White Zombie have ever done.  I don’t mean the Andy Wallace produced, clean as a whistle, major label sound of La Sexorcisto: Devil Music Vol. 1 nor the Terry Date produced, drop D, industrial metal of Astro-Creep 2000.  I’m talking dirty and dense as fuck Helmet-style, underground guitar tone.

Unfortunately Jay doesn’t really have much to make his mark with.  “God of Thunder” is awesome but it is, after all, just a cover complete with the original sample of the little kids.  Rob Zombie sounds awesome with his new, signature, angry as hell, gravelly shouting voice which perfectly compliments the riffs and with which he says, “Yeah! Wow!” a lot.

The other two songs are “Love Razor” and “Disaster Blaster 2.”  I don’t know why it’s called “Disaster Blaster 2” since it’s just “Disaster Blaster” from the previous record but it’s still a great song.  That leaves us with “Love Razor”, the only original song on the record.  And it’s awesome.  Anyone familiar with La Sexorcisto will recognize its similarity to “Black Sunshine”, one of the only good songs on the album.  It begins with a sample from a porn flick, followed by a crushing “da-da-da” intro, a tough biker metal riff, some ugly, mid-tempo Slayer style riffing and then some more brutal, heavy pounding parts that all sound pretty awesome with their basic but catchy chord progressions.

Then they signed with Geffen and it was all over.

La Sexorcisto: Devil Music Vol. 1 – Geffen – 1992

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At first I was determined to trash La Sexorcisto: Devil Music Vol. 1 but, upon listening to their major label debut, I couldn’t ignore that fifth guitarist J. really can churn out catchy, whirly, psychotic sounding metal riffs to back up Rob Zombie’s gravel throated mix of scat rapping and straight forward shouting.

Released in early 1992, La Sexorcisto: Devil Music Vol. 1 became something of a sleeper hit, steadily acquiring fans and turning the once lowly, club dwelling, New York artists into big time rock stars.

At the time of its release, it really was pretty unusual – from the band’s freaky appearance on the cover to Rob Zombie’s Ed Roth/R. Crumb inspired artwork to those nonsensical lyrics that seem to reference a different b-movie in every line and those bizarre song titles…

But what of the actual music? La Sexorcisto has big, Andy Wallace, major-label production so the guitar may be heavy but it’s super polished and Rob Zombie’s voice is pumped up way too loud in the mix. But that’s not the real problem. The real problem is that, at 58 minutes La Sexorcisto: Devil Music Vol. 1 is too samey and long. There just aren’t enough different ideas to keep the CD afloat, which is why it seems like it’s losing steam halfway through and I feel like I don’t like the album as much as I thought I did when first I put it on.

The 11 songs (the back lists 14 tracks but “Knuckle Duster Radio 1-A”, “Knuckle Duster Radio 2-B” and “One Big Crunch” are just minute long collages of movie samples) on the album are all just groove oriented, slow to mid-tempo metal with the occasional funky back beat. J. throws in some weird, little parts in every song like the Slayer-esque intro to “Soul-Crusher” or the scary little melody in “Spiderbaby (Yeah-Yeah-Yeah)” and every one of them is loaded up on movie samples from films like Night of the Living Dead, The Texas Chain-Saw Massacre and Faster, Pussycat! Kill! Kill! but most of the songs have lots of nothing riffs, so much so that the only one that’s good from start-to-finish is “Black Sunshine.”

I know I’m supposed to mention that Iggy Pop is on “Black Sunshine” and that it has a wicked bass intro. I also didn’t say a word about the album’s hit single “Thunderkiss ’65” but I see no point as it doesn’t differ at all from the other songs other than it’s shorter. And, what’s with the light, Metallica style intro to “I Am Legend”?

Also, on the back of the CD, there are two cartoon girls with HUGE tits.

Astro-Creep: 2000 – Geffen – 1995

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Note: Upon re-listening to Astro-Creep 2000 fairly recently, I found I’ve actually enjoyed a couple of these tunes a bit more; specifically “Creature of the Wheel” and “Grease Paint and Monkey Brains”, which, in spite the synthetic, deliberate over-compression of the entire album, are pretty darn cool sounding sludge metal tunes and have some weird sound scapes between and around the riffs.  Here is my original review:

In the three years since the release of La Sexorcisto: Devil Music Vol. 1, all of White Zombie’s hard work paid off and the group found itself headlining big venues and all over radio and MTV. Long time drummer Ivan DePrume left somewhere between then and, after a couple fill ins, was replaced by former Exodus and Testament drummer John Tempesta.

