Are we living in the middle of a full-on, gnarly-ass, rock and roll revolution? Because it sure feels like it to me. I think you’ll know what I’m talking about when you sample the breadth and depth of DYNAMITE HEMORRHAGE RADIO #43, my latest phony radio show recorded on a laptop somewhere in the wilds of Scandinavia. Here we have all manner of dangerous and even sweet sounds, more new than old, and fully deserving of every bit of the next hour that you have.
New stuff this show includes winners from LOS CRIPIS (pictured); the PROPER ORNAMENTS, BUCK BILOXI AND THE FUCKS, COLD BEAT, AUSMUTEANTS, MIRIAM (Linna!!), WET BLANKETS, MUSK, APACHE DROPOUT, HONEY RADAR, SYNTHETIC ID, and yes, MR. BISCUITS…!. But that’s not all we did for you. We also threw together some raw and raging stuff from the ROB JO STAR BAND, THE MIRRORS, HARRY PUSSY, CLAW HAMMER, THE REACTIONARIES, FEEDTIME and even MUDHONEY, baby. Oh look – you’ve already started listening.
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ROB JO STAR BAND – Acid Revolution
SYNTHETIC ID – At an Impasse
HARRY PUSSY – Youth Problem
WET BLANKETS – Dieter Caught My Bus
BUCK BILOXI AND THE FUCKS – I Ain’t Going To Church
BLACK JASPERS – Smart Car
AUSMUTEANTS – Fed Through A Tube
LOS CRIPIS – All My Friends Are Dead
MIRIAM – My Love Has Gone
HONEY RADAR – Scorpions Bought Me Breakfast
PROPER ORNAMENTS – Step Into The Cold
COLD BEAT – Wave
MUSK – Drag House
THE SHAMES – My World Is Upside Down
MUDHONEY – Paperback Life
CLAW HAMMER – Self Destruct
APACHE DROPOUT – Trash is Treasure
THE REACTIONARIES – Innuendo
FEEDTIME – Don’t Tell Me
MR. BISCUITS – My Plums Are Ripe
THE MIRRORS – She Smiled Wild
Some past shows:
Dynamite Hemorrhage #42 (playlist)
Dynamite Hemorrhage #41 (playlist)
Dynamite Hemorrhage #40 (playlist)
Dynamite Hemorrhage #39 (playlist)
Dynamite Hemorrhage #38 (playlist)
Dynamite Hemorrhage #37 (playlist)
Dynamite Hemorrhage #36 (playlist)
Dynamite Hemorrhage #35 (playlist)
Dynamite Hemorrhage #34 (playlist)
Dynamite Hemorrhage #33 (playlist)
Dynamite Hemorrhage #32 (playlist)
It’s so rare for rock-scene-oriented friends to see me at a live show, much less one in Oakland, vs. my hometown of San Francisco. One pal of 23 years who saw me at last night’s BILL DIREEN live show at Oakland’s White Horse Inn asked me if I’d moved to Oakland. Otherwise why would I be out there on a weeknight, right? I get it. This is what happens when you hit the comfort years.
You also pay money to see guys like New Zealand legend BILL DIREEN once you hit the comfort years, a man who outdistances even me in age by at least 10 years. I’ll let you read about the man here, so I don’t have to explain his pedigree and all the weird and insular kiwi-pop/noise/art records he put out in the 80s. MUSK opened the show – a loud, livewire dirty blues/punk band in the ear-shredding Chrome Cranks/Gun Club tradition. Most pleasing to behold.
LITTLE QUEENIE, a local band whom I totally expected from their name to be some dum-dum Gearhead hot rod band singing about mopars and drag racing, were pretty much the exact opposite: A wiry, two-bass, spasmodic post punk band who came rushing on like feedtime and The Gordons, and blasted through a great pack of two-minute songs in about 18 minutes. What’s more, they sported a rare THREE-GLASSES ATTACK up front: both bass players and the singer were rocking specs. The better with which to see you, my dear. Outstanding stuff – hear more here.
BILL DIREEN, whom I saw play a similar set back around 1993 in San Francisco, stepped up and strummed solo to a somewhat befuddled crowd. His playing and his word-poetry often seemed stream of consciousness, and when he played songs we knew, it was sorta the way Bob Dylan plays his 1960s songs live. Only the words and some occasional chords give up the ghost that this is a song you’ve actually heard before. Direen certainly exists in his own world, and plays the eccentric well. I got rolling with his vibe about midway through and it all started clicking then – and only then. He’s pictured here, a rare iPhone photo of the man in the wild in the 21st century. Why he was playing in Oakland, here and now, is a mystery for the ages. I meant to ask someone.
Oh, and when you reach the comfort years, you leave before Dan Melchior’s finished his first song, because you need to get up at 5:45am to get your kid to school and yourself to work. Right?