Slaughter and the Dogs “Il Tradimento Silenzioso”

Manchester’s legendary SLAUGHTER AND THE DOGS is actually now based in Lyon, France. Original singer Wayne Barrett surrounded himself with with four French punk rockers including Thib (NOT SCIENTISTS) and Simon (CLAIMED CHOICE.) Opening with the anthemic street punk “Manchester Boys” and its hooligan backing vocals, things quickly calm down with “Silent Cities” bringing some urban punk desperation and melancholy through a catchy mid-tempo song. You’ll hear a pop touch in “Good Times Are Coming Here Today” and “Ultimatum” is the kind of songs designed to make you sing at their show. The melodic side of the band can especially be heard in “The OK Man” and its acoustic guitar while their rock’n’roll roots come out in “Five Star British Hotel” and their angry punk side in the pychotic up tempo song “Cocaine Smile.” You’ll even get a bit of boogie in “Hooligan Blues” just before “She’s So Far From Home”, one of the catchiest songs on the album. “You Make Me Feel Brand New” brings a sweet pop touch while “Maybe If We Followed The Devil” puts an end to this album with a cinematic atmosphere. Good songs, great vocals and tight musicianship, well you should definitely check “il tradimento silenzioso” out. The album is out on Spaghetty Town Records (US) and Contra Records (Europe.) /Laurent C.

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“In the days we thought would never end, we’d never hesitate to help a friend, we had important messages to send and we knew we’d win, but then, we didn’t…” (-Paul K.)

“Friendly reminder that the CIA spied on Assange and plotted to assassinate him and US prosecutors built a large part of their case against him on false testimony from a diagnosed sociopath and convicted child molester.” (-Caitlin Johnstone)

“If Assange is extradited, no journalist in the world is safe from life imprisonment in the United States” (-Daniel Ellsberg, Pentagon Papers Whistleblower)

“As long as only a small minority of people have the willingness and ability to put in long hours to try and understand what’s going on, it will remain easy to manipulate all leftward movement into impotence or complicity. Something very, very big is going to have to change.” (-Caitlin Johnstone)

WIKILEAKS: ACLU on Julian Assange extradition decision which “poses a grave threat to the freedom of the press” “These charges establish a dangerous precedent that can be used to target all news organizations holding government accountable by publishing its secrets”

“They’re killing Julian because they know he signifies all of you questioning the status quo, knowing the crimes of the empire & doing something about it. Again it isn’t about Julian it’s about you. But this inhumane treatment that will eventually come for us all, must be opposed.: (-Fiorella Isabel)

“On Friday after the announcement of Patel’s decision to extradite him to the USA, Julian was strip searched and moved to a bare cell ‘for his own protection’. He had no visits this weekend. Imagine what it’s like for him to have to process this alone.” (-Stella Assange)

“The word “disinformation” is fast becoming something that just means “information I disagree with”. (-Alan MacLeod)

“I’m getting the feeling that Americans haven’t seen the pictures of Iraq, Libya, Syria and Afghanistan after we helped them.” (-Black In The Empire)

Brothers and Sisters and Friends Of The Revolution, even in ever darkening and confusing times of big tech tyranny and war machine gobbling human bodies for corporate profits such as these, we the people, here at Burnt Out Recluse Entertainment & Wellness Education Seminars see you, share your struggle, and stand in solidarity with all the good motherfuckers and those of you even aspiring to someday becoming good motherfuckers. Vive Le Resistance! This song’ll help cure what ails ya. Somewhere Down the Line – YouTube We know what you need!

A TOAST TO ALL YOU BASEMENT DWELLERS

 Creeps In Authority corporate media is flooded with high paycheck hacks who work for rightwing think tanks and have ties to the secret police, they go after people like Max Blumenthal, Susan Sarandon, Aaron Mate, and Danny Haiphong, just slandering them as commies and secret Putins and slagging them and calling them every name in the book-they do this for a living and are well compensated for their smearing of legit reporters and justice advocates. You can see ’em infiltrating online news sources like Common Dreams, and the Guardian, which used to be Bernie progressive, and are now imperialist shitlib. Somebody online said, “the Guardian is just Fox News for people who eat organic”. They are like an army of Rachel Maddows all screaming about “RUSSIA!” AND “Putin’s a manspreader!” Somedays, it seems like cackling pants suit Hillary Clinton writes the headline of the day and all her Big 5 corporate media salaried propagandists repeat it. Back in my day sonny, punk bands used to stand for something, they had messages to convey, ya know they weren’t just like wealthy models in striped shirts throwing their parents money around on twelfth hand recycled Ramones riffs. If I had a motherfuckin’ big city band, I’d be performing all kindsa FREE ASSANGE events. Where is David Peel & The Lower East Side (RIP) when ya need ’em? Everyday our culture gets dumber and more robotic, it’s all being programmed from the top down and I can’t believe no one really ever rebels anymore, they’re just mindless greedy rat racers trying to become ever more TIK TOK selfie red carpet Famous, I don’t get that shit at all. The hobbyist clones and trustafari. All the pay to play, faux populars say nothing. The less original, the more boost they get from the money class. It’s painful to behold kids come outta nowhere and get the elevator straight to the top office when you know that anybody who coulda-woulda-shoulda ever pitched in for your own private cause, had they ever wanted to, they would have years ago.

    I’m so sick of gentrification hustlers and look at my fancy stuff asskiss imitators. Also can’t stand people who suckup to friend of a friend of a friend of a friend almost famous rich people for jobs or drugs or permission to sit at the bourgeois bar or whatever. In the old country, when one of us got in, we let the others in the back door, even if that offended the always tedious namby-pambys. Also, when one of us got access-to a practice space, studio time, to big city import magazines and hard to find kool music, we made sure the rest of the goonies are good enuff gang shared in the spoils, ya know? Now everybody’s just trying to get their own free drinks, backstage pass, headliner status or little selfie with Steve Conte or Handsome Dick at the fat actor bar. It’s hard to help the know it all, so called woke motherfuckers because they think they already know it all and are already woke-you can’t talk to them, they are college programmed to flip the switches, be parole officers, make snap judgments about your worth, keep the trains of empire running smoothly. They don’t want your input or assistance-they want your obedience. Their only god is money, their only faith is in power. You sometimes have to stomp the dust from your creepers and let the dead bury the dead. Don’t look back, baby, you can’t save ’em, you can’t trust ’em, they are gone with the wind. They follow the money-they are the consensus takers, the dummy vote. They watch tv and call it science and critical thinking. “Edumacated” middle mgt. Human resources. Juvenile corrections.

   In our culture, it was customary to write letters, send thank you notes, make tapes, even pack little cultural care packages for our friends we had to leave behind in the deadend midwestern hellhole places. I think a great deal about the frailty of human life and ephemeral nature of all things, especially in times when my unknown songwriter genius friend Paul, street musician gutter poet Mark, and frankly mythic former bassplayer Bobby have all died in the past couple years. At least Paul thoughtfully archived his prolific works of lasting value so people can still discover his artistry online. Not much has shook out from Mark and Bobby’s artistic personal affects, thusfar. In our culture, in the old days, you venerated people for being capable of bringing their own experiences and ideas to the table, not just going through the tired motions of slavishly imitating old established bands, or personalities. Ya know? They were all outlaws, these guys, but they were GENTLEMEN outlaws. Paul may have liked Lou Reed but he never tried to ya know wear black sunglasses and BE Lou Reed. We rebelled against authority figures and corrupt politicians and we never worshipped them, or tried to get brownie points from flattering the evil oppressor higherups by repeating their authoritarian slogan of the day. “Manspreading! Manspreading! Microaggressions!” Uhh…didn’t this feminist have Gaddafi savagely tortured with a bayonet and his corpse brutally sodomized and defiled? The primary election fixing former Secretary was most responsible for the overthrow of a nation resulting in open slave markets and inhumane murder and years of smoking chaos and cadavers all over the streets in Libya. Don’t tell me some dude takes up too much space in his chair. I don’t care. Clinton’s easily every bit as evil as Albright and Haspel, Cheney and Bush. Real feminists applaud that Ghaddafi provided his people with the highest standard of living on their continent. I don’t vote for somebody’s gender. She’s a gross monster. I’ll always vote for good women like Dr. Jill Stein or Winona LaDuke, but after what Podesta, Hillary and Wasserman Schultz got away with, I no longer believe our votes are really counted accurately, anyhow. Somebody killed Seth Rich and Michael Hastings. (RIP) They’re grooming shitlibs to love Lyn Cheney. watch out for her. The good folks get tormented and persecuted while the scum rises straight to the top. Ever notice how the most ruthless and sociopathic ghouls you’ve ever seen just get promoted again and again?

Hillary Clinton is the smooth central representation of all that, and ‘all that’ is more or less what is in power now in the United States. It’s what we call the establishment or the DC consensus. One of the more significant Podesta emails that we released was about how the Obama cabinet was formed and how half the Obama cabinet was basically nominated by a representative from Citi Bank. This is quite amazing.Julian Assange

Former Secretary of State Hillary Clinton says Russian President Vladimir Putin ‘was very sexist’ toward her during meetings (msn.com)

https://www.rokfin.com/stream/19593/UKRAINE-UPDATE-June-18-2022—with-Scott-Ritter-and-Ray-McGovern

“The Syria Campaign is the PR arm of the US-UK state funded White Helmets info op, whose spook founder committed suicide after his corruption came to light. Since I published this expose of the Syria Campaign, it has deployed its media assets to smear me.” (-Max Blumenthal)

Inside the Syria Campaign, the shadowy PR firm lobbying for regime change – The Grayzone

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“Decent people, whom I respect, were genuinely horrified by Ukraine. War is the most horrific thing humanity can unleash on itself. Carnage from our own wars is hidden; this was shown. But those decent emotions (along with censorship) were exploited to impose propaganda and lies. Obama, in 2016, presciently explained — when he was being badgered by neocon Jeffrey Goldberg for not doing more to arm Ukraine — that the US would never be able to stop Russian dominance there because Ukraine is and always will be a vital interest to Russia, never to the US.” (-Glenn Greenwald)

Black Liberation Figure Mutulu Shakur Seeks Prison Release (theintercept.com)

“YouTube has censored my & @aaronjmate

 factual discussion of Paul Mason’s secret collusion w/ the UK state to harass, bully & relentlessly deplatform” us. It has done so on the basis of “harassment & bullying.” We assume pressure came from the same elements seeking to ruin us.” (-Max Blumenthal who writes about the Secretive Reset Billionaires at Gray Zone)

“Following my appeal it seems YouTube has reversed its censorship of our discussion on Paul Mason’s state-involved plot to deplatform and destroy us. However,

@aaronjmate’s @PushbackShow podcast has just been inexplicably disabled by @AppleMusic” (-Max Blumenthal)

PISTOL: NEVER MIND THE FRANCHISE CLONES AND REBOOT ROBOTS. YOU’RE NOT THUNDERS OR VICIOUS. WE DON’T NEED NO MORE TRIBUTE NIGHT COVER BANDS OR BEASTIE BOY WANNBE WHITE RAPPERS. WHO ARE YOU? 

“When decorum is repression, the only dignity free men have is to speak out.” (-Abbie Hoffman)

Muppet Malcolm In The Too Cute & Cuddly Film: “You’re a product of state oppression, juvenile depression!” 

I did not expect to be able to sit through more than five or ten minutes of the Trainspotting director Danny Boyle’s Sex Pistols tv six part movie series Lydon sued to stop from using his music. I love Johnny, I get Johnny, and no, I do not think he’s really a rightwinger now, I understand what he’s saying about the Obedience Committees of the Fake Left and their Personal Preference Navel Gazing and Sensitivity Studies. Ya know? So what? Who cares about your diet or zodiac sign or therapy dog’s past life psychic friend, or favorite after hours past times. He will always be a contrarian, and a deliberate provocateur who loves to outrage squares and scolds and who do these uptight, sniveling, Miss Manners Guide To Genteel Etiquette safe space, PMRC nag, plastic come lately, campus punx think he was? The politically correct, please the middle class they/them? No. That’s somebody else. Shitlibs are not real people’s movement solidarity leftists, anyway. Johnny Rotten was blowing the whistle about the royals and showbiz insiders human trafficking and creepy sex abusers way back in the seventies. He has every right and good reason to not wanna be in bed with that Creepy Mouse House Disney. He’s always been all about integrity and empathy and sticking to your principles, even and especially when there’s no profit in that. “It’s dead against everything we once stood for. The only thing you’ve got of value in your life, and you’re going to cheapen that because you want an extra fiver? Not much of a human being there.” I loved his short lived tv show, “ROTTEN TV!” “There’s no understanding, no empathy for another point of view. No room for being an individual. The internet has made people so volatile! That’s why it’s easy for me to say ‘I like Trump’, and see how that kicks off.” Lydon mostly dropped out from showbiz show-offing to care for his wife in recent years. He’s a goodfella.