Things for the group couldn’t be better except for the fact that Rob Zombie and Sean Yseult had ended their long-term relationship and Rob Zombie refused to speak directly to her, opting to speak through J. like a mature adult would. It also didn’t help that, by this point, Rob Zombie viewed the rest of the band as nothing more than trained monkeys to further his career. According to J., creating the Astro-Creep 2000 album wasn’t easy and that through sheer determination, he sat in the studio pounding out riffs until something stuck. Also, according to him, no two members were in the studio at any particular time during the recording sessions.

Astro-Creep 2000 is way heavier than La Sexorcisto with the guitars pumped up REALLY loud and tuned in C# the entire time. The songs are also way simpler than on the previous album – just basic verse/chorus/verse/chorus/guitar solo/verse/chorus constructions – and the group has now thrown industrial music into the mix, with a few programmed beats, clanky noises, weird textures and keyboards. And, as expected, there are a lot of sound clips – expanding beyond the standard horror and exploitation to a porn movie at the beginning of “More Human than Human” and a spoken clip from an interview with a Manson-family member in “Real Solution #9.” Rob Zombie is also using a wider range of singing styles in addition to his standard growling and faux-rapping – such as singing through a walky-talky on “Real Solution #9” or doing sort of a speak/sing thing on “Creature of the Wheel” and “Blood, Milk and Sky.” Unfortunately he’s also adopted this really annoying, nasally style where a word like “psychoholic” becomes “psychoHAWLIC”, turning a passable song like “More Human than Human” into something nearly unlistenable.

White Zombie’s major label albums don’t flat out suck like I wanted to believe until I sat down and listened to them for the first time in years. It’s just that they’re inconsistent; good intros – such as the ones for “More Human than Human” and “Electric Head Pt. 2 (The Ecstasy)” – will be followed by boring collections of two or three chord, detuned riffs that anyone could have written or a lot of space will be filled with “jugga-jugga” nothingness. And that’s a shame because J. can write some heavy, sludgy ass riffs and the album’s got a few solid ones, just not enough. Every song has a neat part or two but no song is good in its entirety. Or, in the case of “Super Charger Heaven”, an otherwise ripping, punk metal tune with a neat surfy bit, the song is ruined by Zombie’s extremely annoying vocals. Some of these songs like “Electric Head Pt. 1 (The Agony)”, “I, Zombie” and “Blood, Milk and Sky” could not have taken more than a few minutes to write. Almost nothing happens in them!

But, what do I know? The album was a massive success, the music videos were on MTV, the songs were on the radio and the band was playing enormous venues and appearing on soundtracks. But I guess, even at the peak of their success, they knew the end was near.

Supersexy Swingin’ Sounds – Geffen – 1996

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I remember when Supersexy Swingin’ Sounds came out because we were all like, “White Zombie already released a new album?” Turns out it’s just a collection of remixes; eleven to be exact – ten from Astro-Creep: 2000 (excluding “Creature of the Wheel”) along with their cover of “I’m Your Boogieman” from the Crow: City of Angels soundtrack.

Around the time of the album’s release, Rob Zombie had expressed that he was growing tired of music made by guitars, bass and drums and was getting more into music made by computers. As a result of his new interests, he rounded up Charlie Clouser (Nine Inch Nails live band), John Fryer (This Mortal Coil), the Dust Brothers, Mike “Hitman” Wilson (?), P.M Dawn and Praga Kahn to help him shit all over the work of J., Sean Yseult and John Tempesta.

I say this with such a negative tone only because I feel the work on this CD is rather lazy. Instead of making new songs with his band and utilizing the help of these remixers and producers, he just took old songs and fucked with them – rearranging parts, replacing human percussion with programmed beats and replacing and or covering instruments with new textures and sounds. And I know the other members probably agreed to it but, come on…

With that all said, some of these touches aren’t so bad, interesting to say the least. For instance there is the ambient, electro noises added to “Electric Head Pt. 2 (Sexational After Dark Mix)” and you got “Grease Paint and Monkey Brains (Sin Centers of Suburbia Mix)”, which has the entire guitar track removed, turning the song into wacky organ grinder music with voodoo percussion – pretty cool actually! Meanwhile “I, Zombie (Europe in the Raw Mix)” is nearly identical to the original save for the programmed dance beat.

