Used Bin Forever!

Notable cuts of punk/garage/indie/crap that I feel is worth your while, with an editorial gabfest intended to charm you. Oh, and those mp3 links--don't worry, they're not pop-ups. When you click on a link, a new window will open to the site that hosts that mp3 or zip (often Sendspace). Scroll down and the download link will be waiting for you if it's still available. If you have records you no longer want, give 'em to me. I love this crap. Persons may email usedbinforever@yahoo.com.

Wednesday, January 31, 2007

RUSTY JAMES

As far as I can tell, an LP and a 7" represent all the output a band called Rusty James tossed us before disbanding. Their moment was in 1995, and despite its brevity I'm glad it happened.

I'd hate to stroke a cliche, but they were Germany's answer to Jawbreaker. But, damn, I guess that's kind of unfair too. I'm quite certain their moody punk was influenced by the 24 Hour Revenge Therapy precedent, but RJ had the chops to stand out on their own.

At times I prefer the vocals on the side, but the music is great. While I can't really say it's in a class unto itself, it doesn't always go where you think it's going. The melodies sometimes skid into unexpected progressions that work and make perfect sense, but, ya know, you don't always see it coming.

The factoids were few. Last.fm had just a straw of information to disclose: Rusty James were a band from Bremen, Germany. They were around in the early to mid 90's. They played melodic punk rock, in many ways inspired by Jawbreaker.

They agree!

A wishlist found on Recordnerd.com said, Members of Systral, Carol, and Age playing Weezer-esque melodic punk. Fucking brilliant!

Eh, Weezer? I disgree completely. That's pretty weak. Rusty James doesn't do any cutesy stuff. The music doesn't match that either, which you'll soon hear. It also falls short of "fucking brilliant" status, but it is great stuff. Real smooth.

Whether either of these items are still in print, I can't say, but I doubt they are. Either way, you can find used copies of the LP on several Internet markets, and for cheap. The purchase is worth making. To get you excited, here are the first four songs from the LP, and the lion's share of the 7" (bundled together in zip file).

From the LP, Save the Last Dance For Me (Love Records, 1995):
Birthday
A Movie
Bow
I Hate Goodbyes

From the 1995 7":
Bulletin
The Boxer and His Wife

Tuesday, January 30, 2007

HED

Factually, I don't know jack about Hed. They were from Connecticut, and my knowledge stops there. The only other thing I can say with confidence is that they're a gold nugget for fans of Polvo and Unwound. And they were pretty damn good.

This 7" is from 1991, so you'll have a tough time arguing that Hed was imitating the aforementioned. Though the similarities are strong, Hed seems to have arrived there by their own instincts, and that makes them something of note.

And that's all I can say, folks. Noisy, squealey, catchy and confident, here's an obscurity for your consideration. If anyone has any info to throw down, leave me a comment.

Title: Drool
Label: Exploding Cow/Mondo Psychotic
Year: 1991
Tracks:
Slott
Newspaper Myth
Birthday Cake

Here's a zip file of the 7"

Friday, January 26, 2007

DEAD MILKMEN/ROY "C"

This one's a two-parter. I'll deal with the Dead Milkmen first.

I'm not really sure what's had me so glued to the Dead Milkmen lately, but for the past few weeks, they've been my band of choice.

I'm only 26, so I don't go as far back with the Milkmen as some, but they go all the way back with me. In 1993, when I was just 13 and in the shallow end of underground music, they became the first real-deal, tell-all-your-friends-about-it punk band I got to see live. This was before I became a working man with money to blow on music, so the only experience I'd had with this band was with my Big Lizard in my Backyard and Soul Rotation cassettes, but considering how consumed I was with their snottiness, I was as excited as anyone to see them perform.

My memory of that show is, ehh, fairly sharp. I remember being pretty nervous about going. I'd never been to a venue to see a band I liked. What if the scary punks beat me up?! But when I arrived (got dropped off, haha), aside from a few punky dudes, the crowd was pretty diverse and tame looking. The venue was dark and loud, but once I got used to it, there was no way out of a good time.

They played the catchy hits from Big Lizard and Soul in a set of other catalog classics I had yet to absorb (that came shortly after). Days later I discovered that most of the set came from Not Richard But Dick, the album they were touring to support.

Back at school, my buddy Tim Perkins (rest in peace, my friend) offered to dub his brother's copy of Not Richard for me, which first exposed me to the album. Some songs I loved, some songs I dug less, but I always listened to it start-to-finish without skipping a track. I don't think I consciously acknowledged it at the time, but the Dead Milkmen were pretty much my favorite band, and this album was driving that idea home.