The establishment will always find new ways to milk a dead legacy and turn rebellion into money. I remember Jayne County and others getting pissedoff I was not enthusiastic about that live action cartoon about CBGB’s starring a buncha square jawed and rosy cheeked, wholesome and athletic model/actors as our misfit idols. She said me ho-humming about it online was somehow costing her money, like yuppies were gonna skip the book signing at the museum cause I said I don’t like the idea of all these miscast various play actors imitating Stiv. She also seemed to get me purged from an online zeen edited by her faithful disciple for not liking Obama, who she thinks is like an LGBTETC ally. So yeah I’m not into these commercialized nostalgia, cutesy make a buck muppet shows in general but I’m dead desperately bored in a ghost town and it was my only longshot hope at some cheap entertainment even of the usually despised corporate whitewash revisionism. I really didn’t think I’d end up watching it, but the sad truth is I ended up enjoying it preposterous caricatures and all against my better judgment. Anyhow, they totally hooked me right away with the Steve Jones childhood bits cause man, I understood all that too well-the jails, abusive step dudes, lonely nights in cold alleys, the beatings, the smug and pompous judges on their thrones, reformatories, “lazy sod”, etc. I always said everybody woulda loved my old friend and honky tonk hero, snakeskin wearin’ sleaze punk bandito, Nasty F. Bastard, had we only got to make a record, he was and is, a lot like Steve Jones, actually-sorta born to lose, in an orphanage, a bastard child of bank robbers, had a checkered life of his own, lotsa crashed motorbikes and broken glass and fistfights and vanished amplifiers, somebody stole his ole guitar, “Blackie”, his tipplin a jar in Jackson divorcee women friends came to some crazy tragic ends, drugs, jailtime, hardknocks, back surgeries, ripoffs, heartaches, failures, evictions, got ran over by a speeding vehicle and had other reckless accidents and disappointments that woulda and have killed lesser spirits. He was expelled from the air force for, dig this: “failure to adapt to military standards” ha ha, but boy, could he play guitar like a hot pistol. A real son of a gun. I remember I first met the dude at a Little Ceasar job I had when I was like I dunno, maybe eighteen. My girlfriend at the time and baby mama felt sorry for him because he was homeless, after burning down his dorm at the Northwestern Business College mechanic trade school while drunk cooking and falling asleep. A rough hewn elemental force of nature, he’d been known to dispatch multiple boneheads in Kenmore Square for hassling his makeup wearing bandmates. He’d been a longtime habitué of several raucous and combustible old watering holes and a frequent companion and collaborator of several frankly legendary  writers, artists and musicians. A rare breed of Zodiac Mindwarp and AC/DC loving, black leather clad, silver ringed, maverick hellion doing all the big stadium ready Billy Duffy guitar shapes like he was already famous 100% devoid of fear. Big black biker boots and hair down to his waist. Not everybody mellows with age-hell-one of our old homies just had an all day standoff with multiple Swat teams last year, some of these guys could be cantankerous and unpredictable. Particularly in a Johnny Walker sodden state. Some antisocial, ex barroom brawlers become less patient and more inclined to use unfriendly, insensitive measures to express their concerns and issues they deem of personal significance, as they get older. In the early 90’s the ranks of his Brother Hoods social club had swelled when he was co hosting a cable access tv show and having all weekend long after hours parties attracting a big entrouge of glam chicks, underground film makers, snarly garage punks, record store clerks from Ireland, former gang members and fellow street musicians, future doctors and politicians and Dimestore Haloes, but grass roots support for his dodgy glam group dried up and evaporated after a foolish relocation back to the rightwing, intolerant football states during the grunge hoax and Fear Channel programming of 9/11. The Richie Riches had all the good drugs and easy jobs and hip places to rent and those were precarious years for his livewire band of compulsive travelers and guerilla art bandits. The cool labels had made a fast buck with gimmicky girl bands and retired. Tim Yo, the “Maximum Rocknroll” conscience of the underground died. “Flipside” went outta business. In spite of having composed many popular, some would say beloved tunes still remembered by many, old Nasty never quite got to savor the triumphs that his former peers-bands like American Heartbreak and the Black Halos did. I remember working at Urban Outfitters in those years and having to listen to the loss prevention paychecks from corporate bleat on and on about the importance of busting poor people for shoplifting all day, and the hipster in store DJ was spinning Black Halos while I was being forced to refold overpriced jeans again and again, thinkin’ to myself, “wow, we’ve really failed, here.” Sleazegrinder remembers Nasty as, “a gravel throated thug in velvet.”…”writing songs that always ended up sounding like Van Halen blasting out of blown speakers in a Trans Am driven by white trash punks that couldn’t even tell the difference between Social Distortion and Motley Crue anymore. Every full moon or so, they have come back to screaming life, like Ghostrider or something, in whatever town either of the boys in the band found worthy, or at least available, co-conspirators. They would once again rev up the Deathtrip Studebaker in their dreams and hurl themselves into any stage that would take them, ripping open these suicide glitter anthems like they were enemies to be vanquished, done away with for good. But these songs will never really go away. They may have been written as loosely as a Charlie Manson parole hearing speech, but over the years they have been honed down to razor sharp points, and they fit so neatly into fancy , modern day sub-genre buzz phrases like ‘Motorpunk’ and ‘Action rock’ that you almost forget they were composed in the days when we just called it ‘rock and roll’.” JOSH RUTLEDGE of NOW WAVE said, “This is top tier glam/punk/hard rock noise in all the right ways: the HUGE, cranked-to-11 Les Paul guitar onslaught; the sordid, Stiv-y cigarette vocals; the hard, trashy, catchy heartbroken rock n’ roll tunes; the arena-ready sonic firepower & the naked, booze-soaked vulnerability behind the clamor. I hate to pigeonhole, but this reminds me a lot of early D Generation. This is bad-ass. It rocks like fuck yet doesn’t reek even slightly of the clichéd, overmasculine, wanna-be-decadent posturing that’s all the rage these days now that everyone’s jumping on the “Rawk, dude!” bandwagon. For once, the sleaze, swagger, snarl, doom, despair, and terminal disaffection are anything but contrived. This is, as they say at The Big Takeover, music with heart. This is the Burntout Recluse Blues. This is the beautiful loser boogie. This is your chance to use the term “good rock n’ roll” and actually MEAN it. Immeasurably better than the usual dull crap brought to you by overprivileged little hipster shits trying way too hard to pass themselves off as depraved rockers.” 

   We never really got to record our own original music that much, being white trash paupers, and our false hope peddling, credit in the straight world, former associates stole our songs and are attempting to monetize ’em. NFB will always be the real deal and the kinda genuine article, fulltime crash and burn, silver spurred, absolute motherfucker all those rich people with the big money collections, big name producers and snazzy threads providers, pretend to be in their videos. Winners write the history though, especially in capitalist culture, money buys you fame. He wrote so many nasty riffs that big city moneybags people cover, and seldom does he get any credit whatsoever, and certainly not one thin dime for his years of service, in the real trenches of underground punknroll. He lives in a van down by the river with a three legged dog named Angus. Says it smells like “balls, dog, and broken dreams.” Was recovering from surgery when he got ran over by a truck. More recently, his three legged dog ALSO got brushed by a car but somehow survived. Poor guy. Had he just been able to record his many substantial rocknroll songs, he’d be viewed as a gallant, dashing rogue but instead he’s looked at by most of society as a damaged, bad reputation werewolf. They say that wounded animals are the most dangerous. Sometimes I don’t even tell him about all the big city bands kinda doing our thing with their multiple sugar mamas and big money benefactors and highly financed producers behind ’em. Too fuckin’ heartbreaking. Nothing worse than seeing imposters in red leather chaps doing a less heartfelt version of your whole thing. What’s more ridiculous than I Need More Millions Gotham Hipsters scouting out wild west spaghetti western locales for their glamour shot pinup posters? (Heavy Sigh!) Back to our Hollywood animated Plastic Pistols:

   Immediately I loved the celluloid actors portraying Viv and Jordan. I never thought I’d be cool with any portrayal of Chrissie, who I loved since the third grade and I mean, c’mon. NOBODY can play Chrissie, but this actress Sydney Chandler did a fantastic job. The guy playing Nick Kent made me smile, too. Sid N Nancy were way too adorable. The wee lads cast as Malcolm and Rotten were like hobbits or elves. I’ve only seen the first episode so far, but I am totally, surprisingly IN to it. Okay so I watched four more now and it’s surprisingly good. Even though ya know, Idol, Siouxsie, Jordan Mooney aka Pamela Rooke (RIP) and the rest are kinda reduced to bit part color forms, it’s really about Jonesey and Chrissie and Pauline who lived in a tree. I really am enjoying it sincerely. One of your and my fave guitar heroes referred to me in an interview as a “purist”, meant as a putdown, a few years back, but taken instead as a high complement. Seditionary VIV WESTWOOD still fights for JULIAN ASSANGE. She even put her screaming self into a big birdcage sculpture and raised a ruckous with a bullhorn outside Belmarsh. See any Murkkkn punques do anything like that? Honestly, what’s the most punkque thing any Murkkkan musicians do? Sign autographs? Sell merchandise? Brag about their shit, or who they slept with in the seventies at best? Suck up to more famous people? Organize their museum collections? Buy $500 hats? Buy down and out dudes instruments to have and to hoard? Correctify someone for not being highbrow cultivated enough? Chastise some lesser than for appreciating Rogan or Chappelle or challenging profit motives of known liars? PISTOL is the best show I’ve seen in quite awhile, but I don’t really get around much anymore and am still energized by all those 70’s UK punks and the Pretenders are usually my favorite band, besides the Pistols, Deadboys, Generation X and The Clash, etc., etc. You know what made me wanna puke? Seeing Jay Z and Beyonce and The Strokes these capitalist empire havers showing off their Basquiat paintings, fuck the corporate rich motherfuckin’ oppressor, gentrified, big capitalist predator class and their diversity hipster mascots, too.

    In these media monopoly times, the cuddly actors here could get music careers in this age whereas the real pioneering genius rebel firebrand punks would not. It’s all just cheerleaders with industry sugar daddies and extravagant designer uptown wardrobes now.  I was trying to watch a survival show “ALONE” about outdoor people trying to survive by themselves in hostile terrains, building boats and houses outta sticks like the three little piggies before they met the big, bad wolf at the door, but then they changed it up and brought in all these extra people to hike into the woods and find their partners and help them camp which for me defeats the whole purpose, name and challenge of the show, and they always show any bloody accidents and the harvesting of dead animals like multiple times and I’m a bit too squeamish for that shit, so ya know I was done with that show. Tried watching a used copy of that movie “THE JOKER”, and obviously I understood the themes about mentally ill people not being cared for by the gutted social safety net themes, or how all too often, it’s the pinstripe suit Amurkkkan Psycho types who actually bully smaller vulnerable or disabled people, but it was too splatter flick bloody gore violent for me. I did not even get halfway through it, which was too bad cause I’d waited to see it for a long time. I notice when the mega-monopolies add in needless blood and gore. I’m not into that shit at all. I’ll be watching the rest of PISTOL Tonight. Good times, really. Did not know they practiced in a space where a Badfinger hung himself. (RIP) Johnny says his real vital work is Public Image Ltd, which I can appreciate. 

Those who are repeatedly passive in the face of injustice soon find their character corroded.Julian Assange

There is unity in the oppression. There must be absolute unity and determination, in the response.

Julian Assange

“I suspect almost every day that I’m living for nothing, I get depressed and I feel self-destructive and a lot of the time I don’t like myself. What’s more, the proximity of other humans often fills me with overwhelming anxiety, but I also feel that this precarious sentience is all we’ve got and, simplistic as it may seem, it’s a person’s duty to the potentials of his own soul to make the best of it. We’re all stuck on this often miserable earth where life is essentially tragic, but there are glints of beauty and bedrock joy that come shining through from time to precious time to remind anybody who cares to see that there is something higher and larger than ourselves. And I am not talking about your putrefying gods, I am talking about a sense of wonder about life itself and the feeling that there is some redemptive factor you must at least search for until you drop dead of natural causes.”

