Missing Foundation

Le lien entre les terroristes industriels/ squatteurs new-yorkais Missing Foundation et les émeutes de Thompskins Square, 1988. Grosse découverte, réédition vinyle imminente . (Merci Zach.)

Ausmuteants - Spit on the cat

AUSMUTEANTS ne sonnent pas toujours comme les cousins australiens de TAULARD, mais sur ce morceau, le son aiguë/ naïf/ mélodieux du synthé rends la comparaison trop tentante.

Good Throb - Culture Vulture

Good Throb ne sonnent ni comme du punk anti-humain (No Trend, etc) ni comme un groupe riot grrl, mais comme une mutation née de ces deux "courants" - un enfant teigneux parvenu à mixer tout ce qu'il y avait de frais dans le côté bancal des compiles Messthetics avec tout ce qu'il devrait y avoir de haine, d'agression, de cynisme et de déception envers le monde moderne dans un groupe punk digne de ce nom. Cette version de Culture Vulture est extraite de leur deuxième 7" récemment sorti sur Muscle Horse.

Action Swingers - Miserable Life

On reste sur Total Punk avec la face A du récent single des new-yorkais d'Action Swingers, groupe relativement mythique de par ses connexions indirectes avec Sonic Youth, Pussy Galore, Peter Bagge ou autres noms respectés chez les boutonneux de la "culture autrefois alternative" américaine. Ce morceau, sorti en CD dans les années 90, n'avait jamais été édité en vinyle: Total Punk a souhaité réparer cette petite tragédie pour les 300 fans de Flipper qui ne pouvaient vivre sans leur bout de plastique estampillé "Miserable Life", opération de dépoussiérage ayant remis au goût du jour ce semi-classique du punk nihiliste/ répétitif école No Trend/ Drunk With Guns/ (et donc) Flipper, désormais écoutable en ligne pour tous ceux qui préfèrent les restos aux vinyles mais qui, après le repas, ont tout de même besoin d'un riff monomaniaque ou d'un solo bruitiste pour se remettre de la proximité prolongée avec un trop grand nombre de créatures humaines broutant leurs salades.

The Sleaze - Tektonix Girls

The Sleaze est un de ces groupes que l'on n'a pas forcément envie d'aimer (le nom est à chier, les titres de chansons ridicules, les artworks pas terribles, etc) mais qui s'impose à nous par la seule force d'un élément ô combien novateur: sa musique. Parmi les morceaux imparables du groupe, il y avait PCP, il y avait Weird Truck, il y a maintenant l'horriblement nommé Tektonix Girls, qui parvient à annihiler toute résistance chez le pauvre auditeur exigeant/ intègre sur la seule base de son petit pont/ thème de guitare à deux notes entêtant au possible. Alors tant pis si la voix du chanteur a perdu 70% de morve depuis les 45 tours, tant pis s'il sonne comme un pauvre Roméo de boîte de nuit garage rock parisienne, tant pis si on a envie de lui mettre des claques, tant pis si...

A l'attaque du rien

Les journées courtes

Earth people are just here, that’s all. They’re just concerned with eatin’ and sleepin’ and sex and dope and politics and religion and philosophy and they’re not concerned with anything else because they don’t see why it’s necessary. Whereas celestial beings see they can’t be chained to so-called depravity. Angels like their minds and spirits to take wings. They’re always movin’ forward. They’re artistically inclined. They find food in lookin’ at a picture or they find food in hearin’ a beautiful song or a beautiful poem or lookin’ at a beautiful dance or just seein’ a person smile. They find food in that. But Earth people, they just find food in food.

Quote from Sun Ra interview in Ratcharge 25 (reprinted from Downbeat mag), insane picture lifted from this article.

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"Anyone can play hip-hop but it takes a certain type of talent to be a Pussy dog"

(From MRR #359)

Last month my favorite mag, The Filthy Philosopher, featured an article exploring the reasons why there is such a divide between those who take punk-rock seriously and those who don’t. Very interesting subject – I mean sure punk is serious and important, but it’s also the most blatantly stupid thing ever (when you think about it, a bunch of teenagers and adults-dressed-as-teenagers collecting dumb artifacts and jumping on each other every Saturday night instead of getting proper jobs ain’t no Black Panther Party or Red Army, right) so why not chill about it once in a while? If you’ve been reading this column regularly you’re probably aware of the fact that I’m some kind of modern beatnik, so it won’t be a surprise when I say that it’s all about balance, one more time – some bands are dead serious (Seein’ Red, Infest, Crudos), some are serious but in a super sarcastic, black humored way (Feederz, Crucifucks, OWAB) and some are just plain retarded (Tampax, the Wankys, most KBD stuff), and they’re all important in their own ways. Would you find it weird to read a Paul Auster novel just before watching a South Park episode, or think about the war in Libya while farting in your shower? Then why would it be strange to enjoy Crass and the Last Sons Of Krypton?

