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MRR Radio #1432 • 12/21/14

No Babies come on Dan's show and reveal some of their secrets. Friend worship is ...

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MRR wants you as its next Coordinator!

Maximum Rocknroll magazine is seeking a Content Coordinator. This is an unpaid, full-time volunteer position. MRR's two Content Coordinators live ...

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MRR Presents: Friday Fuckin' Funnies! #65

LIFE IS POSERS! Loads more at lifeisposers.com NOWHERE CITY by Vickie Smalls! More great comix by Vic at nowherecitycomix.tumblr.com Every Friday ...

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New Blood! ALLERGY, DESPERFECTO, and MODERN LOVE

MRR magazine's "New Blood" section is now a regular feature here on MRR.com! See below ...

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Video of the Week! Distorted: Reflections on Early Sydney Punk

This month's Maximum Rocknroll magazine features an interview with Des Devlin, the filmmaker behind the documentary Distorted: ...

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MRR Radio #1432 • 12/21/14


December 21st, 2014 by

No Babies come on Dan’s show and reveal some of their secrets. Friend worship is the new studded gloves.

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Intro song:
NO BABIES – Conference of the Shark

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No Babies, in transit

Jasmine: Liz Panella Street Team, Population Wifey
SIAMESE TWINS – Stutter
BROKEN PRAYER – National Cum
EUNUCH – Moral Law
EARTH GIRLS – Unfinished Thoughts
LIBYANS – Paralyzed

Sean: Boricua Terror Quarter-Hour
THE BRAT – Attitudes
KNOCKABOUTS – The Beautiful
MECHT MENSCH – Zombie
BORN AGAINST – Alive with Pleasure
CROSSED OUT – Crutch
TRASH KIT – 50 Ft. Woman

Laura: I Don’t Speak Swedish, Do You?
TOTALITÄR – Jag Kräver Betalt För Nåt Du Aldrig Valt
CUT THE SHIT – The Party’s Over
STILLSUIT – 10
EXTORTION – Hate Your Guts
FAT DAY – Crashers

What Happened to Ricky?
COMBATWOUNDEDVETERAN – F-That We’re Not Here to Have Fun
DOG FACED HERMANS – Jan 9
DARK LION – The Poor Get Prison AKA Maintaining Class
NEW BLOODS – Oh Deadly Night Shade
MARGY PEPPER – Fangs

Outro song:
NO SIR I WON’T – Another Hour of Shame

Maximum Rocknroll Radio is a weekly radio show and podcast featuring DIY punk, garage rock, hardcore, and more from around the world. Our rotating cast of DJs picks the best of the best from MRR magazine’s astounding, ever-growing vinyl archive. You can find MRR Radio archives, specials, and more at radio.maximumrocknroll.com. Thanks for listening!



MRR wants you as its next Coordinator!


December 20th, 2014 by

Maximum Rocknroll magazine is seeking a Content Coordinator. This is an unpaid, full-time volunteer position. MRR’s two Content Coordinators live at MRR HQ rent-free along with the Distro Coordinator. Content Coordinators are responsible for choosing and editing all of the content that goes into the magazine every month—assigning record reviews, soliciting interviews, scene reports, and features, and more! To be a Content Coordinator you must be able to work legally in the US, and you must keep a part-time (paying) job in addition to your MRR responsibilities. 

It’s not all work and no play, though. Being a coordinator is fun, fulfilling, and one of the best learning experiences you’ll ever have. But let’s show, not tell — here is the first column our newest coordinator Grace wrote for MRR, in issue #377. As a former coordinator myself, I actually got choked up reading Grace’s account of her first weeks in the wild world of MRR…

If you are interested in applying, please download the questionnaire at the end of this post.

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I arrived in San Francisco on August 1st. It has been a whirlwind month, mostly filled with bright spots. New city, new start. Adjusting not to working from home but rather to living at work. I’m developing bits and pieces of a routine: I eat a whole avocado almost every single day, rifle through the Amoeba new arrivals at least four times a week, go running in Golden Gate Park as often as I can force myself to. Before print week started, I went surfing in Bolinas. We drove a VW bus through the cliffs of Marin and drank Tecates on the beach and I swam in the Pacific Ocean for the first time, next to a cormorant. Later that night I slept through my first earthquake. California, baby. I text friends in London before I fall asleep— they are waking up, starting new days before I am ending my old one. It all takes some getting used to but slowly this place will start to feel like home.

