special introductory
paragraph!
Always Was, Is And
Always Shall Be
Eat My Fuc
No Rules EP
Doctrine Of
Mayhem
Hated In The
Nation
Live Fast Die Fast EP
You Give Love A Bad
Name
Expose Yourself To Kids 7"
Freaks, Faggots, Drunks
& Junkies
Raw, Brutal, Rough & Bloody - Best of 1991 Live DVD
Murder Junkies (with AntiSeen)
Watch Me Kill 7"
Anti-Social Personality
Disorder - Live!
The Best Of The Suicide
Sessions
Carnival Of
Excess
War In My Head-I'm Your
Enemy
Brutality And
Bloodshed For All
Aloha From Dallas
The Troubled Troubadour + Bonus Tracks
Banned In Boston, Pt. 2 EP
Singles Collection (Volume One)
Res-Erected
Terror In America Live 1993 DVD
Disgusting sleazebags don't get much
disgustingly sleazebaggier than Kevin "G.G." Allin. His life was a sick
form of performance art - he set no limits for himself, meaning that he
would smash himself in the head with the microphone, beat his fans up, poop
on stage, eat it, throw it at the crowd, work diligently to rise to the top
ranks of a Fortune 500 company, let girls vomit, pee and poop in his mouth,
shoot up every drug he could find, rape and beat up stupid girls who for
some reason trusted him, and eventually - he died of a heroin overdose!
Which is probably best for us, since he always claimed that he was going to
kill himself on stage and take as many spectators with him as possible. Oh!
He was also a singer/songwriter along the lines of Jackson Browne. His
music? SCUMMY! Started off just misogynist punk, but as his voice and mind
deteriorated, it became sicker, filthier, messier, scuzzier, noisier,
screamier and Perrier. Perrier??? WATER you doing? Ha ha!!! HEEEEE!
If you're only familiar with the public image of
GG Allin, you will be astonished when you see and hear this album. He's a
snotty little twit! Clean shaven face, full head of hair, looks about 20
with an ugly scowl on his snotty little face, wearing a denim jacket with
the name "GG Allin" above the pocket. Then put it on and what do you got?
Poorly mixed punk rock (the drums are WAY the hell back there) with cleanish
guitars and a curled lip American trailer trash redneck jerkoff singing
macho lyrics about rockin' and rollin' - like Johnny Cougar gone asshole!
With his first band - The Jabbers! Some of the lyrics are violent, profane
and misogynistic, but not anything like the grossout shock material he would
be performing as early as his second album. These songs are catchy as hell
and completely rooted in Ramones/60sish punk, with hilarious lyrics like
"Beat, beat, beat - beat my meat, bitch!" and "Makes no sense the things you
do and say, girl/'Cuz everything you do comes back to me/Don't you mess with
me emotionally/Or I will make you bleed internally." HEE! And that's
honestly as bad as it gets. The other tracks are just overdumb
spit-in-your-eye stuff like "Don't Talk To Me," "I Need Adventure," "One Man
Army" and "Bored To Death." Ridiculous enough as it is to say, the only
thing that hurts this record is GG's attempts to be poppy. As
evidenced by everything else he would do in his career, pop music really
wasn't his forte - not even pop PUNK. The backup vocals are corny, some of
the voice melodies sound riproaringly amateurish with this little kid trying
to sing them and one of the songs has the most out-of-tune keyboard you will
ever hear in your life - and not on porpoise. It's a WHALE of an out of
tune keyboard! See? Lyin'! (Sea Lion) This was on Orange Records - David
Peel's label! As in Have A Marijuana!! That's right!!! HAVE A
FUCKIN' MARIJUANA!!!!!!!!!!!! Wait wait wait, slow down. Are you
telling me that you're one of the 999 billion trillion people who have never
heard of Have A Marijuana!?
Anyways, the stuff with the Jabbers is the best. "Don't Talk To Me" and
"Assface" are classics!
For a truly heart-warming photo of GG and his brother,
Merle, check out the Kodak moment on page 298 of Pamela Des
Barre's book, "Rock Bottom," with GG in his coffin and Merle
displaying his brother's johnson.
If you do not worship Dionysus your mother will mistake you for a wild animal and eat you. G.G. was the Jesus of our age. We could never live our life that way, but we don't have to because he already died for us. Honestly, does a bunch of postmodernist pseudointellectual bullshit really negate the creative power of raw appetite and drunken carnality? Sure, the system tries to coopt this force with products like Barbie and Britney Spears, but the unbridled id personified by G.G. Allin is the real thing: making it a dangerous force to be reckoned with.
The reason people like George "is a son of a" Bush, Dick "go fuck yourself" Cheney, and Donald "hot prison porn" Rumsfeld currently have a monopoly on power is that society as a whole still tries to dismiss or repress what is brandished "bad", "evil" or "dirty". The collective moral sense that is offended by G.G. Allin is what enables these white washed villains to stay in power. The people who blindly obey this kind of "morality" are the ones cramming our government with Republicans when we should be complaning that the Democrats aren't good enough. Clearly, when we can't acknowledge these issues on a personal level, listening to a crazy record and having fun, we aren't going to succeed at becoming critical about them on the global stage. I know it sounds like a stretch for me to say that if more people listened to G.G. less people would vote Republican. But it is nonetheless true: G.G. would be more of a symptom than a cause, however. The kind of people who are actually exposed to G.G. Allin would probably never vote Republican unless it was a joke. My point is that enjoying G.G. Allin requires you to be unrepressed concerning your appetites. Republicans, on the other hand, believe we invaded Iraq in order to bring them "freedom".
Sure, being unimpressed with G.G. Allin because your sense of cultural ennui has been dangerously heightened by your expensive education is far more intelligent than just being offended by him. I think postmodernism gives a very valuable and interesting framework through which to look at many contemporary artists. But in G.G.'s case especially, this would be to miss the point. What was great about him was not his imitation of various genres and cliches, it was that he took them to an extreme that no one can imitate now without paling in comparison to him. I think that it would do everyone good to have their proverbial cherry popped by G.G. Allin because, paradoxically, I think it is those that can't stand him that he has the most insight to offer. Of course I wouldn't try to convince anyone to listen to his music at any given moment but if you talk trash on G.G. someone should skullfuck your left eye socket and then shit into the newly formed bloody cavity. Rebuttal? You have 30 seconds, Mr. President. I'm sorry, Mr. President, are you having difficulty speaking while I shit in your gaping eye socket? (Sorry I just watched the Presidental debates.)
Ahhhh now THIS is Pr. GG Addams! Song titles, you
demand like a child after a sweet sweet lollipop of life? I'm not in the
mood for quotation marks at the moment, so caps will simply have to suffice:
HARD CANDY COCK, I DON'T GIVE A SHIT, DRINK FIGHT AND FUCK, I WANNA FUCK
YOUR BRAINS OUT, I'M GONNA RAPE YOU, FUCKIN' THE DOG, COCK ON THE LOOSE,
CLIT LICKER, BLOW JOBS. And I suppose there are a few others, but they
don't contain curse words, so what's the point? No point! That is my
answer to everything at this point in our society, as we kill ourselves with
the ozone layer and greenhouses. GG made a quantum leap starring the
highly-talented, meteoric young star Scott Bakula on this album, with his
new band The ScumFucs kicking the shit out of the pussyass Jabbers, with
distorted heavy guitars a-blarin', high-speed angry punk drums a-smashin'
(audibly so, too!) and a healthy wad of scraggly phlegm cloggin' up GG's
voicebox so, young as he still be, he sounds angry and urban instead of
rural and stupid. This is punk rock! A few of the songs still sound like
poorly advised bubblegum Ramones ripoffs (especially the disgusting
sing-songy "I Wanna Fuck Your Brains Out" and "Teacher's Pet" - BLEAHEW~!),
but most of the others are hard angry punk, so HEY WAIT A GODDAMNED
MINUTE!!! "POORLY ADVISED"??? NOBODY ADVISED GG ALLIN, YOU FUCK. GG ALLIN
DID EVERYTHING HIS WAY, YOU FUCK!!!! YOU AREN'T FIT TO LICK HIS FUKIN SHITT
YOU DICK COCK SUCKER!! Sorry about that, Reader Comments shoved me away
from the keyboard to get in a few words. I'm back now. This is a really
profane, violent, fun punk rock record that you'll get a real kick out of if
you're into stuff like that. Hideous lead guitar work though (as bad as my
work with the Low-Maintenance Perennials!) and a weird mix where the fuzzy
guitars keep overloading and then disappearing when GG screams too loud (as
bad as my work with the Low-Maintenance Perennials!). And the end of the CD
features a great in-concert bit, with people in the crowd laughing and
making fun of GG as he cusses them out (as bad as my work with the
Hollyridge Strings Play The Hits Of The Low-Maintenance Perennials!). Oh,
I forgot. Gotta always talk about what GG looks like. Still young, but his
hair is messier, he's grown a really stupid looking redneck mustache and
he's going around with sunglasses in front of his eyes and no shirt on like
a tough hick punk (which is weird considering he came from Boston. Hurm).
On a funny note, this album nowadays is usually referred to as its initials
E.M.F.. Isn't that a hilarity laugh? Remember that band E.M.F.?
They were really good! If ya like SHIT!
I always treated him like a regular guy instead of some rock star and he told me that he considered me to be a close friend several times. When I would throw little parties at my apartment in Boston, GG would come down and there would be girls there and he was as polite a gentlemen as you'd ever want to meet. No problems ever...just laughing and good times. When he went crazy was when he was in front of an audience filled with posers and gawking fucknuts who thought they were at a zoo rather than a rock and roll show. Frankly, when it comes to a more interesting and pertinent biography, I always thought that I could have done a MUCH better done than Todd Phillips and his half-assed 'Hated'. I bet if I ever had the time I could write some great true and compelling anecdotes about the fun and crazy shit we got into in Boston. So many people I know have awesome video footage of GG..not just concert stuff but normal hanging out an! d yukking it up stuff that would have painted a much more accurate picture of the man and his life than was seen in 'Hated'. Phillips' artsy documentary didn't scratch the surface and it used irrelevant people plus lame and boring footage to show GG in a way that was not at all consistent with what those who knew him well would say. I spent a week with he and Lilliana at her Chicago penthouse in 1989 right before his first arrest. I had a great time laughing it up, drinking HARD and just relaxing. One night we even sat a piano bar and sang old tunes with a woman who was playing the piano (no shit). Of course the best times we had were all before the prison years when he basically lost a huge chunk of his humanity and it was! replaced with a burning hatred that was just a flame before. H! e said that when he first went to prison, he was forced to dry out and he started to remember many things about himself and his life that were deeply repressed before prison, almost entirely through his drug and alcohol abuse. But when he was able to think more clearly without the booze and drugs, he started to really HATE the Human Condition and how it had warped him as a child (his father) and how he found himself having to face his demons without the luxury of something to numb his brain. He used to call me collect from Jackson just to tell me the latest things he was remembering about his childhood and young adult life and he seemed genuinely shocked by it. He really had an arrested development when he came to a normal maturity level because of his awful childhood and when he died at the age of 36, you might have thought you were looking at and talking to a guy in his late 40's or early 50's. I guess you can tell that not all of GG's friends were scummy stupid assholes. GG was one of the most, if not THE most, important forces in my life. I feel extremely lucky to have known him and to have experienced this unique example of a tortured yet vital soul. What I always want to express to anyone that I talk to about GG is that above all else, his life was about music. It was his first real friend and he died for and with it. He knew more about early rock and roll, who was who, etc. than anyone I've ever met. We had discussions that would last for hours just about our ideas on music. It was the music that attracted me to him and that's what I'll always remember about him. As for the punks he beat up, well suffice to say that in some way or another they likely deserved it. GG didn't turn on someone unless they had it coming, and most people did.