But man, some of these are absolutely awful! “Blur the Technicolor (Poker from Stud to Strip Mix)” is a particular offender with its hip-hop beat, Rob Zombie’s rapping vocal track sped up and a sample of some lady saying “turn me on” over and over. REALLY corny! Or the dated as fuck techno beat in “Super-Charger Heaven (Adults Only Mix)”, a song I already wasn’t into because of the singing and in some parts it’s just the vocals and techno beat! And what is up with the slow, “sexy”, hip hop groove of “Blood, Milk and Sky (Miss September Mix)”? Not to mention the “ultra-hyper”, gay S&M club, Mortal Kombat retardation “Electric Head Pt. 1 (Satan in High Heels Mix).” Also “El Phantasmo and the Chicken-Run Blast-O-Rama” wasn’t a very good song to begin with so messing with the structure and vocal track and adding some noise to it didn’t improve it.

Like most remix CDs and remixes in general, I find them pretty useless. They might be worth a listen but ultimately they make me just to want to hear the original versions and yell at the band for not making more new songs. This particular remix CD has its moments of goodness but, judging by the previous paragraph, there aren’t many of them.

After this album, the band toured one more time and Rob Zombie said, “fuck it, I’ma do it on my own!” and gave his band the big ol’ middle finger. Then he released some lousy dance metal albums and made some okay (and some not so okay) movies.

From Beyond the Grave (1973)

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First listen to this:

I love anthology films so it’s not a big stretch that I would enjoy Amicus’ From Beyond the Grave.  Granted I didn’t quite understand what happened in two of the stories and the way in which all four stories were connected didn’t make sense so when I give this film a 3 out of 4 iron crosses, it’s more for me than for you, cool?

The movie has a lot of promise since all four stories are loosely connected to an antique shop run by an old Scottish man played by Peter Cushing.  I understand what the movie was going for because each of the stories begins when its lead character visits the antique shop and purchases an item and then that item supposedly becomes the central theme of the story.  However, in two cases, the item had nothing to do with the story.

The other weird thing was that the stories didn’t follow the same flow; in most of these anthology films, there’s a set up and a twist.  But in a couple of these, there is no twist to speak of.  And in one case, the twist didn’t really make sense or I just didn’t understand it.

The first tale begins when a man named Edward (David Warner) purchases an old mirror, conducts a seance and sees a weird dead guy in the mirror.  He tells him to go kill people to feed his hunger for souls until he is satisfied.  The set-ups and killings are cool; including several where he picks up hapless young ladies either off the street or in a dimly lit hippie club.  However, the story drops the ball with the ending.

The second one is the best even though it has nothing to do with the shop.  The lead character played by Jim Underwood steals a military medal he didn’t earn from the shop, takes it home, meets Ian Brennon on the street and has dinner with his family, plans a voodoo killing of his annoying wife and then marries the man’s daughter.  I’m not going to spoil the ending since it’s a doozy!

The third one is about a man who meets a medium on a train and she tells him that he has an “elemental” on his shoulder.  He can’t see it so naturally he thinks she’s crazy.  But later that day his wife starts experiencing the elemental’s presence through physical attacks and soon they call the medium to exercise the elemental.  It’s a neat story but the ending makes no sense at all.

The last one is the silliest.  William Seaton buys an antique door which he uses for his closet and the door opens another world.  There he is attacked by Sir Michael Sinclair (Jack Watson), some guy with a sword.  He destroys the door and world behind it.  The end.

I’m sorry.  This was probably the most boring review you’ve ever read.  Let me stress that I liked this movie because I like the atmosphere and the gothic sets in Hammer and Amicus films but I don’t recommend it to the discriminating movie watcher who cares about things making sense.

