Wow What a(n Art) Show! The Grotty Hand of Wilf

31 12 2011

MRR.com’s Wow What a Show! presents a review by Adam Farrar on the late legendary UK anarcho-punk artist Wilf… Thank you, Adam!

“The Grotty Hand of Wilf” opened at the Octagon Theatre in Yeovil (South West, England) in October 2011 to a great deal of interest. The show was part retrospective and part tribute to late local artist Stephen Wilmott, affectionately known as Wilf. His credits include illustration and design for a number of bands, including many associated with the anarcho-punk movement, such as The Mob and their own independent record label All The Madmen (ATM) which released material by Blyth Power, The Astronauts, DAN, Thatcher On Acid and many others.

From the very beginning, ATM’s existence as a record label and increasing involvement with local and national music scenes helped develop great opportunities for Wilf to collaborate closely with an associate named Steve Batty. During this time they worked under the pseudonym of Cracked Image Graffix to create unique, original and memorable designs using their skills to interpret visual identities for the gritty lyrical content emanating from this new crop of bands. Wilf was based in the sleepy market town of Yeovil in the South West of England. (The city of Bristol is located 45 miles north.) The town’s biggest exports are gloves and helicopters (you might notice these references in some of his artwork, especially if you are familiar with flyers and posters featuring The Mob). The very essence of the anarcho-punk movement was born out of the need to get up and make some changes, however small, like starting a band with a message or supplying informative flyers on a range of subjects relevant to the time period. It was a pocket of positivity that Wilf became part of, especially with his early roots in the hippie subculture, which had ethical values similar to this movement. In fact, Wilf played in the Psycho Daisies where he performed and wrote vocals, and he was part of an early incarnation of Bikini Mutants, which featured Debbie Googe who would later be a member of shoegaze pioneers My Bloody Valentine. As an artist it was a perfect creative outlet.

The Mob "Let the Tribe Increase" original concept art by Wilf

Curated by Graham Moores and Joanne Childs, the exhibition comprised of works from a number of sources, including band mates, friends and relatives. Initially acting on a suggestion that it would be an excellent idea to put together an art show as a celebration of the artist’s life, Joanne ultimately ended up spearheading the project. Much of this task was a daunting prospect as it was common knowledge that Wilf had a tendency to give away much of his work. But contacts on the internet and a general call for help spread within the community resulted in a number of leads and people offering to loan out their pieces for inclusion in the show. (Much of the material supplied was not even known to exist before this exhibit was put together.) As a result of their efforts, Graham and Joanne collected enough artwork to span the entire top floor of the Octagon Theatre. This unique exhibition will most likely be the biggest collection of Wilf’s work ever seen, totaling approximately 80 pieces, running the gamut of material documenting the early Yeovil punk rock scene right through to his time exploring experimental paint techniques and screen printing at Magick Eye.

The restaurant and bar hosted paintings, illustrations and screen printed T-shirts centered around Wilf’s activist work protecting his beloved Wyndham Hill (a recognized beauty spot located right next to the country park in Yeovil). This area has been marked for controversial supermarket expansion and road bypass projects a number of times throughout its history. To this day Wyndham Hill still stands, no doubt in part thanks to the hard work of Wilf and his associates in the Wyndham Hill Action Group. I’m sure he’d be glad to know that no developments have since infringed on this area.

Subsequent material contained in this room gave a glimpse into Wilf’s later practices, which focused on almost spiritual surrealism (possibly harkening back to his hippie roots). But that’s not so say at this point in his life Wilf didn’t try his hand at more traditional pieces, as was evident by his selection of beautiful watercolour landscapes and “old English” style cattle painting, the type of which can be seen in establishments in various villages throughout the UK. There’s also some superb stories transcribed in the form of A4 comic panels, which adorn the same wall.

A glass cabinet located in one of the theatre’s side rooms collected together examples of published work, the originals of which have unfortunately been destroyed, or their whereabouts are unknown. In the interest of consistency the actual final product appeared in place of original artwork, such as the case with many of the record covers on show. Other items like cassette tapes, zines, cards, pottery and other crafts filled the remaining shelves, showing the artist’s sheer diversity in range, and offering a wonderful insight into what was at the time a thriving underground “Do It Yourself” scene.

