BLOOOZE explosion!

(editor's note: This exclamation, attributed to Jon Spencer, is a real 
ice-breaker at parties, clubs, and all your favorite hangouts.  Try it 
at your neighborhood copy shop and wait for the laughs.  What's more, 
it also picks up stains within it cleans and whitens!)


      Indie List Digest

        April 23, 1994

     Volume 3   Number 26


Abridged Perversion
Grifters, Milkmine
Enormous, Rodan, the Grifters
Magic Dirt, Beasts of Bourbon, Aussie Stuff
For Cyin' Out Loud, Motards, Pork
Eggs, Mag Wheels
Blind Mr Jones
Von Ryan Express
ANNOUNCEMENT: Diskothi-Q dates
ANNOUNCEMENT: Telegraph Update
ANNOUNCEMENT: Chapel Hill Music List
AD: Animal Review
AD: Land Speed Catalog
AD: Yummy Cassette


Administrivial note:  If you receive this through the kind courtesy 
of an institution of higher education, and you either won't be 
reading mail this summer or you account will be turned off, or if for 
whatever reason you may not be able to read I-L for a month or 
three, please take the time to drop Sean a note asking him to pull 
you from the list.  It'll save us a lot of bounced mail and 
headaches...  -es

sorry for the extreme length of these digests of late...we really need 
to send these out more often! hope no one's gone into IL withdrawal 
out there.  well, we'll try to do better.-az


From: rob <>
Abridged Perversion revisited

my two cents about Abridged Perversion (the shrimper comp of shrimper 

i agree wholeheartedly with 'skinny's' review of the cd.  it's 
wonderful, magical.  many people out there are deathly afraid of 
anything that comes out on cassette only, and this cd gives them the 
chance to experience the inland empire for themselves.  wonderful 
tracks that i feel are worth mentioning are: Party of One's "throw 
away" (one man, one guitar, but much different from the Mountain 
Goats), The Ah-Bus's "fisherman's friend" (nothing like the new tape 
that they have out on shrimper...this is as love-rocking as you can 
get on bad equipment...kinda like Beat Happening if they recorded 
their stuff on a bus [as was the case here]), Guffey's "creepy" 
(imagine someone singing a capella over an answering 
imagine someone putting background music behind it...that's what 
dennis and catherine do here).  the best track (by far) has to be 
Bugskull's "you don't know"...while the band as of late has been 
moving towards something of an ambient feel (which is also good), 
here, they set forth their most punk-y song ever.  i find myself 
doing air guitar in my underwear to this one....

oh--there's one last thing...a correction.  shrimper has actually put 
out a number of seven inches that are not compilations...artists 
featured on them include the Mountain Goats, Paste (yow!), Wckr spgt, 
John Davis, Goosewind, and, of course, Refrigerator.  each and every 
one of them is wonderful and i urge y'all to check 'em out.




From: "Theodore A. Khoury" <>
Grifters, Milkmine reviews 

Here's a couple of singles I bought:

GRIFTERS: "Holmes/Junkie Blood" 7" (Darla) 

The Grifters are a fine modern band.  The guitar sound sounds like 
it's being played underground at high levels...muffled bass, too.  The 
singer's voice goes from eerie blues to mountain-man screams.  This is 
'holmes'.  And J.  Blood does something different, it's a little bit 
hippie...fluttering guitar, mellow bass.  It could have easily been a 
Zepplin tune.  Great single overall and you really can't go wrong with 
anything by this band.  Buy.  If anyone caught their Austin show a 
couple of weeks ago, let me know.  **

MILKMINE- "Skelch" + 1 (Choke Inc.) 