Van Der Graaf Generator

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special introductory paragraph
The Aerosol Grey Machine
The Least We Can Do Is Wave to Each Other
H to He Who Am the Only One
Pawn Hearts
Time Vaults
Godbluff
Still Life
Maida Vale
World Record
The Quiet Zone/The Pleasure Dome
Vital
Now and Then
Present
Real Time
Trisector
Live at the Paradiso
Live at Metropolis Studios 2010
A Grounding in Numbers
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Note: I apologize for this page being incomplete. I let it go live without reviewing every single album. If you click on a link and it doesn’t take you to an album or the review doesn’t exist yet, I’m working on it!

I first heard of Van Der Graaf Generator because Mark E. Smith, John Lydon and Nick Cave all claimed they were fans of the group.  Although now I absolutely love their stuff, initially I had trouble getting into them because their sound is so weird!  On one hand they appear to be just another progressive rock group to have emerged from some British art school in the late 60s that wanted to extrapolate on their chops and push the musical envelope a little further. However one listen to any of their classic albums tells a different story.

First of all singer/composer/guitarist/occasional pianist Peter Hammill has no ordinary voice. At times his singing is so high, feminine and wussy, he makes Jon Anderson seem like a tough guy while other times he caterwauls like a police siren or a screeching woodwind instrument while delivering his lyrics in a highly melodramatic fashion. Second of all, and although they would make their songs a tad more accessible, Van Der Graaf Generator songs tend to violently bounce between sublime, quiet piano music and ragingly loud, discordant, free jazz noise thanks to the musical skills of pianist/organist Hugh Banton, saxophonist/flutist David Jackson and percussionist Guy Evans.

And then there’s Peter Hammill’s lyrics; at times they’re clever and sophisticated like Brian Ferry, other times extremely bizarre and pseudo-philosophical and yet at other times, filled with self-pity. Personally though I prefer the ones about the killer fish at the bottom of the sea.

The Aerosol Grey Machine – Mercury – 1969

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Okay, I lied.  They didn’t start off with the aforementioned lineup.  The members listed on the back of The Aerosol Grey Machine include Peter Hammill, Hugh Banton and Guy Evans but, unfortunately, David Jackson wasn’t in the band yet.  Therefore there were no noisy sax blasts that would appear as early as their next album and make their music that much more fun.  Instead we have a Keith Ellis on bass and Jeff Peach on flute.

While there is definitely early signs of the type of music Van Der Graaf would become more famously known for throughout The Aerosol Grey Machine, for the most part, the album has a serene, late 60s vibe to it.  Most of the songs consist of pretty acoustic guitar strumming and simple, gentle melodies accompanied by piano and occasionally flute.  Banton’s Farfisa does appear on the album, especially on darker songs like “Necromancer”, the tail end of “Aquarian” and album closer, “Octopus” while “Into a Game” definitely uses sad minor notes.

But, overall the album is happy and hippie-dippie sounding.  There are “show-offy” moments of flute and organ solos but the beats and song structures remain pretty normal.  That’s okay though!  The songs are still great!  Peter Hammill’s unmistakable high pitch voice is already in place but he he doesn’t caterwaul and shout as aggressively as he would on subsequent releases.

On a lyrical tip, even here we see signs of what would come; specifically “Necromancer” is about a “white magician” warning off a those into the “black arts”, a theme which would be revisited as early as the group’s next album but, for the most part, it’s just hippies-laying-in-flower-field-la-dee-da lyrics.  It was the late 60s, whadaya want?

Did I mention the song “Necromancer”?  It goes, “I am the Necromancaaaaahhh!!!”  It’s cool!

The Least We Can Do Is Wave to Each Other – Charisma – 1970

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Apparently, The Least We Can Do Is Wave to Each Other is supposed to be the real Van Der Graaf Generator debut album; I guess the first one was supposed to be a Peter Hammill solo album but then the rest of the members became part of the official band?  This here second Van Der Graaf Generator album is closer to what you and I have come expect from the group and it’s AWESOME! I think one thing people other than me tend to not notice, if you replaced David Jackson’s saxophone with an electric guitar, Van Der Graaf Generator would sound like a slightly weirder heavy rock band. For the most part Jackson plays rhythm sax, preferring catchy riffs over endless soloing while Hugh Banton backs it up with little melodies on his keyboard. Goes to show that this band is more about sound, mood and melody than crazy arrangements and complicated time changes. There are a few on the album but none that seem to be too mind boggling, I don’t think.