Particularly exciting was the inclusion of unreleased record cover artwork for the band The Mob from 1982/83. The  art is extremely striking, with firm focus on characterization, and is typical of the artist’s early work as seen on the band’s “Crying Again” and “Witch Hunt” singles. Other notable works include the original cover art for the debut LP by The Mob (Let the Tribe Increase) which was sadly scrapped in favour of a linear, cost-friendly reproducible cover. As was the case with much of this material, it was fascinating to see the ideas and the end result for pieces that you’ve become so acquainted with over the years. Located in the same room was a series of gig and promotional posters for The Mob, which perfectly blends watercolours and traditional illustration. This was a visual feast for those interested in art or music.

Unpublished ink and Letraset illustration of Ian Curtis (Joy Division) by Wilf

The finale of the two-week show brought together friends from throughout Wilf’s history to celebrate his life. I was invited by Pauline Burr (arts development officer at South Somerset District Council) to take photos and converse with guests and friends at the end of show event. There were many anecdotes about the life and times of Wilf: inspiration, history and education of the artist as well as touching tributes to this well loved local character — a great footnote to an already excellent show.

On the same night, the recently regrouped Mob, with its original lineup of Mark Wilson (vocals/guitar), Graham Fallows (drums) and Curtis You’e (bass), arrived from South West England and Wales to play in the town where the band had originally formed. Throughout their performance they were flanked by projected visuals of Wilf’s artwork, photographs, and flyers associated with the band’s history, leading to some very atmospheric moments.

Wilf’s influence on contemporary illustration, especially within the DIY punk scene, is immeasurable, as the iconic style he created for groups such as The Mob amidst the Crass-spearheaded anarcho-punk movement continues to influence a whole new generation of bands with similar ethics and visual communication, such as Signal Lost (Texas), Witch Hunt (Philadelphia), Battle of Disarm (Japan), 1981 (Finland) and countless other acts, who use bold striking visual depiction to convey ideas and messages. Gone but not forgotten.

Wilf (Photo by Matt Cornish)

Photos by Adam Farrar.


December 31st, 2011 by MRR Web Coordinator


Wow what a show! Steve Lake of ZOUNDS & Tommy Strange in SF 8/23/11

6 09 2011

Steve Lake of ZOUNDS and Tommy Strange at the Hemlock in SF, 8/23/11

Reunion shows are always an emotional gamble. They offer a chance to see the great bands you missed but grew up loving, or an opportunity to relive the glory days of your youth when you felt every chord in your bones! When they live up to your expectations, reunion shows are transcendent. When they don’t they can leave a rotten spot on your heart for years.

Steve Lake and friends (photo by Mandy Lake)

So when word got out Steve Lake of ZOUNDS was playing all the best songs from the Zounds 7″s and the LP The Curse of Zounds! I was a little worried, so much was at stake. Zounds have played shows recently with different lineups throughout England and Europe, but have never played in the States. This is due, in part, to Mr. Lake’s deep fear of airplanes. But when he was let go at work, and given a modest severance package he figured the time was right, and he took an ocean liner to New York to see the country and play some shows. He played a house show in Berkeley where he met Jason Willer (Enemies, Alaric, Cross Stitched Eyes) who insisted on accompanying him on drums, and Jason got Dave Ed (Kicker, Neurosis, Jesus Fucking Christ) to play bass.

Steve Lake (photo by Mandy Lake)

So at the Hemlock last Tuesday night, Tommy Strange and Buzz Lee opened and played some nice angry ballads (Tommy is so great, and underappreciated as a lyricist) before Steve Lake took the stage, alone, with his guitar. Stripped down, with only a rhythm guitar, the songs took on a strange poetic intensity. What lyrics! They didn’t lose any of their power or profundity. After about six classic songs, he was joined onstage by Dave on bass and Jason on drums. They sounded great, and it was strangely emotional. Steve Lake was charming and funny, with sweetly self deprecating between-song commentary and insights. Mr. Lake is frequently asked to play these songs, but he has only recently started saying yes, rather than no. He says, “It brings me joy to perform them with a great deal of commitment, again, to the point where I have started to write more Zounds songs.”

A new record is out now The Redemption of Zounds. Did you know “This Land” was inspired by Woody Guthrie, and then inspired Christ on Parade? Of course you did.

More shows are coming up on the West Coast in September with a different lineup.


September 6th, 2011 by Anna Brown


Wow, what a show! Black Rainbow/ Younger Lovers/Alabaster Choad/ Displeasure in Colma(!)

24 08 2011

Black Rainbow, Younger Lovers, Alabaster Choad, Displeasure, July 16, 2011 @ Serra Bowl in Colma, CA. Show review by Anna Brown, still from video by Sarolta Jane Cump.