I knew some people in the Bay before I moved here: from the tour where I booked the Philly show for their band, or that time we crossed paths at a fest, or the internet (ugh). A friend I have known since the first grade moved out here to go to medical school, arriving just a few days before I did. He came by the house to do shitwork my second or so weekend here. He’d never listened to a punk record in his life but he knows the alphabet, so we put him to work re-filing 7”s. Every so often he’d pull out a record and ask, “Is this good?” Our response was always, “Put it on!” He was working on the Gs that day—Generacion Suicida has won a new fan. Later that night he ordered a subscription to the magazine.

It was amazing to see someone interacting with our collection in that way, a potent reminder of the fact that there is no better place in the world to learn about punk and hardcore than inside this house, even for those of us who know a thing or two about it. I try to listen to something I’ve never heard before every single day—with 47,000 records and counting, there’s no excuse not to. I am filling up tapes and adding to my want lists and exploring the corners of punk that I always meant to get to and those that I didn’t even know existed. The archive is daunting—more than once since I’ve been here, a band has walked in to tour the compound and been absolutely baffled when faced with so much choice, unable to remember what kind of music they even like. Too many records, not enough time.

Hours alone can be hard to come by in a house with keys held by so many, and it took a few weeks before I was able to have a night to myself. For all the music I am excited to discover, there is still something to be said for the old reliables, the records that you know inside out, yet still sometimes feel as if you are hearing for the first time. I ate some tacos and drank lukewarm leftover coffee and cranked Rocket to Russia and did a kitchen mosh to Blitz singles and listened to the Sex Pistols and Los Punk Rockers back to back and tried to figure out what to call this column.

If you’re are reading this, you already know that we famously have Tim Yo to thank for the green tape that edges all of our records. You probably also know that he made handmade sleeves for records that he really liked or whose art he thought was subpar. Encountering those on the shelves somehow still continues to feel like stumbling across a secret. The collages have a surprising tactility to them, a layer of crisp, yellowing shellac overtop the images. I was sitting alone in the house, thinking of my former homes in Philadelphia and London and Washington, DC, and I kept going to pull more comforting records off of the shelves, and over and over the ones I took down happened to have Tim’s covers: the Raincoats’ Fairytale in the Supermarket, Siouxsie and the Banshees’ Hong Kong Garden, the Neo Boys EP, the Teddy and the Frat Girls 7”. Every single one of our records has green tape around its edges, but only a tiny fraction have these handmade sleeves and I was somehow being magnetically drawn to them. They say Tim haunts this house—I believe it now. I took it as a sign of sorts. This column takes its name from the last song on that Teddy and the Frat Girls 7”, one of the most demented records ever made, the product of maniac teen girl punks who then disappeared off the face of the planet. I’ve loved this record for a long time. I scanned the insert, collaged some letters on top, drank a beer, and listened to these mutant sounds at top volume alone in our big kitchen. It was one of the best nights I’ve had in a long while.

I’m not some Teddy and the Frat Girls superfan (is it even possible to be a superfan of a band that only ever recorded five nearly unlistenable songs?). What I am a superfan of is the idea of that band: people who make psychotic, deranged, angry music because they have to, not because it’s cool, who make sounds that aren’t like anything we’ve ever heard before, the noises that come out of genius girl brains across time and space.

I spent the month of July squatting a spare room in Peckham in London, in the flat of this magazine’s Bryony Beynon, my soul sister extraordinaire. A much needed holiday and a mentally and emotionally rejuvenating trip. We each tore through the Viv Albertine autobiography in a little less than twenty-four hours, rabidly reading in silence in the middle of a horrible heat wave. We raced to the finish, because there was so much to talk about once we were done. In her column this month, Bryony writes about the way Viv captures female friendships so accurately, how the sounds of the Slits could only have emerged from the electric connections between those four badly behaved women. It really is an extraordinary text and should be out in the States this fall. Get it. Viv also talks about living through London in ’77, about the idea that many who were there then felt as if they had been a part of something so great and so exciting that they would never be able to capture that kind of dynamism and momentum ever again, about how that feeling probably factored into her decision to put down her guitar for decades after the end of the Slits. This magazine also casts a long shadow. It’s hard not to constantly think about history here in the compound. There are reminders of it everywhere: Tim’s handmade record sleeves, the magazine covers plastered to the walls, the photobooth strips of coordinators past and present stuck to the fridge, the still overflowing green-taped mailbox labeled Bruce Roehrs. Through accidents of timing I crossed paths with almost all of the women who have coordinated this publication in the past during my first month here—I can only hope that one day I am as effortlessly cool and brilliant as all of them. There are big personalities here, but this place is bigger than any of us. How do you make room for history in your life while also making history make room for you? I’m figuring it out.