The Least We Can Do Is Wave to Each Other consists of six songs of varying lengths. Most of them move from part to part in a natural but by no means boring fashion, with several building in intensity until coming to their cataclysmic conclusions. Both opener “Darkness (11/11)” and the Inquisition, persecution towards black and white magic practitioners epic “White Hammer” end with especially noisy, discord. I guess I should also mention that Van Der Graaf are slack on guitars; Hammill plays some catchy little, individual note melodies on his acoustic during the quieter parts of album closer “After the Flood” and Robert Fripp contributes some wicked, fuzzed out licks on “Whatever Would Robert Have Said?” but, as you might have guessed, the majority of the instrumentation is handled by sax and keyboard. Jackson also jams out on his flute along with playing corny, renaissance King Arthur melodies.

Possibly the biggest turnoffs for potential fans might be the songs “Refugees” and “Out of My Book.” The former is a soft, piano driven piece accompanied by high pitch, feminine singing and the latter contains aforementioned renaissance era flute. However, if you can see past that, then you might enjoy these for what they are; very pretty and melodious songs. Also check out Banton’s kewl church organ tones at the beginning of “White Hammer.”

And if you want a specific example of what deep, important matters concern Peter Hammill, check out these lyrics:

In the year 1486, the Malleus first appeared
Designed to kill all witchcraft and end the papal fears
Prescribing tortures to kill the black arts
And the hammer struck hard

Malleus Maleficarum slaughtered and tortured
All those under suspicion, as the inquisition ordered
Burning black hearts and innocents alike
Killing the mad, such was the power the hammer had

Though Hexenhammer was intended to slay only evil
Fear and anger against magic overspilled
They also killed those of the white

So for two centuries and more they tried to slay
Both the black and the white arts but spirits override pain
For every one that the torture took, two were hid secure
And so the craft, yes, it endured

Love and hate lived on in the face of fear
Hexenhammer’s force died
And the real power became clear

White Hammer no more is beaten, now it begins to beat
And the gray, once oppressor now at good hands, faces defeat
And the black, too, shall bow down to the power above
Black hate beats gray but supreme is
The white hammer of love, the white hammer of love

Some might say that those lyrics are nerdy.

H to He Who Am the Only One – Charisma – 1970

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H to He Who Am the Only One is a heavy album that doesn’t rely on distorted guitar riffs. That’s what makes this band so unique – that the saxophone is primarily a rhythm instrument, playing what would amount to heavy metal riffs if played on guitar.  Also H to He Who Am the Only One is the record that made me a fan. The big noticeable change from The Least We Can Do Is Wave to Each Other and H to He Who Am the Only One is an overall higher reliance on whacked out, abrupt time changes and way more instances of noisy free jazz. If I’m not mistaken these elements are what many find off-putting about the band and possibly why people like John Lydon and Mark E. Smith like them so much.

For instance, opening track “Killer” begins with this killer, angry riff played on sax and organ.  A brooding voice then sings “So you live at the bottom of the sea and you kill all that comes near you/but you’re very lonely because all the other fish fear you/and you crave companionship and someone to call your own/because for the whole of your life, you’ve been living alone” before the organ plays a tense, dramatic build up and then the first verse comes back in, followed by the organ part and then it changes to this happier, rockin’ part and then the crazy sax part comes in, prompting my friend Zach to remark, “Edwin, it’s too early and I’m too hung over for this free jazz freak out!” Also, both Ian O’Brian and I noticed how the end of each line, where Hammill goes, “you-oo-oo-oo-oo-oooo” sounds a little like the end of the “Iron Man” riff.

After a brief, six minute detour into the soft, piano ballad “House with No Door”, the rest of the album caries on in similar fashion as “Killer.” All of the songs (including “House with No Door”) are great but individual parts are worth noting – the whirling, organ intro and similarly noisy Hammond breakdown to “Lost”, the flute/organ interplay and tense, angry build ups in “The Emperor in His War Room”, the spacey noises and driving riff in “Pioneers over C” and many other fine examples!

And yes, it may be difficult to take Peter Hammill seriously with his overwrought and melodramatic vocals and ridiculous lyrics like “live by sword and you will die so/all your paths shall come to naught” but I’ve personally come to enjoy his vocals and lyrics quite a bit. Especially the man blasting off and getting lost in space theme of “Pioneers over C”, which takes place in the futuristic year of 1983, no less!