Some songs I rewound again and again for repeat listens. "Leggo My Ego," "Jason's Head" and "Nobody Falls Like" were the ones I couldn't shut-up about. At that age I had soaked up a fair amount of of good punk and hardcore, like Minor Threat, Middle Class, Bad Brains and other starting points, but these songs from Not Richard (and the classics from Big Lizard) were some of the coolest tunes I had ever heard. For all I knew, nobody else wrote songs like this because nobody else had the personality to get there.

So maybe some preconscious nostalgia is throwing these old Dead Milkmen hits back on the player, but whatever the case, their music is potent as ever. I hear similar stories from most Milkmen fans I talk to.

It's a bummer Soul Rotation and Not Richard But Dick are both out of print (here's why if you don't already know the details). Luckily, both are pretty easily tracked down on Amazon or eBay for just a few extra bucks, and I highly recommend you seek them out. If you're new to this band, I absolutely suggest you start from Big Lizard in my Backyard and then move to Eat Your Paisley before diving into their latter titles. Plus, those two are still in print, so your purchase will, indeed, help the band (whereas purchasing a used, out-of-print copy won't earn the band a dime of royalties).

And so after all that jibber-jabber, here are my favorite jams from Not Richard But Dick.

Leggo My Ego
Jason's Head
Nobody Falls Like

There will be more writings on the Dead Milkmen and their other albums at Microwaved Leftovers of Revenge when I get around to it. I'll try and make mention of them here at UBF when they're posted.

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Alright, the second part is a quickie. I was cleaning the dust off some old, beaten 45s the other night and thought this one to have some relevance with present-day goings-on. I don't need to explain why. Plus it's just a good song.

Now like I said, it's a beater, and my copy is pretty busted, so excuse the *tiny* skip at the beginning and some surface noise. If you can get through my scratchy-but-catchy rip of this song, you'll dig the album it's on, called Sex & Soul. No skips or crackles there.

From 1973, here's Roy "C" with "Open Letter to the President."

Thursday, January 25, 2007

THE BOULEVARD PARK TRIO

When Crud Crud's Scott Soriano told me the Sacramento music scene was incestuous, he wasn't dicking around. More on that in a minute.

My chum Gordie hocked this one at me a while back and I've been getting a lot of enjoyment from it. The Boulevard Park Trio played clangy, budget surf-rock instrumentals similar in theme to the Finks, the Bomboras and the like.

Between these four songs they visit the common themes of crime, women and deserted islands, but the delivery is just as good and fun as any of the band's peers.

I had zero biographical notes to go on, but after noticing the BPT was from Sacramento--well, that's a pretty strong lead. Google the name of an early '90s Sacramento band and you'll likely find a tangled family tree of rock on the No Kill I's website dealing with your query. Sure enough, the BPT was deep in the mix.

Bassist Nic Offer went on to sing for !!! and Out Hud among others, guitarist Tristan Tozer was in Los Huevos among others, and all three shared time in Yah Mos. There's your relevance.

Title: Civic Pride
Label: Secret Center
Year: 1994
Tracks:
Long Shot
Another Crush
Runnin' From the Man
Lost Continent

Take it in a zip file.

Friday, January 19, 2007

V/A FREEDOM OF CHOICE

Here’s a concept that’s been chewed to death, often with results at which to cringe. Does it happen here? I’ve heard arguments for both. Either way, the big names of the day, being 1992, all convene here to give the completists another track to track down.

Oh, the concept? Sorry, forgot to unfurl. I’ll let the subtitle do the talking: “Yesterday’s New Wave Hits As Performed by Today’s Stars.” The “stars” description might mislead someone into thinking this disc involves Michael Jackson, Extreme, Gerardo or whoever, but such is not the case. The biggest name here is actually Sonic Youth, followed closely by Superchunk, Redd Kross, Mudhoney and Das Damen. Who else we got? My faves are Polvo and Erectus Monotone, but there are plenty of others you’ll recognize, all covering songs from the prior decade. And yes, someone just had to do “Tainted Love,” but the thankful absence of "Video Killed the Radio Star" makes it okay.

Why’d they do this? Not just for fun, but for Planned Parenthood (Oh! Freedom of Choice! I get it!). I hope they made their money.

Oh, and I love how the liner notes credit “Jon Wubster” as the drummer for Superchunk. As I’ve mentioned a few times before, I’m a foaming fan of Jon Wurster’s drumming and comedy. It just made me laugh.

Alright…

Title: Freedom of Choice
Year: 1992
Label: Caroline

Sonic Youth Ca Plane Pour Moi
Muffs Rock and Roll Girl
Erectus Monotone Destination Unknown
Redd Kross How Much More
Tiny Lights 5’1”
Mudhoney Pump It Up
Das Damen The Wait
Finger Tainted Love
It’s O.K. Wishing
Yo La Tengo Dreaming
White Flag Wuthering Heights
The Connells I Got You
Big Dipper Homosapien
Polvo Mexican Radio
HypnoLoveWheel Antimusic
Chia Pet Don’t You Want Me Baby
Permanent Green Light Hero Worship
Superchunk Girl U Want
Soul Asylum Baby Baby (not credited on track list)

Here it is in a knocked-up zip file.