According to the old clock on the wall, I will turn 30 years old in less than 12 hours. This is a major, major life change, and not one that I've particularly been looking forward to. 30 to me has always meant no more youth. One is expected to have his "shit together" by the time he turns 30. I, unfortunately, LOST my shit approximately two weeks ago, getting laid off after seven years of at least passable service. Granted, it wasn't the greatest job in the universe but it paid pretty well and it was mostly easy. Now I'm sorta freelancing and trying to get writing jobs and just sort of living off the wife, I suppose. But that's not the real issue. The real issue is my sophomoric, gross sense of humor. You can't DO that when your 20s are gone. Because it's just... you know, GROSS. Like David Lee Roth. Or a dirty old man. Nobody wants to hear a wrinkly old bag make poop jokes. I'm expected to be a mature adult now -- which is FINE in real life, because I'm fairly mature in my relations to other people. But my reviews have always been my escape into bad humor and tasteless, unnecessary comments. They make me laugh! But will they still make YOU laugh when you know they're coming from an old fogie who uses Rogaine and has to exercise three times a week to keep the pizza paunch away? It's just like Jello Biafra says in "Chickenshit Conformist": "Imagine Mark Prindle at 35!" Now you don't have to. Because I'm thirty in a few hours. And from there, I'm only two or three weeks away from 35, according to the calendar I made when I was drunk. So what will become of me? Will I stop cursing? Settle down and write fucking boringass SHIT reviews like everybody else in the world? (No offense against everybody else in the world -- it's not their fault their reviews SUCK THE SHIT OUT OF MY BELLY BUTTON, PACKAGE IT IN ALUMINUM FOIL AND SELL IT AS "MARS BARS."). I'm not old enough to have a midlife crisis, but I'm certainly having some sort of youth-end self-reflection thing going on. I've never been an official adult before! What if everybody realizes how stupid I am? What if I accidentally tell them how stupid I am? FUCK! GO BACK AND DON'T HAVING READ THAT! If nothing else, I certainly can't be reviewing GG Allin records once I turn 30, so let me slip this last one in under the literal gun that the Arab Nazis are pointing at me through my computer according to any given Feral House book. No Rules is a really good early single by Our Man Friday, full of three speedy great fast basic fast punk rockers and one disappointing generic Ramones ripoff (or "homage"). The guy really did have a damn fine punk rock band at the beginning of his career. I know some people aren't too keen on his grossout, distorted-to-hell sleazeball later material, but this early stuff is really just a slightly racier take on everyday normal snotty punk. Who could hate it? "You're a fuckup! You're a fuckup! You're a fuckup! You're a fuckup!" It's funny, dumb, fast, fun -- grab it by the diddle-daddle before it consplodes! See, I can't write nonsense like that when I'm an adult. People will think I'm former MTV veejay J.J. Johnson, trying to fit in with the hip new generation even though I'm 40 and grotesque. What a depressing day for mankind and all of America. The sexiest young music critic in the business (or as we in the business call it, "the biz") has lost all his hair, grown a full beard and gained 85 pounds -- all since the beginning of this review! Here's what I look like now - http://www.web2000.com/heathen/elbroy.jpg. Did you clikc on it? Hey, get back here! NO!!!! PUSH THE "BACK" BUTTON!!!! AWWWWWWW FUCK A DIDDLY ASS CROTCH PUSSY ASS POOP! Or so says the aging, senile former record reviewer Mark Prindle as he angrily shakes his cane at the young whippersnappers doing "ollies" on their hoverboards.
also, do you really have fans named "prindlites" who hold a prindle-fest in chicago every year? do you attend? are you kind of freaked out by that? is wikipedia lying to me? why am i looking you up on wikipedia anyway? (don't answer the last one, i know why, i'm curious)
GG's catalog is impossible to keep track of.
Various labels have released so darn many singles, EPs, compilations and
especially live CDs that I've just given up (a) trying to figure out the
correct order for the discography and (b) buying up all the various shmoot
and shelackle. But Doctrine Of Mayhem is a necessity. It's a
compilation featuring a little acoustic GG, a little of a short-lived band
he had called the Cedar Street Sluts, and a whole lotta awesome ScumFucs
material, much of which could very well be called the greatest material of
his career. Classic angry catchy punk anthems of hate like "Bite It You
Scum," "I Wanna Piss On You," "I Wanna Fuck Myself" (later covered by Faith
No More!), "Needle Up My Cock," "Fuck The Dead" and "Ass Fuckin' Butt
Suckin'" carry on that awesome Scumfucs tradition that made Eat My
Fuc such a wonderfully cleansing blast of fury and stupidity. Two
versions of the slow, ugly pretentious "Blood For You" (in which GG refers
to himself as Jesus Christ, among other deities) are a bit much though, and
"GG's Xmas Song" reaches way, way, WAY over the line of "pointless
profanity." See, it's a parody of the 12 Days of Christmas, but it's all
stuff like "Cunts A-Layin'," "Pussies Fuckin'," "Crusty Panties" and other
hilarious line parodies like that. With just GG and his acoustic guitar.
Give me the uproarious good times of the Bob Rivers Comedy Corporation any
day! Give me Dr. Demento's Greatest Christmas Novelty Hits Of All Time any
day! Give me Christmas With The Vandals any day! Give me the Beach Boys'
Christmas Album any day! Give me The Ventures' Christmas Album any
day! Give me Paul Revere And The Raiders' Christmas Present any
day! Don't give me Patsy And Elmo's Grandma Got Run Over By A Reindeer any
day! By the way, I pissed off a guy at work by sending an email around
comparing his newborn daughter to a groundhog. Can you believe the
sensitivity of some people? Sheesh. What he needs is some nice ASS FUCKIN!
BUTT SUCKIN! CUNT LICKIN! MASTURBATION!!!!! Huh? No, I didn't make that
up. It's a line from a song. Huh? NO! It's not from Huey Lewis And The
News' "The Heart Of Rock And Roll"! Jesus! Would you just drop the
issue?
Another compilation. This one's cool because it
features lots of soundbites of GG in concert talking like a dumbass. Also
has some answering machine messages including what sounds like the guitarist
from the Dead Kennedys asking GG to open a show for them! Lots of the
material can be found on the last two records I just reviewed though, so
don't be fooledi nto giving all your money to the coproate monster
moneygrubbering sleazebags at ROIR. So why do you need this album?
Because there's a song on it called "Ten Year Old Fuck." It's about fucking
10-year-old girls. GG Allin was a class act and a friend to all.
LOVE: The selection of songs on here is impeccable. Sure, it's light on the Jabbers material, but GG had grown past that, and in order to advance his notoriety and "mission", as he tried to do with each album, it would have seemed best to focus on the current state of GG's music. Secondly, and most importantly, GG assembled a veritable mid-80's alt-rock supergroup during the 1986 New York Superscum tour from which the live versions of "Ass Fuckin, Butt Suckin...", "Blood for You", "Drink Fight & Fuck", "Eat My Diarrhea", and "Ten Year Old Fuck" were culled. With Thurston Moore of Sonic Youth on guitar (n.b.: this was just months before SY charmed the alt-rock world with their hat trick of classic albums- EVOL, Sister, and Daydream Nation); Gerard Cosloy, president of Homestead Records (later co-prez of Matador Records); and Mykel Board of Artless as producer. With a guest appearance by Dinosaur, Jr.'s J Mascis. What is not to love? And more importantly, how did GG possibly get all these alt-rock luminaries to tour with him, especially since at this point he was already quite notorious in the alt-rock/underground rock world?
HATE: Mykel Board, using snippets of prerecorded between-song banter, tried to construct this album as "the GG show that could never be" (since his shows rarely lasted more than two or three songs due to the cops or club owners pulling the plug on his antics). BAD IDEA. If GG fans wanted a real-life full-length live CD with all the hits on it, Boozing and Pranks more than fills the bill. ("Show that could never be", my ass!) But as it is, the splices between the prerecorded material and the songs (culled mostly from his albums, sometimes from other live shows) sound ridiculously amateurish. I realize that the level of recording technology available to an underground rock producer in the mid-80's would probably be pretty primitive, but if you can't make the editing sound professional, don't bother doing it! Sure, your average drunken, drug-addled GG fan won't notice or care, but then again. he could have slapped all the same songs on there and called it Grea! test Hits 1984-87 and ended up with essentially the same CD minus everything that is wrong with it. And it would still function as probably the most definitive GG Allin greatest hits collection to this day, because as it happened, 1984-87 is when most of GG's greatest hits were recorded.
I was just in the other room throwing a turd at somebody out the window when it suddenly occurred to me that I haven't reviewed a GG Allin record in a while. As the Reverend Jim Jones once said, "Now is the time for all good men to come to the (Kool) aid of their GG Allin fans." Well, I'm nothing if not entirely naked and standing in the middle of a shopping district, so pass the Dr. Mustard and let's breast! This record is still very early GG Allin, so the Johnny Cougar stupidity and bad hard rock machismo of "Live Fast, Die Fast" and the 1984 version of "I Need Adventure" have to be understood in that context. Note I didn't say "ENJOYED in that context," as doctors would have to discover a whole new sub-level of mental retardation before these two exercises in impotent redneckism are to be enjoyed by anyone. The other two tracks are extremely catchy punk rockers though - "Livin' Like An Animal" sounds like the Adolescents or early Bad Religion while thematically supporting GG's infamous "eating my own poop" decree, and "Louden Boomer" is cool Weirdosy surf-spy punk with a really loud bass guitar. Not sure about the lyrics. Wasn't there a TV dog named Boomer at some point? Maybe it's about how loud he barked. Does your head hurt from all this insight? I could write slower if you need me to.
Where in Sam Frank's Disco did GG Allin's voice disappear to? Suddenly he
doesn't just sound scraggly - he sounds downright disgusting! He's just
screaming his obscene lyrics like there's a huge ball of disgusting phlegm
lodged in his throat that he enjoys having there so he's not bothering to hack
it up in public like a generous person would think to do. And his new band The
Holy Men aren't even really "punk rock"! They're distorted, trashy and noisy as
hell, but the music is more of a midtempo slash-and-burn grunge noise figpuck
sound, with just a couple fast 'uns thrown in for the kids to dig. Another
really good record for GG. Critics hate this guy, but fuck them. They don't
know what rock and roll is if they can't see the headbanging, hilarious aspects
of shit like "I'm A Rapest" (his spelling, not mine), "Teenage Twats" and "Swank
Fucking," which begins the record with the stirring couplet, "Your pussy smells
like piss/Your asshole smells like shit." GG Allin - fabled poet of the
Underwood! Although this record certainly doesn't include any of GG's best
known songs, it's very consistent, with only two slow trudgers kinda testing the
patience a bit. And a Charles Manson cover!!!! Just like the Lemonheads and
Guns 'N Roses! But different! Because this song is actually a GOOD Charles
Manson song!!!! Even though I think Charles Manson is an asshole and anybody
who glorifies him deserves to have their loved ones slaughtered so they can see
how "wicked cool" it is!!!!!
By this point, GG's voice was getting REALLY rough, perhaps from all the little pieces of poop stuck on the sides of his throat. But all three riffs on this three-riff single are too basic generic pop-punky for my blood (taste). (taste my blood) The band is called GG Allin and the AIDS Brigade, and only time will tell whether they were correct about the virus being a biological weapon created by the Pentagon and purposely unleashed into the homosexual population in the mid-70s. Also, Jonestown was an experiment in mind control bankrolled by the CIA, as was the spread of LSD in late-60s San Francisco. The title track is hilarious and ridiculously mean-spirited, but "I'm A Gypsy Motherfucker" sounds too much like the Ramones' "All The Way," and "Hangin' Out With Jim" might as well be Screeching Weasel for its complete lack of understanding of why the Ramones were a great and important band (hint: it had nothing to do with sissyass pop-punk songs about girls). Say! Did you ever notice that when you mix up the letters in GG Allin, you get "Vanilla"? You also have to change the two "G"s to a "V" and an "A," but to me that makes it even MORE spooky. OOO! And then when you change the two "l"s to one "g," you get "Vagina"!!!! Fuck, I KNEW the Freemasons were behind this!
This is the album that made me a GG Allin fan
(from afar, of course), so let it do the same for you! Nineteen horrific
tracks, covering the gamut from spoken word to country/western to hardcore
punk to avante noise to industrial noise to trash grunge to AC/DC-style hard
rock -- all driven into the dirt by a disgustingly reverbed mud-level guitar
tone, shitty airplane hangar-quality production, vomitously low, grizzled
screamed vocals and yet another batch of stupid, offensive lyrics with no
attention at all placed on "rhyme" or "point." Oh, would you have written
"reason" instead of "point"? Well, I guess that's why I'm the world famous
record reviewer Mark Prindle and you're just the lowly high-powered CEO of
Microsoft, which is probably named after the inferior state of your phallus.
Brian Wilson covers on this one include "Be My Fuckin Whore," "Suck My Ass
It Smells," "Dog Shit," "Sleeping In My Piss," "Anti Social Masterbator"
(his spelling, not mine. I would have spelled it "Auntie"), "Last In Line
For The Gang Bang," "Cunt Sucking Cannibal," "Commit Suicide" and "My Bloody
Mutilation." 50 minutes long!!! Why haven't you bought it yet????? Do you
think I'm doing this for fame and romance???
Greetings...