Black Rainbow (video still by Sarolta Jane)

The bowling alley, it turns out, is a fine place for shows. If you clear a space in the arcade and set up a shitty P.A., the bands are pretty audible over the sound of crashing pins. You can get a grilled cheese and fries at the snack bar, or onion rings if you’re vegan, and belt out some Luther Vandross on the karaoke stage in back between bands.

Younger Lovers (video still by Sarolta Jane)

Serra Bowl was a weird scene on Saturday night. The punks, the bowling alley folk, and the professional karaoke singers all got along fine, though. And the bands were great.

Alabaster Choad (video still by Sarolta Jane)

Brontez was in the house with The Younger Lovers, celebrating their self-titled record release. Best record cover ever, BTW. And Black Rainbow played a loud and wild set in front of the Joust game. But, in an even more surreal moment, Exene Cervenka, (who was in town making a movie about Ivy Jean) sang acapella, old depression-era country songs, and even “The World’s a Mess,” wearing overalls and sounding just as tough as ever. There was a moment there when I was sure I was dreaming.

Exene Cervenka (video still by Sarolta Jane)


August 24th, 2011 by Anna Brown


Wow, what an ART show…
Janelle Hessig’s Carnal Comics

9 08 2011

Opening night for Janelle Hessig’s “Carnal Comics” show at 1-2-3-4 Go! Records in Oakland, CA, 7/21/11. Reviewed by contributor Anna Brown…

Janelle Hessig’s art show was everything fans could hope for and more. The beloved talent behind Tales of Blarg did not disappoint. Young punks get ready to grope each other by the river, a leather clad werewolf rides a Harley down the highway, girls eat pizza wearing just their panties, and we are treated to a detailed map of Middle Earth’s sex trade, where Golem is a butt boy, the orcs will beat you senseless, and the elves will fuck your mind.

Every detail was beautifully rendered in gouache and framed on the walls of Oakland’s finest record store, 1-2-3-4 Go! as part of its anniversary gala, which included shows and a record swap. A personal favorite, “Werewolf Bait,” has a lonely teen waiting up in her bedroom late at night, bedecked in sausages and sitting on a bloody steak, hoping to attract her werewolf crush. Check out this show while it’s still up. Janelle’s art is a treasure of the scene. It’s sexy, subversive, smart, and hella funny.

Word on the streets is prints will be available sometime soon.

(art and photo by Janelle)


August 9th, 2011 by Anna Brown


Tejas Video Meltdown #3 – Women in Prison

14 07 2011

TVM Numero Trois. Does this count as part of the fest? Are you bothered? Okay, technically a pre-fest gig, this late night exposé at Chain Drive marked our initiation into that inimitable live hardpunk music gigger experience native to Austin, quite outside of the whole Fest deal.

We learnt that in the case of WOMEN IN PRISON, this can often involve large amounts of beer, spit, and glitter. Formerly of a hundred other bands, these gallant stallions of the Texan undergrowth proved conclusively that this is no locals only outing, and their record out right now on Hozac echoes this point. Driving, writhing rage-a-thon hardcore tunes good for fightin’ round the world to. Vaaska and The Altars also played. Sweet.

Women in Prison, Live at Chain Drive, (1st June 2011)


July 14th, 2011 by Bryony


Tejas Video Meltdown #2 – Nü Sensae

6 07 2011

Welcome to the second installment of TVM, this time brought to you from the sticky floor of Austin mainstay Beerland. Despite being kinda low down on the bill, and playing only one time at a sort of peripheral-to-the-fest show, the chance to catch NÜ SENSAE live was a serious deal breaker in our attendance all the way from the U of K.

For the louts at the back, this Vancouver duo make the soundtrack to somethin’ seriously seismic. Their short set was a hidden nugget of totally furious tightness in a sea of sweat-encrusted averageness. It was pared down, spooky, and they managed to play the hardest and most directly blistering set I saw all Fest, albeit to less than thirty people.

Pfft, right? But those who missed them due to clashes or being in dumbo festival-fug mode, despair not because their intense two month (yeah, two month) “Clown Life” tour of the USA with British Colombia buds White Lung is not yet over! To whet your appetite, see here and peep the remaining dates here. Without further ado, here is the footage. Feeeeel the Darkness.

Nü Sensae live at Beerland (June 3rd, 2011)


July 6th, 2011 by Bryony


Tejas Video Meltdown #1: Crazy Spirit

1 07 2011

HEY! Here’s a brief interlude of visual treats from the fiery pit of heat and spikes that was Chaos in Tejas 2011, Austin’s annual punk rock circle jerk.

