Total jackarses to the core, this
Californian punk rock combo were the leading jokesters of the early '80s
hardcore scene, with their spiteful (and spitful) stage antics (best witnessed
in the boisterous merriment of The Decline Of Western Civilization, one
of the greatest documentaries ever made) totally overshadowing what was
actually an extraordinarily idiosyncratic sound. See, Fear played a lot of
generically punky chord sequences, but the way they played 'em was just...
well, a little off kilter! Drummer Spit Stix played lots of Boompa-Boompa speedcore
rhythms (as opposed to the doom-chick, doom-chick style of most other bands
of that genre), guitarist Philo Cramer bent lots of strings in a drunken parody
of classic rock while maintaining a lightweight yet almost metallic
little guitar tone, and singer Lee Ving shouted obscenities in a husky redneck
bellow indicative of the violent, sexist, and homophobic football fan that
he wanted everyone to believe he was (whether or not he actually
was...). And the lyrics? Obscene, bitter, and stupid, but funny too!
At concerts, people spat at them and flipped birds all through the show, but
the violence was mostly just silliness. They were a bunch of clowns pretending
to be bullies. And they didn't last long anyway, so don't worry about it....
I Love Livin' In The City 7" - Criminal 1978
Fear's first single actually came out four years before their classic debut LP, and featured a different and more straightforward punk rock line-up: vocalist Lee Ving and bassist Derf Scratch were joined by guitarist Burt Good and drummer Johnny Backbeat. The funny thing about the drummer's psuedonym is that both of these songs (and in fact, MOST of Lee Ving's songs) are driven by a prominent downbeat. Perhaps that's why Johnny wasn't long for the band? PERHAPS!?
And perhaps Lee threw out Derf Scratch because he didn't SCRATCH enough!!? PERHSPAP!?!?? Never mind.
This early version of "I Love Livin' In The City" is good but not quite as stellar as the later LP recording: the guitar is just playing buzzy trebly chords; Lee sounds ridiculously scratchy, hoarse and uncharismatic; and weirdest of all, the guitar solo sounds like Chuck Berry!
The real highlight of the single is the b-side, a delightfully jubilant ode to the JFK assassination entitled "Now Your Dead." Here is where Lee Ving allows his personality to really shine through, tunefully and confidently rat-a-tating the rhythmic lyrics ("Must-ve-been-some-thing-you-said/Must-ve-been-bad-now-your-dead!") as if he'd grown from Damaged- to My War-era Rollins during the period you were flipping the record over.
One thing that's always made me sad though is that they didn't become a really nice band and change their name to "Dear." Or hire a bear to be their singer, and change the name to "Bear." Or replace the entire band with a big ear and change the n
* The Record - Slash 1982. *
classic. Oh how a classic. Appearing on the back
cover with gas masks on their faces, then in smaller pictures with really
stupid arrogant smirks and scowls, Fear deliver the goods here like a milkman
for the lactose intolerant.
Classics include the pounding "Let's Have A War"
("It can start in New Jersey!"), the sex blues parody "Beef Boloney," the hit
single from which they made all
the money "I Love Livin' In The City" ("My apartment smells just like a zoo/It's
chock full of shit and puke!"), the hate anthem of a lifetime "I Don't
Care About You" ("Saw an old man have a heart attack in Manhattan/He died
while we just stood there lookin' at him/Aint he cute?"), and the polemic
petrolatum "New York's Alright If You Like Saxophones," which presumably began as
an attack on my fine hometown's tuneless "no age" music of the day, but ended
up (predictably enough) as a tootinly chucklish bitchfest about every little
aspect of said ville ("New York's alright if you wanna get pushed in front of
the subway!/New York's alright if you wanna freeze to death!/New York's alright
if you wanna get mugged or murdered/New York's alright if you're a
Eh, what's that? Oh, of course it's all in jest. Violence and loathing restructured
as humor provided a nice healthy catharsis for band and audience alike. I
guess it may have also influenced idiot skinheads who didn't get the joke, but
we must look beyond that and enjoy the tunas anyway. 'Cause see, it ain't
just a bunch of screaming. These songs are apt to catch the attention of many
a fine young lad. They're catchy, see? Quick, silly, and funny. Plus,
they're smart enough to annoy you musically when they want to, so that
makes it even funnier (try to sit through "Getting The Brush" or "Disconnected"
without fidgeting just the teensiest bit). Good stuff. Heck, great stuff.
