tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16461222042590412832024-03-20T18:03:02.889+09:00Distortion to HellUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger3125truetag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1646122204259041283.post-83901355888956266622011-01-23T09:24:00.058+09:002024-02-20T03:30:34.889+09:00STUMBLEFUCK<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 180%; font-weight: bold;">STUMBLEFUCK</span></div>
<span style="font-size: 180%;"><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLzARUGEi3sQOBeeZvr6MWoUkArBN0wjsyTsUEhkQNb08klZbvJbyfR-FiakgoiHY6aGTnNbtbfzuXzhpACyoE1SEekDsUfZLwRsZuMYZHqeNxEOEWoTrUGgg-ZwmyfaIS6H9cCoA0heA/s1600/rupture+logo.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"><img alt="" border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLzARUGEi3sQOBeeZvr6MWoUkArBN0wjsyTsUEhkQNb08klZbvJbyfR-FiakgoiHY6aGTnNbtbfzuXzhpACyoE1SEekDsUfZLwRsZuMYZHqeNxEOEWoTrUGgg-ZwmyfaIS6H9cCoA0heA/s400/rupture+logo.jpg" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565192380342510674" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 275px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 243px;" /></a></span><span style="font-size: 180%;"><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Interview with Stumblefuck the guitarist responsible for the sick sounds heard in RUPTURE, MOB 48, BEAST IN HEAT, KOMPOST, CONTROLLED BY FEAR and THE FLIDIOTS amongst others.</span></span></span><span style="font-size: 180%;"><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3smTl0XGNxsZcR0K5DUkQJLJT_dahatxoCTU9tDsBL8c6vFZdDPiEAVzrB8bOP1r8Lv2rFYCsNiNNRa8jutnduD1pXXOipVDiYmnojRO-o9okJSNz7ZrCxl5N5tIFnSRRODy992jf0sM/s1600/Stumnlefuck.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"><img alt="" border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3smTl0XGNxsZcR0K5DUkQJLJT_dahatxoCTU9tDsBL8c6vFZdDPiEAVzrB8bOP1r8Lv2rFYCsNiNNRa8jutnduD1pXXOipVDiYmnojRO-o9okJSNz7ZrCxl5N5tIFnSRRODy992jf0sM/s400/Stumnlefuck.jpg" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565174396781709906" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 267px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /></a></span><span style="font-size: 180%;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 180%; font-weight: bold;">I can’t remember... In the womb?… In my past life/lives?… Early teens I guess? I’ve always been a huge Alice Cooper fan tho’ since day one, due to the corrupting influence of an older brother. He had tons of ‘70s hard rock vinyl, Sabbath, Led Zep etc, but it was Alice Cooper, particularly “Love It To Death” that did the major damage.</span><span style="font-size: 180%;"><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJkp8n360jS72E6GaICySMjKJTTq31Ep-MiCMeHxUOGL3Enisqlu-6Y54nto6py-jiKtr6rQxJpSADLM1_N2GyfzFpJgIYZv7vC6SVEPGsItSPuwpk8mlEh7uVz3E2_xvQqcK_5SrvPbw/s1600/Stumblefuck+as+kid+with+guitar.jpg" style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"><img alt="" border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJkp8n360jS72E6GaICySMjKJTTq31Ep-MiCMeHxUOGL3Enisqlu-6Y54nto6py-jiKtr6rQxJpSADLM1_N2GyfzFpJgIYZv7vC6SVEPGsItSPuwpk8mlEh7uVz3E2_xvQqcK_5SrvPbw/s400/Stumblefuck+as+kid+with+guitar.jpg" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565174989421557570" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 397px;" /></a></span><span style="font-size: 180%;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 180%; font-weight: bold;">I was playing guitar in my bedroom all the time and listening to punk and really wanted to have a jam. I knew this guy Kevin who suggested phoning this guy he knew named Andrew (later to be known as Gus Chamber) who lived way down in the inbred “middle-class” southern suburb of Kelmscott and who also (apparently) wanted to be in a band (as a vocalist).</span><span style="font-size: 180%;"><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0JyPow7nNl6kOS7ijoijlGod44KJov23YVw7g3ekZNgLICTpcum0SeBgFKNlgTWw9ajMV6fI4edN7k9loZx00bNWo5BGSsj0wLp-I02aTtwMDvokv1hw8m9YqhQ13N73Ng7L4zr2Zs7k/s1600/young+Gus.jpg" style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"><img alt="" border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0JyPow7nNl6kOS7ijoijlGod44KJov23YVw7g3ekZNgLICTpcum0SeBgFKNlgTWw9ajMV6fI4edN7k9loZx00bNWo5BGSsj0wLp-I02aTtwMDvokv1hw8m9YqhQ13N73Ng7L4zr2Zs7k/s400/young+Gus.jpg" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565177468733362178" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 209px;" /></a></span><span style="font-size: 180%;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 180%; font-weight: bold;">So I called him up and this nervous paranoid voice was like “W-w-who is it? W-wh-what do ya want?”, but after explaining myself he brightened up and was suddenly hell-chatty and enthusiastic! So anyway, to cut a long story short, we ended up forming CONTROLLED BY FEAR (more popularly known as CONTROLLED BY BEER), with Kevin’s brother Neal on bass and one of Gus’s school mates, named Matt (aka Mouse), on drums.</span><span style="font-size: 180%;"><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUi7Advv8aMhvNTmVF9ElnMlLmtyteSFIST-ijdboMJSUbenB6BwT5e6zRj4DcVouINja63yuLf_tI308wupAO_EKJNnH5rJ4SiOsmS2HFWmztv0-2VNMD1QuAQWCIEjBAhcrG_ZGS6NE/s1600/Busta+CBF.jpg" style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"><img alt="" border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUi7Advv8aMhvNTmVF9ElnMlLmtyteSFIST-ijdboMJSUbenB6BwT5e6zRj4DcVouINja63yuLf_tI308wupAO_EKJNnH5rJ4SiOsmS2HFWmztv0-2VNMD1QuAQWCIEjBAhcrG_ZGS6NE/s400/Busta+CBF.jpg" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565178045107304338" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 314px;" /></a></span><span style="font-size: 180%;"><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiL3FqsJaLxvznHPMr7LbyF6An4Q2_dw87M5zL5SQIZhz75k1vz5AKiJq_LZVbNkOjJGer6wErAZjOZSXxx0t3Z_9Sc-pJkwRrXqmVEIbaOqPQDzA74Kpqqqg5w6ZAqFRKIroDtDe6XyDM/s1600/Matt+Mansell+CBF.jpg" style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"><img alt="" border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiL3FqsJaLxvznHPMr7LbyF6An4Q2_dw87M5zL5SQIZhz75k1vz5AKiJq_LZVbNkOjJGer6wErAZjOZSXxx0t3Z_9Sc-pJkwRrXqmVEIbaOqPQDzA74Kpqqqg5w6ZAqFRKIroDtDe6XyDM/s400/Matt+Mansell+CBF.jpg" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565177896480173202" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 318px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /></a></span><span style="font-size: 180%;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 180%; font-weight: bold;">(We took our name from a FEAR OF GOD song – a band that we were into at the time (although now I personally hate Erich’s guts! What a fag!))… Anyway. None of us really knew how to play our instruments, but it was fun wasted times and we played a load of gigs.</span><span style="font-size: 180%;"><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1PTqYhdIxILeTDoQ4tsM3p5NmIFr5uZVX1hoKI3n9AHANdSxbdw87l1FjqlYIGAf0SqG2HEETq_-NZQv8eucKpeswj_XbPXl4Pe5nOmfmqJ56Y9YQ7HiI3edf4ql9yQFZEk4KBTCW3JA/s1600/CBF+live.jpg" style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"><img alt="" border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1PTqYhdIxILeTDoQ4tsM3p5NmIFr5uZVX1hoKI3n9AHANdSxbdw87l1FjqlYIGAf0SqG2HEETq_-NZQv8eucKpeswj_XbPXl4Pe5nOmfmqJ56Y9YQ7HiI3edf4ql9yQFZEk4KBTCW3JA/s400/CBF+live.jpg" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565178429713682082" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 378px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /></a></span><span style="font-size: 180%;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 180%; font-weight: bold;">During one of our mid-week rehearsals, a couple other of Gus’s old Kelmscott schoomates rocked up. One of them was this guy Mark (soon to be known exclusively as Zombo). He had some of his artwork in the car and showed us all. I was impressed. He was a friendly young chap who played some bass guitar, so when C.B.F. dissolved, me & Gus naturally roped him in to our new band RUPTURE.</span><span style="font-size: 180%;"><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7MJX75CuJoiwNn4hD-9Y9U0hHELgMjTIw97GfqxWq_-Ieaj6eeqOaWf4uj0GE1_t5cQtCgOl6ptchmNzsF7MDslNrYSbFQ-e2FgGmmNc1yNgAMETwai29orH3U7g6qlb_vzWxzC0G00U/s1600/zomsstumsgusONE.jpg" style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"><img alt="" border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7MJX75CuJoiwNn4hD-9Y9U0hHELgMjTIw97GfqxWq_-Ieaj6eeqOaWf4uj0GE1_t5cQtCgOl6ptchmNzsF7MDslNrYSbFQ-e2FgGmmNc1yNgAMETwai29orH3U7g6qlb_vzWxzC0G00U/s400/zomsstumsgusONE.jpg" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565178751736449746" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 212px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /></a></span><span style="font-size: 180%;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 180%; font-weight: bold;">After that very first phone call to Gus, a jam was organized with me on guitar, Gus on vocals, Kevin (who had given me Gus’s number) on bass, and this guy Henry on drums. I’m not sure how I knew Henry or how he came to be drumming? He had been in other punk/wave bands since he was 14 or so (eg CIRCLE OF CONFUSION). The jam went OK, but it was the only jam we ever had! A bit later Henry called me up and asked if I wanted to jam with another band. He was drumming, this dreadlocked acid-freak called Duey was singing, and a guy named Pete on bass. This came to be KOMPOST and although we jammed quite a lot, we never played a gig. Anyway this started to fizzle out, and then me & Gus hooked up again and started CONTROLLED BY FEAR.