Now that the sunburn is just scar tissue and the inevitable post-fest flu has finally abated, you can sit back and enjoy the finest wobbly-handed documentation, courtesy of video/tape label enterprise Kiss Ass To Your Peer Group, with some accompanying words from your very own columnist Bryony B.

In the interests of avoiding overstimulation, we’ll be drip-feeding y’all. Get ready.

Crazy Spirit (NY) Live at Lake Travis (“The Boat”)

As a virgin to the gently swaying, salty smellin’ environs of this eponymous party boat, the cameraman and I, together with our other reserved British pal, could do little other than gawp in awe that anyone could have fun in this heat, let alone play the raging set of tight, scummy, moron punk that CRAZY SPIRIT so effortlessly did for the second time in two days, and all in less than ideal sonic circumstances.

Wild beasts of urban decay transplanted to a craggy inlet off the Texan coast, the video shows the weirdness of the situation all too well. But weird is GOOD, right? The rest of their short set is otherwise a blur, perhaps beause we also forgot to bring any food or water. Dick move.  You can also see their debut set at Emo’s here, in case ya missed it, and buy the repress of their killer demo now on 12” from this fine label.


July 1st, 2011 by Bryony


Wow, what shows! Asta Kask/Vaccuum/Airfix Kits/Autonomy/Broken Needle/Mata Mata/Tuberculosis and more!! California, May 2011

31 05 2011

In the middle of three weeks of jet-setting (NYC for a week, SF for a few days, and then out to Chattanooga this coming weekend) I foolishly tried to see all four of Asta Kask‘s California shows and Autonomy‘s only SoCal gig. I didn’t manage to see any of the shows in their entirety, but here’s a hodge-podge review of what I did catch — with lotsa photos, to boot. I’m not gonna bother to list the bands I missed…

Autonomy and Parlor at Harold’s Place in San Pedro, CA, 5/25/11

Autonomy (photo by Paul Curran)

AUTONOMY is part of what appears to be a big explosion of “peace punk” bands over the last few years. Most of these bands have been coming out of the West Coast but these guys hail from the magical vortex that is Carbondale, IL, and feature on bass guitar that town’s foremost representative, the one and only Ray Suburbia. But of course this is not a one-man show, and the band quickly proved that by busting out a set that was full-on, with every band member giving it their all despite what at first felt like a fairly lackluster bar crowd. I think they won everyone over pretty quickly, though, basically ’cause their music rules. Driving, mid-tempo, kinda dark punk that’s clearly rooted in “anarcho” but with lyrics that are not so preachy/corny. Only a couple of this band’s tunes are available online right now but I have it on good word that a full-length vinyl release in the works. I, for one, cannot wait.

Parlor (photo by Paul Curran)

PARLOR was a big surprise — really unique, simultaneously quirky and straightforward, tuneful dual vocal-laden rock ‘n’ roll. I don’t know if these guys are Mike Watt fans or if being in San Pedro is the only reason I thought of him, but I feel like PARLOR fits perfectly with the Watt ethos: heavy musicianship while being down-to-earth and not show-offy in the slightest. Couple that with having tons of energy and great “stage” presence (Harold’s has no stage) this band totally blew me away. I got their 12″ which emphasizes the tunes and virtuosity more than the power and rawness of the live show… It’s really great too, though.

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Asta Kask and Vaccuum at Submission/Balazo in SF, 5/26/11

Vaccuum (photo by Paul Curran)

No offense to my homies in Vaccuum but I was trying to time it perfectly so that I could go straight from my band’s practice to this show and catch the last two bands: Young Offenders and Asta Kask. When I arrived, Young Offenders were rockin’ on stage and I was stoked. Said hello to a couple people, grabbed my camera, went up front and… “Thanks a lot, we’re Young Offenders, good night!” I’m sure that’s happened to you before. To me, it seems like it happens way too often. But hey, no worries, I didn’t think I’d have a chance to catch brutality merchants, MRR shitworkers, and 100% cool dudes VACCUUM, but due to the schedule being switched around I was gonna get to see them instead of Young Offenders. Actually I did get to see the Offenders “perform” in a way because two of that band’s members (also MRR shitworkers) got pretty aggro on one of the pit-moshers and nearly started a huge brawl. Way to go, old folx! Actually, Robert of Vaccuum got pretty tee’d at them, wise sage that he is, and reminded everyone that it’s not cool to fight at shows, “I don’t care who the fuck you are.” Hear hear. Vaccuum does their ass kicking musically, and tonight’s show was no exception. They’re loud, fast, heavy and I imagine are saying some cool shit. I could go get my lyric sheet and verify but come on, this is a show review not a fucking essay.