We at Maximum owe a lot to our past, but the only reason we’re still around is because of a persistent insistence on the here and now. The thing that makes this magazine so great is that it is a publication written by the people it is written for. It has always been that way. MRR is what you make it, which means that history is ours to write. Punk’s not dead unless we kill it. Remember that we wanna hear from you about what is going on in your town: send us a report on punk fashions (The Dangly Earring: Who Wore It Best?), email us a drawing that we can put on a pin or a sticker, interview your favorite band and ask them questions that aren’t “what do you play?” and “how did you meet?” and “tell us a little bit about your songwriting process,” burrow deep into their brains and show the rest of us what makes them tick and why that makes you tick in turn. Keep sending your records in for review, so that we can ruin them with green tape and they can enter the vast and magnificent archive we have here, and make your friends do the same. Shitwork for us from afar! Did you already spot all of the misplaced commas and typos that we missed on these inky pages? Save us from ourselves as a proofreader! Can you type a mile a minute? Transcribe the soon-to-be classic interviews languishing in iPhone Voice Memo apps. Offer to do some sick layouts. Take out an ad for your beret emporium, send us some money so that we can put those damn records in poly bags and keep them from sticking to themselves, renew your subscription so that your bathroom can always be full of the best reading material for visiting punks taking a shit. This is your magazine and I am psyched to be here. Survived the first month. Ready for many more. Write to me and tell me what record I should pull off the shelf and listen to, post me a tape of the most deranged lady punks from your town, send love notes, hate mail, questions and concerns to grace {at} maximumrocknroll(.)com.

If coordinating MRR sounds like the life for you, please download this Coordinator Questionnaire, answer all of the questions, and email it (either as a .doc file or in the body of an email, including all of the questions with your answers) to mrr {at} maximumrocknroll(.)com. Please answer honestly and thoroughly. People who only give one-sentence answers will almost certainly be rejected. We want to know that you understand what MRR is about, are on board with it, and are serious about taking on a job with a lot of responsibility.

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MRR Presents: Friday Fuckin’ Funnies! #65


December 19th, 2014 by

LIFE IS POSERS!

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Loads more at lifeisposers.com

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NOWHERE CITY by Vickie Smalls!

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More great comix by Vic at nowherecitycomix.tumblr.com

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Every Friday we have a selection of comic strips from punx like you… You make funnies? Send em to funnies {at} maximumrocknroll(.)com and maybe you’ll see yer comic here next Friday!



New Blood! ALLERGY, DESPERFECTO, and MODERN LOVE


December 18th, 2014 by

MRR magazine’s “New Blood” section is now a regular feature here on MRR.com! See below for info on how to submit. Now, get to discovering some killer new shit…

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Band name:
ALLERGY

Date & location formed:
33 weeks ago in Gainesville, FL (sent Nov. 15)

Reason for forming:
WE LOVE NOISE PUNK!!!!

What are your lyrics about?
Anti-war, paranoia, enemies, and “the bomb.”

How would you describe your sound?
Freak Rock // Noise Punk

Allergy (photo by Russell Woolery)

Allergy (photo by Russell Woolery)

What’s in the future for this band?
More recording and more shows. East coast tour happening in december/early january. Tour Tape and E.P. in the works.

Links and contact info:
allergygainesville.bandcamp.com

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Band name:
DESPERFECTO

Date & location formed:
Formed in March 2013 in Concepción, Chile, South America.

Reason for forming:
We began playing just for fun. We met one day to hang out, we didn’t know how to play, but we had a place where we could rehearse for hours. That made us play a lot, create and record the songs for the demo.

Comenzamos a tocar por amistad, luego de juntarnos un día a pasar la tarde, no sabíamos tocar instrumentos, pero teníamos un lugar donde ensayar por horas, por lo que, en poco tiempo logramos hacer y grabar las canciones del demo.

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What are your lyrics about?
The demo lyrics are about everything we love and everything we hate. certain types of attitude that we don’t like, and the fear to give up. Our newest songs on the other hand are much more negative, we dedicated our time to talk about what we can’t stand.

