Sunday, December 20, 2009

Don't Blame Me, I Don't Blame You...

It's funny that in a world where everything is at your disposal at your fingertips within seconds, that there's so many unknowns out there and for one reason or another, bands that came and went and were left in the dark. After spinning my copy of the Bloodstains Across California lp the other day, i came to the conclusion that the Reign Of Terror songs has to be not only one of the best on it, but personally one of my favorite tracks that's still basically unknown to folks. Maybe this has to do with the fact that they probably couldn't even give these away when they were released, hence it's scaricity or maybe it has to do with the fact that it was such a weird release for its time and location. There's no doubt about it, the A side "Don't Blame Me" is a total killer and the gem of this single, but 'having said that' (thank you Larry David) it still doesn't sound like your typical So Cal punk song from the early 80's. What makes this record really off from some others of its time though is the flipside "Big Things" which has more of a glam metal / hard rock feel to it. While it doesn't really sound the least bit punk, I have to say that it's still a total rager and a total oddity that compliments the A side. Released on R.O.T. records in 1983, i wouldn't be surprised if there's still a batch of these sitting around collecting dust in one or the members closets and speaking of which, one of the members possibly played along side Chuck Dukowski (Black Flag) in WURM. And if the songs weren't good enough for you, just check out the intense artwork, particularly the back cover. For the time being CRUD CRUD blog has the 2 tracks up for download which is suggest you look into after you sell me your copy of this...

Thursday, December 17, 2009

Has the edge gone dull?

Having made some promises that i was bringing back this nonsense, i guess it's better that i follow up to my post late than never bother again. Though i also decided that i was to talk less about new jams that i've dug out of bins or had posted to me in the mail, it never really works out that way, does it? In fact, this month has been particularly good for me and crossing some diddies off the want list, despite being on the far east of the country and away from any real choice spots to dig for some hidden gems. Scaling through the pages of the online market place every few days have turned up next to shit (as they usually do, unless you're prepared to shell out for the big "hitters"), but i still feel inclined to go scope out some things there that i might get a deal on. Who knows, sometimes people get lucky? Ok, i'll be the first to admit that most youth crew is pretty much disposable, but the fact remains that i've alway had a small spot in my collection for the first wave of these bands circa 87-89. Most i've come across casually over the years, i.e. the early presses of the Youth Of Today, first press of the Judge 7" and even some other things that would cause manic laughter amongst some more "known" collector scum. I can't help it, some of this stuff is just too great, unlike the horrible acts that followed them. But despite all this time searching, i was never able to track down a copy of the 2nd Chain Of Strength ep " What Holds Us Apart", which as it should be know, is much superior than the band's debut which i feel gets a little too much praise. Ok, so i'm lying a bit. I did find a copy for fairly cheap when i was in Japan, but being unemployed at the time and promising myself that i would buy mostly Japanese records, i decided to pass on it. But that, like many other times, was a moment i should have bit the bullet and just gone for it. No dice.


So low and behold, a few weeks ago i should find a copy newly listed on da bay from a guy who must have been selling most of his teenage phases away, judging by the other records he had listed. Not really into his insane Buy It Now prices, i decided that i would send the kid an offer which i figured he would turn down since it was more of a lowball than what i'd normally offer for a record's going rate. Well, Jr must have been hard up for bills because soon enough it was in the mailbox and on it's way to my ice cold mitts. Who says there aren't deals still to be had? Especially when you're dealing with a record that every suburban white brat is trying to get every insane variation of before he graduates high school and heads off to the frat house. Yeesh. Maybe that's why so many people were annoyed with me moshing in my friend Zoe's kitchen this summer when someone put True Til Death on the stereo? Come on douchebags, what did you really expect?

In other news, thankfully i will be leaving my small hometown dwelling soon and be unboxing my goods in my new home of Halifax. This of course would not be before i had a chance to fly back to Toronto for a week and cause some much needed trouble at my old haunts. And of course, somewhere in there i'll be quitting my shotty factory job and be looking around for something better until school starts up next fall. I think the only things i'll be missing about Truro for the time being will be (as expected) my pal Riggins, a Coffee /Hot Turkey Sandwich combo from Fletchers Diner and finally, the east coast kitchen parties with George Hardy and his terrible bottle of Wiser's whiskey in his freezer. How i hate that bottle. As for things in the city, i'll be excited to be able to get back to life in general after being in the middle of nothingness for a few months. Lotta plans, but most importantly i'm looking forward to crafting the perfect current tape that has been building in my noggin for the past few months while my records sit in the basement and my cassette deck remains unplugged. Hey, i gotta have a good soundtrack to unpack my garbage to, right? Riggins refuses to disagree...