― Lester Bangs, Psychotic Reactions and Carburetor Dung

Julian Assange on Seth Rich – YouTube

SCREAMIN’ FIST

Man, I can hardly even stand the internet nowadays, let alone the creepy NetFlix programming bullshit, like ya know that ikky cult guy they got ruining the Flash character. This whole time, I’ve been astounded by my former peers’ eager beaver willingness to play along with Mickey Mouse lapdancers  like kesha and that big butt woman whatsername and major label boy band baloney like Harry Styles and Jared Leto and Justin Bieber, Talor Swift and Miley Cyrus. LET ALONE all that just wretched fuckin’ horrible whiny corporate pop/punk occultic illuminati bullshit like Machine Gun Kelly and Blink 182. I’m from the old school eighties basement underground. It’s weird to me how nowadays people don’t even seem to remember popular mainstream trouble boys like Dramarama and the Replacements, LET ALONE, the real genuine dirty outlaw, street punks of yesteryear. Communicos from the real rocknroll underground. On mornings like this, I’m kinda in the mood for some real punk.

“Although Priti Patel’s decision today to approve the US extradition request is in keeping with the decade-long collective persecution of Assange, and therefore sadly anticipated, it is nonetheless shocking. It shames the persecuting governments and warrants global condemnation.”

(-Lawyers For Assange)

Everyone should understand that when they add their friends to Facebook, they are doing free work for United States intelligence agencies in building this database for them.Julian Assange

“Folks, lets have an agreement that no matter how you might characterize the crazies in the republican party, we should commit to never characterizing the Squad, CBC, Sanders and Progressive caucus as the left.” (-Ajamu Barka)

“What do AOC’s broken promises mean to you and your family?” (-Stephen Sheehan)

“Biden’s deported more illegal immigrants than Trump & he’s locked up more kids in cages than Trump.” (-Samerra Khan)

“Remember that time a billionaire child trafficking ring was busted, but then no one was named other than 1 woman?” (-Tim Young)

“Over the past few days over a THIRD of Americans have been told not to leave their homes because of the heat. We are dying. We are killing this planet. And our ruling elite are doing NOTHING about it because they get rich from the status quo.” (-Lee Camp) 

You measure a democracy by the freedom it gives its dissidents, not the freedom it gives its assimilated conformists.Abbie Hoffman

Every human being is a raindrop. And when enough of the raindrops become clear and coherent they then become the power of the storm.John Trudell

“In the long run, the people are our only appeal. The only ones who can free us are ourselves”. (~ Assata Shakur)

Rockefeller And Gates’s Destruction of Africa (and much more) (rumble.com)

People think Gates wants to help them be healthy with his seed mutating and geoengineering. WTF is wrong with those robots? Divided Slaves of Amurkkka just love an evil despotic billionaire. “You show me a capitalist, and I’ll show you a bloodsucker.” (-Malcolm X)

“Protect your spirit, because you are in the place where spirits get eaten.” (― John Trudell.)

The US presidency will continue to represent the major power groups of the United States – big business and the military – regardless of who the talking head is.Julian Assange

LIVING IN PARADISE

Man, so just this morning, no shit, I was listening to David Lee Roth doing a live House Of Blues version of “This Must Be Just Like Living In Paradise”, a beautiful 1988 #6 on the top 40 hit co written by Brett Tuggle, the Keyboardist from the Vai-Bissonette-Sheehan-Roth era and I am sad to report he has passed away, another one bites the dust. Man that’s a bummer ya know it was not so long ago I had written in one of my columns somewhere how I wished Roth would reunite that band lineup for another original full length album. To me that song was just exquisitely gorgeous, like Huckleberry Finn on a flying surfboard or The Beach Boys on Wheels of Fire! Like Van Halen good! I loved the video and the tune will be in my head for the rest of the week. Remember when the California Dream was still alive and the billionaires had not yet ruined all the old bohemian enclaves on the coasts? Now ya gotta be a sicko Kardashian or Musk or Gates or Bloomberg or fuck you, Jack. Poor people are under the boot and there aint nowhere to run. At least we have these songs to escape into as Diamond Dave says, an oasis to pound the sand outta your boots, a vacation in a can. Brett also played with Steppenwolf, Fleetwood Mac and Rick Springfield. I was a big fan of that band. Still am. (RIP)

“When you drank the world was still out there, but for the moment it didn’t have you by the throat.” (~ Charles Bukowski,)

THE EMPIRE’S ELECTION RIGGING, MERCENARY OPPOSITION REGIME CHANGE RESET PROXIES ARE EVERYWHERE 

If you want a vision of the future, imagine Washington-back ed Google Glasses strapped onto vacant human faces – forever.Julian Assange

FBI: Ukraine Fighter and US Fugitive Craig Lang Armed by Colombia To Overthrow Venezuela Gov’t (mintpressnews.com)

Pfizer reportedly sponsored Miami yacht party for failed Colombian presidential contender Rodolfo Hernández – The Grayzone

“Marjorie Taylor Greene just outflanked so-called progressive Democrats from the Left on Julian Assange. Why is Greene able to speak out for Assange’s freedom but AOC, Ro Khanna, and Ilhan Omar can’t?” (-Danny Haiphong)

“It’s easy to sit back and judge people for believing propaganda and failing to push for real change in adequate numbers, but if you look at the vast quantity of sophisticated psyops distorting everyone’s picture of the world it’s very understandable there’s so much confusion.” (-Caitlin Johnstone) 

JOEY JOEY JOEY KING OF THE STREETS

“”Nothing ever quite dies, it just comes back in a different form.”” (-Lester Bangs) One of my fave bands was the RENT PARTY WALDOS lineup. We all miss Walter and Tony.(RIP)  Thank God for Jeff West and JP. Lineups and bands come and go, but Joey Pinter still plays guitar LIKE A MOTHERFUCKER!

Joey Pinter Rock and Roll (facebook.com)

Pleasure Pirates- Cat Club – YouTube

WARRIOR SOUL

Me, personally, I never liked Metallica or Slayer or thrash music, at all. Probably the fastest/hardest band I ever really liked was say, the Misfits. When I was 18, I had a jamhouse way out on the edge of town goin’ towards the rural soybean and cornfields where my own misfit crew and me partied like Van Halen and practiced corny covers and started learning how to write our own compositions. In spite of what that frathouse mook on spring break Sammy Hagar will tell you, there is definitely more than one way to rock. I loved Korey Clarke for singing about real shit that matters when all the assembly-line spandex male-Barbies were wasting our time singing about their hotel room groupies and cocaine at the Cat House. He played some shows in recent years with Junkyard and Circus Of Power that I’m sorry I missed. I think my loyal friend the semi-famous drummer and Midnight Crisis frontman, Marty E was there! Warrior Soul‘s lyrics mean more now than they even did in the pre grunge eighties. Listen here, wolf child:

“You have to understand that people have to pay a price for peace. If you dare to struggle, you dare to win.” (-Fred Hampton)

“Don’t ask me why I obsessively look to rock ’n’ roll bands for some kind of model for a better society. I guess it’s just that I glimpsed something beautiful in a flashbulb moment once, and perhaps mistaking it for prophecy have been seeking its fulfillment ever since.”

(― Lester Bangs)

Every time we witness an injustice and do not act, we train our character to be passive in its presence and thereby eventually lose all ability to defend ourselves and those we love. (-Julian Assange)

PATRICK LAWRENCE: Who Should Control Foreign Policy? – Consortium News

“Chomsky on media who used @wikileaks

 material: “Are they supporting Assange… who performed the honorable duty of a journalist & is now being tortured? Not that I’ve seen…We’ll use what he did, but then we’ll join the jackals who’re snapping at his feet.” (-Jeremy Scahill) Noam Chomsky, Jeremy Scahill on the Russia-Ukraine War (theintercept.com)

Extraditing Julian Assange would be a gift to secretive, oppressive regimes | Peter Oborne | The Guardian

Spain: Pompeo Summoned by Court Over Alleged Assange Assassination Plot (businessinsider.com)

Every War in the past 50 Years is a Result of Media LiesJulian Assange

The extradition of Julian Assange must be condemned by all who believe in press freedom

STILL LIKE THAT OLD TIME ROCKNROLL 

I heard some new kid super hyped punque band’s tune over at SPIN magazine a couple days ago and to me it was just some formulaic loud/fast rules going through the motions, expensive leather from Straight To Hell, the usual stretch jeans and fifth generation Bay City Rollers haircuts and toppa the line equipment and always more of these same say nothin’ richie rich kids auditioning for Warped Fest side stage make believing they’re tuff guys, I dunno man, aint moved by that Fauntleroy Rock at all ever really. I dunno how that Hot Topic shit ever flies at all, aside from being made outta mama money, was not into that shit at all. When I think of rocknroll I think of dirt and filth and righteous rage, heartfelt confessions, the blues, surviving hard times, direct action authentic rebellion and dirty excess. As Malcolm X said, “”Truth is on the side of the oppressed.”

Tex and the Horseheads Big House Part III – YouTube

ANTISOCIAL GLMARCHISTS UNITE! SOLIDARITY FOREVER! 

UK/US: Home Secretary’s certification of Assange extradition puts him at risk – Amnesty International

Assange saga: Australia should demand US release of Wikileaks founder (smh.com.au)

The internet, our greatest tool of emancipation, has been transformed into the most dangerous facilitator of totalitarianism we have ever seen. The internet is a threat to human civilization.Julian Assange

WISEBLOOD

Prior to you know, the Cash cover, I was just never that gung ho about Nine Inch Nails and never cared for Marilyn Manson, either. The dark and heavy music I responded to was Foetus, Swans, and begrudgingly cause one of my girlfriends used to hang around with Dwayne (RIP), SKINNY PUPPY.

Reality is an aspect of property. It must be seized. And investigative journalism is the noble art of seizing reality back from the powerful.

Julian Assange

The Neocon’s Dream – Decolonize Russia, Re-Colonize China – PopularResistance.Org

THROBBING PURPLE

One of the best records of it’s era, THROBBING PURPLE‘s “LET IT WRITHE” was a dark and decadent laugh riot. Puttin’ your feet in the baby pool and pulling some cold bottles from the cooler in the shade of the carport? It’s a perfect soundtrack for sunglasses, loud laughs, and the dusky sunset of sleazy summertimes. 

Every time you go to a party and take a picture and post that picture to Facebook, you’re being a rat. You’re being a narc.Julian Assange

Let It Writhe | Chris Barry/The Throbbing Purple | 39 Steps (bandcamp.com)

WHERE’S IZZY?

Ya know somebody made a movie I never saw called “Where’s Izzy” and I’d still love to hear a little more from that guy-I’m not into his lookalike at the brand model shilling the rubes GNR Olympics or whatever that big 12 piece horror show is. I hope to never hear that Godawful screechy playedout fackin’ “hay, hay, hay” cover of “Knockin’ On Heaven’s Door” again. Those three fat marquee name millionaires are like the laziest motherfuckers in the world and they can’t write songs no more. It’s a shame that Charlie “Chalo” Quintana of the Plugz, Social D., and The Juju Hounds died (RIP), cause the radio sure could use some new Izzy Stradlin songs. I heard “Patience” on the radio at the second hand store for the first time in years the other day, and while I remember that being kindof the end of that band’s momentum, it was still way better than anything those other dudes done since “Appetite”.

I USED TO BE FLATTERED WHEN FAMOUS PEOPLE SAID I SHOULD WRITE FOR CORPORATE MAGAZINES AND WAS JEALOUS BOYBAND LOVIN’ SHEFFIELD GOT TO SWAN AROUND WITH DURAN BUT LOOK WHAT HAPPENED TO POOR ROLLING STONE TRUTH TELLER MICHAEL HASTINGS WHO EMBARRASED SOME GENERALS…

Creem Magazine Is Back: 10 Classic Articles From the Digital Archive – Variety I miss CREEM who took the piss outta corporate rock. 

“If there’s nothing more poisonous than bigotry, there’s nothing more pathetic than liberal guilt.”
― Lester Bangs

Intelligence agencies keep things secret because they often violate the rule of law or of good behavior.Julian Assange

The global ruling class is cementing into place a world where they govern without accountability, we are reduced to serfdom, the climate crisis accelerates, and mass death is normalized.

It is hard to be sanguine about the future. The breakdown of the ecosystem is well documented. So is the refusal of the global ruling elite to pursue measures that might mitigate the devastation. We accelerate the extraction of fossil fuels, wallow in profligate consumption, including our consumption of livestock, and make new wars as if we are gripped by a Freudian death wish. The Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse — Conquest, War, Famine and Death – gallop into the 21rst century.

Those who rule, servants of corporations and the global billionaire class, accompany the suicidal folly by cementing into place corporate tyranny. The plan is not to reform. It is to perpetuate the corporate pillage. This pillage, more and more onerous for the global population, necessitates a new totalitarianism, one where the billionaire class lives in opulence, workers are serfs, rights such as privacy and due process are abolished, Big Brother watches us all the time, war is the chief business of the state, dissent is criminalized and those displaced by conflicts and climate breakdown are barred entry into the climate fortresses in the global north. Portions of the human species, the most privileged, will, in theory, hold out a little longer before they succumb to the great die off.