And it should be pointed out that the warped cover of The Animals' "We Got To
Get Outta This Place" does a
much better job of emulating true desperation in musical form than the oregano
even bothered attempting (Eric's version was sad and accepting; Lee's is wired
and schizo - Ask for it by lame!).
- Reader Comments
- email@example.com (Jim Hull)
Man, is this one funny sumbitch! I remember getting this thing and then
hearing: "Let's have a war!..." (wangy string bending) "...so you can go
DIE!" and then stopping in my tracks and sitting down and just listening
and laughing...but hey, they could actually play, and Ving is literally a
scream here. So memorable, I can actually recite "I Love Livin' In The
City" word for word...and I haven't put this album on in years...they were
John Belushi's favorite band, so that speaks volumes about their intensity
- firstname.lastname@example.org (Doug Swalen)
I'm not too sure how to approach this record; it's more idiosyncratic
than even Dead Kennedys. I'd give it a 10 for "Let's Have A War" and "I
Love Living In The City" alone, but the rest of the album is also good.
"New York's All Right" is a great tune and I wonder if Ving was
originally from New York since both that song and "I Love Living In The
City" sound like tunes about that place. A lot of people point to Henry
Rollins as having the classic punk voice, but I think Ving is better
(though he doesn't scream like Rollins could).
When I heard this album for the first time (thanx Mark), the first thing
that leapt into my head was DEVO! This whole album sounds like a punk
version of Devo, both in rhythm and structure, only minus the keyboards.
Actually a case could be made that Fear borrows a little too much from
Devo, to the point of being a rip-off. Just listen to some of the tracks
from Are We Not Men? We Are Devo! sometime and you'll notice some of
the similarities. Both Fear and Devo were off center, and produced off
center sounding music. And both Fear and Devo totally remade a classic
60's tune. Devo with the Stones' "Satisfaction" and Fear does it here
with "We gotta get out of this place". Both remakes sound nothing like
the originals. It takes guts to go that far out on a limb and still
manage to pull it off.
Is this shit serious? Of course not. But since when did you have to be
serious to be punk?
I love this album, and not just because it came with 2 inserts, though that's
no reason to like an album or, uh, yeah, it's cool and stuff. Cool sounding
I really hate this band. The songs on here are unbelievably sloppy, especially
towards the end of the album. It seems like they don't even care about playing
that way, and it makes every song fall flat on its face. "Let's start a war"
is a prime example. I have no idea why everyone is so high on FEAR. They have
to be one of the most overrated bands in the punk genre.
Relentless rhythm and funny as hell!
As someone who was actually alive and into punk rock at the time this band played live with its original lineup, I have to say that I was disappointed with this
record. But only because Fear is one of those bands that cannot be captured on record. The intensity of their life performances is something that is difficult to
describe. Each member was so gifted, that when combined in a live setting, I was filled with awe and a sense of power. Their humor and sarcasm was lost on
a lot of people in the beginning. But they were my very favorite band to ever see live. I feel very fortunate to have had the chance to see the original Fear
band many times, and I do miss the raw energy and explosiveness of those early days.
- email@example.com (Uncle Buzz Records)
The Sex Pistols Turned me on to Punk. The Ramones made it my favorite music. Fear made it my only
music. The Record is amazing. Brilliant, sarcastic sense of humor, subliminals ( Listen to "We Destroy
the Family" with headphones), an album cover that encourages you to use it as a stencil to commit
vandalism, razor sharp playing, vocals that hit you like brass knuckles, every song more desperate and
outrageous than the one before, until finally the whole thing explodes, and "No More Nothing".
It took me a while to get back some of the records I sold after hearing Fear. At the time, I felt I didn't need
them anymore. The Record was the only thing I listened to for about a year straight. It truly was THE
record. Nothing else came close. Not even the following Fear albums. However, live, they will kick your
100 stars forcefed into 10 with a jackhammer. Plus 10 more stars for Lee Ving's live banter on the Decline
of Western Civilization soundtrack.
- firstname.lastname@example.org (Pete Rocha)
I always thought these guys were like the pinch hitters for the Angry
Samoans. If for some reason your best hitters need to be taken out of
the lineup (ie. your ex-girlfriend stole your copy of "Back From Samoa"
when she took off), you can bring out those sawed-off, weak
approximations of your best batters and once in a while they'll get a
nice hit ("Bomb The Russians", "Let's Have A War", a few others). But
most of the time they bat .220 and touch each other's nuts on the bench.
