tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-308986292011-04-21T19:47:59.841-07:00Cool Dude QuarterlyAn Exhaustive Excavation of Egregious EsotericaAAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04684446369677739130noreply@blogger.comBlogger341100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30898629.post-47801732061425823902009-03-01T14:00:00.003-07:002009-03-02T08:18:18.630-07:00Dearest friends:
This is a year-end recap, recently submitted to the fine folks over at Terminal-Boredom. I know it's inexcusable that I continue to spoil them and insist on treating you so shoddily. I apologize. I'm desperately trying to right some wrongs.
Without further ado, a shuttered lens takes aim.
2008 was a wash. Total it up as twelve more months spent fomented in the slumgullion: AAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04684446369677739130noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30898629.post-49664717254686562462008-08-03T10:30:00.008-07:002009-03-02T08:13:46.548-07:00Blame it on my hiatus, but it's totally reprehensible that I still haven't hipped y'all to the web presences of the Endtables and Vicious Visions. Do yourself a favor, nose around their pages and then drop them a big thank you—Bo and (the mysterious) St. should be commended for raising public awareness and enriching the interweb simultaneously. We don't deserve them.
PS: If those Endtables AAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04684446369677739130noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30898629.post-47577910738113340162008-07-19T21:30:00.005-07:002008-07-20T01:18:33.207-07:00 Huh!?
You want an explanation for the lapse? OK. Let's chalk it up to me being preoccupied. The truth is that I've been way too busy hawking merchandise for ample scratch, trying hard not to think about music and thinking even less about this masturbatory li'l mile-marker. My stereo up and died somewhere in there, too—took me nearly ten months to bother replacing it. One could view that with a AAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04684446369677739130noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30898629.post-55582224570429794062007-09-22T09:00:00.000-07:002007-09-24T15:33:14.387-07:00Clinic - I.P.C. Subeditors Dictate Our Youth + 2 EP (Aladdin's Cave of Golf, 1997)
Some friends from up north came to town last night and insisted on taking me out drinking. Copious amounts of alcohol were consumed and the residual damage is an unerring, throbbing pulse that’s jarring my brain loose—oh, and the downy-soft pelt currently blanketing my tongue is new, too. Li’l ol’ teetotalin’ me AAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04684446369677739130noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30898629.post-36547641731708738042007-09-11T10:00:00.001-07:002007-09-11T07:20:52.568-07:00Whew! It's weirdly comforting to get back to this after not really thinking about it for the past month.
Isn't it wunnerful how life has a knack for hurling a barrage of sundry complications at precisely the same moment? Let's hope that that's the end of my extra-curriculars for the time being, as I've got a surplus amount of plans in store for the next few months; specifically, another round ofAAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04684446369677739130noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30898629.post-52602119902681372302007-09-11T10:00:00.000-07:002007-09-11T11:41:02.824-07:00Siggy Magic and the Hey-Hoe Band - Commercials for Free EP (Own, 1978)
Can·a·da [kan-uh-duh] –noun: A country whose contributions to the punk vernacular rarely extend beyond tepid pop excursions or the substandard aping of their southerly neighbors.
Now, now, before any Canadian aficionados feel unduly provoked and start spouting lines like “Hasn’t this asshole ever heard of the Neos, Dayglo AAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04684446369677739130noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30898629.post-10943771039177702412007-08-13T09:00:00.001-07:002007-08-13T05:41:37.647-07:00DUDES,
CDQ is on temporary hiatus until my 60+ hr workweeks subside and I can resume my previous, slovenly pace. Don't fret, I should be back relatively soon.