If you're fascinated by the criminally insane, give this one a spin. GG Allin is so frickin pathetic and repulsive you can't turn away (like Jon Bon Jovi!). And I only say this because I know he's passed away (if you can put it that gently), cause otherwise he might hunt me down. So if you're a fan out there with a scary-sounding email address, just remember: I'm 8 feet tall and 400 pounds and I own an attack elephant.
The best song on this album is "Outlaw Scumfuc" of course, G.G.
Allin's anthem. One could imagine a whole room full of Scumfucs from
the "Scumfuc Society" raising their mugs of beer and bellowing out
this tune while bashing their heads against various objects. The best
song is not necessarily my *favorite* song however; that honor belongs
to "Caroline & Sue." The entire song is so hilarious in its explicit
imagery that I can't ever sing it to myself without cracking up
laughing at some point. "Let's celebrate G.G. being double-teamed by
two washed-up whores, one a regular woman and one a transvestite";
it's just too much!
Despite what people have said about the "sound quality" of the album
(there's hardly any), said quality is both completely appropriate to
the artist and really *makes* the album. I didn't like "You Give Love
a Bad Name" because the sound quality was too *good*, and the
musicians were far too professional.
I have issues with this album only from an organizational stand-point.
First of all, tracks 16-18 shouldn't be on the album; the sound on the
tracks isn't consistent with the rest of the music. I like the tracks,
they just shouldn't be on FFD&J. Second, "Wild Riding" and "Crash &
Burn" really suck, and should have been tossed from the get go. Third,
the tracks -- the ones that should be on the album -- should have been
organized so as to make the album flow better from start to finish,
although I do like the idea of book-ending the album with the two
"spoken-word" tracks.
In conclusion, anyone who is entertained by extreme nihilism should
buy this album. All others shouldn't bother.
Hot poop. This is almost as good as Damaged! Yeah, it's a complete
bloody ripoff of that album (style-wise), but in this case, both the
lead singer and lead guitar player are better. Henry Rollins, for all
his pain and rage, was just a confused, pissed-off kid--this G.G.
Allin fellow is a DANGEROUS MAN. A DANGEROUS SCREAMING MAN (with
diarrhea all over himself). No WONDER he got arrested like twenty
times.
Damaged may be a more unified LP, and Black Flag may be a more
impressive sonic force (not to mention more. . . er, socially
responsible in their lyricism) (sisicciss, ississism. Ism.), but this
album has the better songs. Call me Sammy Hagar if you want, but "Be
My Fuckin' Whore" has STILL not left my head. And there's at least
six or seven other tunes that are just as good on here.
Now, if only the last song weren't just RANDOM FUCKING NOISES for NO
REASON for FIVE MINUTES, I'd consider advancing this album to "List
Candidacy." As it is, it's merely "almost as good as Damaged." What
a sad, fecal-matter-saturated world this be.
G. Gallon at his finerst! First you'll watch the bonus interview with his MOTHER! His MOTHER! GG ALLIN'S MOTHER! She seems halfway normal at least, revealing that she never agreed with her religious nutball husband when he forced her to name the child "Jesus Christ Allin" and was pleased as poker when the baby's toddler brother Merle heard the baby's name for the first time and shouted, "Jee-Jee! Thazz my brudder Jee-Jee!" Regardless, before he started school, she officially changed his name to "Kevin." She goes on to discuss how strange, hilarious and viciously individualistic both her boys were, how much they both loved "Hey Jude" and how they left a legacy behind them in that tiny (enter state here, I forgot which one it was) town. Much to be chagrin, the interviewer never addresses the adult years. I was really itching to hear what she had to say about GG's "act." Ah well. Maybe they tried to bring it up and she broke down crying? Speaking of "act," the DVD also includes three full-length GG Allin concerts from 1991! The September San Diego show is full of poop and violence, but the amateur cameraman gets jostled every old which everywhere and it gets frustrating and migranitous after a while. The November Atlanta show is less naked and smelly, but it's okay. This may have been the show where the boyfriend of that girl I knew in high school who wore white makeup on her face everyday got punched by GG -- check with her please. Her name was something like "Tanya," though I'm pretty sure it wasn't "Tanya." She was "goth," I bet you in retrospect. She wore white makeup because she thought ghosts were sexy. I'm not sure if she specifically meant Patrick Swayze; we weren't so close that I could feel comfortable whipping out my penis and asking her a personal question like that. But that's the problem with questions -- the human body was created in such a way that the brain cannot formulate a question unless the male sexual organ is being held in the open air and pointed at the prospective recipient of the query. Eventually mankind must come to terms with this anatomical fact or my new quiz show is never going to get off the ground. But the REAL money is on the October Chicago show! THIS is the one to save for future generations when they ask to see footage of former U.S. president George W. Bush. As the camera begins, GG is naked to the gills, standing on a stage surrounded on all sides by "hipsters" out to see the freak show, presumably assuming that they are "cool" enough to detachedly snicker at GG's belligerence without incident. GG responds as follows (in chronological order): (a) trying to trade his beer tickets to an audience member for a blow job, (b) grabbing two women by the hair and trying to forcefully drag them onto the stage, (c) bending over, spreading his legs and letting loose a stream of diarrhea onto the stage, (d) scooping the waste into his hand and flinging it all over the audience members on all sides of him, (e) rubbing diarrhea all over his torso and penis, (f) getting on his hands and knees and licking up the diarrhea, (g) bashing the microphone into his head over and over until he is completely covered in blood, (h) complaining about the malfunctioning microphone and casually urinating on the side of the stage, (i) catching urine in his hand and slapping it up into his waiting mouth, (j) spitting a blast of urine into the audience, (k) looking around and exclaiming, "Hey! Where did everybody go?", (l) beginning his first song. GENIUS. And I am so, so, so, SO very glad I wasn't there. If you're into GG for the songs as some of us (uhh... me) are, you might be disappointed by the multiple performances of some of his more generic material ("Gypsy Motherfucker," "Hanging Out With Jim"), but there's plenty of headbanging to do when his band of naked grotesqueries finally lurch into the mean rockers like "Bite It You Scum," "Cunt Sucking Cannibal" and "Die When You Die." I can't honestly say that I wish GG was alive today, but I can say that I'm glad he existed and did his thing, I'm glad he left behind some terrific records to enjoy and I'm SUPREMELY glad that I got to view the Chicago show featured on this DVD. COMEDY-LARIOUS!
Talk about a Confuse-o-Licious! The album' s called Murder Junkies but the band? The band's not called Murder Junkies at all! It's called AntiSeen! And it's from the rural south, birthplace of Mark Prindle (but in a different state)! And even better, the band only plays on half the album! The other half is a man of average intelligence trying very very hard to sound like a dystopian poet of great insight. A Jim Morrison style dionysus that hits himself in the head with a microphone to show that he is beyond rules. Somehow managing to outblow the foul stinkiness of Henry Rollins at his Let Your Fingers Do The Walkingest, GG here sticks his tongue out through a mouth coated in moist defecation to intone such "smart" spoken word lines as "Cancel my invitation to the next rendezvous!" (or as Jim Morrison might say, "Cancel my subscription to the resurrection"). I could quote more but it's all meaningless drivel (or "dribble," as people who've heard other people say "meaningless drivel" but have never seen it written down are wont to say). "Savage Blood Bath." Whoopee. "Self Absorbed" Gee, YA THINK!??!? "No Limits, No Laws" Limited by your own lack of imagination, and quite often proven to be subject to America's laws, Mr. Prison Dweller. "A Dead Fuck." Necrophilia? Dunno, didn't listen closely enough. But if so -- "Ooooh! Necrophilia!" "Kill Kill Kill" -- innovative! "Drink From The Pissing Snake's Mouth" -- What now!? Do snakes piss out of their mouths? If not, what am I supposed to drink? Is there a Pepsi spout in there? "Guns And Revolution" -- Here's my GG Allin, leading a revolution: "No laws! Anarchy! Look! I'm walking around with poop in my hand!" "Immortal Pieces of Me" - Mmmm, no. Take it from me. No. And FINALLY -- the ONLY decent spoken word piece on here - the hilariously inept "Death Before Life (Bloody Cunt Slider)" with its closing wail of existentialist idiocy, "DIE PREGNANT ONE! DIE FOR TWO!" And then the other half has music. Midtempo garbage punk, sometimes poppy and catchy in a great life-enriching way ("Murder For the Mission," "99 Stab Wounds," "Sister Sodomy," "Kill The Police" -- GOD, WHAT A GREAT CHORUS!!! "KILL THE POLICE/KILL THE WHOLE FORCE/SMASH THE SYSTEM/STAY THE COURSE!!!!") but sometimes awul slow blues/grunge/dirge crap. Distorted guitars - not any real departure from his other musical masterpieces. Seven great tracks out of 20 isn't enough. It's not enough! It's never enough! To hold on to you and your loving cup! Oh god, I hope I didn't just misquote that song from The Monkees' Justus CD -- can you imagine all the really cool people that would make fun of me?!?!?!? Bottom Line: Grizzly Adams has a smelly mustache. What do you want ME to do about it?
"Being on a constant deathtrip enhances your life!"
"Rejoice your ending, murder and self-murder, until the last drops of blood are spilled."
"But you only rule me in your mind, because I rule your universe with my guns and revolution."
"Violations produce long-lasting pleasures as I fuck your deadness repeatedly."
Capping the album off in a most appropriate way is the epic "I Hate People", which does about as much as any other song on here to sum up the spirit of GG's mental state in 1991. It's absolutely refreshing that, after three albums that had rated various degrees of "disappointing", GG bounces back with the closest thing to a "concept album" that could reasonably be expected of him. 10/10!
Recorded with a fellow or band named Mark Sheehan, this single is prime-time spend-a-dime late-period Gee Gee Willikers, with that scorched grizzly bear rasp/shout and gory bloodshed winning out over the sweet romantic courtship themes of his earlier work. The riffs are extremely aggressive, with a filthy "anarcho-crust" guitar tone, buried in reverbed distortion as if recorded deep within the bowels of the subway tunnels. A couple are hardcore speed, a couple are midtempo pissed-off hard rock, one trudges along boringly for about half an hour (3:43) and one ("Snakeman's Dance") uses a perverted hypnotic eastern drone/beat to paint a macabre portrait of a naked, bloody, flabby, hairy, stinky GG Allin dancing around a basket trying to lure the cobra up to dance for the nice ladies and gentlemen. Did you ever notice how easy it is to typo "ladies" into "laides"? That's because woman put out and are sluts. So after tales of murder ("Watch Me Kill The Boston Girl"), terror ("Castration Crufixtion"), evil ("Snakeman's Dance"), genocide ("Slaughterhouse Deathcamp" and sickness ("Feces And Blood -- Bacteria Of The Soul"), the single ends with the rollicking goodtime party anthem "Master Daddy," which appears to be about a father forcing sex on his daughter, but I can't imagine a socially conscious Greenpeace supporter like GG Allin ever stooping to THAT level. A father POOPING on his daughter, sure, but that's the dark side of America that THEY don't want you to see. But GG Allin never hid behind lies and altruisms. When nature called, GG shared that news with the world. Thus, in a way, he truly was Nature's Journalist. Pardon me for a moment while I observe a news headline reading: Bush defends intelligence as 'darn good.' Don't blame me! I didn't vote!
The whole point of GG's live shows was to give him
a chance to beat people up. I'm sure that videos of his shows are
entertaining as hell (I've only seen one, but it was RIDICULOUS! Just a
disgusting bald bloody naked man running around the floor attacking people),
but there's no reason to buy any of the fifty eight billion live CDs that
are available. The songs are always poorly recorded, with little attention
paid to the vocals. That's not to deny that most of his songs are catchy
and/or funny as hell though, which is why I couldn't bring myself to give
this disc less than a 6 on my Scale Of Diabetes.
If this is the Best, I'd hate to hear the
WORST!!!! But all hilarious kidding aside, this is an itch-achingly
disappointing collection of half-assed trudgers. It's all very poorly
recorded, slow and noisy but only occasionally catchy and, because of GG's
retched screaming tendencies of late, it's nearly IMPOSSIBLE to understand
the lyrics, which I'm sure are poetic and mature, much like the work of the
late Robert Frost. Some of the stirring pieces on this wax-go-spin include
"Shit On My Prick," "Cornhole Lust," "Spread Your Legs, Part Your Lips,"
"Stick A Cross Up A Nun's Cunt," "Drug Whore" and "Lillian Phone
Fucker." It's just not very good. Too many of the songs are just a bunch
of tuneless noise with GGG yelling over it. In fact, while playing it
tonight, engaged in a heated game of Triple-Ball with my fiancee Brenda and
my puppy Henry, I perceived some discomfort in the face of the woman
component in the above equation. I sayeth to thine, "What's wrong, are you
tired?" And she replied, "Yeah, and I hate GG Allin." And I'm all like
what the fuck, because she sang along with tons of the songs from the first
three albums, remembering them from her punker days in high school (in fact,
she insists that Always Was, Is And Always Shall Be should get the 10
- she LOVES "Automatic"). So I says, "Huh? I thought you liked GG
Allin?!?" And, in that mysterious wily female way, she seductively replied,
"Not this shit."