This is the only album FEAR ever really recorded. After the original line-up left (Derf, Spit, Philo), everything else went downhill. Just how many damn
songs about beer can you write/sing/play/believe????? C'mon Lee, let's face it, you sold out. Your ego got in the way of the music. You should not
have forsaken your music for your "acting" career. HUGE mistake! You dumb ass, don't you know how much freakin' money you guys could be making
right now if you'd stayed together? At the very least you guys should all get together and do a tour. Chicken? You must be! Gee, I guess I'm pissed off
at Lee. Don't know him, but have heard all the truths from a good source. Don't buy any of these new "Fear" albums. THEY STINK!
- email@example.com (Brian Hyndman)
Halloween night, 1981: A young, unsuspecting 15 year old returns home from a lame party at his church youth group in time to catch the opening credits of Saturday Night Live. At the time, SNL was a total garbage dump, the original cast having departed a year or so earlier...the show was even worse than the present version, which is saying something. But I digress.
Anyhow, the opening credits featured a cameo appearance by John Belushi, who raised a coked-out eyebrow whilst gazing into the mirror as the audience erupted in cheers. The only thing that kept me from changing the channel was the promise of seeing more Belushi -- maybe he'd get on stage and reprise a Blues Brothers number, or do the Samurai, or something. Plus there was a guest appearance by this band I never heard of......Fear?
So Fear opens. The first thing that struck me about the scene was the audience. Instead of the usual Manhattanite yuppies in the front row, a crowd of skinheads clustered around the stage. I was a little perplexed about the slow, blues guitar opening (what I later learned was the intro to 'Beef Baloney') A punk act doing blues? The bluesy chords droned on as the lead singer opened up, with a faux-redneck drawl:
"MAH BABEEEE. TALK ABOUTA LOW-DOWN SKANK -A-DOO"
I didn't know what to make of that. From the looks of things on TV, neither did the skinheads. They mulled around the stage, restless and menacing. Some of them looked like they were getting ready to jump the stage and pound the shit out of Fear if things didn't speed up real soon. They weren't disappointed.
Words cannot capture what happened next. The bluesy chords came to an abrupt end. The guitar got all hyper, staccato, like a 33' played on 45' setting. The skinheads began to slam into one another with total abandon. All those bald heads attached to bodies jerking around spastically reminded me of a safety film I'd seen with crash test dummies. At this point, my memory gets a little hazy -- disjointed images of the lead guitarist jumping around in a dress (?!), the lead singer leaping into the waiting arms of the crowd (to truly appreciate the visual impact, keep in mind that this was 10 years before the invention of the grunge-inspired 'mosh pit'), someone throwing a pumpkin, a skinhead jumping the stage and screaming into the mike...
That night brought about a sea-change in my musical outlook. I had thought that the limits of musical rebellion extended to AC/DC, Van Halen, Iron Maiden and the other staples of an all-heavy metal diet. But now my eyes had been opened to new possibilities. Any red-blooded teenage boy could not help but become a devout hardcore fan after witnessing that spectacle
Absolutely, one of the finest albums created. Musically, the musicianship is well played. These guys, at the time, knew how to play. Of course, punk rock was more interesting musically, as well as visually, in those days (1977-1986). From start to finish very, very listenable. In fact, I'm going to play it now...those are my thoughts. Thank you.
- firstname.lastname@example.org (Steve Bouton)
I would like to add my thoughts about the incendiary and legendary Fear
Halloween '81 show on SNL. Like the above writer, I was young (15) and
not fully clued in to the punk rock vibe. I was spending the night
with a friend of mine, an aficionado of such 80's classics as
Aerosmith, Def Leppard, and (his favorite) the mighty Angel. Me, I
liked my parent's bluegrass, The Beatles, King Crimson, The Cars, The
Clash, AC/DC, the Floyd and such. Already into some variety... but
whoa! Those punks are going crazy all over the stage! What the hell?
For some great anecdotes about this clearly influential evening check
out the book "Banned In DC".
Sometime during the blazing incandescence of Fear at their best, my
friend turned to me. "You know what I really hate about this?", he
said, gesturing towards the punks stagediving off of the NBC platform
during "New York's Alright".