The persecuted and the abandoned, now in the tens of millions, know the future. For them, the future has already arrived. Julian Assange, the most important publisher of our generation, whose extradition to the US was approved on Friday by the British Home Secretary Priti Patel, is an example of what will befall all publishers and journalists that expose the inner workings of power. His imprisonment for revealing the war crimes, mendacity, cynicism, and corruption of the ruling class, including the Democratic Party, heralds a new era. Investigations into the centers of power, the life blood of journalism, will be a criminal offense.

It does not matter that Assange, who suffered a stroke and is in poor physical and psychological health, is not a U.S. citizen or that WikiLeaks is not a US-based publication. It does not matter that all of Assange’s meetings with his attorneys were recorded by UC Global, the Spanish security firm at the Ecuadorian Embassy where Assange lived for seven years, and turned over to the US, obliterating attorney-client privilege. The campaign against Assange, and I have sat in on hearings in London, is a Dickensian farce, the persecution of an innocent and heroic man, far more reminiscent of the Lubyanka than the best of British jurisprudence. He is being used to send a message — if you expose what we do we will destroy you.

Workers, whether in the vast sweatshops in China or the decayed ruins of the rust belt, struggle on subsistence wages without job protection or unions. They are cursed by trade deals, deindustrialization, austerity, rising interest rates and rising prices. They, too, know the future.

The decision to raise interest rates by three-quarters of a percentage point, with new rate hikes on the way, will further depress wages, which have stagnated for decades, increase unemployment and personal debt and make food and other basic necessities more expensive. Raising interest rates usually induces a recession. But the oligarchs are more than willing to extract blood from the working class. Inflation reduces investment returns. It disrupts leveraged financial strategies.

Prices are not rising because of wages. They are rising because of supply shortages and price gouging by corporations and oil conglomerates. US corporations posted their biggest profit growth in decades by raising prices during the pandemic. Corporate pretax profits rose last year by 25 percent to $2.81 trillion, according to the Bureau of Economic Analysis. That’s the largest annual increase since 1976, according to the Federal Reserve. When taxes are included, last year’s corporate profit rose to 37 percent, more than any other time since the Fed began tracking profits in 1948.

Antitrust laws and breaking up monopolies would ease the strain of inflation and lower prices. Rationing would break inflation. So would a wage-price freeze. Nationalization, reversing the capture of public utilities, the health care system, banking, and other services by corporations, would also blunt price rises. But the billionaire class is not about to impose measures that diminish their profits. They will keep their monopolies. They will keep their grip on what were once public assets. The message from the billionaire class is this: the economy is run for our benefit, not yours.

Ukrainians, enduring a war of attrition with the infusion of tens of billions of dollars of weapons from the US and Europe, know the future. War is the chief business of the state. It enriches the arms industry. It expands the military budget. The US now sends $130 million a day in military aid and assistance to Ukraine, part of the $55 billion in aid promised by Washington.

The US, struggling with societal breakdown and an ailing economy, sees its military as the only mechanism left to destroy global competitors, especially Russia and China. Russia, hemmed in by an expanding NATO in Central and Eastern Europe, and China harassed by a succession of carrier groups in the South China Sea, which Washington has called a “national interest,” have been united as US adversaries. China sees the waterways of Asia and the Pacific as part of its sphere of influence, as Russia sees Ukraine and other neighboring states. The aggressive military posturing of the US on the borders of China and Russia has provoked an unnecessary cold war, one many Washington policy makers nonchalantly expect may evolve into a hot war amongst nuclear armed nations that would potentially obliterate life on the planet.

There is an intensifying scramble for control, with Russia’s invasion of Ukraine and China’s building of air bases from Japan to Australia along the Asian littoral, giving it the ability to attack warships, including aircraft carriers, in the western Pacific. The refusal of the U.S. to accommodate itself to a multipolar world and to chase the chimera of unrivaled global hegemony has seen Russia and China solidify an alliance, an alliance cold warriors worked hard to prevent. The hostilities, a self-fulfilling prophecy by U.S. warmongers, delights the Washington establishment whose goal is to perpetuate endless war.

You know you are in trouble when Henry Kissinger, who has called for Ukraine to cede territory to Russia and open negotiations with Moscow “in the next two months before it creates upheavals and tensions that will not be easily overcome,” is a voice of sanity.

Despotic governments need an enemy to justify the repression of dissidents, the reduction and cancellation of social programs and the iron control of information. Wars justify the unjustifiable — black sites, kidnapping, torture, targeted assassinations, censorship, and arbitrary detention — off-the-book war crimes. War induces a state of perpetual paranoia and fear. It demands mass obedience.

“The war is not meant to be won, it is meant to be continuous,” George Orwell writes in 1984. “Hierarchical society is only possible on the basis of poverty and ignorance. This new version is the past and no different past can ever have existed. In principle the war effort is always planned to keep society on the brink of starvation. The war is waged by the ruling group against its own subjects and its object is not the victory over either Eurasia or East Asia, but to keep the very structure of society intact.”

The message of endless war is – if you defy the ruling class, the militarists and the government, you are a traitor.

The 140 million people across the globe suffering from acute hunger, a result of the pandemic, the climate crisis and the war in Ukraine, know the future, along with the families of the 15 million people who died from the pandemic, hundreds of thousands of whom with proper prevention and medical care could have been saved. The refugees fleeing failed states and climate disasters – there could be 1.2 billion climate refugees by 2050 – in the global south know the future. 

The message imparted to the poor, the vulnerable, the sick and the weak is this: your lives and the lives of your children do not matter.

The oligarchs in the Democratic Party and the establishment wing of the Republican Party are aware they are in political trouble. Is it due to Russian meddling? Is it due to Donald Trump and his proto-fascist minions? Is it caused by journalists and publishers like Assange who give them a bad name? Is it a failure of messaging? Is it a lack of rigorous censorship of the far-right and leftist critics?

The Democratic Party, now united with the establishment Republican Party, is flailing around for a solution. They are bankrolling far right candidates in the Republican primaries , a tactic that backfired on Hillary Clinton when her campaign worked during the primaries to promote Donald Trump as the Republican nominee. Retrograde Republicans, de facto members of the Democratic Party because they voted to impeach Trump, are being lionized as true patriots, as if they can lure people away from Trump and Trump-like clones. Robert Reich, along with other Democratic leaders, argues that Rep. Cheney – who voted for Trump policies 93 percent of the time as a member of the House but now looks set to lose her bid for reelection in Wyoming – has “demonstrated more courage and integrity than any other politician in America” and might just be “the best president of the United States for the perilous time we’re entering.” Jonathan V. Last, in an article headlined “Mike Pence is an American Hero” in The Atlantic, writes that Pence “did more to protect democracy — both on January 6 and since — than any other person inside the Trump administration.”

Perhaps the expected Supreme Court ruling that will overturn Roe v. Wade will work in their favor. Perhaps the televised hearings on the January 6th assault on the Capitol, an extended campaign commercial, will convince voters to support them. Perhaps the promise of more stringent gun laws will excite the electorate.

What can we expect from a party leadership that believed Michael Bloomberg, who has switched allegiance between the Democratic and Republican parties several times, would save them from progressives such as Bernie Sanders? What can we expect from a party leadership that anointed Joe Biden, who spent his political career dispossessing working men and women, building the world’s largest prison system, militarizing police, destroying the welfare system and funding military fiascos in the Middle East, as president?

The Biden administration is defined by failed expectations, from its stymied Build Back Better Plan to its refusal to raise the minimum wage. It is running on fumes, using gimmicks, empty rhetoric, spectacle and fear to intimidate the electorate.

The descent is pathetic to watch, reminiscent of the moment Romanian dictator Nicolae Ceaușescu tried desperately to placate an unruly crowd from the Balcony of the Central Committee of the Communist Party of Romania building by offering to raise pension and family allowance by $2 a month. He and his wife were executed four days later. The discredited East German Communist Party, which like the Romanian revolution I also covered as a reporter, made similar empty gestures, promising to open its closed party headquarters to the public long after anyone cared.

The billionaire class, or at least many of them, would prefer to loot and pillage under the cover of the old political decorum and rhetoric. They like the fiction of paying homage to an emasculated democracy. It gives them the veneer of respectability.

But this is not to be. The rage of the betrayed is articulated by imbecilic demagogues vomited up from the social and political swamp. Corporations and the billionaire class will continue to exploit, but under a cruder and crueler authoritarianism. The social, political, economic, and environmental breakdown will accelerate. Reality, increasingly unpalatable, will cease to exist in public discourse. It will be replaced by Millenarian cults, such as the Christian fascists, and bizarre conspiracy theories, a retreat into magical thinking where evil is embodied in demonized individuals and groups that must be eradicated. Truth and lies will be indistinguishable. The vulnerable will be cast aside, blamed for their own misery, as well as ours. Those who resist will be criminals. Mass death will sweep across the planet. This is the world our children will inherit unless those who control us are wrenched from power.(-CHRIS HEDGES)


Steve Vincent “Recovered From My Past”

This is the debut solo album of PARADISE ALLEY‘s frontman Steve Vincent. Steve is also the host of Steve Vincent’s Mystery City, a great radio show with lots of glam punk and sleaze rock. This album was recorded the DIY way from demos that could have been used for PARADISE ALLEY with the help of a few musician friends from around the world (Steve Conte, Ben Marsden, Andy Christie, Matthias Joannsen, Rhoades D’Ablo, Alex Holmes, Danny McCormack, Miqu December and Matt “JD” Connor”) “Yesterday’s Man” opens the album in a STIV BATORS way before “All I Wanna Do” delivers straight rock’n’roll with a cool catchy chorus. It sounds a bit like a heavier version of The QUIREBOYS. “Last Train To Babylon” is about Steve’s experiences in New York while touring in the US and it has a bit of a THROBS flavour and “Can’t Bring Me Down” is a dark rock’n’roll song about psychological and physical abuse. “Falling” reminds me of late 80s/early 90s British glam bands while “Life Ain’t No Bed Of Roses” brings HANOÏ ROCKS to mind. Miqu (PLASTIC TEARS) shares vocals on “Fortune Wheel”, one of the catchiest songs on the album and “Don’t Go Breaking My Heart (Again)” is not a power ballad despite its title but a heartbroken heavy rock’n’roll song. The STIV BATORS influence is also obvious in “Sleepwalking” and the record ends with a beautiful heartfelt tribute to PARADISE ALLEY‘s first drummer Richie Hale who passed away in 2012. Sometimes solo albums are just ego trips but “Recovered From My Past” is the kind of solo album in which you’ll find lyrics and music from the heart, a real rock’n’roll therapy! /Laurent C.

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The Speedways release new video/single “Shoulda Known”

British power pop band The SPEEDWAYS have released a new video for their new song “Shoulda Known.” The video was shot & produced by Jez Leather and filmed on location at ‘The Lexington’ in London.

Taken from the forthcoming LP ‘Talk Of The Town’ available on Snap!!/Hurrah Musica & Beluga Records November 2022.
The single “Shoulda Known/A Drop In The Ocean” is available on Bandcamp.

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Gutter Gospel By General Labor: Caitlyn Johnstone, No Wars With Russia-China-Iran, Hands Off Cuba & Venezuela, Sputnik Nostalgia, Dramarama, David Lee, Big Star, Reject, Original Suffering Bastards.