Tuesday, January 16, 2007

V/A USE THIS COUPON

After a few comment-box conversations here with a knowlegable dude called "Twistworthy," I found out he was in a band I threw on many a mixtape back in the '90s: Trigger Quintet. But as much as I dug the band, I was lacking greatly in material. In fact, I only had one of their songs in my possession.

It was far and away the best track on a v/a LP called Use This Coupon, issued by Slave Cut in 1996. "Heavyweights" such as Constatine Sankathi and Car Vs. Driver were undoubtedly the selling points, but neither could deliver the chops Bakamono and Trigger Quintet dished out.

Sorry to say, the potential excellence of Use This Coupon breaks when the needle hits the b-side, comprised of bands Nuclear Winter and Bubblejug. I just can't get into them. Matter o' fact, digitizing this LP, today, marked only the second time I've gone through the b-side. Afterwards, I flipped it back over and gave the a-side another go.

Title: Use This Coupon
Label: Slave Cut
Year: 1996

Constatine Sankathi Classical
Car Vs. Driver Dragonfly
Bakamono Smooth Surf Ace, Mid-Bright Tone
Trigger Quintet Crash Course
Nuclear Winter Blue Skies
Bubblejug Continuation

Here it is in a zip file.

Friday, January 12, 2007

OLD SKULL

To be honest, I didn’t know Old Skull was a real band. Really, I didn’t. I thought it was a gag, through and through. I don’t mean ‘gag’ in that Weird Al sort of way. Weird Al was real. Basically, I thought the existence of Old Skull to be complete fiction beyond a mere novelty act, and it’s another story why (too long of a story, really, but if I say “Scharpling & Wurster” and that makes sense to you, then there ya go).

Here’s a partial bio I pulled from Allmusic:

Hardcore punk's answer to the Shaggs (or maybe Jordy), Old Skull were a novelty coup in their original incarnation: a trio of nine-year-old boys who played their own instruments (more or less), and screamed out profanities and social protests with bratty aplomb. If their musicianship wasn't exactly precocious, some of their lyrical topics were, leading to rumors that producer Vern Toulon — also the father of two Old Skull members — had ghostwritten much, if not all, of their material. Thanks largely to their novelty appeal, Old Skull managed to score a deal with a prominent indie label in Restless Records, and survived for two albums…

Of the two albums mentioned, this post concerns the first: Get Outta School (for your knowledge, the second was called C.I.A. Drugfest, and Allmusic must be winking at us by giving each album an unreal 4.5 out of 5 stars). An obscure goof can only pay the bills for so long, so it’s little wonder why Restless cut this one (and the other) loose.

Regarding Vern Toulon’s implication in masterminding Old Skull’s lyrical content, he surely did to the extent of “Homeless,” which directs aggression toward the Reagan administration. Of course, I hated Reagan at age nine, too, but I sure didn’t know why. Wait—did I hate Reagan?

Anyway, here’s a strange moment in punk rock history. Old Skull was, indeed, a band of nine-year-olds slopping up some completely ludicrous tunes worthy of a conversation here at UBF. Put this one on your reference shelf. There's no way you'll get enjoyment from it.

Title: Get Outta School
Label: Restless
Year: 1989

Homeless
Get Outta School
Jesus Died on the Cross
AIDS
Skate or Die
The House is on Fire
James
Love is Hell
Hot Dog Hell
Get on the Bug
Kill a Dead Eagle
Kick Ass
Kick Ass
Who Lit the House
Let’s Go Kill that Man
Ogre

Here it is in a zip file.

P.S. For those who do know Old Skull’s story, I strongly suggest you see what I meant when I referred to Scharlpling & Wurster. Purchase New Hope For the Ape Eared. You’ll love it. For those who are new to Old Skull in light of this post, get it anyway. You’ll love it.

Saturday, January 06, 2007

The Replacements

Alright, I’m gonna show off my music smarts by saying “The Mats” instead of “The Replacements.” Just kidding. I’ve always abhorred those in-the-know code names.

A rarity far from obscurity, the 1984 The Shit Hits the Fans recording is referenced, mentioned, praised, fabled and shat upon by rock writers and collectors the world over. You can read its complete, first-person story here, but I’ll give you my brief version:

From up on an Oklahoma rock club balcony, a show-goer was bootlegging the Replacements gig unfolding before him. When the band’s sound guy, Bil MacLeslie, discovered the bootlegger’s shady activity, he promptly seized the cassette from the recorder. After the show, MacLeslie’s curiosity bubbled and he popped the confiscated tape in the van’s stereo. Wow, he thought. This sounds great! Actually, to quote MacLeslie in his account, “This was the best live bootleg tape I had ever heard [at the time].”