</span><span style="font-size: 180%;"><br /><br /><iframe class="youtube-player" frameborder="0" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/dinMVasts0I" title="YouTube video player" type="text/html" width="480"></iframe><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9uz4-CZJ9zXNDOp2VPNs2kxsowytFItfoG5tFQukQm78wlAmbtilF6c4AAsQifbsYumy0vLlduElZSovAH0FXqHQmXg5KRQ5fhlnfkoKD7qhd6ehSGVI5knG2OxGDyj1IdJg7LrFaHrM/s1600/Stumblefuck+in+CBF.jpg" style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"><img alt="" border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9uz4-CZJ9zXNDOp2VPNs2kxsowytFItfoG5tFQukQm78wlAmbtilF6c4AAsQifbsYumy0vLlduElZSovAH0FXqHQmXg5KRQ5fhlnfkoKD7qhd6ehSGVI5knG2OxGDyj1IdJg7LrFaHrM/s400/Stumblefuck+in+CBF.jpg" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565179322692281746" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 293px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /></a></span><span style="font-size: 180%;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 180%; font-weight: bold;">Me & Gus were hanging at punk gigs & stuff and he was introducing me to a shitload of Scandinavian punk. Anyway, C.B.F. lasted a year or so and then broke up, and me & Gus went on to immediately form RUPTURE, with this Polish immigrant freak named Darek on drums, and of corpse Zombo on bass.</span><span style="font-size: 180%;"><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglIlY_ZtGhyphenhyphenk6q3_z83oVhFIfzX-rWXsAdfgyPnr9uFdNk1DhK-kHF9V8Ie1jUj36zxwkt1l5uT3FQzgyhQPI7JLRy7ApYB0S_t09HUWpqsYFQaPG3fy90KUX3mgWGSmR_z-QQRriV8MU/s1600/Darek+with+gun.jpg" style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"><img alt="" border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglIlY_ZtGhyphenhyphenk6q3_z83oVhFIfzX-rWXsAdfgyPnr9uFdNk1DhK-kHF9V8Ie1jUj36zxwkt1l5uT3FQzgyhQPI7JLRy7ApYB0S_t09HUWpqsYFQaPG3fy90KUX3mgWGSmR_z-QQRriV8MU/s400/Darek+with+gun.jpg" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565189545045822818" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 273px;" /></a></span><span style="font-size: 180%;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3_YZ8GE217MD0ufrSHrRAEO7YcCNJm6FAQKq0BffV0L4o7AbMoIaOZ8veG-aAeGa7jAJQhvIb2O2kXGxFrjbSAnunoATpbjc92CvFn2iJivl-iwGReVlbuBpcdwIivOJ20kdmgYnfKqU/s1600/zombo%252C+stumbles+and+gus.jpg" style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"><img alt="" border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3_YZ8GE217MD0ufrSHrRAEO7YcCNJm6FAQKq0BffV0L4o7AbMoIaOZ8veG-aAeGa7jAJQhvIb2O2kXGxFrjbSAnunoATpbjc92CvFn2iJivl-iwGReVlbuBpcdwIivOJ20kdmgYnfKqU/s400/zombo%252C+stumbles+and+gus.jpg" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565199226815135650" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 277px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /></a></span><span style="font-size: 180%;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 180%; font-weight: bold;">RUPTURE formed in ‘89 – me, Gus, Zombo & Darek. We used to jam in Darek’s bedroom at his mum’s house way up in the northern suburbs ha! It must’ve been explosively loud and yet Darek’s mum was very good about it all, hardly ever complained about the noise. The music was crusty/grind I guess, tho’ probably from lack of talent than any conscious deliberation. It was Gus who was always urging us to “Play faster! Faster!”</span><span style="font-size: 180%;"><br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="youtube-player" frameborder="0" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/-n_WMg7bETM" title="YouTube video player" type="text/html" width="480"></iframe><br /><br /><iframe class="youtube-player" frameborder="0" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/EfAjUqiW4Qs" title="YouTube video player" type="text/html" width="480"></iframe><br /><br /><iframe class="youtube-player" frameborder="0" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/iEthEH_EWTc" title="YouTube video player" type="text/html" width="480"></iframe><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNJCn6qZ0JFqe8XKTcYcUjmta3ssydANmpYzkWtgJCueFNoKRc6wZXbobgeWZMsGtkBp1u7-DWuGzWI6Q6_-VvxqVR1wO6yd8_xrd-6Vevum_09MwiLYarYIBcdGnRRanArV_usYFqEcg/s1600/rupture+-+forceps+7%2527%2527+cover.jpg" style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"><img alt="" border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNJCn6qZ0JFqe8XKTcYcUjmta3ssydANmpYzkWtgJCueFNoKRc6wZXbobgeWZMsGtkBp1u7-DWuGzWI6Q6_-VvxqVR1wO6yd8_xrd-6Vevum_09MwiLYarYIBcdGnRRanArV_usYFqEcg/s400/rupture+-+forceps+7%2527%2527+cover.jpg" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565192776652859650" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 398px;" /></a></span><span style="font-size: 180%;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 180%; font-weight: bold;">We had a cheap 8-track studio booked around Xmas in 1990. Meanwhile Gus took off in a car full of punks to Sydney or Melbourne or somewhere, fuck knows where. He said he’d be back in time to record but never did. So we roped in Kim (PESTILENCE/RESOLUTE) on vocals. It was always just a temporary fill-in tho’, we never had any plans to kick Gus out or anything, tho’ we mighta been a bit annoyed with him at the time… Also it was both Kim & Zombo singing on that EP, with added growls by Darek.</span><span style="font-size: 180%;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 180%; font-weight: bold;">Pens up arseholes, Jehova Witness parents, Kim on acid running up and down his street naked… sheesh it was terrible! Me & Zombo were living there. Zombo soon left, and I followed not long after. Kim was OK but he was a true freak and it was a bit scary living there alone with him. You never knew what would happen next. Kim and Gus were at each others’ throats, however. I don’t know how or why, but they ended up hating each others’ guts. I think it was Gus dishing it out mostly, a constant avalanch of abuse & belittling. There must’ve been more to this, but neither me nor Zombo got the full story. Who knows, maybe Kim Pen-Arse did the ol’ pen trick and tried to shove it in Gus’s mouth? (I would understand the hate, in that case)!</span><span style="font-size: 180%;"><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdvx_rt14TrcZ2owGZqiqCDS5X79fLhvsodcTlfRweriVIbxJb1dIA8MOiycAL2l6Mek4ACew4hQ8uAL8phXsimx2JxGQOQj9nAqUaxua2ly5slorv0yITjdD5RyKYqmxss0TGN4f58_Y/s1600/Forceps+info.jpg" style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"><img alt="" border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdvx_rt14TrcZ2owGZqiqCDS5X79fLhvsodcTlfRweriVIbxJb1dIA8MOiycAL2l6Mek4ACew4hQ8uAL8phXsimx2JxGQOQj9nAqUaxua2ly5slorv0yITjdD5RyKYqmxss0TGN4f58_Y/s400/Forceps+info.jpg" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565193373632444242" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 396px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /></a></span><span style="font-size: 180%;"><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEig3v1zH2kVgydmqMeV4ZfNn4uM2P9VLvJ4vShtwQzO6J5jKb2n2eDAmtJxXGNQoPsoFqBYpoih96kuq4tNFFlkoVfIiHK3RiII_Rm7mlOiRl_7UNIlGaj2LBXUTbASlR5mzvAa_4K2N1Y/s1600/Rupture+92+ak47+on+drums.jpg" style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"><img alt="" border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEig3v1zH2kVgydmqMeV4ZfNn4uM2P9VLvJ4vShtwQzO6J5jKb2n2eDAmtJxXGNQoPsoFqBYpoih96kuq4tNFFlkoVfIiHK3RiII_Rm7mlOiRl_7UNIlGaj2LBXUTbASlR5mzvAa_4K2N1Y/s400/Rupture+92+ak47+on+drums.jpg" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565193766613662498" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 171px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /></a></span><span style="font-size: 180%;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 180%; font-weight: bold;">Well we kinda moved on from Darek, who was struggling a bit with the velocity we wanted to go, and found Mike (aka AK-47), who we knew to be a total blender-core drummer from his drumming in RESOLUTE (with Kim ha). That’s when everything suddenly went turbo-speed. Also Gus had gone over east a bit of a peace-punk, but for some reason he came back more an angry nihilistic lunatic and suddenly wanted to write lyrics exclusively about making fun of the “punk scene”. Maybe he got ostracized by the cliquey scene over east, who knows? But it was a good thing, because our lyrics definitely improved. Also throw a huge pile of magic mushrooms into the mix and Gus was “irrepairably damaged”!</span><span style="font-size: 180%;"><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiq5mbBxMUjwi1meWFo1qah2cuLwR4aJNZT-TJ12N5ce4Elx9yZOpWE73AwrE0ZfC0ekLUj0Ve7AO74tKdwGWVShjK4DW7jxxi3S60KEnOScE0s9XW1NbkiwXTWrwpXC8vU3gzEiGEfUY/s1600/gus+in+nappy.jpg" style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"><img alt="" border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiq5mbBxMUjwi1meWFo1qah2cuLwR4aJNZT-TJ12N5ce4Elx9yZOpWE73AwrE0ZfC0ekLUj0Ve7AO74tKdwGWVShjK4DW7jxxi3S60KEnOScE0s9XW1NbkiwXTWrwpXC8vU3gzEiGEfUY/s400/gus+in+nappy.jpg" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565194166999111522" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 203px;" /></a></span><span style="font-size: 180%;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 180%; font-weight: bold;">We were pretty much rejected by the Perth “punk scene”, but that didn’t bother us because a lot of that folk ending up going back to their rich parents & became the upwardly-mobile poofs they always really were. Meanwhile, a whole new crowd started coming to gigs. This young nihilistic booze-and-drug-fuelled skater-punk crowd took a liking to our songs, so there were a lot of crew carrying their skateboards around everywhere ha ha. Some of ‘em formed pretty cool bands themselves, like BROWN DEMON and HEIST…</span><span style="font-size: 180%;"><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFUOFu0OQC4jqnYJ7TByv4u_z9CMtXyqFeR1qJckO7wYmzeYu9Ex7G1Gt4KbZwrdpiPOTSq12eXpG7WcCA0WsHyJDHZ-7mA6111H2VSCLwP9qi5KCbTtsZ71N9tI6oS8GarEwzcXTFRMw/s1600/Brown+Demon+undies%252C+evil+nev+and+rubberhead.jpg" style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"><img alt="" border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFUOFu0OQC4jqnYJ7TByv4u_z9CMtXyqFeR1qJckO7wYmzeYu9Ex7G1Gt4KbZwrdpiPOTSq12eXpG7WcCA0WsHyJDHZ-7mA6111H2VSCLwP9qi5KCbTtsZ71N9tI6oS8GarEwzcXTFRMw/s400/Brown+Demon+undies%252C+evil+nev+and+rubberhead.jpg" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565194353658542802" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 269px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /></a></span><span style="font-size: 180%;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 180%; font-weight: bold;">Dunno? I guess we were all writing letters and swapping tapes with various freaks around the world, and hooking up with other bands of similar ilk was kinda just a natural thing to happen. I remember writing to Bob from DROP DEAD back then and getting a letter back which was like “How the fuck did you hear about us?”