Asta Kask (photo by Paul Curran)

ASTA KASK (!!) was next, and let me preface by saying that this is one of my all-time favorite bands. I’m generally not one to be excited about a band based purely on nostalgia, but in this case my amygdala was not going to tolerate any cynicism whatsoever and all I could think was “Asta Kask good.” To cut to the chase: yes, they were great! Sure, they had a really dorky rock ‘n’ roll stage presence and were dressed in what my friend Barker described as “Lagwagon’s  2001 Warped Tour outfits,” but they could still play those damn songs like it was nineteen-eighty-whatever again, albeit a couple registers lower in vocal range due to old age. Apart from a few songs that may or may not have been newer, they played all the old hits and it was a pogoin’ mock-Swedish sing-alongin’ good time for the whole damn set. Do not miss them in Texas, y’all!

Footnote: Does the sound at Balazo still suck balls? Yes, it does! WT fucking F? I noticed they did reposition the PA speakers since I was there last and it sounded halfway OK if you stood pretty far back in the room, but still…

***

Asta Kask, Monster Squad, and Airfix Kits at 924 Gilman 5/28/11

Airfix Kits (photo by Paul Curran)

Gilman shows are hit-and-miss and when I arrived it was feeling very much like a “miss” kind of night. Not many people were there, and those that were seemed like they came for Monster Squad and would be leaving leaving right after they played (due to curfews and/or lack of Asta Kask awareness).  Indeed, not many present “got” AIRFIX KITS and at first they played to a only handful of polite Gilmians. But as their set progressed it seemed that they and the crowd got more into it, and when I turned around I saw a good amount of people bouncing along to the Kitties’ jaunty tunes. I don’t need to tell you about this band, do I? Really? OK, Airfix Kits sound like a closeted indie-pop skinhead in a bike crash with D. Boone’s guitar tech. You’ll like them, if you don’t already.

MONSTER SQUAD, Monster Squad, Monster Squad… OK, so apparently there’s this whole parallel universe where bands like the Unseen and Total Chaos are seen as seminal, classic bands, and literally everyone knows the words to every Monster Squad song. This other universe also contains a lot more drinking, puking, fighting, and general stupidity than ours does. You could argue that it’s even more punk than our own, but you’d be wrong. Anyway, whenever Monster Squad plays Gilman I usually end up somehow getting duped into working the side door or security, and they usually end up being party to some stupid fight or drinking on stage, and of course there’s underage wastedness and lots of vomit, etc. Miraculously there was only a limited amount of this at this particular show, although, yes, I did get duped into working and yes, the band did drink on stage, and I’m sure there was plenty of underage puke but thank goodness I did not have to clean it up. (If I had a lot more time to work on this review I would love to find a way to work the quote, “Wolfman has nards!” into it somewhere…)

ASTA KASK (again!!) really turned this night around, for me and for everyone present. The Monster Squad crowd stuck around and whatever fights that were brewing in the pit were instantly placated by the Swedes’ enthusiasm and catchy thrash tunes. All the balding old punx came rolling in from the brewery across the street where they had been hiding out, and thanks to the side-door person who ditched their post earlier in the show the crowd had grown a sizable amount from when I arrived. It was the day before the birthday of my best friend Skot who shared my love for Asta Kask back in high school, so it was especially poignant to be able to share seeing this band with him… More “I have no idea what they’re saying” singalongs while trying to defend our ground from out-of-control moshers — just like the olden days! It was even heartwarming to see those obnoxious youngsters who I was giving the “don’t you fucking dare” eye earlier thrashing in a circle and having a genuinely good time. After the show Skot and I bought all the Asta Kask merch and tried shyly talk to them like the fanboys we still are. Those guys were very nice and seemed truly stoked to be touring the states after all these years.

