Tuesday, December 17, 2024

A Chat with KEVIN RUTMANIS and GINA SKWOZ of LORDS AND LADY KEVIN

 Author/journalist Joel Gausten talks with Kevin Rutmanis (Melvins/Cows/Tomahawk/Hepa.titus) and Gina Skwoz of the experimental duo Lords and Lady Kevin about their new album, Last Days at Hot Slit, a collaboration with Trevor Dunn (Mr. Bungle/Tomahawk) under the moniker Dunn with Lords and Lady Kevin.

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Saturday, December 14, 2024

Art, Rock, Revolution: Remembering MIA ZAPATA and THE GITS with STEVE MORIARTY

Author and journalist Joel Gausten talks with Steve Moriarty of The Gits about his new book, "Mia Zapata and The Gits: A Story of Art, Rock, and Revolution" (Feral House), which celebrates the band's musical history and the life of its late frontwoman, Mia Zapata.

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Thursday, October 31, 2024

A Halloween Chat with DR. CHUD

HAPPY HALLOWEEN! Author/journalist Joel Gausten talks with his old friend Dr. Chud (Misfits/The Karens/Dr. Chud's X-Ward/Solo) about his current projects, his history in The Misfits, and much more.

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WORDS FOR B.T.




Like many New Jersey punks of my generation, I first met B.T. back in the old Pipeline days in the '90s. There he was, the venue’s version of Norm from Cheers, sitting dutifully at the bar amidst the noise and chaos. Aside from an occasional handshake and nod, I didn’t really converse with him back then despite sharing the stage with The Wretched Ones numerous times. The guys in that band were our heroes — older dudes showing us young’uns how it’s done. Nobody could touch them.

Fast-forward to Labor Day 2023. I’m at my friend Kevin’s place in North Jersey when I spot B.T. grilling chicken. I reintroduce myself and start talking with him. That chat unfolded just like all the subsequent ones I’d have with him. He was always a little slow to engage at first, but then the conversation would gradually build to epic discussions on music and more. He was a humble, gentle, warm, and friendly dude whose company was never a drag.
When I got my YouTube channel going, I knew I had to get B.T. on the podcast. Although he seemed a little uneasy with the format at first, he quickly settled in to be one of my most engaging and insightful guests. Considering his history in the scene (which dated back to the '70s), it’s no surprise that it ended up being a three-parter. The final installment was posted just this past August. Please check out those episodes. Everything I’ve said about his personality will make absolute sense.
As a journalist, I try to seek out and document colorful people with stories to tell. My hope is to leave something of value behind if those individuals leave us too soon. What I didn’t expect was to see my channel represent fallen friends so quickly. I lost another guest and lovely guy, Jack Russell, just a few weeks ago. I had talked to Inger Lorre more than once about coming on, but she ultimately bailed as the trials of tribulations of her life and career had made her press-shy. The sting of her recent passing hasn’t gotten any better in the days since she left us. And now B.T. is gone.
I’m really tired of writing these fucking things.
The last time I saw him was this past Labor Day weekend, again at Kevin’s. He was in good spirits despite showing signs of bad health. As parties at Kevin’s often do, the night concluded with an epic jam. At one point, a group of guests started playing “Dead Flowers” by The Rolling Stones. I spotted B.T. sitting on an amp and playing tambourine. I immediately grabbed a tom-tom and played beside him. I had a feeling I should seize the moment and make some noise with him. It was my first and only time playing with the guy.
Yeah, I rehearsed with The Misfits, toured with Electric Frankenstein, sold out CBGB with The Undead, and got swept up in the Pigface maelstrom for 18 years. Who fucking cares? I got to jam with Billy Fucking T. My work here is done.
A short while later, B.T. got in his car and turned the ignition. I walked over and grabbed his hand through the car window.
“Take care, my friend.”
He nodded, smiled, and drove away.