… Who knows. There were tons of record labels willing to put up the funds for a release. Zombo was hanging with Duey (from KOMPOST) a lot, and they had this idea for a band called BEAST IN HEAT and asked me to join them.</span><span style="font-size: 180%;"><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhS9Q5wKCv9gDO3BghwzGgmzlCGhxvxqnc33vXGfkC9R_VqBQMaJbzH1C7PjkwbPXWzDOxsaF01xsOxTGJJ80xL9ZhAalllkL_u7XvxNiljH-bxjK4ujJK_o4p_3eW7zZaObSq4LXc6vx8/s1600/Stumbles+and+Duey+Beast+in+Heat+practice.jpg" style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"><img alt="" border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhS9Q5wKCv9gDO3BghwzGgmzlCGhxvxqnc33vXGfkC9R_VqBQMaJbzH1C7PjkwbPXWzDOxsaF01xsOxTGJJ80xL9ZhAalllkL_u7XvxNiljH-bxjK4ujJK_o4p_3eW7zZaObSq4LXc6vx8/s400/Stumbles+and+Duey+Beast+in+Heat+practice.jpg" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565194788115556210" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 267px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /></a></span><span style="font-size: 180%;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLO7Tsh5ywGYK4YwMAfdT5-e8KLJGaylVGQ13BRYJA8aw2Bb_YTSTbSg509f8K_v6ZlbcFhbPoisKLCpfVPD0bs0dK35Vh_brVMkDXqiRgTIOt1KKxC9kcjXyS_ZXwYbttz3iFe7YGTM0/s1600/Beast+in+heat.jpg" style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"><img alt="" border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLO7Tsh5ywGYK4YwMAfdT5-e8KLJGaylVGQ13BRYJA8aw2Bb_YTSTbSg509f8K_v6ZlbcFhbPoisKLCpfVPD0bs0dK35Vh_brVMkDXqiRgTIOt1KKxC9kcjXyS_ZXwYbttz3iFe7YGTM0/s400/Beast+in+heat.jpg" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565195573993727698" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 267px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /></a></span><span style="font-size: 180%;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 180%; font-weight: bold;">MOB 48 was just me, Zombo, Gus & a cheap-ass Roland drum machine (and whoever else happened to drop in), just pure alcohol-and-drug fuelled 4-track mayhem… Recording MOB 48 songs at 3am in the morning totally wired was a fun thing to do. (Need I say, we were heavily influenced by MOB 47… but we were of corpse one step further ha ha)!</span><span style="font-size: 180%;"><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDZGw3zvOxr_epqOeA7xU532o5h3IEza6R9KNPCmQNCUcAK2Xpgo_BInKm3ipcWrjoDR_qtDRzfDV6Y07S8g9_FnaQAI-BTdPaMpIsAsygzb31xGdFCu90VsJ5-bLnFLFe8svxVuwLFfw/s1600/righteous+fuck.jpg" style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"><img alt="" border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDZGw3zvOxr_epqOeA7xU532o5h3IEza6R9KNPCmQNCUcAK2Xpgo_BInKm3ipcWrjoDR_qtDRzfDV6Y07S8g9_FnaQAI-BTdPaMpIsAsygzb31xGdFCu90VsJ5-bLnFLFe8svxVuwLFfw/s400/righteous+fuck.jpg" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565195873128853106" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 300px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 300px;" /></a></span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 180%; font-weight: bold;"><br />I remember, me & Gus saw a classified ad in the newspaper for this 4-track recorder and we both drove up to check it out and ended up buying it for $70 bucks or so. It was some no-name thing with multi-coloured knobs, like lollies, but it pulled an OK sound and we recorded Righteousfuck on that thing. Later on, we would all put in some money for a studio here & there. Then we met up with Al “Dr Alien” Smith from Bergerk Studios (formerly Death Rooster Studio), who seemed to “click” with us and pull a good sound from us. He was in an experimental noise band himself (called SWAPMEAT), so there was some like-mindedness there from the start, plus he was a professionally-trained studio engineer.</span><span style="font-size: 180%;"><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgLI12_TDMqNg179ycXZZQY0iYoJFVzv0EmHaQM6pWX2o6ibUDMMI9u2L88_e_vnTRMlc9iLL_EHAfD7c15ezUv2JRnkOdnivceQLXl0Pcz9IDTYkuUWRsRnU58sKMFcRy0STEWBU4hVo/s1600/Sex+Drugs+recording+session.jpg" style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"><img alt="" border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgLI12_TDMqNg179ycXZZQY0iYoJFVzv0EmHaQM6pWX2o6ibUDMMI9u2L88_e_vnTRMlc9iLL_EHAfD7c15ezUv2JRnkOdnivceQLXl0Pcz9IDTYkuUWRsRnU58sKMFcRy0STEWBU4hVo/s400/Sex+Drugs+recording+session.jpg" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565196332055286594" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 288px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /></a></span><span style="font-size: 180%;"><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfq1MSNBbhz0oPprSeoPxjAZbylPiY-HCI0q7UU6mfQ_DNP7bfcWGCgrumAnclBUNO9QU3Sa0BtMHDimSXa-30LLs6_ZHQvQ8w4dIc2odM_7Jj9cmdmUph6XMbzpz4tT4z0jIVPmGS5Bk/s1600/Sex+Drugs+and+Rupture.jpg" style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"><img alt="" border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfq1MSNBbhz0oPprSeoPxjAZbylPiY-HCI0q7UU6mfQ_DNP7bfcWGCgrumAnclBUNO9QU3Sa0BtMHDimSXa-30LLs6_ZHQvQ8w4dIc2odM_7Jj9cmdmUph6XMbzpz4tT4z0jIVPmGS5Bk/s400/Sex+Drugs+and+Rupture.jpg" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565196648568821010" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 316px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /></a></span><span style="font-size: 180%;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 180%; font-weight: bold;">Meanwhile, I’d traded that shitty no-name 4-track in and upgraded to a nice Yamaha 4-track machine, and continued to pump out recordings… I had other gear too, like graphic EQ decks and reverb racks etc… (Let’s just say I bought ‘em very cheap heh!).</span><span style="font-size: 180%;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 180%; font-weight: bold;">“Hundskit” was my 4-track recorder. I think Gus made up the name? He was so big on Swedish-core that he even bought a big Swedish-English dictionary and was learning Swedish words & grammar etc and translating all these Swedish punk EP lyrics. There was this label “Birdskit Records”, and Gus got the idea “Hey Stumbles you should call your 4-track recordings ‘Hundskit Studios’” – (ie Dogshit Studios). I happily complied. I recorded tons of other bands with my 4-track – IMPACT WINTER, FUCKEN BASTARDS, THE RATS, ZITBASTARD, CHICKENSHIT, DEAD BABIES IN VOMIT, MOB 48 of corpse… to name a few.</span><span style="font-size: 180%;"><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6mkWpHJgH9w2g9GE7d1Wy947wSwWCBlKk5-I44SrE1MIq6yrGxKF8uX40WKNyrcRS1rlU1Wjvda1lonigi_peWKnMvYEFdtsygtAPNzdzyFi4VAj0RjoyIhWjR0F3Ne7gr9ng_Bd-BIw/s1600/Rupture+in+Cave+bar%252C+ak47+on+drums+93.jpg" style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"><img alt="" border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6mkWpHJgH9w2g9GE7d1Wy947wSwWCBlKk5-I44SrE1MIq6yrGxKF8uX40WKNyrcRS1rlU1Wjvda1lonigi_peWKnMvYEFdtsygtAPNzdzyFi4VAj0RjoyIhWjR0F3Ne7gr9ng_Bd-BIw/s400/Rupture+in+Cave+bar%252C+ak47+on+drums+93.jpg" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565197794498670034" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 267px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /></a></span><span style="font-size: 180%;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgk0_s33-NDUNhd2OfCor8EmXJ3NiqWuTT29rUY9hINgmS12dqI5Hdpz6ySwQggXFy9vuQLzUpz5bILd-8DRguU7a8Sdzuququt_imUnWiFPttsZzFAL5VPvMAa_1t3LTtAZNcZ9nbgNKc/s1600/Rupture+live+with+AK47+on+drums.jpg" style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"><img alt="" border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgk0_s33-NDUNhd2OfCor8EmXJ3NiqWuTT29rUY9hINgmS12dqI5Hdpz6ySwQggXFy9vuQLzUpz5bILd-8DRguU7a8Sdzuququt_imUnWiFPttsZzFAL5VPvMAa_1t3LTtAZNcZ9nbgNKc/s400/Rupture+live+with+AK47+on+drums.jpg" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565198096873283026" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 315px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /></a></span><span style="font-size: 180%;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 180%; font-weight: bold;">Sometimes we simply “clicked” on stage and it was like we all were tunnelled into this weird dimension where everyone just “knew” what everyone else was doing, and it was (mostly) flawless and powerful and precision execution. This was particularly the case when playing live with AK-47 (probably because we were all speeding off our tits!). But most of the time, a RUPTURE gig was just drunken nonsense – funny tho’, the audience seemed to always enjoy the show! We played with tons of bands, incl a support with CARCASS. Too many bands to list, really. Ah, they all sucked mostly (incl COCKARSE). ELF & THE GOON GUTS were cool (more in hindsight). I really dig that band nowadays!