It does fill my heart with glee, however, to announce that the second Myoclonic Records release (in conjunction with Hilo, Hawaii's Almost Ready Records) has just arrived. So Cow's Moon Geun Young 45 should appeal to any reader who holds AAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04684446369677739130noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30898629.post-39934467484618804332007-07-30T09:00:00.000-07:002007-09-11T06:50:25.409-07:00The Pack - Com'on b/w Nobody Can Tell Us (Vinyl, 1978)
Top-tier schiesserpunk platter from a guttersnipe trio of reformed pimps and progrockers who enjoyed a modicum of posthumous popularity in recent years. Their self-titled longplayer, subsequently reissued by Incognito, elicited a polarized reaction among the great unwashed; however, there’s no denying the majesty of this, their earlier 45. AAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04684446369677739130noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30898629.post-88096604826052105952007-07-21T09:00:00.001-07:002009-03-01T21:35:55.192-07:00Particles - Advanced Colouring EP (EMI Custom, 1980)
Sorry, no time for blathering this week, but you can check out the write-up I did on this band's earlier disc a few months back. This, the band's sophomore effort, isn't nearly as good as the first; though, it's a lot harder to turn up and it's (again) one of those annoying EMI Custom press jobs that band members and people in the know place AAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04684446369677739130noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30898629.post-69739628171335360372007-07-14T09:00:00.001-07:002009-03-01T21:40:08.378-07:00Fall-Outs - Here I Come EP (Regal Select, 1989)
Alright, I have no intention of spoiling you this week or bumping up my minimal level of productivity, so I’ll make this update brief:
Hyperkinetic four-track slab of slash’n’twang garage speed that ranks as some of the best music to travel across Puget Sound since the Sonics last trod its shores. There’s a punk-like propulsion, ample nods to modAAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04684446369677739130noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30898629.post-44608081063410555012007-07-10T09:00:00.000-07:002007-07-12T17:57:48.744-07:00NEWS FLASH!
Here's a quick update to let y'all know about this recent email that effectively set my cockles aglow:
So after diving back into the Gregg Turner tome, I was inspired to not only dig out one of my favorite bits of ephemera but scan 'em for you. This shit makes me laugh every time I see it.
It turns out that this blog's über-fan was so moved by my recent GT Q&A that he felt AAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04684446369677739130noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30898629.post-2079755604836682982007-07-06T09:00:00.000-07:002007-07-09T00:41:15.972-07:00Supercharger - Sooprize Package for Mr. Mineo b/w South City Psyco (Super*Teem, 1996)
Supercharger - Icepick b/w Want It Bad (Pre-BS, 1992)
Gather ‘round kids as I park it on the porch and wax nostalgic like a doddering ol’ feeb about those honest and true days of pre-pointundclick musical dissemination. Listen to me reminisce fondly about a time when my acquaintanceship with an ace cut like AAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04684446369677739130noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30898629.post-46044180628309892682007-07-04T09:00:00.000-07:002007-09-08T18:17:45.880-07:00Well, that concludes the unholy trinity of interviews which sprang up as a dawdling impulse and quickly metamorphosed into the most fun this blog has offered me thus far. I’d like to extend my sincerest gratitude and appreciation to Ronn, Gregg and Mort for taking the time out and putting up with some sickeningly fanboy-ish adulation. The accomplishments and continued efforts of these three AAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04684446369677739130noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30898629.post-22567595529846015252007-06-30T09:00:00.000-07:002007-07-06T22:39:18.304-07:00A Ten Question Q&A with GREGG TURNER
Hold it! HOLD IT!!! Now I know y’all are miffed thinking that I’ve shirked my responsibility and neglected to update this thing, but, truth be told, this week’s installment has had me flustered; completely bogged down in a viscous mire of gee, shucks-isms and bashful slavering even. It’s hard trying to play it cool around a guy whose band I consider to be an AAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04684446369677739130noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30898629.post-22049661621949624032007-06-23T09:00:00.000-07:002007-06-25T20:50:48.623-07:00The Endtables - Process of Elimination EP (Tuesday, 1979)
The Endtables - White Glove Test b/w Trick or Treat (Self Destruct, 1991)
It’s the sound from nowhere that we dig the most. The infrequent, furtive grumble expulsed from the void which posits that isolation and inspiration often share a mutually inclusive relationship. Sometimes we’re rewarded with middling results like the Fucking FlyingAAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04684446369677739130noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30898629.post-40216050019919907082007-06-09T09:00:00.000-07:002007-06-12T19:01:43.342-07:00 A Ten Question Q&A with MORT TODD