These guys fall into the catagory of the Jesus Lizard-sounding bands.  
Pretty good stuff but not the real thing.  This label is a division of 
major Relativity, I believe, also.  Two fuzzed-up basses, 
distorto-vocals, and get-busy drums, you can figure out what they 
sound like.  Heavy as shit.  The lyrics are out there, mostly 'faggot' 
this and that was all I caught, but the lyrics included are pretty 
humorous little stories of sub-normal life gone to the dregs.  Also 
rec'd is a split 7" they do with Liquor Bike.  Another good buy.  **


Enormous, Rodan, and the Grifters

Enormous/Rodan/The Grifters @ Bottom of the Hill, SF, 4/15/94

My head in a waist-high steel garbage can.  That's how I felt that 
Friday afternoon as I oozed into work.  After returning from the Ajax 
Lounge to see an acid jazz band called "Angel" on Thursday night -- a 
band who was just a little too Sly (as in the Family Stone) for my 
tastes -- the home Batphone is ringing from the SLAC control room.  My 
mission: report to main control at 2 AM and prevent sinister Japanese 
physicists from steering the beam into the windshields of unsuspecting 
I-280 vehicles.  Well my mission was successful, but sleep was another 
story.  If I possessed any sanity I would pass on my free passes to 
the Grifters that night.  Afterall, as much as I loved them on record, 
my live experiences with them have been less than memorable.  However 
Rodan was also on the bill, and after the *** write-up I read in the 
last INDIE-LIST that week -- WHAT, was I STUPID?

Enormous were a mild surprise, this being the first time I've heard 
them.  An efficient three-piece outfit with the SOP (Standard 
Operating Procedure) female bassist who shared vocals.  The songs 
drifted from delicate, catchy pop tunes to chemically-imbalanced fits. 
 Their bassist also seemed to sing between these two extremes in the 
same song, and it worked really well.  Now if only that other singer 
didn't open his mouth...Still, I'd certainly pay money to see them 
again.  A name I will remember from now on.

Rodan assembled on stage and then began their set.  "Hi, we're from 
Louisville...Tell me something good about this town." They started 
their set playing songs that were all over the map.  Schizophrenic, 
but wonderful.  These guys (and SOP gal bassist, if we must be 
specific) didn't seem to take interest in playing the same thing for 
more than a minute.  Chord and tempo changes everywhere.  Lots of 
screaming.  Maybe a little too much screaming, but were these guys 
INTENSE.  I haven't seen such coordinated intensity, such furious 
mutual mayhem on stage, since the first time I saw Guy Picciotto stand 
on his head at one of my first Fugazi shows nearly four years ago.  
When these guys play, they REALLY mean it.  This was the sort of thing 
you can vainly try to capture on record and never come close enough 
to...even if they spent most of this fury with their backs to the 

"This is a song about a guy and a train, and ...uh...Well, no, it's 
not.  Just forget it." As Rodan played on, their set started to delve 
into songs that became more hypnotic and repetitive, which were okay 
but not nearly as good as the jarring, coordinated, intricate chord 
slashings they focused more on previously.  I'm really not sure I can 
say that I love this band, but I think there's a definite infatuation 
worth investigating.

As for the Grifters -- well? My ride did get to step on their drummer 
during his rush out the door for air.  If you've never been to the 
Bottom of the Hill, it is one of the most pathetic places to see such 
talent.  Viewing obstructions, floor space that's smaller than 
some walk-in closets, and oxygen deprivation born from what must be a 
fire marshal's accounting error (Oops! Forgot to carry that decimal 
point!) combine to make the club less hospitable than most of the 
terrestrial planets.  But that's just rock'n'roll.  A rather acute 
reaction on my ride's part was enough to call it an early night, so 
the Grifters still have yet to appeal my previous decision.



From: Bill Borrie <BORRIEWT@VTVM1.CC.VT.EDU>
Magic Dirt, Beasts of Bourbon & other Aussie stuff.

Hey, I just got a batch of the neatest stuff from Australia, and I 
thought other folks might be interested in searching or writing for 
these new releases :

Magic Dirt - Signs of Satanic Youth EP (Au-Go-Go)

A four-piece band from Geelong, a seaside town south of Melbourne, are 
heavily influenced by their hometown punk-rock scene (Bored, Food 
etc.) as well as the MC5, Stooges, Blondie, The Wipers.  Supported 
Sonic Youth recently, and sound a lot like a cross between that band 
and L7.  This is dynamic, angry and rewarding listening.  I haven't 
liked a debut release this much for a long time.  ***