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A Chat with hackedepicciotto


Author/journalist Joel Gausten talks with Alexander Hacke (EinstĂĽrzende Neubauten/Crime and the City Solution) and Danielle de Picciotto (Space Cowboys/Crime and the City Solution) of hackedepicciotto about their forthcoming release The Best of hackedepicciotto (Live in Napoli), their individual projects, their nomadic lifestyle, and much more.

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Tuesday, October 29, 2024

A Chat with DAVID LOWERY (CRACKER/CAMPER VAN BEETHOVEN)


Author/journalist Joel Gausten talks with David Lowery (Cracker/Camper Van Beethoven) about Cracker's forthcoming compilation Alternative History: A Cracker Retrospective, the band's experiences in the Alternative Rock boom of the early/mid 1990s, the economic impact of music industry changes on working musicians, Camper Van Beethoven's Key Lime Pie era, and much more.

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Saturday, October 26, 2024

WORDS FOR INGER



October 18, 2024

Inger Lorre has finally found her place where nothing hurts and no one knows. Where does that leave the rest of us? Standing agape, pondering this female fireball who crashed to Earth (in this case, Matawan, NJ), blasted her way to Los Angeles, whipped up tremendous music and art, blew our frigging minds, and bid us adieu before we could even fathom what in the hell had hit us.

I already miss her terribly. She blew into my inbox — and my life — last December, shortly after I published a review of her album Gloryland. That album found me when I needed it most. The promo arrived just days after I found myself single (again), leaving me with plenty of free time to feel sorry for myself. If you’ve ever given that damn record a spin, you know what it did to me. My words on it caught Inger’s attention, and before long, we started chatting … and chatting.
The timing of the arrival of Inger’s … Ingerness … was impeccable, as it was Christmas Eve and, for the first time in years, I had nowhere to go. That evening marked the first of many conversations that were among the deepest and most intense I’ve ever had with anyone (the details of which shall remain private).
There we were, two Jersey crazies who flew the coop to out-chase our traumas and find a way out. At some point, I asked if she’d be interested in receiving a copy of my most recent book, “The 3 AM Girls and More.” Despite the book’s unabashed male gazeyness, I knew in my gut that she’d “get” it. She did — and even asked me to mail a copy to her mom! Fucking brilliant.
Our talks were surreal. Family, music, love, and loss — nothing was off-limits with her, and her words hit me like freight trains. She often sprinkled our conversations with references to the book, letting me know she had indeed read it and enjoyed it. She also offered to do the artwork for my next book cover. (She was such an amazing artist — on par with her musical output, for sure.) The last time I heard from her, she sent me a few more samples of her work to keep the idea fresh in my mind.
And then … silence.
I couldn’t sleep for shit this morning. At around 3 a.m. – naturally – I went on Facebook and saw Paul Roessler’s post with a photo of Inger and Schnitzel with a simple heart emoji. In that instant, I knew.
Inger was, shall we say, endearingly erratic. Hearing from her was always an adventure. Sometimes, her naked honesty and vulnerability shook my heart; other times, I could only strap in and hold on for dear life as her scattered words, random audio clips, and all-important (and always welcomed) Schnitzel updates flooded my senses and melted my brain. As individuals go, she was a fascinating bunch of people. And I loved them all.
My God, what a beautifully broken, fierce, fearless, frazzled, and fragile fucking nutjob. That kind of light is never destined to last long, but hers shone exquisitely.
I’ve often likened a creative endeavor to a solitary scream in the dark. Do we really want anyone to hear it? If we do, does it matter to us if they understand? Here’s the truth: It fucking does. I’ve been listening to Inger’s "screams" on record for more than 30 years. More importantly, I’ve always heard them.
Before I mailed her the book, I sent her this pic of the inscription. She replied:
“Awe…. So sweet (at least SOMEONE was listening!)”
A lot of us were listening, dear. I wish you were here to read the many heartfelt and heartbroken words about you online today. You were heard, you were understood, and you were loved.
Goddamn, I hope you knew that.