And so it passed through the necessary channels to be officially issued by Twin Tone on commercial cassette. Supposedly limited to only 2,000 copies, this recording is one of the more renowned bootlegs in rock history (Yes, I know there are so many, but I’m trying to be dramatic here).

As far as I’ve read, the bootlegger never made his identity known.

Neat story.

Personally, I think it sounds like a turd. Aside from a couple electrifying moments ("Can't Hardly Wait" and "I Will Dare" have charm), the songs are sloppy-joe and the audio quality is smoggy. The demonic powers of alcohol allowed Thin Lizzy’s “Jailbreak,” Sabbath’s “Iron Man,” U2’s “I Will Follow,” and other classic covers to be slashed to stenchy ribbons by young Westerberg and the boys. I guess in all fairness, they didn’t know they were being taped. But still, commercially release it? Eh, whatever, shit happened. If there are any hungry Replacements fans out there, here ‘tis for your educational stimulation.

My copy is a vinyl bootleg, renamed When the Shit Hits the Fans by the label that reissued it. Regarding the quality, I will say that my digitization process inadvertently sprayed off some of the mud, giving it a cleaner sheen. So it has been slightly improved from my source. Since there really are no comfortable breaking points to divvy up the tracks, each side is a single mp3. I'm assuming everyone out there has high-speed internet. The purists should be appeased.

Title: When the Shit Hits the Fans (renamed from The Shit Hits the Fans)
Label: Get Crap (originally Twin Tone)
Year: 1984 (originally)

Side One
Lawdy Miss Clawdy
Sleeping Nights of Jesus
Lovelines
I'll Be There
Sixteen Blue
Can't Hardly Wait
I Will Dare
Hear You Been to College
Saturday Night Special

Side Two
Iron Man
Misty Mountain Hop
Heartbreaker
Can't Get Enough of Your Love
Jailbreak
Breakdown
No More the Moon Shines on Loreena
Mirror Go Round
Left Here in the Dark
Takin' Care of Business
I Will Follow
Jumpin Jack Flask
Radio Free Europe
More Fun in the New World
Let it Be

Tuesday, January 02, 2007

ABCs of Punk compilation

The artwork is cheesy and the title is awful, but the label was reputable and the bands are some of its era's best. The concept? A punk band for every letter of the alphabet, which gives this 1997 comp's title the relevance it needs. From Action Patrol to Zoinks!, the ABCs of Punk has just a couple dull consonants, two awkward minutes of punk-ska and a copout for the letter 'T' (it's a "the" band) in between a mix of excellent '90s punk, screamy to trashy.

You'll recall my posts on fellow regionales Action Patrol and Cornelius. Both bands have a letter on this comp (one of 'em I've already mentioned, thus ruining the catchiness this sentence could've had), which mark its high points. Some other bands of honorable mention? Eagle Bravo, In/Humanity, Doc Hopper and Men's Recovery Project were in the primes of their lives. Heck, even Four Hundred Years makes the 'F' spot proud.

This comp was mentioned in a convo of nostalgia the other day (as was another comp, Attaining the Supreme, released on the same label responsible for this one), so I gave it a spin when I got back to the house and admired how well most of it held up over time. Goddamn I love that Cornelius song.

Since this post is pretty damn large, I've uploaded the LP (and the bonus 7") as two zip files, one for each side. Scroll on down.

Title: ABCs of Punk (various artists)
Label: Whirled
Year: 1997

Action Patrol Benign
Braid Bridge to Canada
Cornelius Novels of Our Grandfathers
Doc Hopper Iron Fist
Eagle Bravo Steppin' Out
Four Hundred Years Sequence
Gus Hand to Mouth
Hellnation Information Barrier
In/Humanity Super Plan B-10
J Church Socialist Newspaper
Kerosene 454 T-Minus 100
Less Than Jake Son of Dick
Men's Recovery Project Fresh Frankness
Norman Mayer Group Albeit L 15
Oblivion Hey Chewbacca
Pezz Mohunker
Quadiliacha Ben Burton Park
Rye Coalition We Have Ridden
Sleepytime Trio Flake City
The Fresh-O-Matics Death On I-85
Unsettled Genocide
Vanbuilderass I Think I Can See
Wesley Willis I Can't Drive
X-Rays Totalled Baby
(Young) Pioneers The Marching Blue Ants
Zoinks! Pedistal

Side One
Side Two (plus bonus 7")