Archive for the 'Punk' Category

30
Sep
10

Rock ‘n’ Roll Ta-Tas and Naughty Bits

Ripe Melons and the Jimi Hendrix Experience

Blondie's Coked-Up Gash Flash


13
Feb
10

Dead Kennedys – “California Über Alles” (Live – 1979)

I am Governor Jerry Brown
My aura smiles
And never frowns
Soon I will be president…

Carter Power will soon go away
I will be Fuhrer one day
I will command all of you
Your kids will meditate in school
Your kids will meditate in school!

[Chorus:]
California Uber Alles
California Uber Alles
Uber Alles California
Uber Alles California

Zen fascists will control you
100% natural
You will jog for the master race
And always wear the happy face

Close your eyes, can’t happen here
Big Bro’ on white horse is near
The hippies won’t come back you say
Mellow out or you will pay
Mellow out or you will pay!

[Chorus]

Now it is 1984
Knock-knock at your front door
It’s the suede/denim secret police
They have come for your uncool niece

Come quietly to the camp
You’d look nice as a drawstring lamp
Don’t you worry, it’s only a shower
For your clothes here’s a pretty flower.

DIE on organic poison gas
Serpent’s egg’s already hatched
You will croak, you little clown
When you mess with President Brown
When you mess with President Brown

20
Nov
09

GG ALLIN 1991 Extra Filthy Bloody Edition “Throbblehead” Doll


Ma, I found out what I want for Christmas. The company Aggronautix has ushered the infamous GG Allin into bobblehead-dom. The violent, self-destructive, turd-munching punk rocker’s memory will be celebrated on dashboards across the land, and just in time for the holidays.

This “Extra Filthy Bloody” Edition a striking representation of GG ALLIN circa 1991 with added crud, blood, and cuts. The figure, limited to 500 numbered units, stands at 7 inches tall and is made of a lightweight polyresin. Loaded into a full color “splatter” box, here GG is accurately sculpted right down to the tattoos, and copious amounts of blood and filth.

GG died from a heroin overdose in 1993 (last concert and final hours documented here). His legion of adoring fans will never forget his soaring punk anthems advocating self-liberation and other less than desirable activities. Whether he was rogering himself with a microphone, throwing his toxic stool on audience members, or going to prison for rape and torture, GG did it with style. Celebrate his legacy with your very own GG Allin throbblehead doll.

Here are a few of GG’s more memorable song titles:

  • Eat My Diahrrea
  • Sleeping in My Piss on a Monday night
  • Suck My Ass It Smells
  • Cunt Sucking Cannibal
  • Scars on My Body – Scabs on My Dick

If I wasn’t a musician, I would be a serial killer – GG Allin

See related post – GG Allin: A Rock and Roll Suicide


05
Feb
09

R.I.P. Lux Interior

From RollingStone.com:

Lux Interior, the frontman for iconic punk band The Cramps, died today, February 4th, at the Glendale Memorial Hospital in Glendale, California. Interior, born Erick Lee Purkhiser, was 60 and is survived by his wife of 37 years, Cramps guitarist Kristy “Poison Ivy Rorschach” Wallace. In a statement released by the band’s publicist, a preexisting heart condition is named as the cause of death.

The Cramps were credited with creating both the term and musical style “psychobilly,” a synthesis of punk rock and rockabilly that was gloriously raw and over the top. Their lyrics examined American culture at its most campy, often citing bad jokes, science fiction films, and sexual fetishes.

Kurt Loder wrote, “This is rock & roll the way it never really was on the radio, but the way you always dreamed it could be — drooling horrorama lyrics, great cheesoid guitar riffs, postlobotomy drum-bashing and a singer for whom inhibition is the dirtiest ten-letter word of all. Slurp it up, sleaze fans.”

Rock’n’roll is so great that everyone in the world should think it’s the greatest thing that’s happening. If they don’t, they’re turds ~ Lux Interior

21
Jan
09

Dead Kennedys – Kill The Poor

The opening track to Dead Kennedys‘ debut album Fresh Fruit for Rotting Vegetables, taking as its starting point the then-new neutron bomb, designed to kill people but leave their valuables intact, “Kill the Poor” defined what the band was all about. To sum it up punk-inspired energy and arrangements, but a smart sense of pop hooks and a rampaging, not-to-be-held back slam against political and social business as usual on as many levels as possible. Biafra‘s conflation of liberal complacency, conservative aggression, and societal ignorance is both pithy and memorably sung in his breathy, nervous way. (source)

Live in Finland 1981 (incomplete)

Efficiency and progress is ours once more
Now that we have the neutron bomb
Its nice and quick and clean and gets things done
Away with excess enemy
But no less value to property
No sense in war but perfect sense at home

The sun beams down on a brand new day
No more welfare tax to pay
Unsightly slums gone up in flashing light
Jobless millions whisked away
At last we have more room to play
All systems go to kill the poor tonight

Gonna
Kill kill kill kill kill the poor tonight

Behold the sparkle of champagne
The crime rates gone
Feel free again
O lifes a dream with you, miss lily white
Jane fonda on the screen today
Convinced the liberals its okay
So lets get dressed and dance away the night

While they
Kill kill kill kill kill the poor tonight

01
Dec
08

Oh Bondage Up Yours! – X-Ray Spex

Some people think little girls
Should be seen and not heard
But I think, Oh Bondage, Up Yours!
One, Two, Three, Four

Bind me tie me
Chain me to the wall
I wanna be a slave
To you all
Oh bondage up yours
Oh bondage no more
Oh bondage up yours
Oh bondage no more

Chain-store chain-smoke
I consume you all
Chain-gang chain-mail
I don’t think at all
Oh bondage up yours
Oh bondage no more
Oh bondage up yours
Oh bondage no more

Thrash me crash me
Beat me till I fall
I wanna be a victim
For you all
Oh bondage up yours
Oh bondage no more
Oh bondage up yours
Oh bondage no more

Bind me tie me
Chain me to the wall
I wanna be a slave
To you all
Oh bondage up yours
Oh bondage no more
Oh bondage up yours
Oh bondage no more

Bind me tie me
Chain me to the wall
I wanna be a slave
To you all
Oh bondage up yours
Oh bondage no more
Oh bondage up yours
Oh bondage no more
Oh bondage up yours
Oh bondage no more

08
Sep
08

Homicide

A wonderful long-lost forgotten ditty by the U.K. punk band 999.

I believe in Homicide
I rest my case don’t cast aside
You better believe it
That’s the truth of it
Take it or leave it
Resign to it
Homicide Homicide
Homicide Homicide

No one cared
When someone lied
They’d rather say
That it’s irrelevant
You better believe it
That’s the truth of it
Take it or leave it
Resign to it

Homicide Homicide
Homicide Homicide

You tried to tell me it’s his fault because he’s down
And letting loose this Homicide all over the town
I’ll take your number I’ll write it down
What’s your address I’ll write it down
I’ll be in touch so don’t leave town in a big black car

Homicide Homicide
Homicide Homicide
Homicide Homicide
Homicide Homicide




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