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Broken Needle, Tuberculosis and Mata Mata at DiPiazza’s in Long Beach, CA 5/29/11

Tuberculosis (photo by Paul Curran)

Well, I didn’t go to see Asta Kask the night before this at the BLVD in East LA, mainly because that place is bullshit. Sure, they put on a lot of punk shows, but they don’t give a shit about the punx and just want their fuckin’ money. Enuff said. The next night was at a pizza place with some kind of weird age restriction curfew thing — under 21 allowed until 10pm or some crap like that. I’m sure the resourceful younger ponx managed to work their way around that one though. If it hasn’t been pounded into your thick skulls enough here at MRR.com, the LA punk scene rules and if you don’t come here and check it out sometime you may risk missing a great era and never be able to tell everyone that you were fucking there. A lot of ink and pixels have been spent on praising the good folks involved in the “raw ponk” community here, but this show was put on by another vital member of the LA scene, Todd from Broken Needle. He’s at all the raw ponx’ shows and probably a ton of others that I never manage to get to. He serves as a bridge between some of the disparate sub-sub-communities that flourish in the confusing shitpile known as SoCal and deserves much praise for his valiant efforts.

Broken Needle (photo by Paul Curran) ...click on this one to get the full effect

BROKEN NEEDLE was the first band I saw, having missed the first one or two, and they totally ripped. They weren’t very active on stage (except for Todd, who sings) but the music still had tons of energy and had people running in circles and punching one another. At one point this strange, tall punk kid got knocked over, apparently hit his head on the wall, and looked stone cold dead on the floor for about 15 seconds. He snapped out of it, got up and sat down on the stage where a Todd gave him a personal serenade to make him feel better… [see comments below]

Mata Mata (photo by Paul Curran)

Right around this time I started to feel the effects of all my traveling and rocking and the beer and the pizza and I was ready to head home for a deep sleep. But there was no way in fuck that I was gonna miss Tuberculosis and Mata Mata, two of thee best bands in existence… TUBERCULOSIS has a bunch of newer material that is so damn good. It sounds like some of the more melodic European punk bands might be influencing their sound, but with Reyna’s raging vox it doesn’t sound softer, just more nuanced and catchy. I can’t wait for a new recording from this band cuz I know it’s gonna rule. MATA MATA always sounds heavy as fuck, with Eddie’s chunky guitar riffs and Phil’s brutal vocals leading the way. At this show Phil had a whole cheering section chanting his name between songs! Sadly for all you Austin-bound ragers, these guys won’t be able to make it to Chaos in Tejas due to a bunch of shitty financial disasters… Will someone out there please donate a few hundred thousand bucks to the LA raw ponx so they can buy a good van, their own warehouse and a recording studio? That would be cool. Thanks.

My body and mind couldn’t go any further so I missed Extortion, Germ Attak and Asta Kask, but having seen the latter perform the exact same show twice already, I’m sure they were just as good at this show. Does anyone wanna report on what I missed? Comment here! Thanks for reading. If you think you can do a show review that’s better (or shittier even) than this, send the text and photos to webzine {at} maximumrocknroll(.)com and we’ll publish it… Thanks and good night. Zzzzzz.


May 31st, 2011 by Paul


Wow, what a show! Shitstorm/The Kill/Noisear/DOC/Street Pizza/ATT in RVA 5/22/11

24 05 2011

Disciples of Christ (photo by Will Butler)

Most of my excitement leading up to this show stemmed around the fact that I chose to go to Chaos In Tejas (say hi if you see me there) over going to Maryland Death Fest. Both awesome lineups, but the possibility of seeing Lärm (canceled), Seein Red (canceled), Low Threat Profile (canceled), and Killing Joke (canceled) seemed to outweigh what MDF offered this year. Don’t get me wrong, Chaos in Tejas is stacked this year but, damn, did some amazing bands drop off. Well, the one major letdown was the fact that Australia’s premiere grindcore act, The Kill, would only be playing up in Baltimore for the fest I chose not to go to. To my belated surprise I got an invite on the internet to come see this show and I about ran circles around the room for joy, I could have kissed Mark Osborn on the lips for putting this together two hours away up in Richmond, Virginia.

I got a few Raleigh folks on board to come up with me and, surprises among surprises, I found out that my good friends Steveo and Andrea would be around and wanted to come with. Ended up being my awesome roommate Jace and the pair to head up. We rolled up in a leisurely Sunday style — ate some vegan all-you-can-eat buffet across the street, and prepared for a grindcore assault at Strange Matter.

First to play was Ancient Torture Techniques. I apologize for not having any pictures of them, I had thought to grab my camera out of my car a few minutes too late as I had a bird’s eye view and they started playing… plus, it appeared a friend or girlfriend of the band was getting video of them right next to me. Simone, the guitar player and long time acquaintance, had eaten all-you-can-eat buffet right next to us earlier in the evening but it didn’t seem to slow him down any, he was thrashing about the crowd as he played. The bass player did some cutting wood attacks with his bass and I was prepared to kick him back into his area if he got too close. The band shared vocal duties, had some yelling, screaming, and Simone threw back some of the Man Is The Bastard Cookie-Monster vocals. I’m 99% sure they are the only band that sounds like this in Virginia Beach, so glad to keep powerviolence strong up the coast.