Mort Todd is an artist whose career is inextricably linked with everything that’s unseemly and subversive about American culture. By the age of 23, he’d infamously risen through the ranks at Cracked and had succeeded in assembling a cadre of cartoonists bent on recreating the halcyon age of MAD. Todd’s irreverent covers for the Back From the Grave series would AAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04684446369677739130noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30898629.post-89353491178652880712007-06-02T09:00:00.000-07:002007-06-03T23:16:14.653-07:00 A Ten Question Q&A with RONN SPENCER
Arizona’s hidden treasure isn’t the Thing in the desert or the Martian landscape that is Sedona or even the Wig-o-Rama in downtown Tucson. No, its real contribution resides in an unassuming, wiry sexagenarian whose intellect, wit and vitriol is an inspirational reminder that you can get older and still keep your teeth plenty sharp. Ronn Spencer has lived theAAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04684446369677739130noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30898629.post-40931355190670767792007-05-26T09:00:00.000-07:002007-06-02T22:33:58.302-07:00Caravelles – Lovin’ Just My Style b/w Self Service (Onacrest, 1966)
Upper echelon 60’s fuzz from AZ and it’s easily one of the top records excavated from our Paleolithic period. A copper state treasure that’s no less noble and splendid than the Cactus Wren or Kangaroo Rat. Although they’re rumored to exist, I’ve never seen a stock copy of this 45 and I’m skeptical about there having been AAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04684446369677739130noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30898629.post-53744397545269123752007-05-19T09:00:00.000-07:002007-05-19T22:25:30.271-07:00The Users – Kicks in Style b/w Dead on Arrival (Warped, 1978)
Second 45 by these deceptively American-sounding UK punkers who’re probably best remembered for their appearance on Killed by Death #1 and the fact that their debut single was the first release on the UK’s preeminent punk rock imprint: Raw Records. These brits certainly didn’t fall prey to the sophomore slump + they even managed to AAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04684446369677739130noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30898629.post-52490991519767370782007-05-12T09:00:00.000-07:002007-05-19T22:13:23.017-07:00Fun 4 – Singing in the Showers + 2 EP (NMC, 1980)
The recent passing of 4/30 had me thinking about the punk rock paeans penned about this fussbudget and whether they might've been enough to assuage his worries as he tearfully buffed his jackboots in the bunker. Sure, you've got Adolph, You Beauty! or They Saved Hitler's Brain or They Saved Hitler's Cock, even, but don't you think that these AAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04684446369677739130noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30898629.post-29459198373505097752007-04-30T09:00:00.000-07:002007-05-01T04:33:25.838-07:00Cool Dude Quarterly seeks ace boon coons!
Dearest friends,
Wow, I'm brimming with joy, positively beaming, even, cuz of the good news I received a few minutes ago: Cool Dude Quarterly has been asked to join myspace! I'm not gonna lie, I was a little nervous at first—dare I rise to the ocassion and soar with the eagles?—ultimately, I decided that being in league with every pederast, snatch AAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04684446369677739130noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30898629.post-82917347638196582552007-04-28T09:00:00.000-07:002007-05-01T03:41:00.442-07:00Le Shok – She Prefers Whips b/w Queen Bee vs. Killer Bee (Tiger Suit, 1999)
Poor li’l Le Shok. Their arrival into Anytown, USA signaled the descent of the Romulan armada and a call to arms for any available teenager whose haircut came complete with a chinstrap. Adding further insult to injury, they were maligned by scenesters for their affinity with local, quality trim and hipsters were AAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04684446369677739130noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30898629.post-22342415315488867502007-04-26T09:00:00.000-07:002007-04-26T18:48:58.590-07:00Greetings, pals! Here's a quick update to let y'all know that Gina from Dress Up as Natives contacted me and was kind enough to shed some light on her mysterious band and their porky prime cut:
"The pressing was 500. We actually saved a couple of our "better tracks" from the studio for a compilation that never happened. Each cover was hand colored by a band member. Yours looks to have been AAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04684446369677739130noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30898629.post-15818566484833580392007-04-21T09:00:00.000-07:002007-05-19T22:02:46.251-07:00Johnny and the Self Abusers – Saints and Sinners b/w Dead Vandals (Chiswick, 1977) Sorry, folks, I picked up a virulent strain of something particularly nasty this week and, consequently, all of my free time has been devoted to sleeping. Here’s some second-string, pre-Simple Minds hokum with that needling, insistent riffage that was all the rage in ‘77. Who could’ve predicted that their AAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04684446369677739130noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30898629.post-81050832036875542252007-04-14T09:00:00.000-07:002007-05-19T22:04:44.051-07:00Dieter Meier - Cry for Fame b/w The Hook (Periphery Perfume, 1978)