Beasts of Bourbon - From the Belly of the Beasts (Red Eye /

Some of the grandfathers of Australian scene : angry, thrashaholic 
lounge lizards.  Centered around Tex Perkins (also in the Cruel Sea) 
and Spencer Jones (from the Johnnies), the Beasts play mean and ugly.  
They dip into a lazy, blues-tinged country and western, as well as 
driving, screaming Stones and Cramps sounds.  Joined by Stu Spasm 
(Crunt and Lubricated Goat) and Kim Salmon (ex- Scientists), this live 
recording rocks hard from start to finish.  Heroes in Europe and back 
home in Australia, this band deserves much more attention in the U.S.  
Highly recommended for guitar fiends.  **1/2

Kim Salmon & the Surrealists - Sin Factory (Red Eye / Polydor)

Kim Salmon was the founding member of the Scientists with James Baker 
(Hoodoo Gurus), and put out some of the most manic swamp-grunge sounds 
in their time (as captured on the SubPop compilation Absolutely).  
Kim's new band, the Surrealists, have been described by Henry Rollins 
as 'one of Australia's living treasures'.  This album is slicker, but 
just as tortured as previous releases.  Think of Nick Cave crossed 
with funkified psychodrama.  Very likable.  **1/2

Meanies - Televolution (Empty)

Probably Australia's best known indie-band : raw, post-Ramones, thrash 
pop.  If you didn't catch up with this compilation of pummeling, 
melodic, smart-arse punk then you're sure missing a treat.  The 
Meanies have released singles, EP and LPs in Finland, Spain, USA 
(SFTRI), Canada, and Japan.  They count members of Fugazi, Beastie 
Boys and Mudhoney as fans, and will tour the US in summer.  Good fun, 
high-octane and sure to please.  ***

Here's some addresses :

Au-Go-Go,                Red Eye / Polydor,
GPO Box 542d             110C McEvoy Street
Melbourne, 3001          Alexandria, NSW 2015
Australia                Australia
Fax :                    Fax :
011 - 613 602 5899       011 - 612 318 2435
(and their
mail-order catalogue
is pretty decent, too)

Empty Records
P.O. Box 12034
Seattle, WA 98102

Cheers, Bill Borrie


From: (Robbeldebobbel)
Cardiacs Revisited

Just dropping a line to second Kelly's recommendation of the Cardiacs 
in the latest Indie-List.  This is exactly the FIRST time I've heard 
any mention of the Cardiacs since I hopped across the Atlantic, so 
it's about time.  Yeah, lots of organs and guitars.  Ironically, the 
only Cardiacs record I've been able to find here (SF area) is a "live 
at Paradiso (Amsterdam)" record - I'm from Holland.  Got it for 50c 
out of a clearance bin, too.  Some of my perennial favorites are on 
it: Loosefish Scapegrace (?), Goosegash and Too Many Irons in the 
Fire.  So anyone have any news on whether they're still alive, have 
been releasing stuff and (yeah right) whether they plan a USA tour? 
I'm glad to have found a co-admirer, anyway! Skinny


Subject: Chi-Town Rockerz

Ever wake up feeling all sticky and unclean, the Tabasco beer-breath 
of some hardworkin' lumber jack heaving down your neck? "Godamn! Don't 
even think about chipping the crusty shit off my butthole," you yelp, 
"I've had enough of your loving to last a life sentence!" Ever fall 
out of bed, stagger blindly into the bathroom, followed quickly by 
said redneck pounding on the door, "Aw, C'mon outta dere you sweet 
lil' gerkin pickle, 'fore I a'bust mah way in!".