The songs on this album can be divided into three basic categories:
1) Uninspired psychotic rants shouted over tuneless noise ("Troubled Troubadour", "I'm Dying, I'm Dying, I'm Dead", "Pain and Suffering", etc.)
2) Songs whose lyrics consist of GG simply repeating the title over and over again, usually over slow, inane guitar chords ("Shit On My Prick", "Cornhole Lust"). If the title is vulgar, which of course it always is, it's good for a cheap laugh once or twice but gets old fast. (I suppose "Stick A Cross Up A Nun's Cunt" falls into this category too, but GG included a few other lines to repeat ad nauseam in addition to the title. Maybe it's my 12 hellish years of Catholic education, but hearing him yell "Hail Mary, full of shit" does it for me every time.)
3) Actual songs! I might mention here that GG is beginning to display quite a talent for balladry (note: balladry here defined as "storytelling through song", not "power ballads"... ugh.) It's strange how the words GG uses in songs like "Sitting In This Room" and "Liquor Slicked Highway" combine with the things you already know or assume about him to evoke feelings and images with almost effortless effectiveness. Also, I'm almost ashamed to admit it, but last year when I was depressed after breaking up with my longtime girlfriend, "Dagger In My Heart" became the first-- and so far the only, thank god-- GG Allin song that I ever identified with. Other good songs on this disc include the almost belligerent self-loathing of "I Live to Be Hated", and "Spread Your Legs, Part Your Lips" which may be the best example ever of GG's penchant for callous misogyny and objectification of the female gender. 4/10-- yeah, there were some great songs on here, but more than half of the dis! c is unlistenable garbage. If he had whittled it down to maybe a six-song EP I could easily have doubled that grade!
Country/western music is outlaw music, after all,
so ol' self-outlaw-fancier Allin thought he'd give it a whirl. This is
straight C/W music, with clean guitars, pianos and bouncy bass lines, and GG
is (choke!) SINGING!!! In an odd twist of fate along the lines of Dylan
cleaning up his larynx for "Lay Lady Lay," GG sounds like a warbling seal as
he relates his tales of tough-guy macho drug use and showoffitudeness. Some
of the songs are good, but the others sound just like the good oneswithout
that which makes them good! If you're a country music fan, you probably
won't want to hear GG doing it, and if you're a GG fan, you probably won't
want to hear country music.,p>And if you're a Boston fan, tune in to your
favorite classic rock station, where you'll hear a song off of the first
Boston album EVERY TWENTY MINUTES!!!
The stylistic tinkering continues. I don't know
the story behind this, so I'll just tell ye what it are, Cigar. This is
repeated loops of GG espousing his stupid outlook on life ("murder is good,"
"comfort is bad," etc) while loops of noise from his past albums play in the
background. It's more interesting than you'd think, but less interesting
than any other GG record that I personally have ever heard. He takes
himself far too seriously, and it shows! Lots of Richard Kern pics of GG in
the little booklet. Richard Kern is the greatest erotic photographer of all
time, but who in Sam Jenkins McGillicudy requested erotic pictures of GG
Allin? El Duce from The Mentors I could understand, but GG Allin?
Blorp! I made up that word "blorp" - do you like it? It's short for
"Every word in the Bible." So now you can memorize the entire Bible just by
remembering one word! Try it Sunday at your Pastor!
Holy frijole senor, GG at age 36 looked like a
mass murderer and sounded like the Cookie Monster. His once vital young
spiteful shit scream has devolved into an unintentionally humorous Muppet
growl and his new band the Murder Junkies plays COCK ROCK METAL!!!
Seriously. Not like power ballads and stuff like that, but you could
definitely hear like the Scorpions or AC/DC playing these riffs. Though a
lot of the songs are supercatchy in a midtempo late-period Ramones-type way,
it's certainly not punk by any imagination of my stretch (except for the
low-life production, I suppose). The lyrics are about a billion times less
entertaining than on his previous outings too. Where are the ridiculously
misogynist sex lyrics? All we get hear is violence, boring violence and
bland violence, often with unwieldy titles! "Raw, Brutal, Rough & Bloody"?
"Shoot, Knife, Strangle, Beat & Crucify"? "Legalize Murder"? Who can
remember BOTH of those words? I can't!!! What were they??? "Legalize
Puppy Dogs"??? "Larry Hagman Murder"??? Oh, my mind is an uncle to your
leftwing pinko ideals!!! "I Kill Everything I Fuck" is pretty much the
only funny title on here, unless you get a chuckle out of the novelty song
"Shove That Warrant Up Your Ass." Do you? GG died BEFORE this album was
released, and the back of the album cover has a tasteful picture of him
dead in his coffin, wearing underwear and holding a bottle of liquor as the other
Murder Junkies gather around, looking just as dead as he.
If you ever get the opportunity, check out the GG documentary "Hated"(by
the same guy that made that movie "Road Trip" w/ Tom Green!?!?). In one
particularly interesting sequence, the maker of the film visits GG's hometown
of Bumfuck, New Hampshire and chats with the locals, including GG's high
school band teacher(GG Allin was a band geek?? Hahaha!!!!). Definitely
worth watching.
Some idiot visiting someone who lives on my floor once ate poop in the
hallway on a bet. I'll leave you with a quote from him: "Poop tastes REALLY
REALLY BAD!!
I think it's really pathetic that there's actually a following for this loser. The only people I ever hear praising this
guy are men thirty or over who are SO into being ant-establishment that they feel they HAVE to be a fan of this
guy. So he did everything his way, so what? If the only way he could get attention was to smear shit all over
himself and rape women, his way sucked!! What a fucking legacy....he has a fan base made up entirely of ex-punks
and hardcore horror/exploitation film geeks. I love punk (no, not Blink 182), I love horror films (no, not Scream), and
I believe in thinking for yourself. But I'm not going to proclaim myself a GG Allin fan just because 99% of the human
population never heard of him. And after reading these reviews, I could give a shit less if his music WAS great
(yeah, right. Like THAT'S the reason people buy his stuff-for his wonderful music). He was a dumbass, pure and
simple. I'll stick with the Misfits, Ramones, and Black Flag. Yeah, they're fairly well-known, and that ain't very
"punk", but at least they never ate shit and raped women. They were too talented for that...
Guess what I love the Misfits,the Ramones,the Stukas,Black Flag and GG Allin.
I love Danzig,I love the Stooges fuck I love Iggy Pop,I love Radio Birdman,ya
know why mate? Because I LISTENED.Man I know how putrid GG was I've got the
Hated DVD ,it's childish,immature,and apart from GG's 2 inch pecker, not even
funny(please put ya pants back on GG)However I must come to the Scumfucs defense.GG
Allin made music of profound worth,not always but at least half his work(and
I use the term work loosely)is essential .Start with "Always was Is and Always
Will Be" if you like the shit ya say ya like you will like GG"s first album(you
may find it a little light even) and then just take it from there.You're lucky
pal I live in Australia and no cunts' ever heard of GG Allin so his music is
real hard to find . Broaden ya horizens Mate.Give GG a Go.
A fitting record to end his career. Here GG has finally called out
everyone, from the cops to society in general, declaring war on them all...
Perhaps lyrically his most focused album. The music takes a more refined
approach, with heavier guitar and (gasp!) is that a bass I can hear in the
lower frequencies? I happened to see his "notebook" in Ann Arbor when he was
staying at the Y, and remember him walking up the street, pages falling out
blowing into the gutter... he didn't seem to care....
Full of dirges and heaviness, GG finally made a "stoner" album... too bad it
had to be his last....
Recorded live at the Twilight Ballroom on August 17th, 1985 during the whirlwind Eat My Fuc tour with Tracy Chapman, this CD features just about the dumbest stage patter you're like to ever hear. "Any you girls who wanna get fucked or raped, come out in front. If you DON'T, you're gonna get raped anyway." "Come on! Stick your cock up my asshole! I know it's the best part of me!" "I used to fuck my teacher every night!" "I shall write a book some day about the appropriateness of names! Geoffrey Chaucer has a ribald ring, as is proper and correct, and Alexander Pope was inevitably Alexander Pope! Colley Cibber was a silly little man without much elegance and Shelley was very Percy and very Bysshe!" This isn't a very good recording audio-wise, and his band "The Texas Nazis" slows down all of the great punk songs to just okay hard rock songs. Plus, you can't hear him hurl his feces! If it's live GG Allin you want, go VHS. Then you can hear him hurl his feces! Isn't it cool how, regardless of GG's big master plan to be the most extreme and violent entertainer of all time, all anybody remembers is that he crapped onstage all the time? I have a theory about this -- we're desensitized to violence, drug use and profanity by TV and the media (and television), but how often do you get to see a big Hollywood actor star crap in a movie and then throw it at someone? See, this should be demonstrated in school everyday for children, so they won't be so upset when they grow up and GG Allin craps on them.
Good old GG Adams. Making CDs from beyond the grave and selling them direct to you, eliminating the middleman. This h'yar CD features five of his out-of-tune acoustic
blues/country slop tunes, a druggy version of the clean-living Rolling Stones' drug-free song "Dead Flowers," an apparent cover of the alleged Ohio Express song "Up Against
The Wall" (which must be on that album they did as a motorcycle gang because it sure isn't on my Best Of Ohio Express cd!), a couple of short, moronic spoken word
pieces and the crux de resistance -- FORTY minutes of telephone conversations with Kevin Allin himself. Oh sorry. You probably know him as GG. These conversations
reveal GG to be a normal, funny, polite, lucid and very friendly person who is just very excited about the thought of being known as "the most decadent rocker of all time." He
seems honestly surprised and thrilled about every little piece of press coverage he gets, and it's clear that his stage act IS, in fact, a poor man's attempt at performance art
(though he would never refer to it as such). This is his way of making his mark in the world - by lowering himself to depths so disgusting that very few other rockers would
follow. One thing he IS aware of is that his fan base will buy anything with his name on it! The interviewer, a young-sounding, wimpy-appearing record company owner
named Stewart Brodian, agrees completely, and has his mind on the dollar-sign to an almost disgusting degree. Throughout the calls, he constantly refers to things like taking
the drawing GG made on an envelope, making color printouts and selling them. Or turning scribbles into t-shirts. Or -- most obvious of all - the fact that he RECORDS three
telephone conversations with GG, never once informing the man that he is being taped, with the clear intention of selling them (which he has done!). I'm glad he did though,
because it's really hard to get a genuine look at the man behind the GG Allin image. Even in interviews, he is very guarded and has the persona clicked ON, shouting offensive,
violent bullshit and making vague threats. But on here, you get 40 minutes of him just talking about this and that - life in prison, his personal hygiene, his brother, his music -
honestly, openly and somehow really entertainingly! Stewart's liner notes sum it up, I suppose: "GG had his 'on stage' personality, but he was a really smart guy and despite
his faults, I really miss him." So basically it's just like that guy in the New Christy Minstrels. He may have eaten his own poop onstage and sliced up groupies' boobs
while raping them, but that guy in the New Christy Minstrels was, at heart, a decent guy.
1. Love the site and all of the reviews (whether I agree with the rating or not) are genius.
2. Beyond Mark's obviously witty prose stylings, what I really love about this site is the inability of so many of the people who submit comments to grasp the concept of "irony". Seriously, Mark you should have a warning page before the actual one which contains a dictionary definition of the word irony somewhere on it. Many Brits (such as myself on occasion, before I spent more time in the States) have an inbred idea that Americans don't understand irony at all. Now while this obviously isn't true (this website being a prime example to the contrary), it is FUCKING AMAZING how thick some of these people who write in are.