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A Chat with GARY ROBERT (GARY ROBERT AND COMMUNITY/THE TWILIGHT IDOLS)


Author/journalist Joel Gausten talks with veteran Missouri Post-Punk musician Gary Robert (Gary Robert and Community/The Twilight Idols) about his decades-long history in music, his experiences recording with legendary producer Ethan James (Radio Tokyo) in the '80s, and his band's extraordinary new single, "Shout, Drums, Dance."

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A Chat with ROBBY BLOODSHED (MOURNING NOISE/VOICE OF DOOM/SOLO)


Author/journalist Joel Gausten talks with NJ Horror Punk frontman/multi-instrumentalist Robby Bloodshed (Mourning Noise/Voice of Doom/Sardonica/Mister Monster/Solo) about his forthcoming solo release "Shadow of Myself" and history in music.

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A Chat with KEVIN BORLAND

Author/journalist Joel Gausten talks with musician Kevin Borland about his New Jersey-centric album, The Harvest.

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Did Glenn Danzig Really Write The Misfits' Songs?


Original Misfits guitarist Franché Coma sets the record straight on singer Glenn Danzig's songwriting contributions to the band.

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A Chat with FRANCHÉ COMA (MISFITS/FC INC./ACTIVE INGREDIENTS)


Author/journalist Joel Gausten talks with original Misfits guitarist Franché Coma about the band's early days, his memories of his late Active Ingredients bandmate Mike "Ashley" Morance, and his new group, FC INC.

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A Chat with LENA ANSORGE (EA TRISIGNEA/BABALON SPELLBOOK)


Author/journalist Joel Gausten talks with poetess, writer, and musician Lena Ansorge (Ea Trisignea/Babalon Spellcheck) about her new Ea Trisignea album, Airais, a collection of "original human-written lyrics brought to life in AI music."

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A Chat with NASTY RONNIE (NASTY SAVAGE)


Author/journalist Joel Gausten talks with legendary Metal singer Nasty Ronnie about his band Nasty Savage's first album in 20 years (Jeopardy Room), the recent passing of original Nasty Savage drummer Curtis Beeson, and how Hurricane Milton affected the band's members.

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DEZ CADENA Talks About THE RAMONES


Dez Cadena (Black Flag/Astral Jets/Misfits/DC3/Twisted Roots/Dondo) talks with author/journalist Joel Gausten about his experience discovering The Ramones in 1976.

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DEZ CADENA on the TAYLOR HAM/PORK ROLL Debate

New Jersey natives Dez Cadena (Black Flag/Astral Jets/Misfits/DC3/Twisted Roots/Dondo) and Joel Gausten (Pigface/Electric Frankenstein/The Undead) discuss the state's highly controversial Taylor Ham vs. Pork Roll debate.






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DEZ CADENA Talks About HENRY ROLLINS and BLACK FLAG


Former Black Flag member Dez Cadena talks with author/journalist Joel Gausten about vocalist Henry Rollins' time in the band.






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A Chat with KURT BEERS (THE BARONS/NECK RECORDS/MOJO 13)


Author/journalist Joel Gausten talks with veteran Delaware musician, record label owner, and show promoter Kurt Beers (The Barons/Neck Records/Mojo 13) about his history in the state's underground music scene.






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A Chat with JOHN "LUNAR" RICHEY (LUNAR BEAR ENSEMBLE/MACHINE GUN)


Author/journalist Joel Gausten talks with veteran author/poet, spoken word artist, and frontman John "Lunar" Richey (Lunar Bear Ensemble/Lunar Ensemble/Machine Gun) about his music history and experiences with Martin Atkins, Henry Rollins, Lydia Lunch, Genesis P-Orridge, and others.