Shit, mornings like that even the asprin rattling around in their 
little plastic bottle while you try to decode the chid-proof top is a 
sound too painful for your bleedin' ears to endure.  Sometimes it just 
takes a nice, hot shower to feel human again; sometimes you need some 
good crystal meth.  In my case the shower sufficed, which was lucky 
because I was in no shape to score.  Anyway, that was a brief survey 
of the psychic damage after listening to two recent vinyl slices from 
one of Chicago's most underrated rock outfits, DragKing.  Their first 
single on Chicago's Trixie records, "Jazz monster" b/w "Backburner", 
and their second, on New Jersey's My Pal God, "Miscegenation" b/w 
"Combustion" and "Spontaneous" can both be obtained through Cargo 
Records, or Ajax, or Scooby-Do or most other "independent" (as opposed 
to "indie," a term which, along with "new wave" has been so often 
reappropriated and redefined by corporate advertising and promotional 
people as to become virtually meaningless) music distributors.
"Backburner" is a lo-fi cooker which quotes Dead C and early Pavement 
as precedents, but the lyrics are belted out in a brazen style more 
reminiscent of mid-'80s American hardcore: "Backburner burst into 
flames, dry ground gone too long without rain." The tune begins with 
an eruption of feedback and white noise, shudders, and lurches along 
to its inevitable conclusion like a Grand Marquis with a broken axle.  
The folks at Sweet Portable You (T2 1937 Kennedy Drive McLean Virginia 
22102) talk about "lyrical intent that might pass for 
harDCore-p-force....a nice, unsettling effort".  And they're probably 
right too.  The vocalist, Mr.  K.L.  Shiite, probably spent the '80s 
slamming around with the sweaty teen punks at (the now defunct) DC 
Space or CBGBs.  But that does not preclude the possibility of having 
moved on and digested 'other' influences as well(for example, Tim 
Adams of Ajax Records called "Backburner" a "Dead C/Slint hybrid").

However, it was the flipside, "Jazz Monster," that really earned the 
band the kudos of the underground Rock scene.  The song is a huge, 
sprawling instrumental composition whose "full-bore pyscotic freedom" 
(to quote Jay Hinman of Super Dope, 520 Fredrick St., Box#33 San Fran. 
 CA 94117) was dressed to impress.  The suit may have been borrowed 
from Beefheart or Zappa's experimental jaunts out into Free Jazz 
territory, but the nasty stains on the croch were pure Punk.  Shane 
Williams wrote in Flipside, "Color them extremely post-punk and 
post-modern as they prove that there are always new, fresh appraoches 
to intense tunage." The song blasted through some genre boundaries, 
bringing the lo-fi-garage-grime of bands like the Bassholes, 68 
Comeback and the Trashwomen to the structual experimenting of bands 
like Bastro or Don Caballero (or is that the other way around?).  Jazz 
Punk had gone into the garage for a complete overhaul and when it 
roared out again, outfitted with all new Mopar parts, it was ready to 
kick some ass.

And that was the first single.  A year later they were back with 
another thin disc on another obscure label.  The A side was a heavy, 
unwieldy rocker "with just enough hook to keep you running back to 
your turntable" (Cyndi Elliot in Alternative Press, 4/94).  The song 
"Miscegenation" kicked out the jams, fusing a Neil Young guitar intro 
build-up, a Sonic-Youth-dissonant power chord chorus, a saxophone-led, 
sparse, groovy jam, and ending up with a raucous rave-down.  The song 
seems to be "about"( i.e.  narratively concerned with) race-mixing or 
some such thing.  Whatever, it rocks.  On the reverse we find two 
strange instrumental pieces, one we can surmise from the samples, is 
about drag-racing, and the other is the dance music of a lost tribe, 
hidden from the world somewhere, attempting to sublimate Punk Rock and 
incorporate that influence into its traditional culture.  It's Punk 
Rock without any of the familar cultural references that we, as 
participants in Western cultural discourse, take for granted.  Which 
raises the question, under what rock has DragKing been hiding? Like 
Guided By Voices, a band which was a local treasure until signed by 
Scat Records last year, DragKing has been allowed to develop its own 
unique kind of Rock and Roll which, although it betrays the influences 
of the past 30 or so years, is not trapped by those influences and 
moves beyond what has been done before in new and exciting ways.

**A. Null Punkt**


Subject: Blood & Guts in Austin

For Cryin' Out Louds, Motards & Pork at Hole in the Wall  Austin TX
April 15, 1994

Perhaps it was because they had just finished their taxes or maybe it 
was because they hadn't done them at all, Hole in the Wall was very 
definitely the place to be last Friday night.  Frank Blank was playing 
for free at Emo's, but unless you got there at 8:00 pm for the 1:00 am 
show, you didn't have a chance of getting into the doors.  By 10:30 
pm, lines stretched up & down 6th street or so I was told, since I was 
at the Hole in the Wall.

I got to the "Hole" at 10:30 pm and the bands were still milling 
around and pseudo-setting up and basically drinking Shiner bock like 
there would be no tomorrow.  I took a seat & joined in.