“When I said that these politicians are a bunch of corrupt, lying, greedy, self serving criminals, I wasn’t separating them by Party” (-Black In The Empire)

“Military budget: $840 billion Semiconductors: $52 billion Police expansion: $37 billion Climate change: $2 billion” (-Adam Best)

“It was NATO and their allies that colonized and pillaged Africa. Not Russia If you are supportive of NATO you are supportive of white supremacy” (-Revolutionary Blackout Network)

“Gentlemen! Do not allow yourselves to be deluded by the abstract word freedom. Whose freedom? It is not the freedom of one individual in relation to another, but the freedom of capital to crush the worker.” (-Karl Marx)

“They’re not trying to protect us from misinformation, they’re trying to make it more difficult for us to find the information they don’t want us to know.” (-Black In The Empire)

“Russia on the verge of taking Donbas and then some. Russia economy ok but Europeans will freeze this winter. Billions of dollars going to Ukraine with no military victory. The people are told they can have nothing they want. Hence the war propaganda, I mean Vogue photo shoot.” (-Margaret Kimberly)

“We’ve watched members of the Squad vote to give more money to Israel, to police, to the military industrial complex to fund our proxy war, and to expand NATO. It’s not just that they refused to fight for us, it’s what they helped the Democrats do.” (-Black In The Empire)

“I can’t wait until Biden and Trump fight about who loves the cops more at the 2024 debates” (-La Befana)

Leslie Wexner’s Inner Demon (unlimitedhangout.com)

Opinion | Biden Should Remove Cuba from the Infamous State Sponsors of Terrorism List | Medea Benjamin (commondreams.org)

ALL US POOR PEOPLE

We already understand we got zero representation. No politicians fight for our rights, they do not care about our human rights or civil liberties, good health or quality of life, AT ALL. They’ve all surrendered to tech-surveillance/deep state, weapons manufacturers products, big pharma, and monolithic monopolies-Vanguard and Blackrock. They used to fool us into thinking some seemingly nice or well spoken Personality, like Obama, Bernie, and AOC were gonna come to our rescue, and protect us from those white haired old patriarchal, meanass money grubber, pro kkkop, racist and sexist Republikkkans, but then, we watched in horror as they broke every silvery tongued, pretty talkin’ promise and did even more rightwing shit than the Dick Cheneys and Mitch McConells so we undertsand now, with great clarity, that no bribe taking, blackmail compromised Murkkkan politicians give a flying fuck when we, the people get kicked out into the elements and wildfire smoke by greedhead developers or unscrupulous airbandb trendy hipster landlords, if we get laid off from our jobs because of Next Wave Death Plague clampdowns, or if we just up and mysteriously, “die suddenly”. They do not give a fuck. Media creates a manufactured meta unreality virtual world where middle class sheltered folks can cosplay as health and wellness fixating Kardashian-Jenners and are all free to worship and compliment Jay-Z and Beyonce, or Barack and Chelle Obama. That’s the modern idea of “freedom”. You are free to make believe you have representation and this is a democracy. Just don’t protest, OR ELSE. Ya know? Hillary will let you know when she says you can protest. You will need to bring your pink hat and suspend all critical thinking to the astro turf photo op event on the green.

“Hawks always say our geopolitical situation resembles that of 1938 so that any call for de-escalation, diplomacy or detente can be portrayed as “appeasement”. It’s never 1919, when the conditions which would give rise to World War Two were put in place, or any of the early 20th century years when the trajectory toward World War One could have easily been turned away from.

Our fetishization of World War Two has eclipsed from memory the fact that it was the single worst thing that ever happened on this planet. The trauma it inflicted upon our species still reverberates through our collective consciousness to this day, and avoiding it would have been objectively good.

Even if we fully espouse all the grandiose ego-stroking Anglo-American narratives about WWII, you don’t want to have a modern Churchill and FDR bravely standing against the forces of evil. What you want is for such a stand to be unnecessary, because the conflict was avoided.

But that’s not how you score political points in Washington and London. That’s not how you pull ratings as a news outlet. That’s not how you sell weapons as an arms manufacturer, and it’s not how you advance hegemonic agendas as an empire. That’s why peace doesn’t get a voice.

And, oh yeah, did I mention there are fucking nuclear weapons now? Even the dumbest of warmongers should want to postpone reenacting their favorite Hollywood WWII movies in the modern world, because it’s impossible to win a world war now. Stop buying this “it’s 1938” bullshit. It’s nothing like 1938, and a massive conflict can most definitely be avoided.

Like the Tao Te Ching says:

Prevent trouble before it arises.
Put things in order before they exist.
The giant pine tree
grows from a tiny sprout.
The journey of a thousand miles
starts from beneath your feet.

Or as we say in the west, an ounce of prevention is worth a pound of cure.

The only thing dumber than the risks our leaders are taking with our world is the reasons why they are taking those risks. It’s not for anything more noble or righteous than the desire to rule the world. Just stupid, garden variety power hunger.

If Ukraine has taught us anything it’s that the US and its allies should definitely stage as many aggressive provocations as possible in Taiwan.

Russia: Don’t cross our red lines in Ukraine or we’ll take action.

US politicians: They’re bluffing. Cross those red lines.

[Russia invades.]

China: Don’t cross our red lines in Taiwan or we’ll take action.

US politicians: They’re bluffing. Cross those red lines.

Can’t believe we’re adding a whole new country to risk nuclear war with just because Nancy Pelosi’s too fucking old to care if she gets shot down over Taiwan.

So it looks like Ukraine has begun using US-made weapons to strike Russian territory. At a time when dangerous escalations between nuclear superpowers is an almost daily occurrence, this one stands head and shoulders above most of the others and deserves special attention. There are many, many potential scenarios which could spark a nuclear exchange, but the US/Ukraine/NATO alliance continually pursuing a line of attack into Russia is by far the most surefire way to get there. Let’s hope that option remains off the table.

Western powers aren’t censoring Russian media to protect our minds from Russian propaganda, they are censoring Russian media because it interferes with western propaganda.

If we were being told the truth about this war there wouldn’t be such a wildly unprecedented push to censor, intimidate, troll and silence anyone who asks if we’re being lied to.

People who are ideologically prohibited from seeing capitalism as the obvious source of society’s ills are forced to make up other things to blame those ills on like elite pedovore cabals, Jews, immigrants, the LGBT community, and Satan.

Vastly outnumbering your rulers but choosing not to overthrow them because you think the status quo might someday make you wealthy is the same as having all the power in the world and trading it away for a lottery ticket.

Love so hard it terrifies you.

Keep writing poetry after your twenties.

Dismiss anyone who tells you to get thick skin.

Master the art of seeing beauty in each moment.

Find enough inner stability to let life destroy you.

Learn that it’s safe to let go: there’s nowhere to fall to.(-Cait Johnstone)

BACK TO THE FUTURE

Remember growing up, before the Monopoly-Media/Netflix/I-Phone era, how all the moms used to get all misty eyed over the sixties? Martin Luther King Jr., the Beatles, and the Kennedys, and how all the older people just loved all the music from their time? Woodstock, “Freedom Rock”? Ha. “TURN IT UP!” That’s how I’ve become about the eighties new wave music era. It’s what I turn to when I need respite from this bogus meta unreality show. I can get lost in the ‘tubes, watching old Go Go’s and Fun Boy Three and Modern English and Sigue Sigue Sputnik vids for daze. I liked the clothes and hair and makeup and getting ready to go to the show, or the club in the nights before grunge killed glamour and frat dorks flooded back in with their ugly cargo shorts and baseball hats. I was just not into that moaning beagle grunge bullshit with the tribal tattoos and dumb goatees and carwash clothing, at all. I never got past Charlie Sexton and Hanoi Rocks and Generation X and Sputnik-ya know?  We Atari babies even had a song, “Suicide Au Go Go” that went somethin’ like, “Gimee sci-fi sex in thigh high boots I’m smitten with the kitten in the latex suit, is that Betty Page in the go go cage guzzling Absolut?” I remember performing a buncha songs like that in our pink creepers and silver leather pants and makeup for some wonky grunge squares all lined up in the front row with their arms crossed cause we weren’t Alternative TM at all, we were still glammed to the hilt and channeling “Dancing With Myself” when the normies were all like wearing the Mr. Rogers sweaters and intentionally playing outta tune trying to be artsy Sonic Youths. Me and this older punk guitar player I knew with a big oversized black mohawk used to make cassette tapes using his like toy drum machine from the Sears catalog and one stray Bolan lick for hours at night when I was about seventeen and hiding from the truant officers. We thought we were gonna be as big as Suicide!



HAVEN’T GOT A CLUE

“”We cannot be sure of having something to live for, unless we are willing to die for it.” (-Che Guevara)

Jimmy Dore said it: Bernie Sanders killed his own movement. By shamefully endorsing Gropey Joe, who had no following, no real base, or support until the special bean counters with the deep state affiliated software worked their bad magic in Mayo Pete country on Super Tuesday and suddenly, ta-daaa, the guy who only came out of hiding with his wife from covid in the basement to insult workers in the heartland and assure Goldman Sachs and Les Wexner types that “Nothing Will Change”, the marketing strategists said he won, that a million elderly black people put their shoes on, drove to polls and stood in long lines in the pandemic, because they were supposedly, so moved and touched when Gropey Joe said the bit about how, “if you don’t vote for me, the guy who eulogized Stom Thurmond and wrote the Crime Bill and helped author the Patriot Act, who viciously attacked Anita Hill insuring Bilderberg fave sexist Clarence Thomas be seated to the frat boy Supreme Court, you ain’t black, Jack!” Then, came a flood of slow-mo videos of Kamala and Gropey walking real slow on the tarmac like men In Black Marvel comics characters…while wearing sunglasses. Ala Nafta Bill and Droner In Chief Obama. I laughed and wrote a parody song called “Joe Is Really Popular” I posted on Fascist Book. Bernie kept getting dispatched by the powers that be here and there to undermine support for populist movements, much like Reaganite-Obama to say things like, “Hugo Chavez was a communist dictator” or if we vote Republikkkan, we’ll be “on the road to fascism”. With the deep state spook takeover of our media monopolies, all significant news platforms, the sham debates and dubious hackable voting box hanging chad elections, and all social media, the alphabet gang gropers warehousing humans in for profit gulags, the alphabet gang gropers fondling people non consensually in our airports for Chertoff/Kerry profits and security theater and conditioning the population to conform or die, and the secret police monitoring and recording all our electronic communications, and arresting whistle blower journalists from embassies and indefinitely detaining them for years without trial with false outdated charges, all while rewarding traitor marketing brand politicians with plantation houses and libraries and big lucrative book deals and paying puppet propagandists millions a year to launch New Cold War us against them hysteria, I’d say we are already deep in the fascism, Bernie. Safespace shitlibs act like the two worst things that ever, ever, ever happened was Trump bragging to a legacy media Bush brat about how supposedly women will even let you blah blah blah if you’re rich and famous, which is something we’d kinda heard berfore from an awful lot of rappers and shitty poof metal dudes in the eighties, or that some psy op shaman in a Burning Man costume cried “freedom”, while somebody in an SCTV McKenzie Brothers “Great White North” outfit dragged a podium around, and an old redneck put his feet on Madame Jetset’s desk. Ho-hum, big deal, we saw way wilder protests of kkkops killing black folks at a steady rate of about three a day that “fund the kkkops” Gropey joe and Kopmala basically ignored after Pelosi and Schumer did their tacky take a knee photo op in the kenta cloth and gave the booj people Juneteenth, a holiday where working class black folks can not take the day off. KKKops still killin’ folks, black males are still mass incarcerated. They shrug and give us new Beyonce songs glorifying secret societies and weird temple on Epstein Island occult rituals. 

 Millionaires on Pig-Media and diabolical devil’s daughter, Lyn Cheney, all insist for hours a day, that USA torturing human beings at gitmo was no big deal, that the panopticon surveillance NSA revelations via Snowden are just how it is now, that the poisoning of Flint water and government coverup, whitewash, and ONGOING brazen failure to fix it were yesterdays news, the BP oil spill poisoning of the Gulf, the mercenary armies attacking water protectors was just the new normal, post Rumsfeld/Cheney, that soldiers collecting fingers as souvenirs in Afghanistan, Daddy Cheney’s toxic burn pits making all those veterans sick, the epidemic of veteran suicides, the debunked Colin Powell lies for war, the Democrat coordinated crackdown on last 3 significant protest movements and surveillance of civil rights activists, that USA, USA sending Rambo’s into Venezuela and trying to drone Maduro, still trying to overthrow Cuba on behalf of exiled sugar plantation grandchildren of mobsters and slave owners, brutally killing Gaddafi and laughing about it, slavery markets in Libya, Saudi slaughter of Yemen, Isarael killing and kidnapping innocents and reporters, all that’s just okeydokey and woke pro noun gender studies vegan translicious, according to see no evil shitlib suburbanites and P.C. wokewashed gentrification hipsters, but they are all still “traumatized”, supposedly, by bawdy Trump talk and Qshaman in the rotunda. Like they never been to a football game in Les Wexner’s hometown. Whitney Webb’s shown how all these events are connected to a shady blackmail operation being run by old man Maxwell’s worldwide spy and human trafficking operations, but the haves with the Amazon boxes on the porch, and Teslas in the driveway, already standing in front of Best Buy eagerly awaiting their fourth Monkeypox Boosters, all assure us everything is woke and scientific for feminism, and our biggest problem is like, Putin manspreading when he met Hillary. These bullshit narratives are crazy as fuck and anybody in their correct mind knows we are drowning in advertising lies, identity politricks empty marketing strategies, censorship and extremist propaganda from the top down. Stop worrying about black comics not being genderfluid enough. Start worrying about how the whole media is controlled by a shady elite and these multi billion dollar regime change wars and provocations for always more wars are gonna get us all killed. Organize your peers.

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WHAT ARE WE GONNA DO?