Thursday, November 5, 2009

I Keep On Runnin', But I Can't Get Away...

Hey ho to all the mutant goons that missed me. I've had other things that have taken priority over me ramblin' on the internet about various scores and cool new tunes that have found their way into my hands. I never really wanted that, but that's why i think i'm opening the floodgates again for some more nonsense. I've had a rather large move back to my homeland of eastern canada recently and not only do i find myself with a bit more time on my hands, but i'm also lacking in any halfway decent record hole where i can dig for hours and hours to pull out some total gems. It's for those reasons that i've not only decided to resurrect my postings, but also agreed with myself to spread out the posts from just me talking about scoring rarities from a far corners of the earth. I don't quite think i have my shit together enough to compile an physical zine, even though the thought has popped into my head enough times that i probably should, but instead i figured it'd be easiest to bring the "Garbage" blog back to life until i become overwhelmed with responsibilities once more. Gotcha? Fuk rite on.

But i should admit, in all that has been going on and without any wonderful record stores at my disposal, i'm still buying as many legit platters as my wallet can keep up with. Somehow, i manage to still get rid of alot of my pennies. I guess it makes sense that growing up in the good ol NS taught me mailorder was a good allie for any struggling punk rock youth fighting the isolation out here. Of course, i've taken this on again and have been keeping up with a healthy amount of trades, private purchases and everyone's favorite, the online market place.

The Crux / Crash 12" on No Future was one of the last essential records on the label that i needed to track down and unfortunately for me, probably one of my favorites. Many a time i could have easily dropped the ball and just shelled out for one, but i decided to stick to my guns and hope for the cheapish copy that i knew was to be found at any given minute. The Crux tracks are total perfection for anyone who gives a damn about UK82 in any sort of light as i'd say it's a nice mix of that and early hooligan music like the Cockney Rejects. I'd even go as far as stating it'd be a good starting point for anyone looking to get into punk music in general. Sadly, the legacy of Crux was just these 4 songs and one more on the NF comp A Country Fit For Heroes, but i'd say it's a hell of a one to leave. While these tracks might as well be tattooed on my brain by now, i hadn't managed to hear the Crash tracks in all these years since i figured i'd be listening soon enough when i finally scored one of my top wants. Anyhoo, with CS on tour in the jolly UK in the summer of hate (isn't that 2008?) our driver / good friend Cootington Smythe mentioned that he might have one around in his basement somewhere, left over stock from when he used to own a record store. While i was promised that he'd hook me up, we lost contact for a while and i kept on the hunt. Flash forward to a couple weeks ago when i received an email out of the blue from Cooter and sure enough, he'd found my record. Meanwhile, while i was glad to cross that one off the list and hearing the Crash tracks finally (not bad at all, especially Fight For Your Life! The rest leave a bit to be desired though. Apparently this was an ep in itself before No Future picked it up and put out the split, but i've never seen one.), i had won an auction for another record that i'd be holding out on due to the stupid current prices it had been fetching. That would be the first RUDE KIDS single, Raggare Is A Bunch Of Motherfuckers (on Polydor of all labels? ) which is a mid tempo'd swedish assault, rough as hell and tough as nails while all the while still carrying a great tune! This diddy has been posted on countless blogs, so do yourself a favor and put a search engine to good work for you and your ears. The first 3 singles from these RUDE shits are a good point for anyone who wants to hear some classic swedish stuff that doesn't sounds like our friends Anti Cimex or thee SHITLICKERS. In fact, i'm still hankering for the two follow up singles to this (Stranglers and Absolute Ruler) so someone better step up to plate and get in touch. Can't say i was any less but tickled pink when this showed up in my mail box the other day. Apparently a leftover stock copy from Cory Rusk's distro? Sure, but it won't beat the time i sold a SEX VID record to Keith Morris.

I'll also mention that as per usual on Halloween, CS played the Halloween Fucked Up Weekend this year in my old stomping grounds of Toronto and not only did i have an amazing time, i was also welcomed back with more than a warm welcome from old friends. It was good times to enjoy real coffee again, flip through some record bins, eat some delicious food and see a few bands in the process. Two of which included the CRO MAGS (Twice) and the first reformation of YOUTH YOUTH YOUTH, both of which were probably the best bands i've seen in recent memory. Anyways, i leave you with a bit of that YYY set. Sorry to the person who was shooting it. That was without a doubt, me stagediving directly on top of the camera.