'What?" I said, not fully engaged with the real world.
"I know my parents are watching this show in their bedroom right now.
They're gonna see this, and they're going to think that THIS IS WHAT
ROCK AND ROLL IS ALL ABOUT!"
Needless to say, we soon went our separate ways and I became weirder
than words and a full-fledged punk freaker who always tried to get my
'84 hardcore buddies to listen to Eno's Another Green World. But those
words stay with me as perhaps the greatest reality gap I have ever
faced in my musical life. This TV performance, hearing The Necros on
the radio in '82, and seeing the Combat Rock tour were the three
pivotal high school events that tipped my scales towards the punk
community when I hit college, with results that continue to reward me
20 years later.
Unfortunately, this band's career is a disgrace. While this record and
the movie stand up OK (I remember Gregg Turner reviewing The Record in
Creem magazine saying something about "a finger caught in the chainsaw
of life"), everything else is unspeakable. Yeah, get "Back From Samoa"
- email@example.com (Patrick McCorvy)
Having actually been alive when the band was touring the first
go-round, I may have a slightly skewed perspective (due to way too
many drugs) but I like all of Fear's albums. I still listen to all my
old Fear, Circle Jerks, Dead Kennedys, and Husker Du albums. And
getting to see Circle Jerks and Fear on back-to-back Saturdays a
couple of years back made my decade.
the first album is one of the best records from that era.
I was there! The Wiskey a Go-Go on Sunset! A band named Fear and a crowd ready to "slam". It was awsome! To this day, Fear is one of the most memerable bands (live and recorded) I have had the pleasure to experience. Between Black Flag, Circle Jerks, Fear and Chanel 3...what more could a punk want?
I guess this is worth posting anywhere Fear related, but there are some dang awesome myspace pages for former band members. For example, the failed Philo Cramer 1986 project King M'Butu at http://www.myspace.com/kingmbutu Or Philo Cramer's new band the Fighting Cocks at www.myspace.com/mightyfightingcocks Not the best songs I've ever heard, but if I could play guitar like that, I would have a much higher self esteem. From there you can hear Derf Scratch songs at myspace.com/derfscratch which are also pretty good. I don't know if Lorenzo Buhne has a myspace page yet, but it would be awesome if he did.
More Beer - Restless 1985.
Hey. Even though I only reviewed this album a few months
ago, I've already changed my mind about it. I originally gave it a 7 out of
10 and gave it the review below. I've now raised the grade to an 8 because,
even though it's not an instant punk classic like The Record, it's still
awfully cute, upbeat, and fun (which probably wasn't the intention, but it
works out that way anyway). I still say that "Responsibility" and "Strangulation"
are the two of the worst songs I've ever heard, but the rest of these numbers
are perfectly catchy and energetic, if not particularly necessary in the
grand scheme of rock and roll. Now here's my original review. I still
pretty much stand by everything I originally wrote, but I've discovered that,
dammit, I enjoy the kceh out of the album anyway.
Sophomore slump. Three years since the last record?
Why? Did the band break up and reform or something? Whatever's going on,
Derf Scratch has been replaced by someone named "Lorenzo Buhne" (unless that's
some sort of alternate spelling or something), and all the rough edges that made
Fear Fear have been wiped away by a crafty little elf who has transformed the former
threatening street boys into a stupid parody of their former selves. Some of
the melodies still hold water ("Bomb The Russians," "Waiting For The Meat"
and "Hey" are adorable
dinky punkers, and "I Am A Doctor" has the craziest and most innovative guitar
line they ever wrote), but the lyrics are annoyingly offensive instead of
biting ("Gonna have a few fits/Gonna chop off her tits" just doesn't work the same
way the last record's "Piss on your warm embrace/I just wanna cum in your
face" did - don't ask me to explain why), the production sheens the sound to
a warm fuzzy, and Lee's voice is pumped WAY too dang loud in that there mix.
Makes 'em sound like a hick band from Georgia or some other silly Southern province!
Pass it up unless
you see it cheap. Just buy The Record - you owe it to me and to hardcore
as a genre.
- Reader Comments
- firstname.lastname@example.org (Doug Swalen)
No. Mark was right the first time. Sophomore slump. The wangy guitar
bends that made the first album so cool are mostly gone from this album.