For example: does jrmymcmill@chartertn.net, when commenting on your review of GG Allin's "The Troubled Troubadour + Bonus Tracks - Mountain 1996", really think you were serious when you wrote the lines: "This h'yar CD features five of his out-of-tune acoustic blues/country slop tunes, a druggy version of the clean-living Rolling Stones' drug-free song "Dead Flowers," ? Really? Really? Even if I'd never heard the song it would be readily apparent by the consruct of the sentence that Mark was "taking the piss" (Brit term, look it up US readers. Along with "irony". Please. Before I have to read any more lame comments along the lines of "But Johnny Rotten was the lead singer of The Sex Pistols, not the Partridge Family!" or "The Clash's second album was called "Give 'Em Enough Rope", not "Dean Martin Sings Italian Hits", you ninny!") Please. For the good of your nation.
This is GG and the Jabbers recorded live at The Channel in August 1982, when he was still a sweet young boy with what could only be called the sissy little voice of a homersectional. Unfortunately, the tape gets a little warbly as it goes, but the excitement and dare I say MENTAL LUCIDITY of GG and his young band are more than worth the price of admission to Legally Blonde Pt. 2: Red, White and Blonde. What the hell was Bob Newhart doing in that piece of crap? He's as popular today as he's ever been! His career is on fire! Have you heard his bit about the invention of baseball? Hilarious! While we're on the subject of Bob Newhart, the very first words on this disc are a shout from the audience, "FUCK YOU, YOU FUCKIN' HOMO!" GG, too young to be completely out of his fucking mind like he would be in five years, refrains from fisticuffs and calmly replies, "Hey, we love you too!" Can you believe that? I mean, he was still a dumbshit (as evidenced by his introduction to "Gimme Some Head" -- "This next song's off our new single. It's for all you girls that like to suck cock!"), but it's just incredible to think that THE filthy hairy disgusting horrible GG Allin started off as a pinheaded pissbrained little kid rockin' the crowds with some great GREAT punk rock. Every song on here is crucial to the lives of people dying in the hospital -- they are the only things keeping them alive. Songs like "You Hate Me & I Hate You!" "Don't Talk To Me!" (GOD, I LOVE the way the guy so methodically plays the chords in this one! It's almost like power pop, but played WAY too friggin fast!) "Assface"! And the coolest thing on the release for both newfers and oldfers: a song called "Nuke Attack" that is, in fact, an early version of "I Wanna Piss On You" with (very) vaguely socially conscious lyrics!!!!!! Think about that for half a second. That means that this human being sat down at some point and said to his band, "Man, that 'Nuke Attack' riff totally kicks ass! If only the lyrics were about PEEING on somebody!" Come on. "I Wanna Piss On You"?!? What kind of asshole would write a song called "I Wanna Piss On You"!!?!??!?! I would. But aside from me, I mean COME ON!!!!!
Before we begin, let me address something. There is a very small group of people who are spending way too much time and effort trying to analyze what I'm trying to do here.
VERY small, mind you, but enough to make me want to reply here in the GG Allin reviews. I am NOT trying to make a statement. I am NOT trying to do anything groundbreaking
or trick anybody. I'm NOT even trying to offend anybody. Here is exactly what I'm trying to do -- (1) Start a dialogue about records. I like talking about records - I think it's a lot
of fun, and it's really neat to hear what different people have to say, and (2) Keep myself from being bored while writing the reviews. This is why there are so many gross jokes and
crap in here. I am not an activist for free speech (though I certainly believe in it), nor am I trying to laugh at anybody who doesn't "get it." I am also NOT trying to be " a comedy
genius." I like making nice people laugh, but mainly it's just a way to keep the reviews from being dry - I personally find dry reviews kinda dull. So if you think you've figured out
some secret about me (I use the same jokes too many times, I talk about myself too much, etc), you haven't. I have no secrets. You either like the way I choose to talk about records
or you don't. If you DON'T, then get lost. Why on earth would you choose to spend your time on a site you hate? You think I spend my time on Gina Arnold's site? Okay I
addressed it. Now then - this GG Allin singles collection! The most inneresting about it is that it begins with a single that GG just played DRUMS on. And Merle played bass! 'Twas a
band called Malpractice, and their hit single "Love Tunnel" was about as tacky as GG but with a guy who couldn't sing OR yell! After that, we get into GG's rancid early pop/punk crap
("1980's Rock N' Roll" is by no small stretch one of the absolutely most sophomoric, hideous songs I have ever heard). Then there's a couple Velvet Underground-style songs by a
band called "StripSearch." I can't tell if GG sings on 'em or what the hell. Then FINALLY we get to "Gimme Some Head" and the GG we all know and love (except for the readers
who responded here - everybody else loves GG, especially the Hindus) comes bustin' lose. The rest is as offensive and catchy as you're gonna need! No noiserock here - this was
strictly early GG. When I purchased it at the Princeton Record Exchange last weekend (the same day that I was given a VHS copy of The Car!!!!!!!! By a former member of
Caroliner!!!!!!!! Did you hear me???? Fuckin' CAROLINER!!!!!!!!! AND I DON'T EVEN MEAN THE ASSHOLE WITH RATS HANGING FROM HIS CEILING!!!!!!!!), the
young fellow behind the counter said this unto me -- "This is the poppiest stuff he ever did!" So take it from that guy - this is some poppy GG. Which isn't ALWAYS a good thing,
but it certainly works wonders with monstrously funny, melodic punk tunes like "A Fuck Up," "I'm Gonna Rape You" and the world famous David Peel (who had the genius to rip off
"Eleanor Rigby" as "All The Homeless People," sing a song about marijuana to the music of "Na Na Hey Hey Goodbye" and sing "Libertarians For Freedom" to the music of "O
Tennenbaum" ALL ON THE SAME ALBUM) anthem "Devil's Prayer," which I guess must have been written by the two of them when they played together back in the dusky musky
nineteen-seventies. What the hell are they saying anyway? "Blippity So of The Souls Of The World - Have Mercy On Us?" Come on, even if you haven't heard GG or David's
version, I'm sure you know the Celine Dion cover. Oh no, sorry. It wasn't the "Devil's Prayer" that she covered - it was "Ass Suckin', Butt Fuckin', Cunt Lickin'
Masturbation." You may not have heard it yet - it's the theme to Titanic II -- Electric Boogaloo.
Also: Mr. Prindle, definitely check out the 'Savage South - Best of 1992' DVD ... it's as good as "Raw Brutal Rough and Bloody - 1991"
Piss
I WANT A COLD RUBBER BAND
Oh, yeah, I'll tell you somethin'
I want a cold rubber band
Oh, please say to me
Give me that cold rubber band
And when I touch you I feel happy inside
Yeah, you've got that somethin'
I want a cold rubber band
And when I touch you I feel happy inside
Yeah, you've got that somethin'
I want a cold rubber band
Hello, this is Dave Kendall with MTV's 120 Minutes, and today
we're speaking with "Strange Mark" Prindle about his latest smash
single, a hilarious parody of the Beatles classic "I Want To Hold Your
Hand," entitled "I Want A Cold Rubber Band." Tell us, "Strange Mark":
how do you get all of these crazy ideas? I loved your last chart-topper
- the Grand Funk Railroad take-off "I'm Your Craptain" - but this new
song is absolutely hilarious! It's impossible to stop laughing as the
gags keep coming! Every single lyric is another joke - just hammering
the listener in the face over and over and over again like a lead-filled
man in an iron shoe! How do you DO it!???!
Well Dave, it's funny you ask that because just the other day I was
sitting around the old shitpole listening to GG Allin's
Res-Erection when I suddenly realized, "Wait a second. This is a
compilation featuring 7 live performances, 5 rehearsal tracks with Dee
Dee Ramone on bass, 5 interview snippets with GG and his fellow Murder
Junkies, and one acoustic solo performance!" And from that point on, it
was like buttering a duck's expulsion tube with a thimble.
Wow that's great, "Strange Mark," that's great. And in a wonderful
coincidence, we have GG Allin here on the show today to answer a few
questions! Hi GG, thanks for joining us. My first question is this:
what were your exact thoughts the first time you heard "Strange Mark"
Prindle's hilarious new single, "I Want A Cold Rubber Band"?
Well I'll be honest with you Dave, I'm really into more aggressive
music. I think of my audience as the enemy, and I don't give a fuck if
they like me or not. I want to destroy them, not please them. I
basically have always hated other people, and I don't have time for
posers who pretend they're into real rock and roll but really just want
to water down their sound, get signed to a major label and become
famous. Honestly I don't care whether I finish a show or not, as long
as I fuck somebody up. So when I heard "I Want A Cold Rubber Band," I
of course thought, "Holy shit, this guy's 1000 times more intense than I
am." I put on a good show and everything, but "Strange Mark" Prindle is
the real deal. He's dangerous.
Thank you for your thoughts, GG. And also the best of luck with your
new CD, Sax All Night on Decca Records. But back to you,
"Strange Mark." Now let me ask you this -- back in your early days, as
you honed your craft playing the bagpipes on Dr. Crazy-o's radio show,
did you ever dream that you would one day become such a huge success? I
mean, early tracks like "Black Turd" (hilarious parody of The Beatle's
"Blackbird"), and especially your uproarious take-off of Paul
McCartney's "Bluebird" ("Blue Turd") showed tremendous promise, but did
you ever think that your genius would be recognized by the radio
establishment the way it has?
Well Dave, I actually owe a lot of my success to the support of yourself
and your fellow VJ's (Video Jockeys). For example, I honestly didn't
think I'd get much airplay when I submitted the video for "In A
Gadda-Judge-Ito" -
The one that's just your penis bouncing up and down for 24 minutes.
Exactly. But you guys took a chance, put it in heavy rotation, and the
fans wound up loving it. I'll always appreciate that, just as I'll
always appreciate the fact that the interview snippets on
Res-Erected present GG Allin as an affected braggart, trying too
hard to sound misanthropic and untameable when his music and
performances already make that point quite effectively. His stage
banter during the live tracks isn't quite as dopey as usual - little
jabs like "This song's called 'We Better Get Fuckin' Paid!'" and "This
goes out to my last girlfriend, who I put in the hospital" are whimsical
asides between the poorly-recorded and disastrously out-of-tune
performances. Having said that, my absolute favorite line on the record
is "We're the fuckin' Shit Biscuits and God will be up here in a
minute!" It's not enough that the guy's in a band called 'The Shit
Biscuits' - now he has to deify a smelly coprophile too? Another great
thing about it is that when the Dee Dee Ramone rehearsals come in, you
can actually tell that it's Dee Dee on bass! His
"DUH-du-du-du-du-du-du-DUH-du-du-du-du-du-du" rhythm is immediately
recognizable the second they kick into the first song. Even though the
sound quality is pretty bad, I personally enjoy the music of GG Allin,
and have no clue what people are talking about when they call he and his
band 'talentless.' Songs like "Bite It You Scum," "I Wanna Fuck
Myself" and "Tough Fuckin' Shit" are catchy as all hell! Get some new
ears, you assholes!
I see. Well anyway, thank you "Strange Mark" Prindle for joining us
this week for 120 Minutes. I'm Dave Matt Lewis Jancee Dave Chris
Jim J.J. Alan Kevin Downtown Julie Kendall Pinfield Largent Dunn Holmes
Booker Shearer Jackson Hunter Seal Brown, and you've been watching
Cutting Nation here on MTV with me, Peter Zaremba's urine sample.
Maybe I fast-forwarded through a key moment or something, but I could swear that MVD has somehow managed to find three different GG Allin shows completely free of poop throwing. So that's minus one point right there.
Although Merle "Charming Hitler Mustache; Sensuous KKK T-Shirt" Allin claims in the liner notes that the 1993 tour was one of the most violent in rock history, this is not borne out through the videotaped material featured herein. For the most part, GG just seems to be enjoying himself, playing great loud fast music, setting fire to his American flag loincloth, bashing the mic into his forehead to open the big blood blister, and occasionally running around in the crowd to punch people or push them over. Nothing too extreme by his standards. Granted, his standards include allowing fans to wiggle his ding-dong up and down as he sings, but who doesn't enjoy a bit of that every now and again? I've certainly never heard Jewel complain!
No, the real reasons to purchase this DVD have nothing to do with urine samples or fecal positions. They are as follows:
I. Great songs. Granted, you have to sit through all of them three times. But dude, they start each set with "Bite It You Scum"!!! Incidentally, I'd never noticed that "Bite It You Scum" has exactly zero changes. That means that it took less time to compose than it does to sit through!
