Things that are...interesting ca. 1982.

Not a whole lot on either of these objects.

Beef Tabloid split (1982)

You can cross Nebraska off your fifty states list.

This single was included with a copy of Beef Tabloid #9, a zine started in Omaha, Nebraska in 1980. The  sum total of which I know about it comes from this.  As for the bands themselves? Nobody knows anything. Even a guy in Nebraska who wrote a music column in 2011 devoted to music from Nebraska seemed mystified and stymied. That should peak your interest at least. Personally I kind of prefer the Bump Fuzz side if for no other reason than I think the moniker is a euphemism from less pubic hair phobic times. A hole is a hole, indeed.

 Venus Dressed in Plastic Garbage (1982)

Meanwhile due east about 1440.8 miles (give or take) in Boston, Mickey Bliss was strapping on his boots and laying down this dark little synth ditty. The title alone qualifies it as a masterpiece. Is this that Cold Wave that I sometimes see listed places where people are wont to endlessly divide music into genres and subgenres and microgenres  until things get so muddled and confused and arguable that the labels themselves lose all sense of meaning? Maybe.

Cities (1979) : Seattle and San Francisco cont.

Coincidences abound today.

The last post was of the Blackouts who started in Seattle and ended up in San Francisco. The next thing I have to post is of bands from both those places. I'll bet they all knew each other. Probably shared bills in dingy little clubs playing to a couple dozen disinterested people together. Maybe even hung out. It is a pretty small world after all if one is to believe animatronic dolls at amusement parks.

 

Man as Hunter (1979) 

If it matters, the Cheaters were the starting point for Kurt Bloch who would go on from here to form the Fastbacks who would go on to make some fine pop punk for the couple of decades. B-side is the winner for me on this one, but you know, that's just like, my opinion, man.

 

In Vagueness Deal (1979)

First issue by San Fran's Breakouts. They're more or less a bit of a mystery to me and I couldn't find much in the five minutes I spent looking. Apparently this seems to be their best release. Loud and sloppy and poorly recorded and the punk rock fan favorite over the other releases that I neither have nor am willing to spend the money for. (The three copies of  this for sale on Discogs start at $200)

 I paid a single dollar for my copy. I feel like I got my money's worth.

Blacking Out

It's still early. I've had my coffee, but need something to eat and a quick rinse and then it's a day that I'll spend cooking. I need to make a pie with the blueberries we got from the Farmer's Market as well as some Harvard Beets from the (at least) ten pound bucket of beets we got from the same. There was a third thing too, but I can't think of it right now. Doesn't matter. You don't care. Here's a couple singles by the Blackouts.   

     528 Seconds (1979)

So if you took the time to follow the Wikipedia link you already know that this band originated in Seattle in 1979, moved to Boston for a couple years (I don't remember them) and then ended up in San Francisco. There's some Ministry connections and the drummer ends up working for REM.

Exchange of Goods (1981)

Adding to the confusion their third release (after a 12" I don't currently have) is on a UK label so for the longest time I thought they were two different bands. I mean, the singles certainly sound like they could be different bands to me. They just grow up so fast.

I'm feeling beneficent

I woke up this morning after a rather longer than I was scheduled for week partially refreshed. (I slept in. I got up at 6am rather than 4am.) And I looked and the last post that popped up was five days ago and the next one not until tomorrow.

Like a spoiled baby I want a post for right fucking now because I'm a giving person and I'm getting ready to buy some new things because I worked overtime and totally deserve nice things.

Here's some seven inches by Crude.

 Desert Storms (1995)

 Crude is essentially the SS Matt Middleton and all who sail with him. The labels most often used for his discography over at our good friends Discogs are "Experimental", "Noise", "Industrial" and our old friend "Avant-garde"
 It's still rock and roll to me. He plays the clarinet sometimes.

 

Imbroglio (1995) 

Both of these bad boys are lathe cut discs, hand crafted in ridiculously low numbers (I don't really remember. Under 50 I'm pretty sure.) in the lovely land of New Zealand by Trinder records.

 They were also mastered at a whisper so in order for them to play back at a volume reasonable for our modern hustle and bustle times I had to quadruple it when I turned the vinyl into ones and zeros. It's going to be hissier is what I'm trying to say, but since they are Avantgarde Industrial Experimental Noise type records it only adds to the charm.

Screw It, I'm halfway there already.

My internet is shit and this 6 months old laptop keeps randomly crashing so I'm having a bitch of a time uploading new things to post about. I still have Dentists crud on mediafire I haven't posted.

Have some more.

 

Heads and How to Use The (1990)

This is the second proper Dentists full length. It's quite good and is an important part of a balanced breakfast in some Eastern Bloc countries where they generally eat an unhealthy amount of potatoes.

 

Naked (1991) 

This was a collection of various odds and ends and demos and miscellaneous bits of bullshit that the Dentists had hanging around their house around the time that they got signed to East West Records (a subsidiary  of Atlantic Records). It was released by Independent Projects so has an elaborate hand printed fancy ass sleeve that is pretty posh, but you're going to have to take my word on. You're getting the music Quit whining. Elaborate artwork to hold in your hands and admire is for winners who buy records. Find your own to stroke lovingly.