Street Pizza (photo by Will Butler)

After ATT left the floor, RVA’s own Street Pizza started setting up on stage. Ironic band name aside, I had heard great things about this band and was excited about finally seeing them. I would have liked to have seen them play on the floor, but they delivered a tight set. Really quality grind-violence/powerviolence with songs that weren’t too short to be enjoyable. Caught a few pictures of the bass player singing with his eyes bugging out which made me laugh.

Disciples of Christ (photo by Will Butler)

Following the hometown heroes, Disciples of Christ, a.k.a. DOC, took the floor. I have an unfair bias towards this band, but for good damn reason. This was my second time seeing them and they were just as intense. Brutal blasting grindcore from DC featuring Nolan who is ex-Juice Tyme, young gun Tim, and Chris of Magrudergrind/Coke Bust/Sick Fix fame. Nolan played in the normal power-stance with his mic set up three to four feet from the ground and one leg dragged far back while playing and singing. All three of them sing. No fluff, great short set.

Noisear (photo by Will Butler)

When the show was first announced two or three weeks prior, they didn’t have Noisear listed as playing. It was a nice surprise to see them added into the mix. New Mexico’s grindcore outfit rolled up onto the stage with some funny looking death metal instruments but I was super stoked to see the guitar player wearing a Gate shirt. The band was noticeably more on the metal tip than the last set of bands but they tore through some songs like wet toilet paper. Not totally my cup of tea but I definitely liked them and I see them being a big hit at Deathfest.

The Kill (photo by Will Butler)

Holy crap. Holy crap? Holy crap! The Kill takes stage and I’m floored. I briefly and awkwardly met Roby, their guitar player, who I have been in contact with before, and felt like a weird fanboy taking pictures right under where he is playing guitar on a weird rolling set of stairs up to the stage. During their set my perch on the stairs almost got uprooted as the movable set of stairs I was on got moshed into a few times. Getting back to what’s important — The Kill. The Kill is Australia’s answer to Magrudergrind… super fast and blasty grindcore with no bass player. The played an absolutely perfect set and polished it all off with a Napalm Death cover.

Shitstorm (photo by Will Butler)

Last to play are my great old friends Shitstorm. I have known Ricky, Dub, Jon, and even their new bass player Eric, for about seven or eight years now. They consist of Miami locals, and I think Ricky is now an Atlanta transplant. The band plays super pissed off, primal grind and I’ve had the pleasure of seeing them quite a few times. Actually, I drove two hours to the NC coast to see them play last summer, brought my camera to take pictures of them but left my camera battery in the charger. Lots of moshing in the crowd and Eric did some awesome youth crew jumps while swinging his bass behind his back so that he could get some height.

Will Butler (me) and Roby from The Kill (photo by Tim Mullaney)

I ended up talking to Roby from The Kill quite a bit before embarking on the trip home with my small NC crew. He told me about his four-year-old son that he misses, he told me that the drummer from Noisear got mugged in New York, and he ended up giving me quite a few kisses on my cheek. Legit awesome guy. Sorry to hear about the drummer from Noisear — hope they have better luck the next time they are up that way. In all, amazing trip. Thanks to all those who came with me, Mark for booking the show, the good RVA locals, and the bands…definitely the bands. It was a great small venue prequel to MDF for anyone going up to that, but it was just the amount of grind to get me stoked on life.

Enjoy some video that me and Jace Kuhn shot at the show:
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The Kill
Shitstorm

Scroll through all of the photos from the show here:

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Disciples of Christ - Photo by Will Butler

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Disciples of Christ - Photo by Will Butler

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Disciples of Christ - Photo by Will Butler

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Disciples of Christ - Photo by Will Butler

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Noisear - Photo by Will Butler

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Noisear - Photo by Will Butler

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Shitstorm - Photo by Will Butler

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Shitstorm - Photo by Will Butler

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Shitstorm - Photo by Will Butler

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Shitstorm - Photo by Will Butler

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Street Pizza - Photo by Will Butler

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Street Pizza - Photo by Will Butler

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Street Pizza - Photo by Will Butler

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The Kill - Photo by Will Butler

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The Kill - Photo by Will Butler

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Will Butler (me) and Roby from The Kill - Photo by Tim Mullaney


Besides being MRR.com’s premier show reviewer/photographer combo, Will Butler‘s claims to fame are To Live A Lie Records and Fastcore Photos (Issue #2 is almost out for those who care!). If you take photos and like to write about punk shows (or if you and a friend wanna team up to do this) drop us a line at webzine {at} maximumrocknroll(.)com with a sample review and pics, and maybe you too can be a MRR shitblogger!