</span><span style="font-size: 180%;"><br /><br /><iframe class="youtube-player" frameborder="0" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/3o2HZk3yGEk" title="YouTube video player" type="text/html" width="480"></iframe><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6IcBv_JtjAlW9bozP6mp3O5AAZ6GFOjXzm0FyIQAPCHXm40qgWjpAMkqaft3-ZJ-jrEJL7R8SZKdnTOX30Mr6hTmWCvxMRQHN3vguknO3WW1S-MVuJqI9DY9xBQviJyhQC-ZHMZdYgpU/s1600/Rupture+with+poofsqualez+2.jpg" style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"><img alt="" border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6IcBv_JtjAlW9bozP6mp3O5AAZ6GFOjXzm0FyIQAPCHXm40qgWjpAMkqaft3-ZJ-jrEJL7R8SZKdnTOX30Mr6hTmWCvxMRQHN3vguknO3WW1S-MVuJqI9DY9xBQviJyhQC-ZHMZdYgpU/s400/Rupture+with+poofsqualez+2.jpg" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565201668389238642" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 280px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /></a></span><span style="font-size: 180%;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9LRXwJwBArkGZzZUe0eVyIlgFR8nLQMoKGbsrR6mPUI5lnLCCEqobjoOmOe3aZxfHN_v1FVATPrOGQKqNsxnl4t4i3ZRjNu6AQUk1HgsVNnT6EZaGShahdTZHfHnweazPRMtnPRYJ9BM/s1600/Rupture+with+Poofsqualez.jpg" style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"><img alt="" border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9LRXwJwBArkGZzZUe0eVyIlgFR8nLQMoKGbsrR6mPUI5lnLCCEqobjoOmOe3aZxfHN_v1FVATPrOGQKqNsxnl4t4i3ZRjNu6AQUk1HgsVNnT6EZaGShahdTZHfHnweazPRMtnPRYJ9BM/s400/Rupture+with+Poofsqualez.jpg" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565202048138806978" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 294px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /></a></span><span style="font-size: 180%;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 180%; font-weight: bold;">Well, AK-47 developed tendonitis and had to have 6 months off. I guess we got impatient and asked Dean (aka “Pasqualez”/aka “Poofsqualez”) to drum for us. He was a powerful fast drummer who certainly added a lot of muscle to the drum sounds. He toured Melbourne with us, but when we got back we kicked him out. I dunno, I guess he just didn’t fit in to our drunken idiot wavelength or something. I remember in Melbourne with him, we were getting tanked before a big gig supporting BRUTAL TRUTH, and he got all huffy and wouldn’t join in, thinking we were all gonna be too pissed to play. He was sitting at the front door gazing out at the passing cars, and shaking his head saying “I can’t wait to get back home and polish my dad’s yacht”. YUPPIE FAG! He was also complaining heaps about money, and how much he was spending. Me, Zombo & Gus were starving at times, living on a couple of dim sims a day, and he’d rock up with some Chinese banquet that he wouldn’t share. I found a bank slip he’d left on the floor and it said “$999”. I queried this with him (as he’d been whinging non-stop about money), and he replied that yes, he’d broken his $1000 budget and was pissed off about it.</span><span style="font-size: 180%;"><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVR8rgr9_bw7fcluohyphenhyphenj5A8vmX19LIRzEAq-8jUec-_01rRtRSLFuTl4xG106Q7VWMEgYJ8_gEkbM4dScQ1NPiNI3873cuKYXsV3SOwzHNwGOh_IrDBImYlq_pJY_i0JnYfKRBGwAaS50/s1600/Rupture+with+Dick+Diamond+97.jpg" style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"><img alt="" border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVR8rgr9_bw7fcluohyphenhyphenj5A8vmX19LIRzEAq-8jUec-_01rRtRSLFuTl4xG106Q7VWMEgYJ8_gEkbM4dScQ1NPiNI3873cuKYXsV3SOwzHNwGOh_IrDBImYlq_pJY_i0JnYfKRBGwAaS50/s400/Rupture+with+Dick+Diamond+97.jpg" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565202465832788610" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 266px;" /></a></span><span style="font-size: 180%;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 180%; font-weight: bold;">Anyway… From Poofsqualez we got this young skater guy/smack-head named Brad (aka “Dick Diamond”) on drums. He was a fellow wastoid, if not a little strange… He was always bringing up some new NWO/Illuminati/Freemason conspiracy into the conversation, which could get a trifle annoying at times.</span><span style="font-size: 180%;"><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7uV6bcAtjNu1A-TytaJwv8bwviVDFt-zZPkbYazB1tLRWXXgd43n3a9tVdq0pAFkpixjJoW9mlJQb5CWwWwwVkd67s87KBKa4UHSBee9ftdmdYh9hh3-W22SKvTAZ-we-pf5gFxZmptw/s1600/Rupture+-+cunt+of+god.jpg" style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"><img alt="" border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7uV6bcAtjNu1A-TytaJwv8bwviVDFt-zZPkbYazB1tLRWXXgd43n3a9tVdq0pAFkpixjJoW9mlJQb5CWwWwwVkd67s87KBKa4UHSBee9ftdmdYh9hh3-W22SKvTAZ-we-pf5gFxZmptw/s400/Rupture+-+cunt+of+god.jpg" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565201085886594754" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 398px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /></a></span><span style="font-size: 180%;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 180%; font-weight: bold;">Dr Alien Smith recorded that on his mobile 16-track reel-to-reel at some rehearsal studio. I was fucking off to Melbourne with my girlfriend the next week or so, so it was pretty rushed (although we had been jamming out those fuckin’ songs for what seemed like fucking years!) Also I was using a shitty borrowed Fender Strat (hate ‘em!) so I wasn’t getting the nice warm Ibanez humbucker sound I was used to. I wasn’t there for the mixdown (I was in Melbourne), and so I had no say in it, but I was never terribly happy with the sound… Fuck it, it’s past history. (Sheesh, the place falls apart without me…!).</span><span style="font-size: 180%;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 180%; font-weight: bold;">One thing I do remember about that recording session… I was having these intense “dissociative states” all the way through it, I felt like I was outside my body, it was fucking weird and I had to leave the room quite often and go sit outside for a spell. I’m not sure any of the others had any idea I was having these weird fits. I was kinda panicky, thinking I had a brain tumour or something!? Anyway, I came to Melbourne with my missus, and I was still having these weird dissociative experiences. Acid flashbacks? Who knows. But they soon faded away and have never came back since.</span><span style="font-size: 180%;"><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyfb2I3kczaroHKMZvEuxKfjQ6bU_Tz4rLKmBkCsZU34mOp-xTByovo6ghe8aC1Ow9kWf_UgF6QJk68x4KpOgBpPpW7V4d4Yq99naLiHx_cSF618O4UzXeoRtt-zsjj1J7FKapIaW4DYs/s1600/Rupture+without+masks.jpg" style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"><img alt="" border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyfb2I3kczaroHKMZvEuxKfjQ6bU_Tz4rLKmBkCsZU34mOp-xTByovo6ghe8aC1Ow9kWf_UgF6QJk68x4KpOgBpPpW7V4d4Yq99naLiHx_cSF618O4UzXeoRtt-zsjj1J7FKapIaW4DYs/s400/Rupture+without+masks.jpg" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565198438636699282" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 271px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /></a></span><span style="font-size: 180%;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 180%; font-weight: bold;">And so, after Cunt Of God, I moved to Melbourne, and a year later Gus & Zombo rocked up, and we hooked in Brendan (aka “Number 5”) – we knew him from staying at his house on our earlier Melbourne tour.</span><span style="font-size: 180%;"><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZ7dg_JF0GG6vmYAkr0DonSjDpdlO-TzTb5Iw6FOxSQ7jW6KrbwoATH-V4RMS939vfoKxUhVdmKyEccxhFh0g4W00BvewAQ5H1kA6MViTA54s4we1FVkt3S7mAHiXxi1Qk53ilHW-5ekc/s1600/Rupture+in+alley+with+drummer+no5.jpg" style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"><img alt="" border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZ7dg_JF0GG6vmYAkr0DonSjDpdlO-TzTb5Iw6FOxSQ7jW6KrbwoATH-V4RMS939vfoKxUhVdmKyEccxhFh0g4W00BvewAQ5H1kA6MViTA54s4we1FVkt3S7mAHiXxi1Qk53ilHW-5ekc/s400/Rupture+in+alley+with+drummer+no5.jpg" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565202922044800306" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 175px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /></a></span><span style="font-size: 180%;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 180%; font-weight: bold;">There were a couple of gigs, incl a support for DAYGLO ABORTIONS, and then me & Zombo pulled the plug and quit RUPTURE. Shortly after that, Gus was dead.</span><span style="font-size: 180%;"><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsVuXHY83_MrRR9f1uTO14C14lGjDONGjvmXi-yd52hUa0mCJ3B9DNBUabSDouemULf1ncQ6_JmPw4ohnAxUdDDIGJFMeESsoFfahug0Hj4Mz7Z9T3Cij9ZqiYjU6cIAbCTZnLgkn2XaA/s1600/Gus+Chamber+AKA+Gonzo+Sheilabastard+AKA+Cuntface.jpg" style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"><img alt="" border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsVuXHY83_MrRR9f1uTO14C14lGjDONGjvmXi-yd52hUa0mCJ3B9DNBUabSDouemULf1ncQ6_JmPw4ohnAxUdDDIGJFMeESsoFfahug0Hj4Mz7Z9T3Cij9ZqiYjU6cIAbCTZnLgkn2XaA/s400/Gus+Chamber+AKA+Gonzo+Sheilabastard+AKA+Cuntface.jpg" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565203163866858354" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 261px;" /></a></span><span style="font-size: 180%;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 180%; font-weight: bold;">We had a recording under our belt that Brendan had done for us (he worked at a TV studio and had access to their studio after-hours). All the instruments were done, but Gus had only done 3 songs (rough vocal takes). After he died, Brendan just sat on this recording and wouldn’t release it to us. It took a LOT of pressure/threats to finally get hold of it. And from there, we were fortunate enough to get Jeff Clayton from ANTISEEN and The Boss from THE NERDS to put vocals down on half the songs each. (Thanks to Monkey Motherfucker/THE NERDS & Carlos/Scarey Records for organizing this!!! MAJOR effort by those guys!!!).