Problem with these boomers is almost none of ’em remember what it was like, to not live in their upperclass cloistered V.I.P. compounds. They all got some story about how they earned all their shit with their special expertise and sweat of their brow hardwork, so they got no compassion for the vast majority of human beings who are being grinded into dust by their Big Machine. A close friend of mine works for an idle heiress who inherited her many millions and the employer spends all her time buying more properties and decorating them. Nobody lives in five of them, so they are like, just tricked out storage spaces for all the Stuff she and her parents acquired on their overseas travels. Statues and shit. The crazy part is how this heiress is incapable of maintaining any kinda relationship, cause in her ego-trip, there are no equals, she can only hire employees who have to endure her longwinded boastings about how creative she is and how she is the world’s Greatest ARTISTE when it comes to her better homes and gardens and forever remodeling and shit. She can’t even have like a pet companion, requires too much service. Closest she can come to caring for anything other than her self is her gardening, which she pays her employees to do, all that weeding from the roots and plant watering, while she talks and talks and talks and talks about how she deserves all her shit for being such a creative genius. Now the friend she is telling all this to is in fact, probably a lot closer to being an ACTUAL genius-a painter, a writer, a great humorist philosopher theologian caregiver and someone who is extremely talented in five or six different areas, but the Boss is so self involved, she has NO IDEA who she is bragging to. If you get to ever go to work for one of these maniacs, that might pay you above minimum wage for all the relentlessly demanding hard labors, you’ll never be allowed to clock out on time, they always gotta keep you an extra hour, as a captive audience hostage, but you are really mainly getting paid to be a captive audience, a shrink/listener, while she rants on and on about how her siblings don’t deserve any share of the millions, only she does, see, deserve in the favorite word of the rich people, she deserves all this and much, much more because she’s the genius and virtuous Special One. Dad loved her best. The shit she picks out to purchase is the best stuff that only she has the extra special good taste to select. It takes a special genius to buy all that shit. They really believe that shopping outta catalogs or online is some kinda “ART”. They all really seem to believe this shit on some level, but then again, why do they need to say it all out loud to the Help each and every day? Over and over again like a mantra. Had a girlfriend like that once. A big DESERVE-r. She determined I was less deserving. I used to know some rich people’s moms who were rich divorcees who stayed cosmopolitan sophisticated posh people daytime drunk like those broads on that daffy “AB FAB” tv show from the UK and they always drunk dialed shitfaced and took hostages and meddled in their children’s lives, but summa these rich people are so control freak crazy, they can not even have relationships with their own kids.

While I was out walking in the baking hot 106 degree sun yesterday trying to walk off all the calories I consume since I quit smoking, you know from stress/anxiety related emotional overeating, I noticed how even the CHURCHES have all closed down under Covid and Biden’s great reset war on Russia, with media hammering us with fiction headlines about how Wal Mart mercilessly gouging all us slaves by raising their prices by thirty percent, and the monopolies buying up all the rental property, and Bill Gates buying up all the farmland and taking control of the supply chain infrastructure and regulatory agencies, is somehow supposedly, something to do with Putin pushing Nato expansionists off his front porch, everywhere you look, shit is drying up and dying in the escalating heat. People are all on edge, nobody really wants to share any of their shit with anybody else, they are all angry desert loners, cause even a $4 pint of rotgut vodka has gone up to $5.85 at the gas station, since Biden started giving the Ukraine another eight billion dollars for more guns every few days to slow bleed Russian resources while corporate media and Pelosi start manufacturing bullshit reasons to also, go to great reset war on Iran and/or China. There are almost no women where I live, so all the crazy old men all seem extra Weinstein, if ya know what I’m sayin’, extra depraved, horny, hardup, inappropriate and aggressive, whenever a female is present. Nobody seems to have spouses around here, they all just have two big pitbulls and big white oversized trucks, tall rusty fences, and it’s a total redneck Moose Lodge gun culture. People are pissedoff and paranoid, cause air conditioning costs alot of money, all these big trucks require gas, which is really expensive since “Nothing Will Change” Gropey Joe took office, and pro-war, fake progressives like AOC stopped fighting for universal housing, higher wages, or healthcare for all, pivoting instead to stock old culture war issues-guns and abortion, and the donor class desire to outlaw public protest. Hence, the shitlib’s singleminded, media driven focus on Maga protest from years ago. The deep state does not want the peasants assembling anymore, bad for business, makes elites feel ikky. Rich people do not like poor people gathering in public. In the Pacific Northwest, they already got all these laws against demonstrating, being outside, being downtown, unlawful camping, loitering, they wanna see your papers.

I used to live in the Karen Capital of the world, Honkytopia, Where Every Pedestrian Is A Suspect: Eugene, Oregon. We got the loss prevention aggressive hospitality and stop n frisk class kkkops following us around for failing to present as sufficiently middle class in their downtown gentrified, exclusion zone, everyday. It was not fun, Karens Kalling Kops everytime my son had any kind of mildly disruptive Autism behavior, or got loud cause it’s always sad to leave the park or pool or library, right? And since all those booj Judge Judy know it all rich people just go to college professionally their whole lives, they ALL think of themselves as child development experts, we’d get these appallingly adversarial Rainbow Family/Country Fair/Gender Studies hippie stoners approaching our family in public while THEY WERE CLEARLY HIGH, demanding I show them some proof that my loud son belonged to me, because he yelled or whined, which is what kids do. None of these experts have kids of their own apparently, or they would know that. These are just uncredentialed, entitled, awful shitlibs, acting like gentrification kkkops. It was madness, almost everyday. I’ll never forget the woman who lived next door to the boozy live music venue who used to Kall the kops on people for smoking cigarettes outside the venue. If you kall the kops, particularly as your go-to conflict resolution strategy, or just because you don’t think some male can be a competent parent if they aren’t a member of your posh upper-class, you suck, you are a ballsout class warrior, and are no ally of the poor. You might as well be Mitch McConell or Lindsey Graham, or even (GASP!) ORANGE MAN BAD, himself…No matter how many candlemaker, jingle jangly ankle bracelets,  tie-dye, patchouli, incense, reggae flags or pink triangles you layer on top of your privileged existence. I moved to an extremely poor place, after all that constant harassment in the booj-pig safe space collegetown, and I never get that treatment anymore, except at the town’s tourist trap gift shop where I buy cards for family on holidays, the owner oldsters never seem to remember me, always feel like they need to follow me ’round the shop while I look for the right card. I might have bought an additional object, a gift there today, had I found something affordable, before the old folks started getting in my space, giving me that “time’s up” energy. If you put the heat on people for shopping, they aint gonna give you as much money. Sometimes, they won’t come back. Not everybody is trying to rob you posh people. I can’t stand obnoxious “me, first”, entitled, know it all rich people. I just can’t stand ’em. I’m not impressed by any of their preferences, either: dietary, sexual, decorating, collecting, any of it. I avoid ’em as much as I can.

My friend Evad asked me if I heard the new Dramarama yet and the answer is no. I got nothin’. No record stores in a three hour radius from here. Extremely limited income streams and demanding kids wanting to purchase more stuff, that just ends up on the floor, everyday. We call it, “shit on floor”. I watched that “Reuniting The Bands” show on youtube with my computer screen headphones to block out some of the overwhelming sensory, loud teen media blare, and it almost made me cry a little. I guess it made me think of my old bandmates. I’m so glad Easdale got that group back together-they are this country’s last great uncorrupted institution, if you ask me, man can they play, and the songwriter is one of the alltime greatest, in my estimation. Cohen, Kristofferson, Chrissie Hynde, Paul K., John Easdale. When I went and looked for new songs by ’em on youtube, I discovered this one, “The Only Thing” and it reminded me, that all my messages to The People would probably be more potent and effective with a couple chords accompanying them. I wanna resume making music but where I live there are no punks, just me, and maybe like five or six money haver Faux hipster-bubble “alternative” musicians who are only into their own trip. If I ever do find some desert rat rocknroll collaborators, you’ll be hearing from me. Until then, enjoy some Easdale and his merry band of outstandingly talented and world class players, who never get enough credit for all their heartfelt pop and soul works of timeless value. Easdale’s the songwriter but man was he lucky to have found such stellar players, the guitarists are freakin AMAAAZING! Dramarama have so many fabulous glam and sixties psychedelic and seventies bubblegum pop and even punk influences, but there is something wonderfully heartlandish about John’s tunes. Little bit like Petty, Dylan, Seger, Mellencamp, Westerberg. All-Americana. He’s just flatout sensational. We used to argue about politics a bit but I get it, he lives with 5 women and Trump is an offensive oaf. I love the man Easdale and I know his heart is good, I’m just way more anti war radical leftist. Dramarama lived out a rare fairytale. Five lads from Wayne, New Jersey’s Looney Tunes record store basement ,who shook the world. They’re still at it, too! They’ve maybe even gotten better. I really like that drummer Tony Snow. They may have been one  of the last bands to make it big in show business without having to sell their souls to the evil corporations. I remember watching “Work For Food” at my friend Jenna’s house in Ft. Wayne Indiana when we were raccoon eyed bighaired kids watching MTV on a Sunday night and really being moved by their hooks, sensitivity, coolness, and observational lyrics. They have many, many good songs besides the big hits everybody’s moms are all hip to by now.”Box Office Bomb”, “Cinema Verite”, “Vinyl”, “Hi Fi Sci Fi”, “Bright Side”, they just have so many all the way through fabulous records and let us not forget their fantastic side project, Bentback Tulips. I’m always jealous of all those chubby tourist type people who can afford to take those fancy vacations to retro weekend new wave islands and shit to see bands like Dramarama and Duran Duran and Berlin playing on cruises, but I’ll admit I had to laugh a little when I watched a big audience of nostalgic cruise line folks bopping around to Modern English all garbed in these identical, corny, white and turquoise t shirts with the concert brand on them, that kinda was so antithetical to the whole spirit of the eighties express yourself weirdo individuality we all eminated.

REMEMBERING THE SHUG! ANTIQUATED GLORY! CLASSIC FANZINE KICKS GALORE!~

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COMING TO JESUS MOMENTS

It’s gotta be a bitch, even if just in the quiet hours, once you consciously decide to visit the proverbial crossroads and align your fortunes with people who seem to really, really like doing douchey things. Harder to ever admit wrong or walk away, or change directions on the road if you believe your special privileges all come directly from being in cahoots with the straight up evil nine to five, porky, dayjob bad guys, I dunno man, I got to a point where I had to distance myself from unrepentant, remorseless predators and even their suckup hangers on personal assistant entrouges. Every once in awhile, at least a couple times o’ year in a sentimental mood, like when David Lee Roth releases some unheard tracks about fun and friendship, growing up, having a ball all the time for years, loyalty or lack thereof, he’s writing those tunes about choices, about standing for something having character, courage and integrity, and almost involuntarily, I’ll find myself still sending the songs to my old sentimental favorite long lost cronies even though they made their bargain with the devil, some part of me’s always popping through a hole in the wall, maybe a little like Aerosmith in the RUN DMC video, peering in, hoping they might wanna change their mind. It’s just my teenage dreamer self always rushing out to meet the rejection. Well, even if those other guys can’t hear the message of these David Lee Roth songs, like “Low Rez Sunset” and “Damn Good”, you know I sure as fuck still can. All the way to my core. I think David writes songs at a Dylan level now. Don’t believe me, do ya? Listen to “Things Have Changed’ and “Not Dark Yet”, then go ahead and throw in some Leonard Chen “Closing Time” and “Boogie Street”, maybe even, “You Want It Darker”, THEN play some “Giddy Up” and “Pointing At The Moon” and “Nothing Could Have Stopped Us”. Me, I just ASPIRE to writing songs like all those cats, after all these years of trying and failing, squatting here in the wet, stinky basement of the “Tower Of Song”, I am pretty confident I have attained the acrobatic showmanship of Leonard Cohen along with a little bit of David Lee’s highbrow philosophical haiku religious prose. Some of those long gone cats these ancient pirate lords ole songs remind me of just continue to haunt me cause a couple of ’em really had something once, coulda been part of something greater than perpetual middle school high fiving of former sports assholes at the old man fratboy bar. I regret summa their poorer choices more than my own poor choices, which were notoriously, ridiculously bad, sometimes. “Wrong kind of non conformist”-that’s me. I’m just passing through this life, but man, the old times was good times, weren’t they!?! Aw well, see ya in the songs.

DON’T BE A STUPIDLY COMPLIANT PROPAGANDIZED SUCKER FOR WARS BASED ON LIES AND NEEDLESS WALL STREET GREEDHEAD RESOURCE PLUNDERING GLOBALIST AGGRESSIONS!

“House Speaker Nancy Pelosi has continued to pour gasoline on the foreign policy dumpster fire that is her planned visit to Taiwan next month, now reportedly encouraging other members of congress to come along for the ride.

“Speaker Nancy Pelosi, D-Calif., has invited a small group of lawmakers on her official trip to Taiwan, including the top Democrat and Republican on the House Foreign Affairs Committee,” NBC News reports.