Around 11:00 pm.  For Cryin' Out Loud took the stage and let loose 
with some of the best rockabilly I've heard in a long, long time.  
They were great.  They started off with a bang and it honestly didn't 
let up for their whole set...they have really come a long way 
apparently from what they were a few mere months ago.  The 
instrumentals were fantastic, especially the guitar solos.

After they left the stage, we arranged our table in front of the stage 
and prepared for the Motards, my favorite local band of late.  We had 
party favors and confetti and lots of cheers & jeers for the band as 
they mounted the stage.  Hole in the Wall told them that this would be 
the last time they would be allowed to play there so everything was 
rowdy from the first opening chords of "Crazy."

The audience could feel it and they were swinging & flying all over 
the room.  My friends & I started launching confetti on the crowed 
that had flocked to the front of the stage.  Everyone was having a 
great time.  This is primitive punk at its best.  Lots of fast guitar 
licks flying around the supurb drumming of Suzanne (yes, a female 
drummer) and lyrics that came rumbling out of the lead singer, John, 
who kept losing parts of the microphone on the stage.

It was insanity.  John kept calling for more beer & people kept 
obliging him with pitchers of Shiner bock, and confetti continued to 
rain, and it was truly crazy.  Then John, who tends to lose it when 
drunk in a crowd like this, let one of the empty pitchers fly and it 
hit me right in the face.  After realizing that I was bleeding, I went 
to the bathroom and determined it was time to go the emergency room.

[well, like they say, je, it aint a party till something gets 
broken...:) -az}

While I missed out on Pork, I heard the audience kept up the 
participation through to the end.  After it was determined that my 
nose wasn't broken and four stitches had been sewn from the bridge of 
my nose down toward my right eye, I was released from the ER & sent 

Up to the point of being smashed in the face...I was having the time 
of my life and strongly encourage all of you to try & find the 
Motards' two singles, which were released on a local label here in 
Austin...They might be available thru Sound Exchange stores...If not, 
Austin is the music capital of Texas.  For Cryin' Out Loud doesn't 
have any singles at this time, but Pork does & again these are 
released locally & might be impossible to find anywhere out side of 

So that was Friday night here in Austin and well worth the $10 I spent 
on the show, but not quite worth the stitches.



From: (Butch and Madelyn)
Eggs and Mag Wheels

"In the oui oui hours, your mind gets hazy" -Brooce S.

Eggs-Teenbeat 96 Exploder (Teenbeat)

I'm not sure why I haven't read more about this LP on (in?) the Indie 
List.  Perhaps the discussion has already taken place and I missed it 
(I'm new around here).  Nonetheless, I continue to be completely blown 
away by Exploder, whether I've missed the early discussions or not.  
In another review I compared it to Tusk or Double Bummer, but after 
about the 20th listen, I realize that the most apt comparisons are to 
a combination of Love's Forever Changes and Out Here albums.  (The 
Eggs fellas even do a Love cover on the LP).  I'm just continually 
amazed at the stylistic diversity of Exploder, and even more by the 
thought that went into it.  I mean, the production on this is deep, 
and it's apparent that the Eggs guys are practically rocket scientists 
to put it together as they have.  I just totally dig "Saturday's Cool" 
(with its Styx quote) or "Rebuilding Europe" (which once appeared on 
the VA comp.  New Dominion) and even the goofy stuff like "March of 
the Triumphant Elephants," which practically defines "space-age 
bachelor pad music." Get out of the way, 'cause the record of the year 
has already shown up on our doorsteps, even if Tim Adams thinks 
they're weird.  Plus, Rob Christiansen had the foresight to go into 
the studio and record Alzo Boszermeinyi's Acid Army, and that alone 
makes him a candidate for man of the year!