</span><span style="font-size: 180%;"><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-WP2rw2KkBGCjCgCOoXJe2WkqYSNAYKBNFHC-dIycLL7NaL86eX8C3DKlubacwmKj9mcmxsCBSFJ6GXbzJANDyGOzSvm8ZMFUSGS6TrJBiexBvTtJy_7ka377GgPguXzHXhqCIk1bvsU/s1600/Darek+and+Stumbles.jpg" style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"><img alt="" border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-WP2rw2KkBGCjCgCOoXJe2WkqYSNAYKBNFHC-dIycLL7NaL86eX8C3DKlubacwmKj9mcmxsCBSFJ6GXbzJANDyGOzSvm8ZMFUSGS6TrJBiexBvTtJy_7ka377GgPguXzHXhqCIk1bvsU/s400/Darek+and+Stumbles.jpg" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565203504034224978" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 260px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /></a></span><span style="font-size: 180%;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 180%; font-weight: bold;">Anyway… You asked me which drummer I liked the best. I’ll say Darek, our first drummer. He was always “one of us” and we had plenty of good laughs together. And I’ve recently got back in touch with that Polish freak, which has been way-cool. But yeah, Mike AK-47 was always, technically, the best drummer we ever had. His drumming was just so damn precise!! He was amazing. We called him “Mortein spraycan formula” because his fast cymbal thrashes literally “hissed”, like spraying flyspray ha ha…</span><span style="font-size: 180%;"><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpMZiX1cq353kHLo03Au_39ztxZ5BMVjgaTTc93C7pTKLf35S5yEIl7js49gw06my9QdLwD1pe9S-2_FpNLPnwOMbOOUwRDp-GXLxKi7bEjIl31JpCN_aPHMAFFLtjOIb0ViyPEeRET1k/s1600/00-Rupture-Sex_Drugs_And_Rupture-CD-1995-Front-gF.jpg" style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"><img alt="" border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpMZiX1cq353kHLo03Au_39ztxZ5BMVjgaTTc93C7pTKLf35S5yEIl7js49gw06my9QdLwD1pe9S-2_FpNLPnwOMbOOUwRDp-GXLxKi7bEjIl31JpCN_aPHMAFFLtjOIb0ViyPEeRET1k/s400/00-Rupture-Sex_Drugs_And_Rupture-CD-1995-Front-gF.jpg" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565204138179776418" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /></a></span><span style="font-size: 180%;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOjqyPjnK6jq6QvuI2VE4pbEJE-igH6Wv8lPsvtWPi6WXG8-ywDmHiX5VfnrwyWGTQ5rL9xeaOaTJ12lodmNEp72qA2Ann9W301Tbct_b-jKgdWKFWyNNpK-n4SJMCer8TSHbu0cMGm_8/s1600/00-Rupture-Sex_Drugs_And_Rupture-CD-1995-Back-gF.jpg" style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"><img alt="" border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOjqyPjnK6jq6QvuI2VE4pbEJE-igH6Wv8lPsvtWPi6WXG8-ywDmHiX5VfnrwyWGTQ5rL9xeaOaTJ12lodmNEp72qA2Ann9W301Tbct_b-jKgdWKFWyNNpK-n4SJMCer8TSHbu0cMGm_8/s400/00-Rupture-Sex_Drugs_And_Rupture-CD-1995-Back-gF.jpg" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565204058131843330" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 319px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /></a></span><span style="font-size: 180%;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 180%; font-weight: bold;">Well I guess we were just writing about our experiences. Tho’ it was Gus who got into the smack in a big way… well, bigger than me or Zombo ever did… Smack definitely wasn’t agreeable with him, but he did however write a load of cool poetic junky lyrics while living in the Melbourne smackie scene – which we later put to song. He came back to Perth with all those lyrics, ended up OD’ing, and together with our gentle persuasion (fist to face) decided to get off the smack. Naturally he turned to pills and alcohol. By the time he was in Melbourne again he was a raging liver-damaged alcoholic (in hindsight, with heart disease too).</span><span style="font-size: 180%;"><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5TfIKRmgCm76TV7LKroHYdYm4QtHEnON6JVwLGSjMRkJ4KV2zqgueL48U-oMVuiMz0GxblYvweQBnhdlzTaJ3M5VewcDnwOC1bbcZlJuKgoRhPNzP9qE46B1Ezzt-ZF8K9yBvgB76_CM/s1600/GusGlassed.jpg" style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"><img alt="" border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5TfIKRmgCm76TV7LKroHYdYm4QtHEnON6JVwLGSjMRkJ4KV2zqgueL48U-oMVuiMz0GxblYvweQBnhdlzTaJ3M5VewcDnwOC1bbcZlJuKgoRhPNzP9qE46B1Ezzt-ZF8K9yBvgB76_CM/s400/GusGlassed.jpg" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565205038223773810" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 265px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /></a></span><span style="font-size: 180%;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 180%; font-weight: bold;">I call it natural evolution. The fastcore stuff was cool I guess but we were growing a bit bored with it – also it was such hard work ha ha. We wanted to play songs that didn’t take such a toll on our drunkenness & retarded mental states & flailing health & fitness ha ha. Also, I should add, we were mostly listening to fucked-up punk rock too – not so much the ballistic-core we had grown up with. So it was natural that we should start to play more minimalist 2-chord punkers ha ha!</span><span style="font-size: 180%;"><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEjpTZejiUrSzJZyuxX2Xw6gEi9o7FoVGJjLnbYWdDYvpirNY1yaXxP0gEIatADXmnzPpjKPlMIpRxfliNHZJwCRB79AjMd1WFKq7kwcW4N_o7hEdKX8Mx7yfNvqxchyphenhyphenwJCIeevsRjrog/s1600/soapfarm.jpg" style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"><img alt="" border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEjpTZejiUrSzJZyuxX2Xw6gEi9o7FoVGJjLnbYWdDYvpirNY1yaXxP0gEIatADXmnzPpjKPlMIpRxfliNHZJwCRB79AjMd1WFKq7kwcW4N_o7hEdKX8Mx7yfNvqxchyphenhyphenwJCIeevsRjrog/s400/soapfarm.jpg" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565205590606310386" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 280px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 280px;" /></a></span><span style="font-size: 180%;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 180%; font-weight: bold;">Ilsa movies, mainly I guess… And Gestapo’s Last Orgy, The Beast In Heat, etc etc… People call it “nazi-themed”, but it isn’t, it’s “nazi-movie-themed”. It’s all tongue-in-cheek nonsense. Anyone who takes it seriously DESERVES to take it seriously!</span><span style="font-size: 180%;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 180%; font-weight: bold;">I personally like the HEADCLEANERS cover, and the 2 Killed By Death covers we did (“Job” and “What The Fuck”). And NIHILISTICS “Love And Kisses” was always fun to play live. I was never much of a SOCIAL DISTORTION fan (Zombo and Gus were), but I did like the attitude behind that particular song of theirs (“Anti-Fashion”).</span><span style="font-size: 180%;"><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvSeGHNclwzoYbKqNqckvrHrCa9fpcHQJQPyKkMMAcIbwbCTe1qyc4klGhtfYq0sBXzG6zB3yW8KlRnCzRwmkt6SMHn163OW1JHqpNFQaFUV5Fvn1N8aKZk3p6-mHjX8jmTn-hyU6c7kE/s1600/boys%252C+bottles.jpg" style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"><img alt="" border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvSeGHNclwzoYbKqNqckvrHrCa9fpcHQJQPyKkMMAcIbwbCTe1qyc4klGhtfYq0sBXzG6zB3yW8KlRnCzRwmkt6SMHn163OW1JHqpNFQaFUV5Fvn1N8aKZk3p6-mHjX8jmTn-hyU6c7kE/s400/boys%252C+bottles.jpg" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565206126300479554" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 280px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 280px;" /></a></span><span style="font-size: 180%;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 180%; font-weight: bold;">Different moods, different tastes, different days… wherever my mood takes me. I like the songs from “Boys, Nuns, Beerbottles & Cunts” CD, I guess (for me) they have the best sound & riffs etc. But I like the 4-track stuff we did with Brad Diamond too (eg “Hate Makes The World Go Round” EP etc) – they had a pretty good sound too. “Sex, Drugs & Rupture” is OK too, as far as our “fastcore” shit goes. Shit, I dunno.</span><span style="font-size: 180%;"><br /><br /><iframe class="youtube-player" frameborder="0" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/KZuD1_AoNig" title="YouTube video player" type="text/html" width="480"></iframe><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtWe3QbWrqvsyDcM0HUQz1FcNBKyg0MvZBMH_JL3F8ecW3nrAAtqS9j9ON9yt4oTl55_-pOIC3FWxyUnYtlKzjc68hVeSW2a91Yr_MgPC3r8s7DXyV0i_HgSEcFt6LzpPboHN_62pp-JQ/s1600/Stumbles+and+Gus.jpg" style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"><img alt="" border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtWe3QbWrqvsyDcM0HUQz1FcNBKyg0MvZBMH_JL3F8ecW3nrAAtqS9j9ON9yt4oTl55_-pOIC3FWxyUnYtlKzjc68hVeSW2a91Yr_MgPC3r8s7DXyV0i_HgSEcFt6LzpPboHN_62pp-JQ/s400/Stumbles+and+Gus.jpg" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565206455625417554" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 266px;" /></a></span><span style="font-size: 180%;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 180%; font-weight: bold;">Well basically Gus just dropped dead, alone, in Smith Street in Collingwood. Heart attack! In hindsight I do remember him mentioning weird feelings in his chest when we were wasted a few times. I didn’t think too much of it – we all get palpitations & weird physical sensations from time to time. Obviously he had an undiagnosed medical condition that ended up killing him. At least it was sudden for him – the best way to go! R.I.P. my brother!!! Apparently when his folks came over to clean up his belongings etc there was a half-bottle of Jim Beam beside his bed. Also (apparently) he’d just scored a job, at a bakery down the street from the Smith Street pub he was living at.</span><span style="font-size: 180%;"><br /><br /><iframe class="youtube-player" frameborder="0" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/jlyUjVora-Y" title="YouTube video player" type="text/html" width="480"></iframe><br /></span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 180%; font-weight: bold;">Yeah as I explained earlier, we had this recording we’d just done (“courtesy” of our drummer Brendan), and Gus had only put down “rough” vocals on 3 of the songs – (we ended up using those 3 takes anyway). “I’m The Man” came out on the split w/ANTISEEN, and “Normaloid Void” and “Vegetable Cunt Fun” were supposed to come out on a split EP w/NIHILISTICS, but Brad/First Blood Family Records fucked it up and it never happened. I think he had high hopes for his new label (after the demise of his great Rhetoric Records), but sadly succumbed back to his junky ways and fucked it all up. Shame about that. Anyway, we ended up using “Vegetable Cunt Fun” on the split 5” w/EXTORTION. The rest of the songs we split in half, and Jeff Clayton from ANTISEEN sang one lot, and The Boss from the NERDS sang the other half.</span><span style="font-size: 180%;"><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsW2IlAQ95JOSs42qriIIGuWwjrRxyZzIuu4Qp1I0gwd176bRX_g7MNbsjaPEHR4Vsrhup8IzSC_jYaKK5UInD2ofMP8mrbHhJKVeuf39WT2tVSGBTk7QLYn1XNidAOLOoUZq-fqA-5vM/s1600/stumbles+live.jpg" style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"><img alt="" border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsW2IlAQ95JOSs42qriIIGuWwjrRxyZzIuu4Qp1I0gwd176bRX_g7MNbsjaPEHR4Vsrhup8IzSC_jYaKK5UInD2ofMP8mrbHhJKVeuf39WT2tVSGBTk7QLYn1XNidAOLOoUZq-fqA-5vM/s400/stumbles+live.jpg" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565208233338512674" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 191px;" /></a></span><span style="font-size: 180%;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 180%; font-weight: bold;">Well I guess that song “Normaloid Void” hasn’t really been released yet (just on the RUPTURE/NIHILISTICS test pressing heh!)