The mix on this album is lame too. The guitar is buried behind the
vocals and drums and the riffs are difficult to pick up.
I'm severely tempted to not call this album a punk album. It sounds more
like ZZ Top on Crank. The songs aren't nearly as memorable as the first
album. "The Mouth Don't Stop", "Null Detector", "Bomb The Russians",
"Waiting For The Meat" and "More Beer" are good but the rest just don't
The CD release also includes some bonus tracks. One's called "Now You're
Dead" which isn't that interesting. The other is a different version of
"I Love Living In The City" which is perhaps the best illustration of
just how lame the band is on this album. I give it a 6.
- email@example.com (Catherine Phillips)
Lorenzo Buhne is "real" - as Laurie Buhne, he has played bass with the
Dickies since Stukas Over Disneyland (1983).
From what I understand, this album took a pretty long time to make. The band
spent MANY hours making sure everything sounded just right and in the end,
that may have lead to this album's somewhat neutered sound.
THIS ALBUM SUCKS! THE RECORD WAS GREAT
Although you're right in saying that this album is not the classic that "The Record" was, there was always something strange about it that made it my favorite Fear album anyway. That's why I was surprised when I read your review, as I had never even heard of the song "Strangulation," and I know "More Beer" practically by heart.
I have the 1992 Restless CD edition, and although includes Fear's debut 1978 single ("I Love Livin' in the City" and "Now Your Dead") as bonus tracks, "Strangulation" is nowhere to be found. I proceeded to "find" (cough) that missing song online, and I gotta agree with you, it's pretty lame. That being said, I'm still disappointed that some record executive decided somewhere along the way to delete that song off the album. I'd rather figure out for myself if a song is without merit rather than have someone else make that decision for me.
The 2001 Hall of Records reissue (which I never bought and is now out of print) mirrors the 1992 "censored" version, though a quick google search indicates that there might have been an earlier Restless CD which had "Strangulation" but no bonus tracks. I still like that debut 7-inch a lot, so I guess I'd rather have that version.
Anyway, 8 stars out of 10. I like it more than I should.
Live For The Record - Restless 1991.
A live show from 1985, broadcast live over a radio
station, with appropriate censorship where necessary. The band totally kicked
at this particular show, with Spit pounding away in a
faster and heavier manner than on either of the studio records, and Philo
gettin' as weird as was possible without that important overdubbing capability.
In short, a few of the tougher songs ("We Destroy The Family," for example)
turn into big cluttered messes with no discernible rhythm or point, and almost
all of the stage banter is stupid as hell (as opposed to the hilarious audience-baiting
in The Decline....). However, in long, they play terrific renditions
of all kinds of great songs (including
the previously unreleased "What Are Friends For?"), and the mix is just fine,
what with it being meant for radio play and all. Final word - unlike more
disappointing concert recordings, this one suffers neither from poor sound nor
the boring anti-spectacle of songs coming out of band in manner exactly similar
to that which you've heard a jillion times on your studio records. Fear as
a live beast were a bit less idiosyncratic, but a lot tougher. What do you
apparently Lee Ving gathered together a bunch of nobodies and recorded a new
record in the mid-90s called Have Another Beer With Fear. I hate to
seem prejudiced, but I can't imagine that it's all that good.
- Reader Comments
- firstname.lastname@example.org (Doug Swalen)
Well shoot, I guess I'll give it 7. I'd give it an 8 but one point must
be deducted for the abscence of profanity. What's the point of singing
"Fuck Christmas" if all Lee Ving can say is
Most of the songs are pretty sloppy too. Philo gets pretty wild at times
with his string bends, but dammit! The idosyncracy of the studio
recordings is all gone. Some songs come off pretty bad, like "Let's have
a war". On the other hand even though Fear massacres "We've Got To Get
Out Of This Place", I find myself really liking the song and Ving's off
key singing is a hoot. I really like "Null Detector" and "Foreign
Policy". Yes the crowd banter is pretty lame, but Ving does muster up
this little spiel before "Foreign Policy"...
Ving: "This here's a song about politics"
The crowd: "No BEER! Sing a song about Beer!"
Ving: "Well the song is really about beer, we just said it was about
politics, we thought it might do us some good, heh heh"
Fear was great. I went to go see them play 2 years ago and I had a great
time. Yeah I'll admit that the new album isn't really that great (it kinda
sux) but man, did I have a blast. Ving is so fucking old and frail. he's
got like white hair and shit. he was coughing a lot also. In their younger
days they produced some good shit though.
