Another Punk Documentary

Do you need another?  Of course you do.  According to the comments, this is the final installment of  a multi-episode BBC documentary made in the 90’s.  Earlier episodes dealt with the Stooges, Velvets, et al.  Anyone seen the others or know if they’re available somewhere?  Makerbot?

Last ten minutes have good footage of Sex Pistols US tour.

The reggae segment seems a bit long considering the number of punk bands omitted.  And some of the omissions are glaring.  Talking Heads, but no Johnny Thunders?  That’s just weird, as L.A.M.F.  is one of the very best records to come out of the NYC scene, and more punk than TH.  But this is still worth watching.

Amen

If you’re about to stock up the ol’ cabinet for the holidays, don’t forget that more expensive often doesn’t equal better.  Some of the $25-$60 range is so good that you never need to spend more.  If you aren’t interested in most of the video, the most entertaining part is about Blanton’s at 18:15.

This works.

If you ever buy used records, you’ve learned that however clean they looked in the store, they sometimes skip or have a little scratch as loud as a gunshot, usually on your favorite song.  I’ve used this fix at least five times, and it worked every time, both on skips and loud scratches that run across grooves.  (If the scratch runs with the groove, you’re pretty much fucked, as the gentleman in the video points out. ) Using a toothpick is a brililant solution. It can get into a groove just enough to smooth out the edges, but it’s not sharp enough to go deep into the groove and ruin the record.  I guess you could ruin it if you pushed hard enough, but gentle pressure fixes the problem.

Teenage Jesus

So where was Jesus between stunning the temple elders at age 12 and getting baptized at age 30?  Just being the typical lost young boomer, turns out.

Sorry.

Beneath the mayhem and incompetence, this is a good song with a great hook in the chorus.  And the lyrics are as true as any.  According to Wikipedia, Terry Adams of NRBQ likened their melodies to Ornette Coleman.  I hear what he’s getting at.  The long melodic lines appear to meander, but then they resolve into a nutty coherence.  But I dunno that they remind me that much of Ornette Coleman.  Since none of you can throw a beer at me for being a pretentious ass (today, at least), I’ll go ahead and submit that their melodic lines remind me of Hector Berlioz.

Love ’em or hate ’em, the Shaggs are a genuine enigma, and those are always interesting.

If you happen to run across an original pressing (you won’t), snap it up.  They’e very rare and worth thousands.

Worth the Attention?

Goat’s Head Soup, recently given the full-reissue shebang, has its moments, but in ’73 it was a disappointment coming on the heels of the super-human Beggars Banquet through Exile on Main Street run.  A recent review on Pitchfork sums up how I feel about it:

This would suggest Goats Head Soup’s true significance is that it marked the moment where a new Rolling Stones record ceased to be a game-changing cultural event, and more like a fresh pile of coal shoveled into the engine room to keep the show on the road.