… (Who wants to buy it from me heh heh?)… There are no other unreleased songs (but maybe lots of unreleased rehearsal & live shit). There was a 4-track recording of just 3 or 4 songs that we did with Brad Diamond, that strangely disappeared tho’. Those songs were re-recorded later (“Repulsal” was one of them), but the original recording sounded cool I remember, with guitar in one speaker and bass in the other (true RAMONES style ha!)… Pity… As for future releases, there is always something happening… tho’ it gets longer & longer for it to happen… As for bootlegs? Who the fuck knows? I heard there was a “Corrupture” bootleg floating around Europe many years ago? And just recently, Erich & Thomas from Off The Disk Records in Switzerland released a boxset of early OTD 7” EPs (including our “Righteousfuck” EP) which me or Zombo never got one copy of. There’s a 5” coming out from Perth (Rest In Punk Records) and a split 7” with EMPIRE FALLS from U.S.</span><span style="font-size: 180%;"><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhabgGYDWMZAB0AoYT1cxdpuUlD_ZDXqxTdgj0tv6A7GO2c5l75pmvpTZG2sYnrGhjnswkiAevuEaVQyKsDvsBRk48JVx0iBZz69pYjbUhbUWsVf1L9rFVSlN6V4gnHSgrERXel94-RDfA/s1600/Gus+and+Stumbles+with+Francis+Frightful+from+Opposition+Party.jpg" style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"><img alt="" border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhabgGYDWMZAB0AoYT1cxdpuUlD_ZDXqxTdgj0tv6A7GO2c5l75pmvpTZG2sYnrGhjnswkiAevuEaVQyKsDvsBRk48JVx0iBZz69pYjbUhbUWsVf1L9rFVSlN6V4gnHSgrERXel94-RDfA/s400/Gus+and+Stumbles+with+Francis+Frightful+from+Opposition+Party.jpg" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565206957491442146" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 281px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /></a></span><span style="font-size: 180%;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 180%; font-weight: bold;">Hopefully our split w/OPPOSITION PARTY from Singapore will finally happen one of these fucking days, it’s been way too long in the making. Hate Ape Productions is supposedly bringing that one out. It’s kinda embarassing because our mate Francis from OPPOSITION PARTY went to a lot of trouble organizing their songs & also the brilliant front cover art for this release, and now, 3 years later… pffft. Same ol’ story, really.</span><span style="font-size: 180%;"><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2Lwe9-nSbdi1z2axA5imgLDO7WsmVytygxrCSpsApLC4We2se7JYW7Bg9s4GnQEiGk2v1Qf9R6PnaL2U14eT5BcOyowBcJqLuTquxw8wnpBJtIGnt-DvyittoWuYb9QktFKt1fDVtuuA/s1600/Stumblefuck.jpg" style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"><img alt="" border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2Lwe9-nSbdi1z2axA5imgLDO7WsmVytygxrCSpsApLC4We2se7JYW7Bg9s4GnQEiGk2v1Qf9R6PnaL2U14eT5BcOyowBcJqLuTquxw8wnpBJtIGnt-DvyittoWuYb9QktFKt1fDVtuuA/s400/Stumblefuck.jpg" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565207844007587522" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 382px;" /></a></span><span style="font-size: 180%;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 180%; font-weight: bold;">Personally I got totally sick of the whole band thing – that’s why I quit Rupture in the first place. It just wasn’t fun any more. I still enjoy getting drunk & stoned and making up music tho’. Zombo has his band THRILLKILLERS which play quite a few gigs.</span><span style="font-size: 180%;"><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiPD3Ompm2UoxOhLBsWchLO-Pqw6GgQOKcb4FK39GpRRiF0f-GCnL7b60yHSNE2aXP3VqOSwUBxjClgMj1DFKiVofa52jBzlHWySEmybdSXP8V7wrLa6krwsGg6JhAgVBghvTtsu75sKI/s1600/thrillkillers.jpg" style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"><img alt="" border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiPD3Ompm2UoxOhLBsWchLO-Pqw6GgQOKcb4FK39GpRRiF0f-GCnL7b60yHSNE2aXP3VqOSwUBxjClgMj1DFKiVofa52jBzlHWySEmybdSXP8V7wrLa6krwsGg6JhAgVBghvTtsu75sKI/s400/thrillkillers.jpg" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565207541199311314" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /></a></span><span style="font-size: 180%;"><br /><iframe class="youtube-player" frameborder="0" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/JAockBuI3-Y" title="YouTube video player" type="text/html" width="480"></iframe><br /><br /><iframe class="youtube-player" frameborder="0" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/ErWbsruub1M" title="YouTube video player" type="text/html" width="480"></iframe><br /></span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 180%; font-weight: bold;">I have no plans for the future at all. One day it would be nice to not have to work. So maybe scamming some sort of pension is a vague future “plan” in my head… But then that entails doctors, shrinks etc… and I basically can’t be fucked. I’ll probably end up killing myself more than likely. Just a matter of “when?”.</span></div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1646122204259041283.post-36257570139709070842010-10-26T22:33:00.008+09:002010-10-29T04:15:16.785+09:00Poopy Necroponde Interview<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;" >Poopy Necroponde</span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;" > Interview</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" ><br /></span><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" >Poopy Necroponde is an incredibly talented multi instrumentalist musician and vocalist. He has played in the bands Sockeye, Tough Skins, Breathilizor, Fossil Fuel, T.V. Watchers and Doktor Bitch amongst countless others as well as solo recordings. We would like to thank Poopy for taking the time to answer our questions and we hope you enjoy the interview. </span><br /></div></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgp-rknj78Ldy-TdQT00ix8mQUVK7YyI5D9RU6lqDgOX2EW_qPksODbbacqkZGqD1pZdhzfNc7ppallQjfOsm7tFR4SgWbCzFkq6WyXYAwp3Pmo_PC5qoOPLUmSj8mXpmnhZFMs9u767lA/s1600/Poopy+and+John+Wayne+Gacy.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 360px; height: 335px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgp-rknj78Ldy-TdQT00ix8mQUVK7YyI5D9RU6lqDgOX2EW_qPksODbbacqkZGqD1pZdhzfNc7ppallQjfOsm7tFR4SgWbCzFkq6WyXYAwp3Pmo_PC5qoOPLUmSj8mXpmnhZFMs9u767lA/s400/Poopy+and+John+Wayne+Gacy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532392634313308498" border="0" /></a><br /></div><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;" >The Scene</span></span><br /><br /></div><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" >In the mid-80's my friends and I started the first punk band to come out of Ridgecrest California. The only scene there was our giant network of friends, and there were no clubs that would ever dream of having an event like that held in their old time old man drinking holes. We would play in trailers or rent a generator and have shows out in the desert with huge bonfires and the works. I only got to see a few big Los Angeles and San Fran shows, but they were truely amazing. like night and day compared to little old Kent Ohio. There were national bands that toured through Kent, but we pretty much knew everyone at the show. At one time my girlfriend was the manager of 'the' punk bar in Kent... so we had a lot of fun. We went to West Virginny and NYC with Franco from MDC on his solo tour after he flew to Ohio for a few days... we partied with a lot of punkers...</span></span><br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;" >Poopy Necroponde</span></span><br /></div><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiB7WHWCGQsgaD84XRty7tbTy5-YjJ5xbN8LTjYpzMmWivtLyrulLHu5tUJ0Yrv-51b_gtLNEcNwNH5loCYSMITO7zKyCRfVlLcveAqbAqWCAsny7p4NHxg45gSob3gNT4pj8WbFZIXAKc/s1600/poopy+1.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiB7WHWCGQsgaD84XRty7tbTy5-YjJ5xbN8LTjYpzMmWivtLyrulLHu5tUJ0Yrv-51b_gtLNEcNwNH5loCYSMITO7zKyCRfVlLcveAqbAqWCAsny7p4NHxg45gSob3gNT4pj8WbFZIXAKc/s400/poopy+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532367357810691906" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" >I come from many generations of deep Ohio inbreeding. My father got a job in California and moved our family there when i was between 9th and 10th grade. A year later I dropped out of high school and wandered around the country for a spell. Back then a greyhound ticket was dirt cheap, and you could still smoke in the back. I knew two of the Sock-guys before I left, and did my first recording with Sockeye on a short visit to Ohio. they were "between bass players". A day or two before meeting Food to record Sockeye, Yum Yums, Kicky and I recorded our one and only band practice/ songwriting session for our group S.P.R.E. (Several Profoundly Retarded Eskimos). The band broke up at the end of the session.<br /><br /></span></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" >Sockeye</span></span><br /></div><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfjHJrrzby8OteltJTZuf0JV7UXRfwI4aI06EYeamswTtB3sVrI7fNYJibkSrW0l1U7W9qPzpl_eyAbjTefGQXDl9q3x-fK6N0JEDxmq1hlAX4wj0aMLRVB_RE91foJrO8repLf1h0yo4/s1600/sockeye+logo.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 152px; height: 156px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfjHJrrzby8OteltJTZuf0JV7UXRfwI4aI06EYeamswTtB3sVrI7fNYJibkSrW0l1U7W9qPzpl_eyAbjTefGQXDl9q3x-fK6N0JEDxmq1hlAX4wj0aMLRVB_RE91foJrO8repLf1h0yo4/s400/sockeye+logo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532398655009126962" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2B0RF91TxIL6R_DF6r5XrXCoJ-8E1kdGzXye53KL7MNP-ZvzoyZ9KaR-w4tp8E-EgUecMXRLQZsDW_tp-0S51UKRZw1bxk66vEqX2EThpWElN1v7yfCZfQko9-zLyKJdiA5eMMTODaVM/s1600/Sockeye+1992.