“It is so dark around, no life, no hope, no sound!”

Pawn Hearts – Charisma -1971

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I don’t know which album I’d tell someone to listen to first if suggesting a Van Der Graaf Generator album because between what I and other people prefer differs but if I’m trying to make someone vehemently hate the band, there’s no better album to do that with than Pawn Hearts.

It’s not as if the group was particularly accessible in the first place but this three song, 45 minute long LP is one dense and challenging piece of work!  When I first heard the album, I immediately liked the noisier bits.  The album’s opening track “Lemmings (Including Cog)” starts with a soft part, prompting a lady friend of mine to laugh out loud and exclaim, “is that a GUY?” but then the noisy “dee-do, dee-da” part abruptly comes in and the song gets all loud and the sax starts bleating away but then it gets quiet again.  And it’s this ugly/pretty, loud/quiet, scary/pleasant motif which dominates the record.

When the songs aren’t loud, Hammill sings in his wussy, high pitched voice over light piano melodies or acoustic guitars for minutes at a time.  What the hell is this crap?  And it sure doesn’t help that the third song “A Plague of Lighthouse Keepers” is a 23 minute, ten part medley!  You have to listen closely to suss enjoyment out of the record but it sure does pay off. There are a lot of things to listen for – bits, dodads, sounds, melodies, Hammill’s “ah-ah-ah-ah” imitating the distorted Farfisa organ during the loud part in “Man Erg” for instance, the sound of the ship horn in the fourth minute of “…Lighthouse Keepers”

I guess you can say Hammill uses his voice as an instrument, going up and down the note scale as a saxophone or trumpet might do. I guess this influenced John Lydon’s singing style in Public Image Ltd. 

And check out some of these lyrics. They’re surprisingly violent and dark!

“Greasy machinery slides on the rails
young minds and bodies on steal spokes impaled
cogs tearing bones
cogs tearing bones
iron-throated monsters are forcing the screams
mind and machinery box press the dreams.”

“But stalking in my cloisters bang the acolytes of doom
and Death’s Head throws his cloak into the corner of my room.”

“When you see the skeletons of sailing-ship spars sinking low
you’ll begin to wonder if the points of all the ancient myths are solemnly directed straight… at… you…”

Indeed Hammill’s lyrics are philosophical and apocalyptic but I’ll be damned if I understand what they’re about!

Then the band broke up and got back together a few years later.

The Battle of Love’s Return (1971)

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Remember how when I reviewed Lloyd Kaufman’s first film, The Girl Who Returned, and I said the main reason I gave it 3 out of 4 is because I was just so excited to see an early student short from the creator of the Troma universe (don’t get me wrong, I still liked the film but don’t know how much many others would)?  Well, in this case, the 3 out of 4 grading comes from more of an objective viewpoint (well, as objective as you can be when you’re expressing your own opinion but still).  I actually do recommend the film provided that you know these two caveats: Lloyd Kaufman is a shitty actor and The Battle of Love’s Return is a Godard/Brecht inspired “art film.”

I use “art film” in ironic quotes more to attack the notion of the “art film” rather than to say that The Battle of Love’s Return isn’t art, get me?  In spite the humorous looking poster, this film is comedy in the loose sense.  There are funny moments but the overall objective, I do not think, is just to make you laugh or something.

But first, before we get to it, let me explain something.  The common folk view Troma as a z-movie company who offer nothing more than a few cheap laughs from lousy films.  The slightly more astute film watcher catches that Lloyd Kaufman is actually a good filmmaker and employs his knowledge of film history in his work, often making inside references such as the Buster Keaton gag in The Toxic Avenger Part III: The Last Temptation of Toxie, where the Toxic Avenger attempts to kill himself by standing in front of a tunnel anticipating getting hit by an automobile only to realize the approaching headlights come from a pair of motorcyclists who pass by on either side of him.

And then there are assholes such as me and some French people who go as far as to call Kaufman’s work Brechtian.  YOU might excuse the lack of continuity, non-seamless direction and cheap special effects as bad film making but I give my man the benefit of the doubt and say some of that is deliberate.  Or as Lloyd Kaufman once put it; “continuity is for pussies.”