Do you remember that one movie, you know, the one with that murderous fucktard who wantonly dismisses the fourth wall and whose smugness rankles you so much that you wish you could somehow enter the film, grab the nearest artillery gun and joyously mow the motherfucker down during that totally tubular “twist and shout” sequence? AAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04684446369677739130noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30898629.post-35642050660891717912007-04-07T09:00:00.000-07:002007-04-15T21:11:00.926-07:00Kleenex - Beri-Beri + 3 EP (Sunrise, 1978) Four weeks of spelunking in the deepest, dankest crevices of established female talent is a strenuous task that’s bound to leave anyone feeling plum tuckered. The only thing that’s even more tired is the fraudulent castigation I foolishly heaped upon myself—the one that eventually assumed realistic proportions and is largely responsible for the AAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04684446369677739130noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30898629.post-34879605586112290332007-03-31T09:00:00.000-07:002007-04-24T22:55:03.438-07:00Dress Up As Natives – You Had to Be There + 2 EP (Public, 1982)
I lucked out a few years back and found myself dealing with a veteran collector whose musical tastes congealed into a brackish pool that closely mirrored my own. Over the course of a few rambling emails, I’d succeeded in situating myself as the unworthy recipient of three ART DAMAGED cd’s that had been previously comped for a AAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04684446369677739130noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30898629.post-57993697124918122812007-03-24T09:00:00.000-07:002007-09-08T18:14:51.165-07:00Particles – Colour In EP (EMI Custom, 1980)
You’ve heard it countless times before: Everyone’s favorite penal colony outclasses all attendant parties and effortlessly delivers the goods again and again and again. From the Elois to the Leftovers, Australia has made a national habit of consistently fostering some of the most unique and formidable permutations in the musical underground. This AAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04684446369677739130noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30898629.post-63865598062981921552007-03-17T09:00:00.000-07:002007-03-17T23:04:19.875-07:00Dolly Mixture – Everything and More b/w You and Me on the Seashore (Respond, 1982)
I recently received a lengthy missive that lambasted me for thoughtlessly overlooking this month’s standing as NWHM. In a meager attempt to atone for this transgression and stymie further Dworkinian ire, I’d like to dedicate the next four entries to womynkind and its contribution to the rockunroll idiom—I mean AAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04684446369677739130noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30898629.post-54331521677656653762007-03-10T09:00:00.004-07:002009-02-21T14:23:09.303-07:00Love Is All - Spinning and Scratching + 2 EP (What's Your Rupture?, 2003)Failure was a persistent leitmotif that manifested itself in the dissolution of a three year relationship, a profound disenchantment with my chosen ‘profession’ and the encroaching reality of turning thirty. As if things weren’t bad enough, I’d also decided to exacerbate my martyrdom via a self-imposed exiling to shitsville AAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04684446369677739130noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30898629.post-61121364095463813502007-03-03T09:00:00.000-07:002007-03-09T20:24:03.100-07:00Vicious Visions – I Beat You b/w No-No’s (NM, 1983)
Resplendent cityscapes carved into glacial recesses, record stores stocked with innumerable rarities from abroad and buxom, modern-day valkyries frolicking in city parks are a few of the mental pictures invariably conjured up when conversation turns to Sweden. Withdrawn from the parameters of good company, however, images of viking buggery, AAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04684446369677739130noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30898629.post-88837789946069672682007-02-24T09:00:00.000-07:002007-06-09T08:25:28.910-07:00Teddy and Darrel – Wild Thing b/w Strangers in the Night (Mira, 1966)
It’d be terribly remiss of me to cop like the Sneaky Pinks emerged fresh from the void without any discernable spiritual antecedents. Their seams show plenty and the more obvious influences are easy enough to roll call, but an obscure duo left just as resonant an impact: Teddy and Darrel.
Teddy and Darrel (allegedly the nomsAAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04684446369677739130noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30898629.post-23354008669471216072007-02-17T09:00:00.000-07:002007-10-11T20:26:02.827-07:00Sneaky Pinks - I Can't Wait + 2 EP (Rubber Vomit, 2005)
Choosing a record for my first post was a fairly difficult decision: an unknown, a familiar favorite or a proven landmark? Ultimately, I pussed out and settled on an entry with which I’d had an early and personal involvement. See, I’d originally volunteered to put out this single after hearing it via mp3—How could I resist its gooey mélangeAAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04684446369677739130noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30898629.post-52051816331870735562007-02-14T17:32:00.000-07:002007-02-17T10:05:58.704-07:00So what the hell is this all about, anyway? I really wish I had a more compelling answer.
What you’re stuck with, however, is the closest approximation to a salient conclusion that I can proffer up: fifteen years ago I was sold a bill of goods—an insidious fraud predicated on the notion that somehow, through some wholly imagined qualifier, collecting was cool. Just to clarify: I’m not referring AAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04684446369677739130noreply@blogger.com