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 158px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2B0RF91TxIL6R_DF6r5XrXCoJ-8E1kdGzXye53KL7MNP-ZvzoyZ9KaR-w4tp8E-EgUecMXRLQZsDW_tp-0S51UKRZw1bxk66vEqX2EThpWElN1v7yfCZfQko9-zLyKJdiA5eMMTODaVM/s400/Sockeye+1992.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532395418318222674" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Sockeye was around for 3 or 4 years before I became a bandmate. Their original drummer, scoops, played garbage cans, and I don't believe he had ever hit any real drums prior to that. I saw them play live twice when I was a teen, very moving to say the least. Kindered spirits we were. I recorded with sockeye in 1989 and when I moved back to Ohio in 1990 I just sort of became the next guy... they went through 3 or 4 bass players before me. The term tardcore probably came about after we had been playing for years. It seemed the whole town of Kent started to become like-minded Sockeye enthusiasts or disciples or clots. I think when Seth Putnam started touring A lot he was playing our tapes for people and spewing praises to us, and Food Fortunata really communicated with a lot of punks around the planet, so perhaps tardcore just happened as many thing in nature do, it is a branch of de-evolution.<br /><br /></span></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyqQ7VfJxI1DIoqIrdyNLy_ng5ErosUq1Ia6InALX2a0nC6h4F-uUDSZuk8fd44ESjOt9Devd6Cc9FMHuzoO2dZX3iPG18_99bSldYvQLYGHxKUVTLF0Aj1tR-hZ3f_Z1cDYqvwoMMbYM/s1600/Sockeye+Saint+Retard+tape+cover.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 336px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyqQ7VfJxI1DIoqIrdyNLy_ng5ErosUq1Ia6InALX2a0nC6h4F-uUDSZuk8fd44ESjOt9Devd6Cc9FMHuzoO2dZX3iPG18_99bSldYvQLYGHxKUVTLF0Aj1tR-hZ3f_Z1cDYqvwoMMbYM/s400/Sockeye+Saint+Retard+tape+cover.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532398797803228434" border="0" /></a><br /></div><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /><br /><object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ps1YJPnFnO8?fs=1&hl=en_GB"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ps1YJPnFnO8?fs=1&hl=en_GB" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object><br /><br /><object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nyYr8PbKpwA?fs=1&hl=en_GB"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nyYr8PbKpwA?fs=1&hl=en_GB" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object><br /><br /><object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OTsXoDLXLGM?fs=1&hl=en_GB"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OTsXoDLXLGM?fs=1&hl=en_GB" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object><br /><br /><object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yxLNd334yBc?fs=1&hl=en_GB"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yxLNd334yBc?fs=1&hl=en_GB" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object><br /><br /></span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Probably the last 2 years of Sockeye was just recording sessions and maybe a stray show here or there. I was always recording stuff with Food, but I played in tons of other bands, too. We had all lost interest in Sockeye, because our ideas about bands and songs were changing so much... it was boring doing punk parodies all the time... the first reunion show was to honor our favorite musical artists from Boston who came to Ohio to record a studio album with me (i was an engineer at the time) and the second reunion was this year for my 40th birthday. Just for all the old timers to get together and celebrate life.<br /><br /></span></span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" >The Live Experience</span></span><br /></div><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpnFUSpPRyhlJJu5W3U9ZPLVuL4zFjd6kB_qDXF0mFD7TNUAsQ8k5yhwwQaqQMYqpKz_nxLvmn343B-5f9q4hpJ3jTto5gD9DzSuixBNjbAAW8QERULvnQ1Og2Qil6TlnhPnstwAcjM7U/s1600/live+chaos.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 258px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpnFUSpPRyhlJJu5W3U9ZPLVuL4zFjd6kB_qDXF0mFD7TNUAsQ8k5yhwwQaqQMYqpKz_nxLvmn343B-5f9q4hpJ3jTto5gD9DzSuixBNjbAAW8QERULvnQ1Og2Qil6TlnhPnstwAcjM7U/s400/live+chaos.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532392153906796274" border="0" /></a><br /></div><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">It was wasted. Our shows were wasted. Our tours were wasted. Our memories are wasted. We were complete drunkards. We irritated everyone we ever stayed with on the road to no end. When we got together we just drank until we couldn't stand. We yammered on and on about insane dada nothingness to the point that most folks who were originally intrigued by us were quickly dis-illusioned and had to get out. Not really any average shows. Lots of pants throwing, garbage speading, and barely keeping a tune together. I was always so blown apart, it might be best to ask a concert attendee to highlight details. We would bring dead animals on tour to leave in people's refridgerators: hoist up on flagpoles: hide behind the furniture, stay up all night drawing pictures and hiding them around the apartments. One trip to Raleigh North Carolina had a gang of skinheads looking all over town for us to kill us, simply because we were so goddamn annoying.</span></span><br /><br /><object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/smxtFs6e-zU?fs=1&hl=en_GB"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/smxtFs6e-zU?fs=1&hl=en_GB" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object><br /><br /><object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NJTVWFqLVvk?fs=1&hl=en_GB"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NJTVWFqLVvk?fs=1&hl=en_GB" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object><br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Recording</span></span><br /></div><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsl_Vyz6b4FfHu9f8Vg7OQUWkDKJI5Ytv_v8YlxrONvbofUzbmvM2_TWa54TrdeWPzWdDArJ_jEh44_IqOcOh22Bu-hrarJbvjpWsKgo_MLCVVl4Kkq_Ds6MFvVxAsx9Krgachj2OtcPQ/s1600/Sockeye+split+7+cover.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 187px; height: 187px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsl_Vyz6b4FfHu9f8Vg7OQUWkDKJI5Ytv_v8YlxrONvbofUzbmvM2_TWa54TrdeWPzWdDArJ_jEh44_IqOcOh22Bu-hrarJbvjpWsKgo_MLCVVl4Kkq_Ds6MFvVxAsx9Krgachj2OtcPQ/s400/Sockeye+split+7+cover.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532396169567393922" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi435319GrYDBuZKVoo5ixfwaQpexNr_9DoaIwWbI2xSlZojqzvwek_qTM3l9o-Ce8ZrWE56XCU3vU6KHXSCRngVdBdm-xgBbah5aJsGO8OINVhM5eaHRZLdbp4KRdatXZCTF3kHm4ZO4s/s1600/Sockeye+grand+wizards+of+your+parents+sex+lives+7++cover.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 188px; height: 188px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi435319GrYDBuZKVoo5ixfwaQpexNr_9DoaIwWbI2xSlZojqzvwek_qTM3l9o-Ce8ZrWE56XCU3vU6KHXSCRngVdBdm-xgBbah5aJsGO8OINVhM5eaHRZLdbp4KRdatXZCTF3kHm4ZO4s/s400/Sockeye+grand+wizards+of+your+parents+sex+lives+7++cover.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532395976137618834" border="0" /></a></div></span></span></span><span><span><span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAgRH_Bh3m3EinhfUHkBtvu3PX1HDouVm3JmW5OkB-L3mJtnHr7sFIjJ2xtlucGkzJG2MkSZCw9VviEhJnbOdAXelSgFWcfTs5Zx2bkM6UOVFWfOe4LARzTNZT_6vdbvFXmJF1tVgtM50/s1600/Sockeye+Coprophagia+7+cover.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 185px; height: 185px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAgRH_Bh3m3EinhfUHkBtvu3PX1HDouVm3JmW5OkB-L3mJtnHr7sFIjJ2xtlucGkzJG2MkSZCw9VviEhJnbOdAXelSgFWcfTs5Zx2bkM6UOVFWfOe4LARzTNZT_6vdbvFXmJF1tVgtM50/s400/Sockeye+Coprophagia+7+cover.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532395658758418914" border="0" /></a></span></span></span></span></span></span><span><span><span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span><span><span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbXvJ0JCokjYE_xLVTTUNSoYhc2l6NJSotdww0Lgkpb9CtKNiqBpe7X1NU5pP3aHdTgWOIqrXHkKI26sK206ePwDT9rF3uGfHA8gGYSQkyRHuOctJJ5DvgWILc1P29xqGIYM6mjMgmvCQ/s1600/Sockeye+Barf+on+a+Globe+CD+cover.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 189px; height: 189px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbXvJ0JCokjYE_xLVTTUNSoYhc2l6NJSotdww0Lgkpb9CtKNiqBpe7X1NU5pP3aHdTgWOIqrXHkKI26sK206ePwDT9rF3uGfHA8gGYSQkyRHuOctJJ5DvgWILc1P29xqGIYM6mjMgmvCQ/s400/Sockeye+Barf+on+a+Globe+CD+cover.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532395793167677186" border="0" /></a></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">First off, Sockeye was so prolific because they had so many ideas bubbling through their heads 24 hours a day, namely Food and Yum Yums. they were prolific way before me, they did most of their real songwriting when half the band was still in high school. It was also easy to release a lot of material because no-one cared if it sounded any good, nothing ever had to be worked on or re-done. Once I joined the band we did the 'official' LP but mostly I just caused them to all drink too much and fizzle apart.</span><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><br /></span></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">The "interview" at the end of the "Retards Hiss Past My Window" CD on Mortville</span><br /></span></div><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3AoyMs7W15ZD3y6_ZLZEQYQ_xi1Rebrvg5Dwdv3zp2_LmSer1zU_CyL_L4tThYwEPf12XMVqZJRwK__SLmS_GTa_ISjdcTeKJBJllZ5J8y7IJT_yEX0X-QH1cDl3s9WB-AW9aom6es-g/s1600/Sockeye+Retards+Hiss...+CD+cover.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3AoyMs7W15ZD3y6_ZLZEQYQ_xi1Rebrvg5Dwdv3zp2_LmSer1zU_CyL_L4tThYwEPf12XMVqZJRwK__SLmS_GTa_ISjdcTeKJBJllZ5J8y7IJT_yEX0X-QH1cDl3s9WB-AW9aom6es-g/s400/Sockeye+Retards+Hiss...+CD+cover.