- email@example.com (Chris Schwarz)
Now this is what a live album should sound like! (Unlike Crass' Christ -
The Bootleg!) Every song, every
note, every lyric is discernible (pretty much) and the production is very
clean. Usually, I tend to stay
away from live albums because the production usually blows and brings the
band and the songs down. But
not Fear's Live...For The Record. This one works because, as live
records often fail to do, it actually captures the live intensity and
feeling of the band, and it's listenable, damn it! Plus, it has a lot
of songs (mostly good ones from the first record) and the background noise
from the crowd is pretty
entertaining -- another thing live records often fail to do. Fear's "hit"
songs, "I Love Living In The
City" and "I Don't Care About You" are both on here, too, which is kind of
neat. This is an excellent,
well-recorded live document of Fear (minus the profanity, which does suck a
little), and is generally
just a good live album for a fargin' change. It's about time somebody did
Budweiser 7" - Bootleg 1993
Side one is the weak rocker "Budweiser," recorded live in Los Angeles in 1985. It was later re-recorded by Lee Ving's Army for the American Beer album credited to Fear. The verse features one chord with Marine-style call-and-response vocals. The chorus has a few off-kilter chords, but the song as a whole doesn't stack up to anything on The Ablum or Bore Meer, hence its exclusion from both.
Side two is a much more interesting affair (though not as interesting as the one I'm having with your wife, you cuckolded asshole!), featuring the nowhere-else-available tracks "Hank Williams Was Queer" and "Waiting For The Gas," both recorded live in Eugene, OR in 1982. The former is a slow sloppy rednecky country drinking ballad with hilariously obnoxious lyrics sung as a duet by Mr. Ving and a male member of his band pretending to be a Southern woman. It's unlike anything else in their discography and probably should have been included on an actual non-bootleg release, but hey I don't make decisions for bands in 1982.
"Waiting For The Gas," on the other hand, is best described in the words of Mr. Derf Scratch, in conversation with Mr. Mark Prindle way back in Mr. 2004: "...the song is in A and it goes, 'We're waiting for the gas/We're waiting for the gas/We're standing in the showers/And we're waiting for the gas.' And Philo would sing, 'Where are a we-o? We are a home-o. Where are a you-o? You are a homo!' 'We're waiting for the gas/We're waiting for the gas/We're standing in the showers/And we're waiting for the gas.' And that was the whole song." And indeed, that was the whole song. The strange thing, though, is that it doesn't sound a BIT like "Waiting For The Meat"! I'd assumed it was just an early version of that song with different lyrics, but such is not the case. "Waiting For The Gas" is midtempo rather than hardcore-speed, features actual lyrics rather than gibberish, and is distinguished by Philo's vocal part, which he sings in the manner a yodeling woman! Was Philo actually a yodeling woman, and not a man at all??? These are scary issues!
Here's a "great" band name I thought up the other night: Elemental P. Cue
Do you like it? Read it out loud. Then read it as if you were a Disc Jockey saying, "'k, Elemental P. Cue are performing tonight at the etc..." Isn't it great and hilarious? So name your band "Elemental P. Cue" and have 'em laughing in the aisles!
But on the topic of Fear, I'm gonna bring it down a little for this next bit so put on your Serious Pants:
The Virginia Tech school shootings. The whole situation is very, very sad (obviously) and I feel great sympathy for the victims' parents, as I'm sure you do as well if you're not a complete asshole. But here are a few other thoughts I've been having, not that these are unique to myself:
(1) "The Virginia Tech Massacre": Awesome name for a slasher film; soulless branding for a national tragedy. Someone alert the media.
(2) He did it hoping to be remembered as a martyr, but nobody will even remember his name. It's too hard to spell!
(3) He was a psychopath. You know how every day in life your thoughts and beliefs are influenced a little bit by those you interact with? He was incapable of interacting with people, so he was only influenced by movies and videogames. He was also stuck in a state of arrested emotional development, hence his childish 'manifesto' that sounds more like a 14-year-old's baby angst than the rational thoughts of a 23-year-old man. I'm not putting the guy down; he was a psychopath. They're not like us.