Las letras del demo hablan de las cosas que nos gustan y las que odiamos, de actitudes humanas que no nos gustan, y del miedo que tenemos a renunciar a nuestras ideas. La nuevas canciones que hemos hecho son mucho mas negativas en sus letras, nos dedicamos a hablar mas de lo que detestamos.

How would you describe your sound?
Our songs sound like what we could do with our instruments, simple punk influenced by very honest bands like Irreparables or Las Tímidas. People say that we sound like Vice Squad, Ultimo Resorte, Cocadictos and the like, basically primitive punk, female fronted bands.

Nuestras canciones suenan a lo que podiamos hacer con nuestros instrumentos, punk sencillo, influenciado por bandas actuales muy honestas como Irreparables o Las Tímidas. La gente dice que sonamos a Vice Squad, Ultimo Resorte, Cocadictos, osea bandas de punk primitivo con voz femenina.

What’s in the future for this band?
This month we are recording four new songs for a split CD with another band called Rehusar. They are from Talca, Chile. We would like to record again in early 2015 and check what we could do with those songs. We have played in a couple of sorrounding cities, now we would like to travel to further places and continue playing as much as we can.

Este mes grabaremos cuatro canciones nuevas para un CD split con la banda REHUSAR, ellos son de Talca, Chile. Nos gustaría grabar algunas canciones mas en enero/febrero y ver que podemos hacer con aquella grabacion. Hemos tocado en varias ciudades cercanas a la nuestra, nos gustaría seguir viajando y tocando en nuestra ciudad tanto como podamos.

Links and contact info:
desperfecto.bandcamp.com
discultura {at} yahoo(.)com
You can grab a copy of our demo with Rafael at Cabeza de Vaca Records: cabezadevacarecs {at} gmail(.)com

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Band name:
MODERN LOVE

Date & location formed:
Oslo, Norway, 2012. Played our first show with Urbanoia, Evolve and Noose.

Reason for forming:
Trying to breathe in the suffocating world of capitalism.

Modern Love (photo by Jon Mohajer)

Modern Love (photo by Jon Mohajer)

What are your lyrics about?
Alienaton. Isolation. Desperation. Dreams of a world outside the world without outside.

How would you describe your sound?
Punk. Some add the prefixes anarcho or post.

What’s in the future for this band?
We recently released a 4-song 7″ called Small Stone EP on Lilla Himmel Records, and just came home from a small UK tour, playing with great bands like Sievehead, Commiserations, Gloss Rejection and Kinshot. In the future we will record an LP.

Links and contact info:
modernlove.no

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Do you have or know of an awesome new band? It’s easy to submit to be in MRR’s New Blood feature. Just send us the following info, and keep keeping’ it real…

1) Band name:
2) Date & location formed:
3) Reason for forming:
4) What are your lyrics about?
5) How would you describe your sound?
6) What’s in the future for this band?

Along with the answers, please send a band photo at least 600px on the longest side (with photo credits), a logo if you have one, and links and contact info for the band to: mrrnewblood {at} gmail(.)com



Video of the Week! Distorted: Reflections on Early Sydney Punk


December 17th, 2014 by

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This month’s Maximum Rocknroll magazine features an interview with Des Devlin, the filmmaker behind the documentary Distorted: Reflections on Early Sydney Punk. Before you roll your eyes expecting yet another punk retrospective featuring career punk “spokesmen” telling you how cool everything was before you were around, give this film a look. Shown from the perspective of people involved in building a scene almost from scratch in the late ’70s, the documentary is subtle, sometimes slow-paced, but very moving and inspiring. This is not the story of a “cool” or legendary scene, but one that feels like it could have been anywhere (anywhere but London/New York/Los Angeles, that is) and could’ve taken place in any subsequent decade. Distorted presents a collage of different kinds of people who, for whatever reason, found a community  in punk, and were compelled to create something to contribute the scene. The aspect of the film that might be the most inspirational is the way everyone in it, as well as the filmmaker himself, seems to have stuck with the punk ethos to varying degrees after all these years. They are people you’d like to hang out with and hear more from, not just about the old days but about art, politics and life in general.

There are many quotable pieces in Distorted, but we were especially chuffed with this portion — which happens to mention MRR founder Tim Yohannan — the story behind the title of the great Rocks EP, You’r So Boring…

The complete film, Distorted: Reflections on Early Sydney Punk, is available to download for free at distorteddocumentary.weebly.com. Read the in-depth interview with filmmaker Des Devlin in MRR #380.