Goofy - Run For It 45rpm single

Terrifying. Minimal. Inept. Dancehall! This spooky, unhinged ditty is exactly the reason I love budget 90's dancehall music. Getting inside the head of the person who took this idea and ran with it all the way to a record release feels amazing. Its like glue-bag-coke-dust loopy. Deranged listening for sociopaths.

Run for it

HRPS Crimp Trade Tape

Here is a Guest Post from the ultimate dude-

"I received this cassette in 2005 through a blind mixtape trade. The exchange took place via the elusive record collector forum, Hard Rock Piss Strunk. It was sent to me from a gentleman in Canada, whom of I did not know and to this day I still cannot remember the name of.

At the time of first listening to the tape I was 20 years old and completely stuck in my drunken, pot-smoking bubble. My eyes were skewed with everything in life, especially music. If it wasn't fast, it was boring. If it wasn't "heavy" I simply didn't care. At that moment, this tape was too far ahead of the curb for me to give it much of a chance. I barely remember listening to it more than once or twice. I simply wrote it off as "trendy-KBD-wimpy-pop-shit" and filed it away on the shelf with my other cassettes.

My overall impression was that there was not much love invested into this tape. It seemed impersonal and somewhat lackluster in contrast to what I had hoped to receive in the trade.

Fast forward four years: I've sobered up and matured with life and music. My naive punk rock insecurities have faded and over time I've begun to discover and appreciate music in a completely different way. Six months of unemployment during the delightful 2009 recession severely curbed my record purchasing habit, so I begin to re-explore my tape collection. The spring weather is just starting to creep into the New England atmosphere. Nothing better to serve as a soundtrack to the season than some "trendy-KBD-wimpy-pop-shit". I put the tape on and proceeded to eat my youthful words one track at a time.

This tape remained firmly in my cassette deck and was played on an almost daily basis for the rest of the summer. There is not a bad song on the entire tape. It is flawless and only reminds me of how blindly ignorant I was at 20 years old. The impersonal creation of the cassette combined with the anonymity of the individual who made it only furthered my appreciation of it's concept and seemingly unique existence.

It has since become one of my favorite mixtapes in my collection. It has reinforced my love of sharing music and it has reminded me why it's always wise to give something a second chance. I had been meaning to post this tape for share online for a while, and now that the summer has begun, it seems like the perfect time.

Cheers,

- Max"

Side A

Side B

Sacred Denial - Life's Been Getting To Me

"Sacred Denial was a Punk Hardcore band that was started by myself and Anthony Machovsky - later known as Anthony Trance. We started it in 1982. Anthony and I were in CCD classes together at Saint Pauls church in Clifton. We met musically in the basement of Steve Cosmano, then rehersing with the band Suburbia - they never really did much. We recognized each other there at their practice and decided to jam on our own. So I walked my guitar and heavy Sun combo amp over to his basement and that’s where it stayed while the band was formed.

Many people played in SD over the years, but Ant and I were the constant. Among the most notable was Janus, who wrote quite a bit of the lyrics and sang for the band on all the recorded albums. The most notable drumers were Bill Tortugal who raced on the debut album Life’s Been Getting to Me. Kenny Drany who played on North of the Order and Sifting Through Remains. Ken Seely was a friend in another local band called the Newd. He joined us later as a bass player and Ant moved onto rhythm guitar for our last album. He also went on the bands two biggest tours accross the US in 1987 and Europe in 1988.

-Michael G. Devita"

I became obsessed with finding this record "song-unheard" after seeing a picture of the cover somewhere. The title just DID IT for me. A sly understatement of a boiling rage evident on the album. Once I saw a copy and bought it, I was not disappointed. Some of the songs on this record (What Religion, Sticks and Stones) near Is This My World? levels of intensity. Its not always that perfect, however, and the regrettable AOD-type Jersey fun punk crap rears its ugly head on tracks like W.C.W.B.F. The use of vocal echo features prominently on nearly all songs, but I can't really decide if it works all the time. If this really does it for anyone else I can also furnish the achingly inferior "follow-up" Extra-Strenght Tylenol LP.

I'm Pissed At The World

Dead of Night

I promise to post more frequently.

Its a little hard to recall the complete story of how I got this demo, I think a friend referred the band to me. The drummer was in Libyans, who were playing around at the time. And perhaps still are?

From New York, Dead of Night as far as I know recorded/released only this two-track cd, an enjoyable stab at Amebix-esque rumble, in 2006. The vogue for this particular flavor at the time was rather strong, and I tend personally to lean heavily to the cynical when estimating the earnestness of a band's stylistic influences.

I find these sort of lost, provincial genre bands to be immensly enjoyable to seek out. Something about the image of a group of momentarily enthusiastic bandmates hitching their wagon to a very specific star, and then through neglect, or disinterest at the hands of the wider scene, giving it up after a more or less brief run, ignites the maudlin aspects of my imagination to smolder. The best of these genre exercises bring a few personal touches to the table, avoiding to some degree the selfconscious and agonizingly boring "dis-clone" type garbage. Do DON succeed?

The Gods Have Vanished

Jak Punk To Punk

I've been thinking about this compilation a lot in the past few days, from the great lineup to the oddly evokative (to me, at least) title. Polish Punk compilation, anno 1986, with a little pre-post-punk Siekiera (best polish band?) -I first discovered this in a hunched and frantic spate of googling said group for dirt.


Fonograficzna Tonpress

The First Big One

This first big one is a tribute to the best dude. I bet you can't guess which one of us is him and which one isn't! I know its not me. But do you? Here is a hint: I'm Chip in this picture. Distinctions like that are generally pretty silly but I also think they can be fun. Since you don't know from the picture which one of us thinks that (don't we both look like we might enjoy jokes and humour?) we might as well be the same person in your mind! Can leather grow together? I know it gets sticky sometimes.


Happy trails, a-migo!