Mag Wheels Cassette(Wifflefist)

Wifflefist is this odd Carolina label who have done some really 
crack-induced stuff over the last couple of years.  Mag Wheels is a 
side project of David Sullivan of Shiny Beast (who have released a 
7"/CD EP on Boner that features a vocal from Soo Young Park).  Mag 
Wheels doesn't sound anything like Shiny Beast, though the same 
twisted sensibility is present.  David apparently found a two track 
reel-to-reel on the side of the road, and then started to use it to 
create all these crazy tape loops.  The Mag Wheels tape is 42 of these 
different loops, with titles like "Eating dinner with lungless family" 
and "banjoscrape, buzz in background".  Listening to the tape is like 
having a pizza dream; just when you're lulled soothingly off into 
dreamland with one loop, another will come along which features an 
intense found vocal or jarring bite and snap you to attention.  This 
is like some of the more extended Negativland musical bits, like what 
you'll find at the end of "The Weatherman" or the Mothers of 
Inventions's Absolutely Free without any vocals, or hell, I don't 
know.  It's just really cool.  Plus, the tape comes in this amazing 
package.  The tape is placed in the carved out center of an old 
romance novel, and the first page of the "novel" is actually the 
credits for the tape, though it looks just like a page in the book.  
Quite a bit of imagination went into this, both musically and 
conceptually, and if you're into spacy loopy stuff at all, you can get 
it $4.00 postpaid from Wifflefist, PO Box 33561 Raleigh, NC 27636.  
Highly recommended.

-Ralph Wiley


how much Blind Mr Jones can you take?

More Blind Mr Jones Than You'd Ever Need?

Given that my "Spooky vibes" review was noticed i decided it was time 
to review everything else by that cool band Blind Mr Jones, at least i 
think its everything else :)

Eyes Wide ep

The debut, back in 1992, though it was recorded after the Shoegazer 
summer of '91.  It's shoegazer overload, the ultimate example of the 
micro-genre, probably, ranking with the Slowdive debut, kicking sand 
in the face of Ride.  Songs like "Over My Head" and "Henna and Swayed" 
where what it were all about, son.  Classics no doubt, if there is 
such a feasible thing as classical pop.

Crazy Jazz ep

Later that year came this, and a flute appeared from the ether.  
"Fading fast" and "Delores" build on the debut and how! This dominated 
my hi-fi for several months, i can tell you!

Stereo Musicale LP

Two of the best tracks on this (both mentioned above) appear on this.  
It detracted from the album slightly; at the time i was a bit 
disappointed with it.  But it's grown on me like a favourite beard.  
"Peaches" is a smashing instrumental, "Small Caravan" as cool as ice.

Then we come to "Spooky Vibes." They're not jumping on the ambient 
dance bandwagon but developing that cool sound even more.  It's -ummm- 

More Blind Mr Jones than you'd ever need? NEVER!

[any label info? this sounds like interesting stuff. -az]

also this week:

Blueboy - River ep

The best Blueboy record to date, they want to be the Pet Shop Boys 
apparently; dunno about that but what i do know is that this single is 
like manna from the gods!!!

(sarah records)

this mail is from:

nastyned - well known on local nets


at the: University Of Cheap Equipment In Birmingham

"it pays to listen, thats why we do"
 - very sad jingle ALERT!


From: (A.I. Shiite)

Eggs 7" (Hemiola Records) Man oh man.  I had heard that Justine was in 
NYC hanging out with Hemiola recording sensations Fly Ashtray, so I 
sent off a personal cheque (in U.S.  dollars, I had no choice) in 
payment for the latest and the greatest releases on everyone's 
favorite Medieval Record Label.  Months later I found out my package 
had arrived after Justine had already departed for the homeland 
because of the UPS strike (if anyone doesn't know already, the 
capitalist pigs, aka UPS management, wanted to raise the weight limit 
on the packages which UPS drivers would have to pick up to 165 lbs.  
without any increase in pay.  I believe the Teamster International was 
split on whether or not to take a stand.  Some Teamsters went on 
strike, others didn't.  In the end all drivers were forced to accept 
the increase, but the union did win the dubious concession that if 
there were packages exceeding the old weight limit, the sender would 
have to call ahead and UPs would send an extra person to help out.  
Yeah, right.  I work in a warehouse that ships stuff all the time via 
UPS, and they never send more than one person, unless there's someone 
being trained and then you know she or he is not being paid full 
wages).  So it took awhile but eventually the records came.  Justine 
said I should just send her some peanut butter cups or something, as 
my cheque was useless to her.  Kool.