Anyway, this month I got an interview with a band of the dead serious kind, and this band is called the Pussy Dogs. I got in touch with Chris, Dom and Ryan after streaming the shit out of their first two 7”s, which you should definitely go and listen to next time you’re feeling heavy-hearted – they sing about love and romance and being a pussy dog and all that crucial stuff any punk can relate to, and their garage junk is complimented by some pissraw recording that will make any Reatards fan positively happy. Since I’m French and never understand the super clever band names you Americans always come up with, my first question was an obvious choice:

What the hell is a Pussy Dog? 
Chris: I have no idea
Dom: If you don't know now you never will.
Ryan: A bad mother fucker. With balls of steel and skin like silk.

Why did you start this band and what do you get out of it? 
Chris: Ryan told us that we were going to be in a band with him called The Pussy Dogs. We are all good friends and have many enjoyable moments.
Ryan: I started the band to get respect and girls to lay down with me and so far I have gotten nothing out of it.

Tell us something about your daily life. 
Chris: I live in a squat in Philadelphia located under the Ben Franklin Bridge. I have a dog that I sleep with who fights off the rats who try to steal me and my food. My most important possession is my guitar.
Dom: I live with my Mom in the suburbs and she doesn't know about the band. She would kick me out if she did.
Ryan: I live in a nice four bedroom in Philadelphia that I pay for with my disability checks. Good neighborhood, good school district, a real nice place to start a family.

On your two records you look very different - one cover you look like 60s garage rock kids, the next you look like KBD scumbags. What happened, did you just grow some balls in between the two records? 

Chris: Growing up I was always well dressed in a suit, until one day I was kidnapped by drug dealers who beat me if I do not dress in punk with chains to defend myself.
Dom: We lost our virginity
Ryan: Always had balls, now we got a little hair on ‘em.

Is there a lot of interest for your band in America? Like, do you sell a lot of records and get a lot of offers for shows? Where I'm from everyone listens to hip-hop. Do you like hip-hop? 
Chris: There is no interest in our band in America. We sell more records to Europe than America. Anyone can play Hip Hop but it takes a certain type of talent to be a Pussy dog
Dom: The only people who like us are the people who hear us online.
Ryan: I don’t think we've sold a single record at a show in our whole lives. Filthy Amerikkkan swine are too stupid to get it.

What's the worst show you've ever played? 
Chris: We have had so many bad shows it is hard to choose one. We frequently clear out rooms and basements when we play. One of the worst was a show where Dom was in jail and I had to play drums instead of guitar and Ryan played guitar and we sounded bad.
Ryan: Dom got arrested for nonviolent protest, fight the occupation.
Dom: One show where Chris couldn't make it so Ryan played guitar and we dressed up as Women.

My friend said your song “If you told me you love me (then why won't you go down on me?” has a rather sexist title, but if you get down on the girl too I guess it's only fair. What do you think of this touchy subject? 
Ryan: Not sexist. Prior to writing this song I had three girlfriends who refused to stick their head down there, two of whom refused to let me go down on them, because they thought it was “gross”. But if you truly love someone and are sensitive to their needs and desires, these inhibitions can't exist. I would let my girlfriend fart in my mouth if that’s what she wanted, that’s how much I care. “Going down” is representative of anything in a relationship that might be difficult or taboo and needs to be overcome in order to share real love.

I first heard about your band in Maximum Rock'n'roll. What do you think of this magazine? 
Chris: Maximum Rock'n'roll has some good information but I don't read it often.
Dom: Got nothing but love for it
Ryan: Much love to Max RnR. Pussy Dogs would be six-feet-under in a wooden box if it weren't for MRR breathing life into our herpes plagued mouth.

Any message of hope you wanna send to your international fans? 
Chris: No hope
Dom: If you want to be successful get into Hip Hop
Ryan: Get out now while you still can. The American dream is alive and well.

thepussydogs.bandcamp.com