(4) How did he manage to kill and injure so many people? He shot 21 people in a class of 25. How is that possible? Were they all sitting politely at their desks as he went from person to person? Did nobody think to pick up a desk or some textbooks and hurl them at him? I realize that I've never been in that sort of intense life-or-death situation, so I don't know how I would react either. But I don't understand how he could have gotten away with firing bullets into 84% of the people in the room. Once it was clear that he wasn't going to stop firing, couldn't somebody have shouted "LET'S KILL THIS ASSHOLE!" and have everyone all charge him at the same time? I realize they didn't have time to plan a response, but I was hoping that post-9/11 we'd be less willing to die as separate victims rather than banding together in retaliatory self-defense.
(5) What I'm even more confused about is how he was able to actually kill 32 different people without using bombs or automatic weapons. How much experience did this guy have with guns anyway? And if the answer is (as it probably is) "very little," then what the hell kind of guns are we selling here in America!? Why can a psychopathic child easily murder dozens of people without even needing to know how to aim? There's no way he fired clean shots at all 32 of his running, frantic victims, so again - what the hell kind of guns are we selling!? And WHY!?
(6) "How can we prevent future school shootings?" We probably do so every day without even knowing it, just by being nice to people who might otherwise go off the rails. But this particular guy was unreachable. People tried to reach him, and he blocked them out. He was simply a "Psycho," like the top-selling motion picture by Alfred Hitchcock.
(7) This is yet another reason I never want kids. I never had to worry about some Chow asshole gunning down my sweet Henry The Dog at Puppy Kindergarten! (Dogs don't have opposable thumbs) (Or fingers)
I'll stop at 7 because it's a lucky number. That's also why I had 6 additional penises grafted onto my underbelly.
Uh-oh! A naked woman! (*pants bunch up hilariously in the front*)
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Hey, have you ever noticed that BOTH of the two biggest search engines have two O's in their name? I can see where they're going with Boobs.com, but Yahoo? Anyway, on a less observational humor note, I've randomly googled these USA suicide statistics for the year 2001 (take a dozen or so off for the Muslim terrorists and stuff): about 4000 among the 15-24 age group, plus 272 for kids younger than 14. I don't know if the what's-his-name Choo-Chow will be added to this list, but I'm fairly sure that the number of people killed in school shootings and other sorts of mass murders is a good deal smaller, probably some 100 times smaller than the number of kids who killed themselves. Plus, if you get killed in a school shooting, it's just a few minutes of fear, then bang, you're dead; if you have the luck to die in a suicide, it's several years of suffering, then several months of really really bad suffering, and only THEN bang, you're dead. My point is, given that the person we're talking about, besides being a mean fucker, was also a suicidee, it's stupid to ridicule him or categorize him in an insensitive manner, thinking that you might prevent someone else from becoming a school gunman (which is relatively rare), when at the same time you're probably hurting a lot of the people who end up killing themselves without ever intending to cause any harm to others (which is really frequent). How many of the young people who commit suicide would be able to write down what they feel without it sounding like "14-year-old's baby angst"? Does that mean that they're morons and we should laugh at them? I bet there are several thousands of kids in the States right now who are being freaked out by the media with their bright idea "socially maladapted=potential mass murderer". If you're a kid, and you're so screwed that you're seriously thinking of killing yourself, there is really nothing like knowing that what the other people are thinking is "Hey just don't kill US, psycho!"
Oh yeah, and as regards the guerilla resistance, when a guy with a gun comes through the door shooting, I'm dead, regardless of the number of textbooks I have. REASON 1: textbooks have an attack value of approximately 1, and that's with the God cheat turned on. REASON 2: Basic nature of human nervous system. Because it goes like this approximately: here I am trying to remember how mr Planck spelled his name, checking my watch, thinking about what's on TV this evening, and hey, there's a guy at the door shooting at people! Hey, um, ah, WHAT? What are you doing?!? Uh, am I going to die now? Why? *gets killed* *10 minutes pass* Hey, let's throw textbooks at him!
Regarding number 4 on your list, I've wondered the same thing. I hoped that kind of resistance was possible, but you can't really know what something like that is like without experiencing it. It would make me feel better to think I wouldn't be helpless in that kind of situation, but I'm guessing I would be.