Which brings me back to my point.  The Eggs have recorded one 
wonderful song with "Government Administrator." It captures the 
queasy, greasy, uneasy feeling of applying for a job you know you'll 
hate, knowing that to be even considered for the job you'll have to 
jump through a number of ever-tightening hoops, and if you get the job 
you know it will probably turn you into some insipid apologist for the 
status quo.  Like being one the guys at UPS management who helped fuck 
over the drivers one more time.  The song is beautiful, sacastic, and 
scary.  Listen to that melody.  Listen to the stiff and starched 
scream of, "o.k., play guitar now, brother", which preceeds the 
inevitable rave-up.  Listen to that evil voice intoning, "Now you're 
one of us." Yeah.  Great guitar.  Great song.  Great document of the 
angst of the Slacker Generation.  Almost an anthem.

p.s.  The flipside is a less-than-perfect "Summer Babe" with trombone 
lines that couldn't inspire awe in a Don Drummond(the great Jamaican 
Jazz man, you know...) but nonetheless make for some nice slow-sipping 
acoustic shade.



From: (A.I. Shiite)
Von Ryan Express

Providence, R.I., is not a big town.  You could walk from the Seakonk 
River all the way across town to the small cluster of four or five 
"skyscapers" which distinguish the downtown in an hour and a half.  
During the summer between 8th grade and high school I climbed out of 
my bedroom window and walked downtown to hear the Ramones play at 
Lupo's, a biker bar on the wrong side of the tracks.  The summer night 
air felt great.  Later some Brown U.  dropouts had a band called Shit 
Ha=FCs whom I saw play in someone's basement behind a chicken-wire 
fence.  The audience was painting themselves with glow in the dark 
fluorescent paint.  Later some of the folks from Shit Has moved to NYC 
and formed some blues rock band called Pussy Galore.  Another local 
band stenciled their name, Dig Dat Hole, all over town and then moved 
to New York and changed their name to Cop Shoot Cop before ever 
playing a single show.
Prov.  is between NYC and Bean Town, so all the Punk Rock bands come 
through town to play for the large student population.  Which may 
explain how the unknown (relatively speaking) Von Ryan Express ended 
up opening for the Royal Trux and the Boredoms.  Not that those 
pairings are not appropriate.  Just that in a larger town things might 
not have worked out so well.  I guess that's the reward you get for 
not moving to the Big Pond.  It also gives a two good references to 
where the Von Ryans are coming from music-wise.
The Von Ryan Express single on Load Records isn't a great record.  But 
it has some great moments, and that's more than can be said for %99 of 
the Indie Rock 7-inch debut recordings out there.  "Up On Blocks" is 
the State of the Slacker Nation Address CNN didn't carry.

[hey, ive been looking for the slacker nation, but i think i took a 
wrong turn at stuckey's...huh? oh, sorry.  i'll sit back down.-az]
A pounding (yeah, we're talking some of the most brain-deadening 
repetitive drum slamming possible here), repetitive (did I say that 
before?), hectic ride that never leaves the garage.  All the fury the 
Von Ryan brothers can muster is spewed up on the porcelin.  Whew.  
What's the point? Only that this song Rocks, but after couple of 
well-packed bowls you probably won't remember it.
The real payback on this short disc is the last and (unfortunately) 
shortest cut, the aptly titled "Whitey's Last Chance".  Squonk! 
Ker-blam! Smack! Whoom! Gruonk! Erg! Sprackaw! Umkong! Yeah! Yeah! 
Yeah! This is the shit.  White-boy Japanoise executed with all the 
nod-out percision of the infamous 68 Comeback or perhaps the Gories.  
This is great music, played with enthusiasm.  Remember those old DC 
Comics from the mid- to late '60s drawn by Curt Swan which featured 
the cubist planet populated by hundreds of identically incorrect 
Bizzarro Supermen and Bizzarro Lois Lanes? Well, this tune would 
probably make the Von Ryan Express heroes there.  Yeah, they'd 
probably give them the key to Bizzarro Metropolis for his one.

p.s.  I hear these guys have a single coming out on Sub Pop soon (one 
them does time in Six Finger Satellite as well).