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A Chat with DEZ CADENA, BOB LEE, AND HEATH SEIFERT of ASTRAL JETS

Author/journalist Joel Gausten talks with Dez Cadena (Black Flag/DC3/Misfits/Twisted Roots/Dondo), Bob Lee (Claw Hammer/Mike Watt/Backbiter), and Heath Seifert (Angry Samoans/Backbiter/The Magnet Hearts) of Astral Jets about the band's formation, their bandmates Paul Roessler (The Screamers/45 Grave/DC3/Twisted Roots) and Jonathan Hall (Backbiter/Magnet Hearts/Angry Samoans), and the group's debut album, First Thought. Dez also regales everyone with tales of The Ramones, The Misfits, Henry Rollins, and more.

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Sunday, September 29, 2024

Smoke and Awe: An Evening with The Sisters of Mercy

 

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Andrew Eldritch has always been a problem.  

 

As leader of The Sisters of Mercy since 1980, he’s managed to do everything completely wrong. His official output has been, shall we say, less prolific than Scott Walker’s. He’s far from press-accessible these days (a shame, really, considering his deadpan arrogance, sharp intellect, and snarky wit have always been rather endearing), and his band’s official website presumably hasn’t received a visual upgrade since the days of dial-up. (Really. Just look at the damn thing.) Sit his ass on a chair and have him do podcast interviews all day? Not a chance. Encourage him to engage on social media to promote his endeavors? Please. By music industry standards, the man is … difficult. But honestly, we should be used to that by now.

 

Just consider his body of work. After largely defining the sound and aesthetic of gothic rock in the ’80s — a distinction he’d doggedly deny, of course — he entered the ’90s with Vision Thing, a grandiose and often stunning take on Sunset Strip hard rock that felt more like a jam between Kraftwerk and Zodiac Mindwarp than a stroll through the Nephilim’s fields.

 

Songs like “Detonation Boulevard,” “When You Don’t See Me,” and the title track superbly captured the then-current trend of U.K. underground types growing out their hair and donning leathers in a bid for stateside success. (Take a listen to The Cult’s Sonic Temple or Steve Jones’ Fire and Gasoline. I ain’t wrong.) Ever seen the Sisters’ press photos at the time? They even looked like the bloody Cult! But was that anything close to what anyone expected from the “Lucretia My Reflection” guy? All these bewildering choices from the man who brought us Floodland should’ve spelled career suicide. Why didn’t they? Because Vision Thing was goddamn beautiful.

 

Yes, the album was more Harley-Davidson than Djarum Black, but it was still a Sisters of Mercy record. For every “If You Don’t See Me,” there was a “Ribbons.” For every “25 whores in the room next door,” there was an “I can love my fellow man, but I’ll be damned if I’ll love yours.”

 

And “Something Fast”? Leonard Cohen-quality balladry.

 

Even at their Hard Rock peak, the Sisters were never Poison. The band may have looked like they crawled out of the Rainbow at the time, but Vision Thing — like everything associated with the Sisters of Mercy name — thrived by prioritizing brains over bravado. (Despite the album’s conventional leanings, Eldritch was still Eldritchy enough to deliver a lyric about Marx and Engels — as well as a few skillfully veiled jabs at George H.W. Bush — on a product released by a major label in 1990. Impressive.)

 

Despite its Yankee-stroking studio sheen, Vision Thing was still very sophisticated and very British — and, ultimately, too much of both to truly capture the heart of the typical American record buyer upon its release. (The same fate befell the extraordinary Shriekback, who once had the audacity to sing “parthenogenesis” in the chorus of an attempted hit single — a masterstroke in completely going over a general audience’s head. Sometimes, you can be too smart for your own good.)

 

Oddly enough, glorious hindsight shows that Eldritch was onto something with Vision Thing that could’ve been massive in the States and beyond — the perfect look, the perfect vibe, and the perfect sound to usher in (and capitalize from) the Alternative music wave that was about to sweep the world. The stage was set to make the next Sisters of Mercy LP the one — which, naturally, means that Eldritch hasn’t issued a full-length recording since. Just 11 months before Nevermind, Vision Thing’s arrival marked the Sisters’ supposed swan song as an album-producing entity.