I haven't heard this release at all, but I have a "hillarious" addition to
your Elemental P. Cue idea: The name could eventually be lengthened to
Elemental P. Cue Arrestee, so that the following exchange could take place:
DJ: 'k, Elemental P. Cue are here in the studio with me, and-
You: That's Elemental P. Cue Arrestee, you VW!
(the DJ is actually an adorable talking Volkswagen driven by Lindsay Lohan,
I forgot to mention that part)
Have Another Beer With Fear - Fear 1995
Fiddledeedeedee. This isn't a Fear reunion. This is Lee's follow-up band
"Lee Ving's Army" going by the name Fear. There's no Spit Stix on here. Or
Philo Cramer. Or Derf Scratch. Or Lorenzo Buhne, whomever the fuck that
is. Spit Stix isn't missed TOO much, because Lee has trained the new
drummer to play just like him (on that weird FOREbeat, or whatever you call
the damned bastard of a thing), but Philo is missed HORRIFICALLY. These
songs sound like Fear, see - they've got Lee Ving singing, they're macho,
angry and occasionally offensive, they're even generally uptempo - but
they're not very catchy for the most part and the guitar work is DREADFULLY
generic. Philo was a hilarious player - bending notes all to hell and crap
like that -- this new guitarist just plays it straight. And it sounds like
any other boring punk band, but with Lee Ving shouting. Yes, it sounds like
Fear, and that's good. Yes, a few of the songs are excellent, and very few
are actually "bad," and that's good too. But it's just not anywhere near as
consistently impressive and entertaining as that old band FEAR was. Don't
you miss that old band FEAR? I do. Don't you? DON'T YOU, YOU GODDARNED????
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- firstname.lastname@example.org (Karl Kangeiser)
I bought Have Another Beer With Fear right when it came out, & for some reason I was all excited to hear it, I think I listened to it twice, both
times forcing myself to finish, hoping to find a gem somewhere on the tape, but there wasn't. So after I was done listening to it I covered the
wholes on top & recorded my band's at the time demo tape on it & gave it to some kid at a show later that night....punk rock!
Don't you think we''ve had enough? And what's all this crap about using Derf's picture on these albums when he didn't even play on them!!!! Outrage!
That's what I'm thinking. That, and L-A-W-S-U-I-T!!!
the bass on the 95 have another bear with fear record kicks ass. It is very powerful. With some good fills. I think that dude played with Frank Zappa. It sure as hell is not as good as the original line up. But people get older and move on. You have to give them credit for doing what they could.
American Beer - Hall of Records 2000.
Am I crazy or is this a really entertaining record?
UPDATE: LATE 2006 -- I WAS CRAZY. THIS IS LEE VING REPEATING THE SAME OLD THUMPA-THUMPA SCHTICK AGAIN, WITH A FEW GREAT CHORD SEQUENCES AND A GIGANTIC CAR FULL OF OBVIOUS CHORUSES. HIS VOICE IS PARTICULARLY AWFUL, ALL GRUFF AND PHLEGMY. NOW BACK TO THE ORIGINAL REVIEW, WHEN I GAVE THE ALBUM AN INSCRUTABLE 8!?!
thumpa-thumpa-thumpa drumbeat is in full effect, there are lots of
interesting musical changes of pace (sudden switches from punk to
lounge or jazz or christmas music or warped wank blues), the energy is high-level
from beginning to end, a lot of the riffs are catchy and Lee's singing some
really interesting lyrics at points, especially in the last three songs
as he details his feelings about having his wife leave him (temporarily or
permanently, I'm not sure which - he's upset though!). Plus, there's
lots more songs about beer! It's still not vintage Fear, what with no Philo
Cramer doing his weird shit. But the drummer plays just like Spit Stix
and Lee is and always will be LEE VING!
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I've seen them live and they are great. FEAR is one of teh greatest
punk bands ever. Their lyrics are funny as hell and great and their shows
are even better. Unfortunately, when I heard tem play, they wouldnt let us drink
so we couldnt have a beer with fear, but It still kicked ass
Yes, there is no original band members. The new one's can't play like the original band members. Lee you are an idiot! Where's Derf? Wouldn't you like
i luv fear jmore than anyone jk but they kick ass luv athena
im a huge fear fan from australia and think that this album was good but no
where close to the fear that we all loved from the 80s but with that said u
can still tell its fear and thats more thaan most bands that have been
playen for that long and it beats the shit outta most of the so called
american punk bands of today
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