So what does this have to do with The Battle of Love’s Return?  Well the film jumps back and forth between the minimal narrative to interviews with the actors.  The interviews are shot in black and white and you can hear the crew yell at Kaufman during the filming of these scenes.  The story concerns perpetual loser Abercrombie (Kaufman), who struggles at every turn to fit in, do a job correctly or just win the affections of “Dream Girl” (Lynn Lowery) who angrily calls him a joker after he attempts and fails to operate an elevator.  Elsewhere Abercrombie tries to help an old lady cross a busy street and in turn, receives her abuse.  At other times he tries to join a group of hippies and the military only to be rejected by both groups.

The narrative portions are okay but the meat of the film comes from the interviews some of which include Lynn Lowery pre-Shivers, a hippie beatnik street poet, a Socialist party member turned preacher, an adult bookstore owner and an old lady who immigrated from somewhere in Eastern Europe (I forgot the specifics since it’s been a week since I’ve seen it so I apologize for that one).  There were probably a couple others I don’t remember but I’m reproducing this from memory so don’t shoot me if I forgot anyone.

And, again, if you’re on the Easter egg hunt, look out for a young Oliver Stone somewhere in this movie.

Satanis: The Devil’s Mass (1969)

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I understand that Satanis is supposed to be viewed as camp since its video and DVD distributor is Something Weird and not Criterion.  And furthermore, this documentary about Church of Satan founder Anton LaVey is plagued with the typical problems –  mainly there are too many talking heads and it’s boring as fuck – but, if a documentary’s primary purpose is to inform and teach you something you didn’t know, then it certainly accomplished that.

I don’t take Satanism any more seriously than voodoo, white magic, black magic or witchcraft.  I throw them all in the same juvenile pot of goofiness that serves as a bit of fun on Halloween (or hell, any time!) and that’s about it.  And I’m assuming my ultra hip, post modern friends feel the same way.  However, I’m not everybody and henceforth, it’s come to my understanding that real Satanic cults have actually murdered people and there were those church burnings in Norway from the black metal kids (yeah, I know they’re not Satanists.  They’re Odinists).  And then I saw this:

If you didn’t watch the clip, basically, Anton LaVey’s daughter Zeena and her husband or fiance Nicholas Schreck are self proclaimed Satanists and Social Darwinists; they apparently held a faux-fascist rally in which they watched the video of the Tate-Labianca murders and they rationalize the Holocaust as a reaction against the Judeo-Christian influence on modern society.  And I thought; is this what Anton LaVey taught them?

NO, NO and NO again!!!

Initially, when I saw Anton LaVey’s photograph, I pictured him as a humorless “intellectual” who speaks really slowly and tries to be philosophical.  But nothing could be further from the truth!  In spite of his “evil” demeanor, he’s a jolly, slightly overweight guy who talks about the Church of Satan and his beliefs like you would talk about the football game!  I mean, he’s right isn’t he?  The Christian church makes you feel guilty for having premarital sex or being a homosexual.  And he stands against that.  All of his followers are hippie weirdos who enjoy a good ol’ romp in the sack and hanging out in dimly lit rooms.  And their attitudes are very liberal; quite the opposite of those held by his daughter and Nicholas Schreck.  At first I thought, “what got lost in translation?”  Then I realized: Zeena LaVey isn’t very smart.

Like I said, the documentary is very boring.  Out of 86 minutes, at least 30 could have been cut.  There is just too much talking!  But some of LaVey’s buddies sure are fun!  There are a couple of queers, an adorable old lady who blatantly proclaims “I hate bigotry in all its forms” and what I think is a lady but looks like Mick Jagger with saggy boobs.  And I know this because she/it did her/its interviews naked.

On the plus side we get to see inside a Satanic mass which did not include the spilling of goats blood or live human sacrifices.  Instead the mass scenes included Anton LaVey wearing a hat with devil horns, some people wearing funny Halloween masks, a few naked people leaning up against an inverted pentagram and a few folks chanting their gibberish as the proceedings went on.  Some of them even looked a little embarrassed on camera.  There’s also a segment addressing the story of when LaVey adopted a baby lion; “it was cute at first since it was like a big cat but those things grow up.”  Hahahaha!!!

The funniest segments, however, were the interviews with LaVey’s neighbors.  All of them treat him and his “church” as a case of an overgrown manchild living in a world of his own creation.  Also, why can’t he cut his damn lawn?  It’s too funny.

Hail Satan!