II. Bonus footage of GG at a 1991 family get-together. This footage removes all the bluster, blood and shock tactics to reveal GG Allin for what he really was: your average skinny tattooed piece of white trash. He starts by pushing a relative (his sister?) into the pool, then runs away as she tries to push him into the pool, then stands there at the deep end in his shorts with these skinny little arms and legs demonstrating for the camera to proper method of pushing somebody into a pool, and then throws the same relative's shoes into the pool and tries to lure her into going back in to retrieve them before finally acting like a decent human being and using the pool net-stick thingy to get them for her. Again, I have to assume that this relative is his sister or cousin or something, because she's fat, untattooed, has two kids with her, and calls him "Kevin." Can you imagine taking your KIDS to hang out with this creep!? But again, he's just a white trash goofball in this footage, and in that way it's really charming (although you'll be glad that YOUR brother's not the kind of asshole who would throw you fully clothed into a swimming pool!).
III. Bonus footage of GG doing a 1993 in-store appearance at a record shop. When not performing, GG was completely lucid! You get to see him making jokes, answering questions, and being very polite to everybody. A couple of key pieces of information revealed in this segment include (a) that he was not gang raped in prison, but refuses to answer the question of whether he took part in any gang rapes ("What happens behind prison walls stays there!" he jokes), and (b) the "Suicide Sessions" were so-named because "Well, it's kinda funny actually. I was dating this girl and Merle was dating a girl at the same time, and we were recording an album. And then the girl I was dating killed herself and then not long aftewards the girl Merle was dating killed herself and so we figured, 'Well, we're making this album. We'd might as well call it the Suicide Sessions." Why yes, GG! That certainly is "kinda funny"! Not so much "funny ha-ha" though, as "funny you're fucking psychotic."
IIII. A brief snippet of GG getting a tattoo on the back of his head. He doesn't say a word during this scene, but come on - it's a guy getting a tattoo on his head! What more do you want? A man getting a earring? Sure, it's a nice dream but things like that just don't happen!
IIIII. Footage of the band screwing up their timing about 500 times in a row while trying to lay down the group chorus of "Shoot, Knife, Strangle, Beat and Crucify." Incidentally, GG's speaking voice sounds completely normal in all the 1993 footage, so that fucked-up death voice he uses on Brutality and Bloodshed for All must have been an exaggeration or put-on of some sort. Either that or he had a terd stuck in his throat.
IIIIII. The third concert features a lot of fantastic footage shot from behind GG, so you get to see what he saw every time he performed. You know what that was? An incredibly belligerent crowd full of (a) little boys eager for GG to come near them so they can take a swing and look like a tough guy and (b) little girls filled with a mixture of fear and awe at the bloody bald man in front of them. And yes, I'm using the phrases "little boys" and "little girls" in an attempt to be completely patronizing. Hope you like it! But yes, if GG considered the audience to be his enemy (which he DID), then the audience certainly seemed to have the upperhand at this show. Even their shouts of "YOU SUCK!" are greeted with a resigned, kinda pathetic, "So? I suck! So what? I don't wanna part of that fucking alternative scene bullshit!" It's a terrifically interesting and insightful way to present a GG performance (through HIS eyes), and I really think you'll like it because there were a lot of young men with theiir shirts off at the show. Also, it begins with GG bashing a guy in the head with the bottom of the mic stand (twice!), so that's always a rare treat. You know what else is a rare treat? A brownie made of Hank Aaron rookie cards. If you see one of those, eat it and then sell it on ebay. No no, better yet -- sell it on ebay, cash the buyer's check, and THEN eat the cookie!!! Then you can send the buyer a note saying that the check never showed up and if he gets a copy back with your signature on it, that was a mailman pretending to be you. Then go get a mailman fired to cover your tracks. See? It's 'easy pickins' when you've got Mark Prindle's Ebay Secrets on your side! Here's one more helpful hint: if you see an item that you want and it doesn't have any bids on it, use two fake ebay accounts to rake the price up to like 75 billion dollars so nobody else will bid. Then, with 45 seconds left in the auction, cancel both bids and use your real ebay account to score the item for like 2 dollars! Sellers love this gag and often express their appreciation by including extra merchandise in the package (e.g. red and blue wires, fertilizer, nitromethane, alarm clock).
IIIIIII. So you see, even when a GG Allin DVD doesn't include a lick of shit, that doesn't mean that you're going to be bored. It only means that you're going to have to make your own poop and throw it at the TV. Otherwise, it's smooth sailing for Music Video Distributors and its popular Clint Weiler spokesperson!
Disclaimer#2:The following remarks in no way represent the thoughts or opinions of anyone, including me.
Anyway, MARK MARK MARK:
GG ALLIN- PUHLEESE.......
Just becauase you continuously use overly cerebral comments and sophmoric humor when discussing GG, and just because you deride him in attempts to show what a brainiac you are- it is still quite obvious that you like this guy and consider him an actual musician worthy of serious cogitation and discussion.
Now, I do not mind his antics(we know what they are- I wont list them). If someone brought talent and originality to bat with him, I wouldn't care if he flung shit right at me. Being the target of a torrent of feces would be worth it if it were the price to be paid for checking out cool art. Art is the most vital part of my life, and makes my life occasionally feel relevant. Occasionally should be emphasized. However- GG has NO TALENT.
For the idiots who say, "Well, it's an alternative to Britney Spears and Whitney Houston." Sorry, folks- ALOT of music out there is an alternative to pop bullshit, and it's good. GG Allin is for those morons who think that they should hate any music that other people like. They believe that you should hate anything popular, which, in my mind- is just as stupid as liking something because it's popular. Nirvana and The Beatles were amazing- regardless of the legions of morons who liked them. People who like alternative music can't seem to accept anything that a bunch of idiots like. This is as dumb as thinking Van Gogh sucks just because all these idiots hang him on their walls.
Furthermore- their are plenty of artists who did cool, FUNNY music that was completely anti-social and unacceptable. Tesco Vee(I saw the Meatmen, by the way- in Atlanta at a tiny punk place The Metroplex- which was the shit-hole punk club in Atlanta before the Masquerade. It was just a concrete basement- I believe you mentioned the MAsquerade in one of your articles-well, let me tell you- the Metroplex was alot more real-it closed down by about 1986. I also saw Metallica there with about 50 other people at most, and saw Sam Hain there on Halloween night while on tons of acid, The Dead Kennedys and many others-but I digress- Back to the Meatmen- Tesco came onstage wearing only a plastic fruit basket on his head and a plastic g-string with a gigantic plastic phallus hanging off of it- there was a mannequin onstage that he dismembered and she was filled with condoms, out of the wrapper and unrolled- and he slung them across the audience- it was a GREAT SHOW- just in case anyone thinks that I don't like GG because he is unacceptable to my moral sensibilities- sorry, guys- that's an easy way for you to dismiss my opinion. GG fans are the type who think that if you don't like him you must not understand his GENIUS- please wait while I go vomit into a glass, drink it back down while I masturbate frantically and dream of Linda Lavin performing autopsies on small mammals while Mackenzie Phillips and Criss Angel sit there naked, painting abstract art onto the buttcheeks of Bob Dole- then after I cum, I need to laugh for about 3 millenium while I think about a GG Allin fan trying to have any coherent thought at all. The only bigger moron is his brother Earl, who has less talent- so I guess talent can be measured in negative integers. Man, this is the most rambling, longest, non-sequitor containing parenthetical reference in history.)
Anyway, let me try and wrap this up with one more relatively coherent thought. GG Allin is not worthy of consideration anywhere. When your SOLE purpose is to shock- it is not art. There needs to be an underlying reason for the shocking behavoir. THEN, you often have the greatest art ever produced. I hate GG because HE WAS A POSER. That's right- HE was the fucking poser. I WISH, WISH, WISH that he had come to Atlanta and tried that shit here- we are pretty hardcore- I wish I had been at a show and he had flung shit at my girlfriend or come at her with a knife- my friends and I would have had stomped him in way he wouldn't have liked- no matter what a Masochistic freak you are- you dont like it when someone breaks your collerbones and kneecaps. I remember one time when a guy from a no-name pseudo punk band in Florida started acting out at the Metroplex and stared calling our girls bitches and trying to act mencacing. I just sat there laughing because I TRY to be a pacifist, but three of my friends, all black skinheads, pummeled him until he was near death. The rest of the band stood there and one of them started to cry. Then me and a few friends had to pull them off- they guy went to the hospital, but didn't move or regain consciousness for the 25 minutes it took the ambulance to get there. That's what we would have down to GG AND Merle.
Please, all you morons who think he has talent- listen to some decent punk rock sometime- and dont accept something just because it is so unacceptable to the mores of society- that alone doesn't make something worth shit. Check out the Meatmen, Minor Threat, Bad Brains, Dead Kennedys, Agent Orange, Dead Milkmen(who are funny),Butthole Surfers, Sonic Youth, Flaming Lips, etc.(OK OK- Youth and the Lips AREN"T really PUNK, per se- but they are badass) Shit, even a dork like Danzig was great with The Misfits, even though every teenage girl nowadays is wearing their shirts 25 years too late. And trust me, I have talked to Danzig at fair length, he is a total insecure loser and only about 3 feet tall.
And Mark, overall- pretty good job- you are smarter that the average un-bearable fuckhead reviewer- and though you are EXTREMELY garrulous and loquacious(I HATE when someone uses two synonyms and separates them with "and" in an attempt to sound bright), I am also obviously guilty of overly verbose exposition.
As for the guy who said "GG is the Jesus of our time." That is the most ignorant remark of all- time, and so what- why is this Jesus guy so popular anyway.
I actually thought that GG's early work with the Jabbers was his best stuff.
No out reachin' for shock value, just good ol' bad-attitude punk rock, the
way that it's supposed to be. But anyways, at random, this girl walked up to
me, and yelled "GG Allin is alive! GG Allin is alive!" to which I replied,
"Y'know, if you were one of the girls GG raped, you wouldn't be all that
stoked on him being alive."
This one CD is the beginning and end of my GG Allin collection.
Unlike the one version you review, this was released by "Halycon
(did they mean "Halcyon"?) Recording Corporation.
As you say, the songs are catchy and, other than the lyrics,
they'd fit in the regular rotation with the Dolls and Ramones.
Oh and that "audio verite" at the beginning of "Pussy
Summit Meeting" sorta undermines GG's "street cred" ...
The CD insert has a photo of a clean-shaven, young-looking
GG, sort of resembling David Essex.
I imagine that most people who are into GG because of and/or know him best for his violent, profane, sexually deviant, blasphemous, scatological, and generally sociopathic post-1984 work don't have much use for this album, but personally, this is my second-favorite GG Allin record (just a shade behind the ANTiSEEN record). GG functions just as well as a cut-rate Ramones and Dead Boys ripoff as he does the "Rock 'n' Roll Terrorist" he would become later on. One thing I like about GG's early work is that unlike later years when he would gather up any bunch of halfway-talented malcontents who were willing to record or tour with him, the Jabbers were an actual BAND, with a stable lineup (at least for the first few years) and everything. Of course, it was all beginning to come apart at the seams by the time the album was actually released; the story goes that GG, personally and without consulting the rest of the band, had the original Ramones-style band photo that was sel! ected for the cover replaced with the self-portrait of him "wearing a denim jacket with the name 'GG Allin' above the pocket". I easily give this a 9/10. Best songs are "Cheri Love Affair", "Unpredictable", and the insanely-catchy, will-stick-in-your-head-for-weeks-at-a-time "Beat Beat Beat".
This is my least favorite GG Allin CD.It sounds far too pop and doesn't
represent what GG was all about.This record reminds me too much of the
Ramones...............
"And I don't know what's the matter with your yap yap yap yap yap yap yap yap yap yap yap yap yap. I'd like to tie your hands and feet, put you in a sack!"
Many people view this as the prototypical GG Allin record, probably based on the fact that, more than any other record of his, it is chock full of songs that would prove to be his best-known work: "Drink, Fight, & Fuck", "Cock on the Loose", "I'm Gonna Rape You", "Hard Candy Cock", and more. However, what most of these people forget is that for every classic on this album, there's a dud ("Clit Licker", "Out for Blood", "Teacher's Pet") or even an outright embarrassment ("Convulsions"). This is a maddeningly inconsistent album. Another bone I have to pick with this album is the production. GG's albums are, of course, always grossly underproduced, but this album comes perilously close to unlistenable at times ("Out for Blood", for example). Frankly, I think that his next album, "You'll Never Tame Me" (not reviewed on this site), is much more representative of this stage of his career because despite the fact that the album contains fewer well-known songs, the low points! aren't nearly as low either. 7/10. Best songs: "I'm Gonna Rape You", "Fuckin' the Dog", and the criminally overlooked "God Of Fire In Hell".