 

Aside from a couple of new recordings featured on the 1993 compilation A Slight Case of Overbombing, nary a note by the Sisters has been officially released in over 30 years. On paper, that’s a fairly crap way to cultivate a meaningful presence in the music world, but Eldritch’s apparent disdain for the record business hasn’t stopped him from maintaining and even expanding the band’s international following. Instead of using traditional channels, he’s showcased years of post-Vision Thing material exclusively in live performances, relying on fan recordings and word of mouth as his main distribution methods. The contrarian move has been a success, as The Sisters of Mercy still prompt considerable fanfare whenever they hit the road.

 

Yes, Eldritch has done it all wrong, but that’s precisely what makes him and his art so captivating. Sure, he headlines 5,000-seaters instead of stadiums, but every note he delivers is steeped in integrity — and his crowd turns up because they know the real thing when they hear it. As he man himself once put it, “We might not mean as much to as many people, but we mean more to the people that we reach […] Ultimately, if I have to choose between reaching more people or reaching a few people deeper, I will choose to reach a few people deeper every time.”

 

The Sisters of Mercy’s recent performance at Boston’s MGM Music Hall was a celebration of this truth. Heavy on smoke machines but light on between-song banter, the band’s current lineup — Eldritch, long-serving guitarist Ben Christo (a gentleman of the highest possible order, by the way), relatively new guitarist Kai, and Sisters mainstay Chris Catalyst (who had the all-important job of keeping the band’s “drummer,” Doktor Avalanche, plugged in and pumping) — went through their set Ramones-style, blasting through 19 songs in under 90 minutes. While classic tracks like “Dominion/Mother Russia,” “More,” a particularly menacing rendition of “Ribbons,” and the predictable encore of “Lucretia My Refection”/“This Corrosion” elicited the expected crowd roars, unreleased numbers like “Summer” and the exceptional “Don’t Drive on Ice” were received with equal enthusiasm. For my money (or, in this case, my guest pass), the band’s blistering takes on 1982’s “Alice” and the Vision Thing deep cut “I Was Wrong” were enough to make this the best live show I’ve seen in years. I’ll even forgive them for not touching anything off 1985’s First and Last and Always.

 

Eldritch has been in the game a long time, and it shows. At 65, his trademark baritone has become a gravelly growl that now echoes from a bald head that once sported flowing black locks. Who cares? If anything, his time-worn vocal grit only deepens the sinister edge of the group’s notoriously dark (I daren’t say “gothic” again) repertoire. And, really, who better to deliver it than someone who resembles Nosferatu?

 

The Sisters have seen a slew of stellar musicians pass through their ranks over the years, with talents like Wayne Hussey, Patricia Morrison, Tony James, and Craig Adams setting a high sonic and aesthetic bar along the way. Rising to the challenge with admirable aplomb, Christo and Kai have become essential to the band’s sound, handling much of the Boston set’s heaviest lifting through strong backing vocals and flawless musicianship worthy of their own spotlight. (Extra credit to Kai for his amazing vocal accompaniment on "Temple of Love.") This fact wasn’t lost on Eldritch, who frequently urged the crowd to pay attention to the guitarists by pointing to them like a proud Dr. Frankenstein showing off his creations.

 

“Genius” is tossed around far too liberally these days, but no word better describes Andrew Eldritch’s creative merits. A survivor of an industry known to destroy lesser men, he remains an intriguing square peg in a round, orthodox world.

 

Thank goodness for that.






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Sunday, September 22, 2024

A Chat with CLIFF AND IVY

 

Author/journalist Joel Gausten talks with Alaska-based duo Cliff and Ivy about their 40-year history in music, their roots in the New Jersey underground music scene, their long-time relationships with members of Killing Joke, their extraordinary new album (Sinister Stars), and much more.

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