From: GGPUTNAM@CSUPomona.Edu
ANNOUNCEMENT diskothi-Q dates

Sorry I didn't post this stuff at the beginning of the tour, but like 
Liz, I am a real person with a real life.  Here are the upcoming 

Mon Apr 25 Blacksburg, VA, Hawaii-Kai Lounge
Tue Apr 26 NYC, Browni
Sun May  1 Swarthmore, PA, Swarthmore College
Mon May  2 Binghamtom, NY, Suny Binghamton
Tue May  3 Syracuse, NY, Zodiac
Thu May  5 Pittsburgh, PA, Bloomfield Bridge Tavern
Fri May  6 Columbus, OH, Bernie's
Sat May  7 Chicago, Empty Bottle
Mon May  9 Duluth, MN, Urban Ground
Wed May 11 Omaha, NE, Capitol
Thu May 12 Omaha, NE, Killgores
Tue May 17 Portland, OR, X-ray
Wed May 18 San Francisco, tba



From: Mark Cornick <>
ANNOUNCEMENT: Telegraph update

Telegraph is go!

Telegraph #1 will hit the infobahn on or about May 22.  The theme for 
issue #1, as suggested by contributor Jodi Shapiro, is "The man busted 
our music!" We still need submissions, so send 'em to me.  They don't 
necessarily have to follow the theme, although they'll get priority if 
they do.  Reviews are exempt from the theme.

Also, the subscription system has been solidified (alliteration!) 
Subscriptions to TG will be available from the same address as for 
I-L...  and that address has changed to that of...  Sean Murphy 
<>.  DO NOT, however, attempt to sub to 
TG until I get an OK from Sean (I'll let you know when that happens.)

This is the dawning of the age of Telegraph...  Let the sunshine in, 
etc.  etc.

Mark Cornick
Big Kahuna, Junta Telegraphica

<>          pgp key via finger/servers
"you've got to love what's loveable, and hate what's hateable.
 it takes brains to see the difference."       -- robert frost


From: EDWARDS GREGORY BRYCE <edwardsg@ucsu.Colorado.EDU>
Subject: CopyCat Zine

ANNOUNCEMENT: New queer punk, indie pop zine looking for submissions

I'm trying to put together a zine by and for queer people that are 
into good music, politics, sharing stories, etc...  If you are 
interested in finding an alternative to heterosexist indie rock 
zines/music...e-mail me or send me something you have written! The 
zine is called CopyCat and is about 50% done.  I want to get more 
people involved in it.  BTW, if you know of anyone who might also be 
interested in it, please have them write me for more info or for a 
free copy when it is ready to roll.  :)!


From: "K. Lena Bennett" <>
ANNOUNCEMENT: Chapel Hill local music discussion list

Don't ask me about this, I'm just forwarding it from


"That salad is worse than Delaware."  

---------- Forwarded message ----------
>From: (Doug Matthews)
>Subject: MAILINGLIST: Chapel Hill local music discussion list

Send subscription requests to

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A new list has been established for the promotion of, discussion 
about, and networking among Chapel Hill (and surrounding areas) music 
and musicians.  It is unmoderated and completely public--anyone with 
an interest in Chapel Hill or independent music in general should get 

For people not in the "know," bands from Chapel Hill and nearby parts 
who have recently achieved quasi-national notoriety include: Archers 
of Loaf, Superchunk, Small 23, Southern Culture on the Skids, Dillon 
Fence...  and so on.

The annoying name is intentional--this list is not only about all of 
the bands traditionally relegated to the Chapel Hill "scene," but also 
an attempt to broaden the focus on Chapel Hill music, to include other 
types of local music that are extremely important.

Hopefully, subjects of discussion will include calendars and 
announcements of local releases and shows, promotion of tours by bands 
outside of the area, and music reviews.  Given the large number of 
bands (50+ at last count) in the area, the number of record labels, 
large and small, in the area, and the media attention that Chapel Hill 
occassionally garners, the list should remain fairly lively.  Also, 
the list will work toward promoting a greater awareness of Web 
technologies that allow for promotion of smaller bands by means other 
than record companies, especially the Internet Underground Music 

Soon, Chapel Hill music will be represented on the WWW, but that 
project is currently under development.  Watch this space (or join the 
list) for further announcements.

If you have any questions, send me a note: 

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UNC-Chapel Hill


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