When I met GG for the first time at the Channel it was during a Suicidal Tendencies show in 1984. My friend from Ohio, my girlfriend and I had eaten some valiums and drank on the 'T' all of the way there from Brighton. Things started getting out of hand and we had to rest in the back bar. That's when I saw through my double vision GG talking to his girlfriend Tracy. I yelled, "Hey Assface!" which was a song on the "You Hate Me & I Hate You" EP that I had. I didn't really know if that was him because I had only seen a few pictures before and I had only been in Boston for a couple of months. GG looked and yelled the same thing back at me. Then he comes over and sits down with us like we were old friends and we talked about music and all kinds of shit for about an hour until he left. He took down my name and number (he still lived in Manchester at the time) and we became pretty good friends. He would come down to Boston and we'd go to the Rat and get all fucked up and ! go to Merle's or my place and just get stupid drunk all night long and of course we'd go to plenty of concerts and raise hell. Anyway, shortly after the initial Channel meeting, I was in Newbury Comics on Boylston St. and they had a copy of 'Eat My Fuc' on vinyl in nothing but a record sleeve and it had the hand-drawn spurting dick in black and red magic marker. I of course had to own this and I still have it to this day. I wonder what it's worth since I only played it once to record it (I since have everything on the album on CD). We remained friends up until his death. I went to visit him at Jackson and spent a week in Chicago with him and Liliana a couple of weeks before his first arrest. I got some great pics of him that I took in Jeff Clayton's basement during the photo shoot for Murder Junkies with the ANTiSEEN in Charlotte. He was always fun and whenever I look through my vinyl and I see that unique GG art on the 'Eat My Fuc' album, it brings back great memor! ies of a fun guy who knew more about music and rock and roll his! tory than anyone I've ever met, except for maybe Merle. R.I.P.
Which of these songs is the "Ramones ripoff/homage"? They all sound more or less like the Ramones to me.
I must respectfully disagree with Mr. Prindle here. If there is a stinker on this album, it's the title track. Sure, it's fist-pumpingly anthemic enough, but there is no melody to speak of, the lyrics fail to move me, and it just comes off as nondescript and bland. It's a perfectly good song, to be sure, but "perfectly good" just doesn't cut it when juxtaposed with three other classic pieces of old-school, New York style punk rock. Also, what's wrong with "NYC Tonight"? Sure, it sounds like the Ramones, but so does all of GG's pre-1982 material-- and a good deal of the rest of New York punk scene does, as well. What, just because he speaks of "rais[ing] hell in New York City" rather than his native Boston, he's suddenly ripping off the Ramones? GG raised hell in every town he played in.
do you really not like mars bars?
(i know it's a stupid question, but i've always really liked them and never thought they tasted anything like the lint in your belly button)
G.G. also waxes poetic on this album: "I love diarrhea. So much of it for you hee-yuh." Plus if all the "punk" bands around nowadays heard "Hard Candy," they'd quit like
they should.
My relationship with this album is love/hate.
I can't really say for sure, but this EP sounds like it might be an ill-advised stab at commercial accessibility for GG. There's not a single curse word on it, fer chrissakes. Ironic, then, that this EP should come out the same year as the album that marked his permanent descent into the psychotic abyss, "Eat My Fuc". Anyhow, I agree with Mark that "Live Fast, Die Fast" sucks-- slow, lumbering, far too long-- but I happen to like the rewrite of "I Need Adventure", if only because hearing GG repeatedly sing "Come on boys let's show 'em what we can do" sounds vaguely homosexual. Hands down the best song on here, though, is "Livin' Like an Animal". Note that the melody and entire first verse of that song were incorporated into the song "Fuckin' the Dog" on the Eat My Fuc album. Also note GG's humorous mispronunciation of "orangutan". 8/10.
The first time I ever heard this album, it instantly earned a place as my least favorite GG Allin CD of all time. But after I gave it a few more listens, I discovered that the songs-- some of them, anyway-- are all right, they just need some time to grow on you. In fact, there are even a couple of GG albums I now like less than this one ("Suicide Sessions" and "Brutality and Bloodshed...", to be specific). Obviously, GG's music has a new and distinctly non-punk sound here. By his own admission, GG had been heavily into heroin at about this time; I don't know what if anything that has to do with the fact that that the lyrics and songwriting have both gone down the crapper since his days with the Scumfucs, but I do know that if even GG Allin himself thought he was doing too much heroin, he had to have been doing a hell of a lot. As Mark said, this is an album full of mostly droning, atonal grunge sleaze, but there are a few songs that do distinguish themselves enough to mak! e me enjoy them. "I'm a Rapest" is one of only a handful of GG songs whose lyrics can still, to this very day, offend me. And, even though it's not particularly distinctive or well-done, I still for some reason love the lead guitar work on "Scars On My Body, Scabs On My Dick" as well as the jaunty little melody at the end of each chorus of "Tough Fuckin' Shit". (Notwithstanding that, I still say the original Cedar Street Sluts version of that song was better.) Thumbs are definitely down, though, to "Beer Picnic" and the pointless, unnecessary, and poorly performed Charles Manson cover. 6/10. Note: The CD version of this album includes the 6-song "Watch Me Kill" single at the end, without explaining that this was not originally part of the album. While the single is a much better piece of work overall than this album, it still doesn't quite fit in with the overall feel of the original album. Stick with the vinyl-- very good advice in any musical situation, actually.
Yay! This is the only truly, consistently great piece of work to come from GG Allin in the entire period between the breakup of the Scumfucs and the collaboration with Antiseen (1985-1991). Also, it's the last music he would ever record that could by any stretch of the imagination be called "punk". All three of these songs became late-period classics and concert staples for GG, and they all deserved it much more than that piece of shit lame-ass "Outlaw Scumfuc" song. I obviously agree with Mark in his love for the title track, but I think he gives short shrift to "Gypsy Motherfucker" which is equally as "hilarious and ridiculously mean-spirited" as the title track, and yes, "Hangin' Out with Jim" is not as good as the first two, but it's way better than anything on his previous two albums. 9/10.
Not even ratable and I questions one's intelligence who give this piece of shit a ten. My cousin and I tinkered with G.G. when we were teenagers
and didn't know any better. We're both over thirty now, and have created more danger, excitement, and virtuosity during our 45 minute rendition of
The Stooges "No Fun" than this sociopath created in his entire lifetime. Anyone who gets a thrill out of this stuff (eating poop, punching out
members of the audience, threatening to kill himself on stage, etc.) should avoid admitting it in public, let alone on line. Send me half of what you
would pay for anything G.G. ever did and I will send you a cassette of me farting. I promise, it would be closer to real music than this fuck ever
imagined.
are you an idiot?? how does this ant-piss(/pissant) get a 10 and NO miles davis album get higher than an 8?? i realize that you dislike jazz, but
cmon. this crap doesn't deserve the plastic cd that it was printed on damnit! this is a load of crap. how can you even recognize someone who eats
their own ass-fun (poop)? man mark, ill still read your reviews but, this one, well this one is a little bit stupid. By The Way, besides you, HOW
MANY PEOPLE HAVE ACTUALLY LISTENED TO G.G. ALLIN? WHO THE HELL IS HE? If all he does is sing about raping girls, gay men, eating
crap, drinking piss, and doing every drug he can find, then the bastard deserved to die. Peace Marky.......
Oh wow, never thought I'd agree with drazy about anything. Granted, we do
disagree on certain things, like, say, the proper spelling of 'The Strokes.'
(A hint, drazy- there's an 'r' in 'Strokes.') And just how much they fucking
suck. (Answer: Quite a considerable amount.) But anyways, GG is a, well, how
can I say this, oh yes, that's right: an embarrasment to the entire
entertainment industry and much of the human race. Unlike some on this page,
I have had the misfortune of hearing some of GG's "music," and regret it
mightily. Face it, there aren't any riffs, just noise and offensive lyrics.
And not in that borderline entertaining way like Anal Cunt, either. This is
just plain atrocious. It's too bad he didn't die before all of his noted
"accomplishments," which seem to be limited to criminal activity, (some minor
offenses and some very serious ones) and terrible music. Because really, that
kind of person is the kind of person we need more of in society. Waste of
fucking flesh if you ask me.
gg on a whole...listen to more of his songs..there are some classics, even if your not down with the whole scat man thing.
Everybody seems to think this is GG's best album, but I don't see what all the fuss is about. The best songs are only marginally better than those on his last album, and the abundance of shitty songs on this album makes it even more inconsistent than "Eat My Fuc". The droning, grungy, Melvinsy sound that debuted on his last album continues here. I suppose I should applaud his feeling the need for a change of direction, since the classic, old-school-punk musical palette that he was previously drawing from was totally dated by 1985, but I wish he'd have replaced it with something halfway interesting to listen to. I realize GG wasn't as musically adept as the guys in Black Flag, Husker Du, or the Minutemen who were taking the same quandary and using it to make timeless, sonically adventurous music, but for God's sake, I could have done better than this-- and I was 7 at the time. Also, with the notable exception of "Outlaw Scumfuc" where he gives it a half-assed shot, GG does! n't even seem to be bothering to try to actually SING on any of these songs. Speaking of which, "Outlaw Scumfuc" is the only real honest-to-God classic on here, and it's totally undeserving of the status. It's an okay song, to be sure, but not in the same league as his work with the Scumfucs. Other sings I enjoy on this album are "Antisocial Masterbator", "Dog Shit", "I Wanna Kill You, "Be My Fucking Whore", and "Young Little Meat". Sure, that may seem like a long list of good songs, but when you consider pieces of shit that never should have been recorded like "My Revenge", "Family", "Wild Riding", "Suck My Ass It Smells", and "My Bloody Mutilation", you realize that this album is mediocre at best. 6/10.
This was the first GG record I ever bought and it made a believer out of
me.I bought it after looking at some of the song titles.Great fucking
record from start to finish,fuck these pussies that can't dig GG.Go
listen to Blink 182 or something,fucking cunts.....
This is classic GG, the first one I listened to and still my favorite.
Catchy, yet raw, This just isn't a great GG album, it's a great Rock and
Roll album, up there with FunHouse and Beggars's Banquet. Definitive GG
Allin, this is noisy and structured, recorded rough sound-wise, but somehow
that helps the whole record out... brilliant.
Hi, Mark; nobody noticed how similar is this GG allin record to Turbonegro's Ass Cobra? I love that record (and of course, i know that was released about eight years after this Allin's one), so when i first heard the "Faggots, Freaks, Drunks ..." i thought that was a fine record (of noisy-scummy punk). Of course, i think the musicians in the norwegian outfir are much more capable than the ones behind GG, and the songs are more polished, with a poison idea-meets- the- misfits edge, but the decadent performance of Hank Von Velvete, the singer, is very similar to GG's one (listen to " I got erection", "Black Rabbit" or the song in norwegian about the new wave hooker girls and the punk rockers...)
This album, even though it is very roughly mixed is one of GG's best. Some refer
to it as GG's bible. There are a few boring and even stupid songs on here, such as
"Wild Riding" & "Crash & Burn" but nevertheless, the only thing that can drive a
true Rock 'n Roll fan from this record is the questionable production. GG covers
most of his life up to that point on this record, such as his lust for sluts & whores,
alcohol (all of which I love too), abuse, filth, body fluids, blood, intravenious drugs,
and more!!! It even has a pro-suicide song!!! How can you beat that?!?! Especially
with all those cocksucking metal bands getting shit for supposedly making songs
that made kids commit suicide (which is false), here is a man who actually wrote
a song that obviously encouraged suicide. I always thought my band could do better
than GG concerning offensive & controversial lyrics until I heard this record &
realized I was wrong. Though this is one of his many badly produced records (the
bass is barely audible!!!) it is definitely one of the best, & that is not open for debate.
I bought this album because I was curious and tend to like extreme stuff. But Jesus H Christ on a Whole Wheat Bun, this shit is scary. I've hardly ever listened to it again (it sounds terrible), but I love the song titles. "Suck My Ass it Smells" still makes me laugh out loud (and Mark, I've seen you refer to it several times in your other reviews - even for the Monkees and crap!), and I can sometimes be found whistling "Be My Fuckin' Whore" to myself while at work ("Hey!" my boss says, "Isn't that GG Allin?" "Why yes," I reply, "Wanna borrow it?").
This, from start to finish, is one of the most dementedly enjoyable
albums to which I have ever listened. The only artists that came close
to G.G. Allin were Pussy Galore, but they weren't nearly as extreme or
self-destructive. What strikes me most about FFD&J is how triumphant
Allin manages to sound on the majority of songs, telling the listener:
"You haven't lived until you've slept in your own piss and raped a
10-year-old girl!" That's the kind of stuff Allin says in his
interviews, but he sounds so genuine on this album that you just have
to laugh at the extremity of his statements.