May 24th, 2011 by Will Butler


Wow, what a show! Deskonocidos/ Criaturas/Mundo Muerto* in Long Beach 4/8/11

12 04 2011

* L.A.’s RAYOS X and POLISKITZO also played this show but we showed up too late to catch them. Punk Time is hard to gauge in this part of the state, so you don’t know whether to show up an hour after the flyer’s start time or, like, 3 hours… Well, we guessed wrong and I’m a little bummed because these are two of my favorite L.A. bands — and with competition like Tuberculosis, Mata Mata, and a bunch of great San Pedro bands, that’s saying a lot. I did manage to pick up a new demo from Poliskitzo at this show, and it’s fantastic — really catchy and a lot more polished (in a good way) than the last one. I blogged about them before and they’ve gotten even better since then. A vinyl release would be nice to see… okay, guys? Anyway, on to the show!

Mundo Muerto (photo by Paul Curran)

MUNDO MUERTO was a perfect start to an exciting night. They play a great variety of thrashy-to-slow, brutal-to-melodic punk rock that’s always got a driving rhythm that you can’t not dance to. Lots of whoa-oh’s too, which always gets the crowd singing along ’round these parts. An LP by this band is coming out soon and it sounds amazing. Check out the preview tracks here (I recommend “Enganados”). Chalk up yet another awesome band for the Southland.

Mundo Muerto (photo by Paul Curran)

There was a pretty long gap between bands so we hung out in the back of the house and watched the usual madcap spectacle that is the 6th Street Haus backyard. Punx from all walks of life were at this show… There was the lady who sexually harasses everyone at every show, the gang of very young, very spikey punks who were representing all the best (and worst) of the early British working class bands on their leather jackets and butt-flaps. Lots of dudes with face tattoos (one of them also had Homer Simpson as the Circle Jerks skanking dude on his arm — awesome!), and lots and lots of weed. L.A. loves the weed, I’m just sayin’. But technically we are in Long Beach, not L.A., which sometimes means there’s a bit of bro-dude attitude (mostly it’s all about calling people “bitches” and “fags” left and right) but that was not the case on this night. Lots of respect all around at this show, making it the best Long Beach show yet.

Criaturas (photo by Paul Curran)

When CRIATURAS from Austin, TX, got started, the show went from rollicking ponk-rawk party to super rager freakout scene. The tiny room went wild and it was hard for anyone to stand up straight. This band is solid as fuck, living up to all of the MRR hype® you’ve heard of late, with wildman and guitar genius Victor almost stealing the show from vocalist Dru, who keeps the intensity going from start to finish. Chris Pfeffer, a man of many bands and many talents kills the drums, while Matt and Eddie add boom and crunch… With most of these band members playing in a bunch of amazing current Austin bands (including Deskonocidos and Vaaska), they must have to write a shit-ton of riffs — yet somehow every one of them is still great. They’re still on tour right now, so be sure to catch this band in your town! There’s some video from their set below. You can’t see shit, but it sure captures the feeling of performance. Watch it while spitting beer in the air, hitting yourself on the head with a boot, and fill up the room with pot smoke and it will be just like you were really there.

DESKONOCIDOS started out with a terrific, slow, Killing Joke-y song which got everyone thinking they were going to get a rest from the chaos. No such luck, as the rest of the set ripped at full speed ahead. Eddie, Matt, and Victor from Criaturas also play in Deskonocidos but they showed no signs of fatigue from already playing one raging set. The crowd didn’t calm down either. There was a guy on crutches in the pit, and during one song I got an elbow in one eye and a liberty spike in the other.

Deskonocidos (photo by Paul Curran)

On a night of three killer drummers, I enjoyed watching Ryan the most as he was always on and had some real style. As mentioned before, Deskonocidos and Criaturas are touring the West Coast for another week or so, and are not to be missed. While you’re there be sure to pick up their records and the Vaaska LP — it’s all incredibly good shit!

Deskonocidos (photo by Paul Curran)

Here’s that Criaturas footage — and this guy has more video from the show here.


April 12th, 2011 by Paul