This trip, which Beijing perceives as an egregious transgression of Washington’s longstanding one-China policy, is already so incendiary that the Pentagon is now planning to send in fighter jets and other war machinery to protect Pelosi’s plane in case of attacks by the Chinese military.

While already waging a war on Russia, the US empire is also really trying to start a war with China:

The US military is considering sending *fighter jets* to accompany a top US official as she meets with secessionists in China’s province of Taiwan, who are armed with US weapons. https://t.co/WV1azGMEdR

— Benjamin Norton (@BenjaminNorton) July 27, 2022

AP reports:

While U.S. officials say they have little fear that Beijing would attack the U.S. House speaker’s plane, they are aware that a mishap, misstep or misunderstanding could endanger her safety. So the Pentagon is developing plans for any contingency.

 

Officials told The Associated Press that if Pelosi goes to Taiwan — still an uncertainty — the military would increase its movement of forces and assets in the Indo-Pacific region. They declined to provide details, but said that fighter jets, ships, surveillance assets and other military systems would likely be used to provide overlapping rings of protection for her flight to Taiwan and any time on the ground there.

This risk alone would be reason enough to cancel the trip, but adding to the concern is the fact that the Chinese government has begun warning against it using the same “red line” language that Russia was using in the lead-up to its invasion of Ukraine.

“We have repeatedly made clear our our firm opposition to Speaker Pelosi’s potential visit to Taiwan. If the US side insists on making the visit and challenges China’s red line, it will be met with resolute countermeasures,” China’s Foreign Ministry spokesperson Zhao Lijiang said Wednesday. “The U.S. must assume full responsibility for any serious consequence arising thereof.”

“We have repeatedly made clear our firm opposition to speaker Pelosi’s…visit to Taiwan. If the US insists on…challenging china’s red line, it will be met with resolute countermeasures. The US must ensure full responsibility for any serious consequence arising thereof.” pic.twitter.com/1gV59GwRtF

— Fiorella Isabel (@FiorellaIsabelM) July 27, 2022

China has been using this same language since news first broke about Pelosi’s planned trip, with Chinese state media Global Times saying last week that “visiting Taiwan is definitely a red line that Pelosi must never cross.”

During the lead-up to the invasion of Ukraine, Russia was issuing similar warnings using the same phrase. Putin warned over and over again that the west was taking Moscow’s “red lines” on Ukrainian neutrality too lightly, and Washington brazenly dismissed those warnings while continuing to float the possibility of future NATO membership for Ukraine.

“I don’t accept anybody’s red lines,” President Biden told the press in December of last year when asked about the warnings.

Weeks later Putin made good on his threat, launching a horrific war that has killed thousands and which could easily have been prevented with a few low-cost concessions.

Was it worth it?

Of course not.

Joe Biden Tells Vladimir Putin Where to Shove His ‘Red Lines’ https://t.co/upLip4Sz9r

— Hal Sparks (@HalSparks) December 8, 2021

Failing to learn from history is one thing; failing to learn even from the last five months is quite another. Pelosi and whoever’s orchestrating her trip should abort those plans immediately, because the dangers that are being toyed with here are not worth the moral victory of being able to say that China didn’t make you swerve in the stupidest game of “chicken” that has ever been played.

And that’s exactly what’s happening here. China’s “red line” warnings make it clear that Pelosi landing in Taiwan will at best kick up brinkmanship between the two nations another notch, while Republicans are aggressively pushing the narrative that if the trip doesn’t happen it will mean that “Communist China is winning.” The political pressure is on the side of escalation, with even progressive Democrats supporting Pelosi’s move and calls for de-escalation and detente becoming increasingly relegated to the sidelines.

We shouldn’t have to deal with this. We shouldn’t be watching a whole new country added to the potential flashpoints for nuclear armageddon just because some octogenarian in congress is too old to care if her plane gets shot down. We shouldn’t be risking another deadly conflict which stands to benefit no ordinary person over what amounts to nothing more than petty egoic chest-pounding.

If Pelosi does not go to Taiwan, Communist China is winning.

— Sen. Marsha Blackburn (@MarshaBlackburn) July 26, 2022

We shouldn’t have to hope that the world’s most powerful people don’t take some idiotic risks for no good reason which could hurt us all or even end up getting us all killed. We should not have systems in place which can allow the worst things imaginable to happen if the tyrants who rule over us don’t happen to make the wisest decision on any given day.

Our futures shouldn’t depend upon the better angels of the worst monsters. Those with power have far too much of it, and the ordinary people of this world have not nearly enough.” (-Caitlin Johnstone)

“The pandemic era was the biggest money transfer scheme to the rich in history. And we are paying for it again with the cost of living crisis. It’s like a giant Ponzi scheme. And still millions of people appear to be either in denial or meekly accepting this gigantic swindle.” (-James Melville)

National Security Search Engine: Google’s Ranks are Filled with CIA Agents (mintpressnews.com)

“Still waiting for MSM to cover the clear evidence (which I put out 2 years ago) that Bill Gates’s relationship with Jeffrey Epstein began before 2001, at least ten years earlier than Gates has claimed.” (-Whitney Webb)

An Interview With John Pilger: “Assange Is the Courageous Embodiment of a Struggle Against the Most Oppressive Forces in Our World” (mintpressnews.com)

Lee Camp [Redacted] on Twitter: “In a totally bizarre interview Bill Gates was asked about Epstein & said, “Well, he’s dead. So you have to be careful.” Be careful to what? Ask you questions about him? https://t.co/8iAageVVdi” / Twitter

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BIG STAR AND THE ORIGINAL SUFFERING BASTARDS

Man, I got to see that Big Star documentary and was so sad for Chris Bell, really. I grew up in Kentucky and Ohio and was bible school programmed with a lot of the same shame and fear and guilt, and fire and brimstone, uptight control theology, as he was. Hell, nowadays, it feels like corporate media has kinda even injected that same old intolerant judgment and fear mongering garbage into the wokewashed faux left. I always understood Alex Chilton. When everybody wanted him to just keep rewriting Beatles songs forever, he decided he wanted to get weird, instead. I kind of love that about him. My longtime friend and pen pal, Bobby Durango and Ringo Jukes from Rock City Angels, worked with Jim Dickinson and I wish I would have gotten a chance to. That was one guy who woulda understood what me and my old jungle-instinctive soulman rock savage guitar player Nasty Bastard were up to in those stinky basements and cold as fuck abandoned pool hall squats. At first we even had a Bobby Keyes style sax player roommate honkin’ on all our no budget garage raunch and some cool chicks shakin maracas and goin’ do da do da do ad do to all our Dogs D’Amour and Hollywood Brats derivative songs. It was hard to keep a steady lineup in those years because everybody was getting older and being squeezed to get careers and make money and our brand of Dollsy punk was just so NOT in style at all. We had a very charming Irish bassplayer for awhile but he could never be relied upon to show up for band practice because he was simply just too good looking and every girl in town stood in line to date him. We had just started writing good songs in a basement bunker of a rent controlled apartment where about eight adults lived and loudly sang and all night drank. When one of the guitarists was off chasing some foxy chick, me and the other one would sit there and write a catchy pop song that people still play covers of in more than one faraway city. For awhile In Allston, Ma, we had these brothers from Walden Pond who were like our very own backup musician studio whizkid Flo & Eddie-they’d lend their note perfect Crowded House/Everly Brothers harmony singing to our budget rock junk shop glam offerings and that would instantly elevate the whole show. We’d been fortunate to find them at my Tower Records job, having lost two lead guitarists in one year-our first, sadly, tragically fucked off to go to college and become a bigtime NYC doctor, God Bless ‘im, and the second one who Nasty had found at his telemarketing job, had fallen in lust with my ex girlfriend and gotten sloppy around her, so we had to give him the boot. Both losses were painful for me, cause the first guy, was my original guy, the metal head kid who Jaysin B., my poofy haired new wave keyboardist I met at bad kids school, when we were like 12, had introduced me to-we were both in a diversion program for wayward punk delinquents-me, for using too much styling product and defacing my history textbook-him, for stealing cars and goin’ to Los Vegas. Our metal head pal in the shorts and Iron Maiden t shirt had somehow managed to avoid getting put on juvie probation in spite of setting Faurot Park on fire with lawnmower gasoline, I love that kid and really, really wish we could all get it back together and like the Beachboys sang, “Do It Again”, but I fear we’ve lost him permanently. “I didn’t see the time and I waited half my life away”, in the immortal words of Leonard Cohen. I don’t think he’s gonna show. He was perfect for us, could conjure magic out of any old Casio. His name was Dave, he looked like an androgynous cross between Mick Jagger and Joe Perry. Could drink for days. Girls loved him. As kids, we’d both been sortof adopted by this straight up dangerous hillbilly biker gang of notoriously volatile Viet Nam vets, so we might have been a little rowdy as kids, we would trash our instruments like the Who at out little Boy’s Club punk shows, ‘were known to sortof outrage and offend the status quo. He had a whole cult following of girls from his senior year in Missouri, who would follow him all the way to our bandhouse in Ohio and our front yard was always full of cars with outta state plates-they were mostly all our lead guitarist’s many groupies. The other guy, his replacement, was a witchy warlock goth dude named Tony, Arthur Lee’s godson, played 12 string guitar, had a feel like James Calvin Wilsey, helped us co write some of our best songs and always made me laugh like when I play back this old cassette and he says, “we’re too high to record”. Our stuff from back then might remind you of that band, The Front, from the late eighties, or even Mother Love Bone, had we properly recorded those songs, but on my shitty cassette tapes, it’s all noisey and I’m still doing that abrasive Taime Downe caterwaul, cause I had not yet affirmed my own voice to sing from, ya know what I mean? The songs were good but I sound like a cackling witch. That guy Tony, who really was a witch, used to play the Middle East all the time with a drummer named Hector and they were totally like T. Rex. Black Snake Moon, brooding, exotic goths, with like India influenced rhythm instruments. I really actually miss him, too, don’t know if he’s dead or alive. We spent a weekend with Arthur Lee at his old place, used to do speedballs and trip on acid, drink, and write, and he was really talented, but I made the mistake of letting him move in to  a weird little room half way up the stairs and he put the moves on my ex old lady. He knew I really loved her back then, so that was not cool at all. I genuinely liked that cat, too. A shame. I can even forgive motherfuckers but they gotta be sorry, and none of ’em are. Man, I still play our old cassette demo tapes from that era. We were shaping up to become like our Australian torch n twang and blues punk idols, the Scientists and Beasts Of Bourbon, we just needed to get it on tape, preferably with some heavy Cramps echo, ya know? That was what I saw in the Big Star doc-that access to recordings studios offers a real potential for ageless, timeless magic to take place. I often blame my good buddy and longtime cohort, incorrigible and unruly all-night hellraiser and crowd pleaser, Nasty F.B.  for alienating collaborators with his reckless motorcycle crashing hypermasculinity and bar brawling fuck you authenticity, but really, most of our creative obstacles were just class based. When he came through the one time with some kinda meager ($200?) recording budget from a reefer sale once, we went into this country music dude’s studio. He was a crackhead, which was why he only charged us $25 an hour. We recorded our little hearts out, Big Star style. Just purged our pure emotion onto the tape, kept the first or second take. This is how it is supposed to be done. All emotion, not photo shop, auto tune, redub, asskiss, fake as fuck, sterilized, emotion free bullshit. You ever hear The Replacements? Yes, we’ve established I do not sound just like Robin Zander. Yes, you already said that. Fuckface. Neither does your rich friend, you asskissing, money worshipping, say nothing sycophant. Those original songs we laid down were oldies but goodies, people covered ’em. Fanzines loved ’em. One of your favorite band’s lead singer said he wanted to cover one of our songs, actually. True story. 

The crazy crackhead sound engineer even laid down some honky tonk piano on one of our pop tracks, really giving it a Jim Dickinson/Jimmy Miller kindof appeal. You could hear my lyrics, the snare was poppin’, the guitar was like all shiny Harley Davidson chrome and black leather. Everytime we get to do it, it always rocks like a motherfucker, we just never really get to do it. In our twenties, when people from all backgrounds are partying, having their last brief moment of freedom, wildness, slumming, cultural tourism, whatever, still willing to consort with us lowly peasants from the bad side of the tracks, we’d attracted a lot of way richer people into our all night rocker hedonism hell, yeahs, underground subculture. We coulda, woulda, shoulda done so much more, but I was always getting sucked into dysfunctional Sid N Nancy codependency’s and my main man was always being dragged off to jail every time I’d summon the poor sucker for another punishing go of it, one of our amigos would always die, or he’d get arrested, or the van would break down and his girlfriend would use that as an excuse to cheat on him, or whatever, some stupid tribulation would always ensue. I quit saying anything about putting the band back together cause it really felt like some evil gypsy put a curse on us, every time I started a band, somebody died or went to jail. That’s why I used to roll my eyes at all those Junk Records bands, cause man, oh man. They sang about fast times, but motherfuck, we lived ’em. We confused people back then cause we had our catchy summertime pop side, we loved stuff like Flesh For Lulu and The Pretenders, the alarm and even The Beachboys, We were perceived as a metal band cause we sorta dressed glam, but we were always more STOOGES derivative than anything like, you know-Poison. The Middle East told us, “try the Channel’ cause we wore makeup and red vinyl trousers. We were certainly not anything like the fucking Lemonheads. We were there to tear the place up, knock the tables over, make the old drunks cry, go home with the waitress, not everybody got it. We were a wild band outta time. In more ways than one.