Because numerous people have posted that "Outlaw scumfuc" was their favorite song on the album. I hope they all know its a cover. well music and lyric structure, at least of "Longhaired Redneck" by David Allin Coe. though, GG Probably had a reason for covering a D.A.C. song (he knew his rock history) David Allan Coe released an album in the early 70's called "Nothing Sacred" which had such ditties on it as FINGER FUCKIN SALLY, LAY ME DOWN SOME RAILS (about cocaine) CUMSTAINS ON THE PILLOW, WHITE GIRL WITH A NIGGER, FUCK ANITA BRYANT (pro gay song, go figure) FUCKIN IN THE BUTT and some others. that was for years, and maybe still is... THE Most Offensive Country Album ever. (it's SO out of print) So GG had good source material. I've said it before, but I love your site, thanx
Now for the man who sings with feces in his throat. Well. . .
GG Allin had long promised to commit suicide onstage, preferably on Halloween, when he felt that his mission had run its course, he had nothing left to say, and he could no longer do anything to make his music or performances more "extreme". In fact, it's hard to see how GG could have topped "Suicide Sessions", so it might be said that it was fortunate (or unfortunate, depending on how you look at these things) that GG got thrown into prison shortly after that album's release, because the prison experience gave him time to slow down, think things out, and most importantly, refine his approach for maximum efficiency. One of the most important writings that came out of GG's time in prison was entitled "The GG Allin Mission" (read it here:
You were way off the mark with this album.This is among GG's best
recordings.You complain about Antiseen playing on only half the
album.There are at least 3 different versions of this album.The version
that you reviewed was obvioulsy on New Rose records and includes spoken
word tracks as bonus.The Baloney Shrapnel version features lives murder
junkies tracks as bonus and no spoken word tracks.The album was recently
re-released by TKO records and has no spoken word or live tracks,instead
it has the Violence Now and Laying up with Linda EPs.I think it is
unfair to rate this album so low,based on bonus tracks.This album is up
there with Freaks,Faggots,Drunks and Junkies.
Actually, UNHOLYROLLER666, the spoken word tracks are not bonus material. They were on the original vinyl LP release of this album, alternating between music and spoken-word. It was kind of a cool effect, because each of the spoken word tracks kind of made a nice introduction to the song after it (i.e. "Guns and Revolution", about how much the police suck, segues into "Kill the Police"). I guess a lot of people had the same complaint Prindle did, though, because I have seen other versions like those you mentioned. The live Murder Junkies stuff on the "Murder Junkies/Live" CD sucks; the new version, though I have never heard it, sounds pretty good since I am a fan of the "Laying Up with Linda" EP. Still, you can't beat the original.
Seven songs that could have fit nicely on "Suicide Sessions"-- deranged, evil lyrics growled over barely competent guitar work. Still, unlike that album which was basically a grab bag of disparate songs thrown together haphazardly, some undefinable thread seems to run through all these songs and make this single congeal much better as a unit. The piss-poor production work and barely coherent lyrics, in particular, seem to make some sort of perverse sense whereas in most cases they would function as liabilities for the album's quality. As far as the songs are concerned, the title track and "Castration Crucifixion" are two exercises in inane song-title repetition of the type seen frequently on "Suicide Sessions"; "Slaughterhouse Deathcamp" features unintelligible lyrics that nonetheless make the song seem all the more evil; "Snakeman's Dance" paints a vivid lyrical picture but worked a lot better two years later when GG redid it in outlaw-country style for the "Carnival of ! Excess" album; "Feces and Blood" is, as Prindle mentioned, a bit overlong, but any song containing the line "I don't want your boring friendship, I want to drink your blood" is an automatic winner as far as I'm concerned; and "Master Daddy" somehow manages to outdo "Young Little Meat" as GG's most vicious, sadistic ode to child molestation to date. Not to pound this analogy into the ground, but this is what "Suicide Sessions", with proper editing, SHOULD have sounded like. 7.5/10.
This album is an absolute piece of garbage. As Prindle said, anyone who is at all familiar with the GG Allin phenomenon knows that a GG concert is less about music than about seeing a naked, bleeding man mutilate himself with broken whiskey bottles, eat his own shit, and rape female audience members; therefore GG tended to pay more attention to what his audience actually came for than things like actually singing. Hell, sometimes GG wouldn't even bother to bring a full band out on tour with him, making do with pre-recorded background music, or even giving "spoken word" shows where he would just stand around naked, delivering psychotic soliloquies to jeering audiences before the whole affair inevitably devolved into violent fisticuffs (check out Todd Phillips' first-rate documentary "Hated: GG Allin and the Murder Junkies" for footage of one such performance that earned him a lifetime ban from NYU). However, the main thing to remember with this is that there is no video co! mponent to this record on which we can view all this extramusical entertainment, only audio; therefore, the entire thing is rendered rather pointless, which is this album's, as well as most other GG Allin live albums' (especially the post-Scumfucs performances), fatal flaw. And unlike Mark, I don't really give a crap if the songs are catchy or funny because they're all available in much better-performed versions on easier-to-find studio albums. 2/10.
Suicide Sessions is a one-dot album if I ever heard one. No way this
crap is four dots better than Family Man. Not that I'm saying Family Man
is great stuff or anything, it's just that all the criticisms you applied to
the music on that album apply here tenfold. Thank God I only downloaded this
off Napster and promptly deleted it. Just think: if Lars Ulrich would have
his way, I might have actually spent precious money BUYING that cd someday.
HEYell naw!!
GG Allin at his most lyrically depraved and musically minimalist. All of the weak points of "You Give Love a Bad Name" and "Freaks, Faggots, Drunks, and Junkies"-- weak songwriting, a tendency towards tuneless noise both in terms of vocals and musicianship, overall air of half-assed thrown-togetheredness-- are amplified here tenfold. I suppose I should consider this album a complete piece of garbage, and half of it I absolutely do. But the best songs on here somehow stand among my favorite GG songs. Again, these are songs that you need to let grow on you. Like peptobsml@aol.com, I thought this was one-dot crap the first time I heard it. Maybe it's a dumbing-down process that allows you to eventually enjoy (some of) this music after a while, I don't know.
This is absolutely shite. You can't even hear what this guys saying over the post "Metal Machine Music"-style noise bollocks that's banging away in the background and why should we care what he has to say anyway. Allin was nothing but a scummy, sad junkie with bullshit opinions that meant nothing. How could he be a real danger to society anyway, 99% of people have never heard of him!
Where can I find that GG Allin spoken word thing? You made it sound very erotic. You are very erotic. Perhaps even more than John Cougar Mellencamp.
I have that Murder Junkies cd, and it is good. Antiseen play catchy
rednecky punk rock that fits GG's style perfectly. Good tunes. The lyrics
are all that "kill everyone, MURDER!!! blah blah blah" that can be expected
from late-period GG, except for the song describing his prison stint in my
lovely home state of Michigan, in which he threatens to make his fellow
inmates his "baby boy".
Am I alone in thinking that everything GG did was crap?
OK, I'll have to admit- I've never heard a GG Allin song. I just read the reviews because I've heard a lot about how
psychotic he was. And ya know what?
I like GG Allin as much as late 70`s and early 80`s Skrewdriver. The most brilliant punk style underground rock the critics just cant leave alone.
No im not a Nazi either. Thanks for helping me with your GG reviews Mark. Being a newer GG fan [a few months] I already own 5 CDS, 3 LPS,
and two 7"`s. Two more CDs are on thev way also.
My dear Robjenn
Hey Rob, you care too much what others things. I just wanna let you know that I don't give a shit about your opinion cause it sucks. Light up a joint, get stoned, put your fat
Mcdonalds ass in your sofa and flip in the GG Allin record "Freaks, Fagotts, drunks & junkies". Then put the fourth song on repeat. Its called "Suck my ass it smells" and is
dedicated to pathetic people like you.
Anyone talkin shit about a legend of rock like GG must be a fuckin retarded ass son of a bitch.You fuckin lame asses dont know shit about GG Allin or the people that follow
him.Id like to see you hang with any of us for 5 minutes.Youd most likely wind up with severe head tauma wallowing in a pit of fecal matter.FUCK YOU!
Out of curiosity, would anyone know where you would be able to find the Hated DVD? I would think not in a major record store, and I wouldn't be able to order it online because I don't have a credit card, and I know my mom sure as hell wouldn't (and she's someone who got me David Cross' Shut Up You Fucking Baby CD off Amazon.). I sure as hell would buy it just to feed my curiosity. I've never really heard GG's music either, but it would be funny as fuck to see.
Indeed, gone is the youthful exburence found on the earlier records HA!
drug free?guess what man,when Jagger sings the line "I'll be in my basement room/with a NEEDLE AND A SPOON?AND ANOTHER GIRL TO TAKE MY PAIN AWAY" i'M
prtetty sure he is ralking about drugs so the song never actually a "drug free song at all(When this song was originally recorded,guitarist keith richards was a heroin addict.
Quick note to say the following two things:
PRINCETON RECORD EXCHANGE!!! Fuck yeah, Mark!
First of all I am not a follower of GG Allin. I don't own any of his records I doubt I could find any if I tried. If did manage to find one I would most like buy it to just laugh at it
(that is if it didn't cost me any more than four bucks). But it seems to me that all the people who write in and say how they worship The Misfits, The Ramones, The Stooges,
Black Flag Ect. Fail to realize is that GG Allin was the inevitable conclusion of the Stooges, the Ramones, The Misfits, Ect. In the same way that abstract expressionism was
the inevitable conclusion to expressionism.
Oh, mellow out gang. GG Allin was an offensive disgusting anti-musical self-destructive prat, but taken
on his own terms he was the inevitable evolution of the Iggy Pop punk-nihilism syndrome taken to it's
logical extreme. GG Allin was a product of the wierd, sick environment he was raised in (dirt floor, no
electicity, religious zealot father) and he ascended to the depths of his destiny. If he didn't do it,
somebody else would have so just get over it.
1st off, half the people on here never heard GG's music, but want to post
their opinions based on reviews they read? That's fucking lame! Go pick up
a record or CD, then judge him! So, he's taken a shit & flung it into the
crowd, sometimes I wish I had the balls to do that. Haven't you ever felt
like doing that at some point? Even the guy who reviewed these albums
admits to not knowing much about GG. Lame. You idiots need something
to base your opinions on before they can be valid! And some of you base
your opinions on gossip, which is not in any way "punk." So if you don't like
GG, I can respect that (I guess), but if you don't know anything about him,
check him out before you decide and make your uninformed "opinions."
Fuck you all! The ScumFuc disease will never cease to spead until you're
all dead or either realize how fucking lame you are....
When I was in the military I knew a girl from NY who
knew GG ALLIN. She hooked him up with a gig in a San
Diego club. He kicked over a bunch of shit on the bar
and was thrown out. I actually talked to him on the
phone. He said fuck San Diego and was never coming
back. He was a scumbag and died. Whatever...
I'll second that, Scumfuc_69. These people who judge GG Allin without even watching or listening to him...I mean come on - where's the logic in that? Secondly....those of us who DO like him don't want to hear you're sniveling little diatribes. Go away! You're never going to change any minds. The fact that you all care enough to take some time out of your day to hate on him ... well, the irony of that is pretty thick ain't it?
Parody of The Beatles' "I Want To Hold Your Hand"
Parody Lyrics by "Strange Mark" Prindle
I think you'll understand
When I say that somethin'
I want a cold rubber band
I want a cold rubber band
you'll let me be your man
And please say to me
you've got a cold rubber band
I want a cold rubber band
It's such a feelin' that my love
I can't hide
I can't hide
I can't hide
I think you'll understand
When I say that somethin'
I want a cold rubber band
I want a cold rubber band
It's such a feelin' that my love
I can't hide
I can't hide
I can't hide
I think you'll understand
When I feel that somethin'
I want a cold rubber band
I want a cold rubber band
I want a cold rubber band
The only good thing this motherfucker did was DIE.
He should have fulfilled his promise to kill himself long before his first ever show/album.
Should have gone from jail to a mental institution or directly to the casket.
Rot in hell, jee jee!!
Disclaimer: It is 10:45 a.m. atlanta time, and i have been checking out your maddeningly copious thoughts on everything(you occasionally even talk about music on your site) since about 2. That's almost 9 hours, and I don't even do drugs anymore. Therefore, anything I put forth in the following e-mail that sounds contemptuous should be tempered by the fact that you are apparently smart enough, and intersting enough, to maintain the interest of a loser like me.
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