The Original Suffering Bastards were legends in our own grime. Last time we went to record, for a compilation album tribute to one of our idol’s bands, Nasty the Bastard, the Steve Jones like riffmeister extraordinaire, our very own Malcolm Young figure,  got waylaid on the side of the highway, his came to the rescue associate put me on a bus a couple blocks from the famous Alice’s Restaurant, and I found our former backup bandmates playing a crummy show in a second floor bar in Harvard Square just like that. From the bus station to the subway to the payphone and somebody’s wife told me they were playing across the street from the payphone, so I went and sat at the bar right behind the lead guitarist and started drinking from his glass. Elbowed him all casually and he was shocked to see me after several years of being stuck in the hellish streets of the nineties grunge makeover, fratboy Midwest. Me and him immediately commenced making demos in his fancy recording studio and some of it sounded like the Beasts Of Bourbon. Ringo Kidd compared one of our tracks to Nikki Sudden. We wrote a tune that sounded like The Pretenders but my vocal was not good at all on that one, was still doing a cheeseball Ian Astbury impression outta simple lack of self worth, poor self esteem cowardice, unfortunately, if you wanna know the truth of it, so I seldom play it for anybody. We were waiting for homeboy to get his Sin-Mobile van repaired to join us in our recording endeavors, but he kinda took too long and after a couple weeks, I’d worn  out my welcome with our former collaborators. They were posh private school people and while we had bonded in our early twenties over our mutual love of pop songs and heavy drinking, they were sorta getting ready to get married and do the whole real estate and home improvement and culinary institute hokeypokey. They were good guys, fun when they were drinking, but also under incomprehensible pressure from their parents and wives to start bringing in A LOT MORE MONEY. When they said they were going to be gone for a few days, on their parent’s yacht, I took that as a message. It was kindof a bummer cause we had laid down about six songs working towards a releasable album. I still stand by two of the tunes from those sessions. 25 years later. I was stuck there in the drummer’s big empty house with a flash recording studio in the basement just sitting idle and alone and going through their ratty college dorm couches for quarters to buy malt liquor and calling my old hombres from Boston to come hangout. One was busy going to recovery meetings and getting ready to wed some chick from M.I.T. he never really wanted me to meet, cause everybody saw me and Nasty in our blue leather jackets and mirrored sunglasses as savage undesirables back then. One was busy working at a health food store, he’d been one of my best friends and contributed absolute genius writing to all my early fanzines, was roommates with Dave n Nasty on Park Drive. Only local I could really find, who was still in a punk rock mode of consciousness, was Jimmy Reject an author and wild boy and drummer of Dimestore Haloes. He never made it to the studio, but we stayed up all night drinking “together” and talking on the phone. I ended up loving that kid. (RIP) Jimmy Reject. Before he joined the Haloes, he wrote me a crazy letter on grocery bag paper with pink crayon once. Like I said, wild boy. Look for his book, “The Enemy Within”. It’s a classic. Those brothers we used to play with both became successful entrepreneurs and joined their retired college professor Dad’s alternative band, which is really pretty sweet and romantic, if you think about it. I got along good with that guytheir dad, -he was a big Pogues fan and had not always been rich, we’d drink and tell each other stories. Nasty had some hard times, I got broken up with by my baby mama. Killed me, went on the spiral for awhile. The track that came out on that compilation tribute sounds kinda forced and there was not enough cowbell. You can’t make this shit up. I still dream of reconvening with my Bastards brothers and making more music before we die. We’re pretty good songwriters and performers, really. I love all those former bandmates of mine. Well…most all of ’em. God bless us, everyone.

Biden Administration Expected to Soon Declare Monkeypox a Health Emergency

Politico reported:

The Biden administration is expected to declare monkeypox a public health emergency in the coming days, according to two people with knowledge of the matter.

The declaration, which is made by the Department of Health and Human Services, would follow a similar decision made last weekend by the World Health Organization. By designating the outbreak an emergency, HHS could then take a slew of actions, including accessing new money and appointing new personnel, according to the law that dictates how and when the federal government can declare such an emergency.

The people with knowledge of the matter said the declaration is expected as soon as the end of the week. But the decision is not yet final, and a spokesperson for HHS said the agency “is continuing to explore options.”

HHS Secretary Xavier Becerra is scheduled to hold a press conference on monkeypox Thursday morning.

Pfizer Quarterly Sales Surge to Record High, Driven by COVID Vaccine and Antiviral Treatment Paxlovid

CNBC reported:

Pfizer’s second-quarter revenue and profit beat Wall Street expectations, driven by sales of its COVID-19 vaccine and its antiviral treatment Paxlovid.

Pfizer booked $27.7 billion in revenue, a 47% increase over the same period last year and its largest quarterly sales on record. The pharmaceutical company reported $9.9 billion in net income, a 78% increase over the second quarter of 2021.

Pfizer’s COVID vaccine brought in $8.8 billion in revenue for the second quarter, while sales of Paxlovid totaled $8.1 billion. The company maintained its 2022 sales guidance for the vaccine of $32 billion and is still expecting $22 billion for Paxlovid.

The company also reiterated its overall 2022 revenue and earnings guidance. Pfizer is expecting $98 billion to $102 billion in sales this year and earnings per share of $6.30 to $6.45.

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Lorne Behrman releases new video/single “I Hope The Sun Doesn’t Catch Us”

NYC punk rock n’ roll singer-songwriter-guitarist LORNE BEHRMAN today (July 27) shines a light on the history of NYC rock with his Television-inspired song video, “I Hope The Sun Doesn’t Catch Us,” by sharing its video. This is the second single + video from his upcoming solo debut album A LITTLE MIDNIGHT due out September 16 on Spaghetty Town Records. It follows LORNE’s acclaimed 2021 four-song EP When I Hit The Floor, which prompted the esteemed Jesse Malin to note: “Real blood and guts rock and roll that bleeds with soul and redemption.” Watch the “I Hope The Sun Doesn’t Catch Us” video, directed by David J Barron and filmed in Manhattan, HERE. Also read a new Q&A below about the song that will be released digitally this Friday, July 29.

“I Hope The Sun Doesn’t Catch Us” is tough and tuneful NYC rock with a tender emotional heart that embraces the lyrical surrealism and guitar flights of pivotal band Television. The video by LORNE, who previously played in The Dimestore Haloes, L.E.S. Stitches, The Dead Tricks and most recently The Sweet Things, was premiered yesterday (July 26) by MXDWN, which noted the video: “…gives viewers an incredible sight of Behrman strumming his guitar with fantastic talent and singing about hoping that the sun doesn’t catch us, as we follow a man and woman on the streets of New York trying to get away from the sun that is blaring down on them.”

The 10-song A LITTLE MIDNIGHT is a series of New York City vignettes haunted by shadows but guided by light. The words here are literate and lacerating, recalling the street poetics of Lou Reed, Richard Hell, and Television. The songs feature stark and fluid guitar playing in the spirit of The Stooges’ James Williamson, Johnny Thunders, and Lou Reed.

“This album is about struggling to be reborn,” LORNE shares. “Wanting to run back to the arms of toxic people or the patterns of self-destruction. It’s about clawing your way to a new existence while acknowledging all the causalities, and all you’re letting go. You glimpse a new life, but you don’t feel it yet.”

The album’s raw but polished production aesthetic is courtesy of producer Matt Chiaravalle (Warren Zevon, Joe Bonamassa, Spacehog). A LITTLE MIDNIGHT was mastered by Grammy-nominated engineer Joe Lambert. Wyldlife bassist Spencer Alexander designed the album artwork, and it is a subtly playful homage to the cover of Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers’ Damn the Torpedoes.

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Def Leppard “Hysteria” Track-By-Track Anniversary Review

“Hysteria” was released on this day in 1987! DEF LEPPARD wasn’t my favourite band in those days, I was more into sleaze rock and glam metal but there was something special about the band that was growing bigger and bigger while the world was patiently waiting for this promised “No filler” album. Indeed, “Hysteria” was a highly anticipated record since their previous and very successful (over 6 million copies sold !) album “Pyromania” was released in 1983. At that time, 4 years to make an album seemed like an eternity but drummer Rick Allen was involved in a car accident in 1984 and his arm was amputated shortly after due to an infection. He then decided that he could use his legs more than his arms and got a special electronic drum kit designed for him. The band never thought about replacing Allen and he had to practice his new drumming technique for months on his new Simmons kit before being able to play live again. “Hysteria” took over three years of recording and producer Robert John “Mutt” Lange had this idea of making a rock version of Michael Jackson‘s “Thriller” in mind.
The cover art by Satori seemed very modern in the 80s and the album had 12 tracks which was considered as quite long since most records had 10 songs (5 on each vinyl side) but CDs were starting to get very popular despite their high prices. 62 minutes might have seemed confusing for most hard rock fans in 1987 although it wouldn’t be anymore a few years later…

1. Women

This is a bit of a weird choice as an opener but when you think about it, it sets the mood for the whole album, the huge electronic snare drum, the melodies, Joe Elliot’s voice and the powerful computerized backing vocals.

2. Rocket

Staring with a Gary Glitter kind of drum sequence, this song is a tribute to 70s glam rock with modern arrangements. The long bridge in the song almost sounds industrial and hip-hop and it perfectly illustrates Lange’s ideas to borrow from many different genres. A crossover that will become the norm later in the 90s.

3. Animal

I had bought this single a couple of months before the album was released and couldn’t stop listening to it. Moreover, it was one of the rare hard rock songs to be featured in the Top 50 (French billboard)! Steve Clark and Phil Collen’s guitars work perfectly together in this song. A catchy chorus and a slight new wave touch that makes it unique.

4. Love Bites

In the 80s, hard rock bands had to write good power ballads if they wanted to have a chance to get on MTV and this song seems to be the perfect one to reach wider audiences especially in the United States. It definitely helped.

5. Pour Some Sugar On Me

The last song that was written for the album and now a hit in every strip club in America! The huge drums and the almost rap verses make it fit very well in the rap/hard rock crossover started by RUN DMC and AEROSMITH only a year before and the crowd-pleasing chorus makes it one of the bests selling singles of the band ever.

6. Armageddon It

Maybe the most “classic rock’n’roll” song on the album digging its influences in the 60s/early 70s and a very memorable chorus again. A lot of fun and a very good choice to end the side A of the vinyl since it definitely makes you want to listen to more!

7. Gods Of War

Probably my favourite song on the album. It was based on the opening riff by Steve Clark.The electronic drum sound coupled with Rick Savage’s bass line used to make me think of The SISTERS OF MERCY and it actually still does! Although this is not goth rock, this song definitely has a dark cold war atmosphere which is increased by the war samples and Margaret Thatcher’s/Ronald Reagan’s voice in the last part.

8. Don’t Shoot Shotgun

Your typical 80s hard rock song with a different approach to production. Probably designed for live shows.

9. Run Riot

Another classic hard rock song with lots of great guitar riffs and plenty of stadium energy. Joe Elliott’s voice gets closer to the AC/DC influenced songs from the previous albums on here.

10. Hysteria

One of the best songs on the album, mellow and emotional with a special atmosphere and Joe Elliot sounding amazing! The solos have a bit of a Bowie‘s “Heroes” mood. What a great song!

11. Excitable

A good rock song with a bit of an 80s disco new wave/new romantic vibe (Duran Duran…) and a sweet dance rock flavour.

12. Love and Affection

A moody midtempo song with a lovely chorus that puts an end to the album in an elegant way.

“Hysteria” sold over 20 million copies in the world which makes it not only the best-selling album of the band but also one of the best-selling hard rock albums ever! It is also the last album of the band to feature guitarist Steve Clark and there is no doubt that there was a before and an after “Hysteria” for the band as well as for the world. It also started a new approach to production: Recording “Hysteria” with modern technology would take much less time but the way it was made is probably part of the reason why it is still special nowadays. I still own my vinyl copy and still play it from time to time… /Laurent C.

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