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532393692771286402" border="0" /></a><br /></div><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">As you might imagine, my voice was the one sounding like a retarded Edith Massey from the John Waters movies. The interview was done for Brent from Nauscopy / Burping Turds, some zine he did I believe. We were too drunk to write a bunch of crap down on paper so we just recorded our answers to his questions. I think we were drawing the pictures for our album cover that night as well. Somehow the tape became legendary and Andy wanted to add it to our CD.. so why not? It's even more irritating than the songs.<br /><br /></span></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUKNGhz32BQFyJYGGhgMnI-CX2GiF_48li9aEZY6wvgHWovGI63jn8G8D1y5PvybD0myUQH08BPBGGt5-ohqaEH2KJ9fhwyktNOwoLNME-pzuEv-h0lRDk_ZcUIuRfQLMj9G2XGFr13kA/s1600/sockeye+and+toughskins+flyer.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 378px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUKNGhz32BQFyJYGGhgMnI-CX2GiF_48li9aEZY6wvgHWovGI63jn8G8D1y5PvybD0myUQH08BPBGGt5-ohqaEH2KJ9fhwyktNOwoLNME-pzuEv-h0lRDk_ZcUIuRfQLMj9G2XGFr13kA/s400/sockeye+and+toughskins+flyer.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532398443491056738" border="0" /></a><br /><br /></div></span></span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" >The Fans</span></span><br /></div><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">After we annoyed people with our tapes at parties long enough, they all started to become like us. They all adopted our sense of humor and style of doing terrible things to our surroundings. The out-of-town fans were very diverse. Bands like Fuckface would come through town and we would all treat them like royalty, and they would return the fave when i was in San Fran.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Apparently Sockeye was the favorite band of Eye Yamatsuka of the Boredoms.. and we were trying to line up a Japanese tour with Anal Cunt... but keep in mind that the only person in Sockeye who wasn't a complete blithering, homeless, jobless idiot was Food... so we couldn't arrange for anything, let alone pay for a ticket. I guess Atom and his Package did a Sockeye song?Eugene Chadbourne used to play 'Fuck Your Cat' for a while... not sure who else...</span></span><br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" >Seth Putnam?</span></span><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigSYgONd9pMEVU3jBahcqYjN2pbmYU4lwP2vUEj2w0Wls7ZfD8LG4tpjcYjhS6ajMGZL5TC7ljwCkGDP_YHMeCx03pHFBScexik6R_J7X9liBitUJFbXc3LsC8_TtFryLQVim20XvP52A/s1600/Poopy+and+Seth.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 356px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigSYgONd9pMEVU3jBahcqYjN2pbmYU4lwP2vUEj2w0Wls7ZfD8LG4tpjcYjhS6ajMGZL5TC7ljwCkGDP_YHMeCx03pHFBScexik6R_J7X9liBitUJFbXc3LsC8_TtFryLQVim20XvP52A/s400/Poopy+and+Seth.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532391686936250034" border="0" /></a><br /></div><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Well I've always loved Seth and his music and lyrics. By all accounts a lot of his inspirations were from colaborations with other boston cats, like Salmon Patties (who Seth credits as a co-writer of many songs) and the Post Mortem guys. At the risk of sounding pompous, I think after hearing my band the Tough Skins, it inspired him to write the oi "Stayin' Alive". In Kent Ohio it was fun and easy for me and Food to make fun of skins.. but in Boston we could have been killed easily... and I think that really spoke to Seth. Seth really pioneered an artform, and the writers of chunklette and most any art nerd post punk jerk owes him a lot of royalties. He lived it, and the <span style="font-family: arial;">rest </span>just reaped the free benefits. One of my favorite A.C. song titles is "I'm glad jazz faggots don't like us anymore"... it was so liberating to hear him say that! Ironically Tim Morse would have been a MUCH better candidate to play with John Zorn than Dave Lombardo!!! <br /></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" >When John and Tim were still in A.C. , they were in Kent for a night on tour and Food and I recorded A 90 minute tape with them. we called it 'Fossil Cunt'. From what I can recall it was completely unlistenable. The next morning Seth, John, Tim, Food and his girlfriend all joined me and my grandpa for breakfast at K-Mart. Somewhere there is a photo of us all together there. </span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" ><span>Side projects</span></span></span></span><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgft8AUxcCa2VkeUpoX1Q9bVsIw2oM5Gjd8oBvlCMp-FYVwBNO2avuX6wCPeYSG3PFXU8WY-ZO5hb-JRKcKPEMgfh41bDMIxztM-gBNgGbpS9yMHmNmOCSaaZmwYV2-Ubd4AVTxcj1I3Ek/s1600/Dokto+Bitch+logo.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 245px; height: 257px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgft8AUxcCa2VkeUpoX1Q9bVsIw2oM5Gjd8oBvlCMp-FYVwBNO2avuX6wCPeYSG3PFXU8WY-ZO5hb-JRKcKPEMgfh41bDMIxztM-gBNgGbpS9yMHmNmOCSaaZmwYV2-Ubd4AVTxcj1I3Ek/s400/Dokto+Bitch+logo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532398933559618914" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgy4xTn6WLPFlHJDahQT-fPM6utcXR8NXMa02pff6OkkaePCYNXKmQQAbBhXW_PF9ByFHIFSAM3QmsSryhQRfZW705kpafh-ZDSzfS8J3DNnjsvbeN5XA3f0t1vEtKNQaA0xi-ZsGbswXg/s1600/Doktor+Bitch+and+Acheron+flyer.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 167px; height: 257px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgy4xTn6WLPFlHJDahQT-fPM6utcXR8NXMa02pff6OkkaePCYNXKmQQAbBhXW_PF9ByFHIFSAM3QmsSryhQRfZW705kpafh-ZDSzfS8J3DNnjsvbeN5XA3f0t1vEtKNQaA0xi-ZsGbswXg/s400/Doktor+Bitch+and+Acheron+flyer.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532400198488964178" border="0" /></a><br /><span><span><span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeELVS4PTcFJiCkHgIFHIiujQ-aGJAsAevfcctNjrqGRZZ-OCcAFqh8_1RgTKuGkaJlhn8tefMh5KjG3ZsTe5_nYDaVk4t9qzevlormfUCD7SSBTwSgSlA0cDuYwS-5jec4bzHvJ2g0Os/s1600/Doktor+Bitch+and+Keelhaul+flyer.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 178px; height: 276px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeELVS4PTcFJiCkHgIFHIiujQ-aGJAsAevfcctNjrqGRZZ-OCcAFqh8_1RgTKuGkaJlhn8tefMh5KjG3ZsTe5_nYDaVk4t9qzevlormfUCD7SSBTwSgSlA0cDuYwS-5jec4bzHvJ2g0Os/s400/Doktor+Bitch+and+Keelhaul+flyer.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532400337476344386" border="0" /></a></span></span></span></span></span></span><span><span><span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrqTE5daGjhCjCOVjLOojSv6nEZQne2voD2H24-sb7PsBx5ea-PdM7m0YysBRkbCjH4vy2sA1ab18KwolyKmtwKO3XHkrQfE8PlXNG6flemMSRN8-64v5EbPVfpXWqrcGHHjBT1UBC0Mg/s1600/Doktor+Bitch+flyer.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 210px; height: 276px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrqTE5daGjhCjCOVjLOojSv6nEZQne2voD2H24-sb7PsBx5ea-PdM7m0YysBRkbCjH4vy2sA1ab18KwolyKmtwKO3XHkrQfE8PlXNG6flemMSRN8-64v5EbPVfpXWqrcGHHjBT1UBC0Mg/s400/Doktor+Bitch+flyer.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532400487380193858" border="0" /></a></span></span></span></span></span></span></div></span></span></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">One of my old bands, the Baby Shit Yellows, opened up for Sockeye. Our singer had to work so he ended up missing the show. We asked Food if he would fill in, and being on a few hits of acid, he naturally agreed with bells on. We told him the basic concepts of each song, and he went with it and gave it his all. Amazing man he is. Then of course he left the club and came back with a life-size wooden crucifix and a dead squirrel nailed to the top. My band spent the rest of the evening doing summersaults into him while he treid to sing for Sockeye. The guy who wrote much of the great Sockeye stuff, Yum Yums and I tried to do a side project band called 'The Smushed Dads'. we wrote 4 or 5 songs, and couldn't get anyone to play with us, so we just used the material for sockeye instead (boy w/ a bruised butt, facial disc). Food and Yums and I did tons of recording projects--- there is no way to list them all... but the Sluggisha Blogspot has the discography i think.<br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;">I mostly do recording projects, but I play bass for Doktor Bitch, featuring Pat from Boulder and Sam from Minch. It's a fun combination of goons and we have a split LP on the way.. </span><br /><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEP0A2d7tPibc9cawglCTTjjZEa9MOwHYd3cN7nSON8hIEIr-nnPantdz-Bmx_DYop5UJI3oWhH2CaRP-xo-tsHvTi_TuBgETnk0ZzW0czR_lxSN1EzIKb0vFfv8HfDLW308fwFuIVlcA/s1600/Doktor+Bitch+live+4.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 193px; height: 144px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEP0A2d7tPibc9cawglCTTjjZEa9MOwHYd3cN7nSON8hIEIr-nnPantdz-Bmx_DYop5UJI3oWhH2CaRP-xo-tsHvTi_TuBgETnk0ZzW0czR_lxSN1EzIKb0vFfv8HfDLW308fwFuIVlcA/s400/Doktor+Bitch+live+4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532401313578173458" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPDi2lr3NcbRKWrSv5kp6akMwrzNx9wWNiyRxVn0zS1jVvOaE48KdkAX-_hHLpICgO7PhRzpQnM3D72sLyUy9PkgnBKyIZdFzp2-vlc0NcDUJ66wGpGza6Yfg4FErpIxX0o0-Sw5xnmDc/s1600/Doktor+Bitch+live+3.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 190px; height: 144px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPDi2lr3NcbRKWrSv5kp6akMwrzNx9wWNiyRxVn0zS1jVvOaE48KdkAX-_hHLpICgO7PhRzpQnM3D72sLyUy9PkgnBKyIZdFzp2-vlc0NcDUJ66wGpGza6Yfg4FErpIxX0o0-Sw5xnmDc/s400/Doktor+Bitch+live+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532401225456047218" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6lGxB6x-_bC24O1eV4Xz9EezhbCB-3dodtEOwgj84ByQJGaQe0iVKVYju77NsKBkwpAWO_Y0kPtHWXZi6dT5RusgdQXhW3WPO6oaX5bDHemX3A7ZapgDN7JPsGDgpVHRvzsW0muSyE2k/s1600/Doktor+Bitch+live.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 394px; height: 206px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6lGxB6x-_bC24O1eV4Xz9EezhbCB-3dodtEOwgj84ByQJGaQe0iVKVYju77NsKBkwpAWO_Y0kPtHWXZi6dT5RusgdQXhW3WPO6oaX5bDHemX3A7ZapgDN7JPsGDgpVHRvzsW0muSyE2k/s400/Doktor+Bitch+live.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532401130561196834" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/U7_UXuBmljY?fs=1&hl=en_GB"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/U7_UXuBmljY?fs=1&hl=en_GB" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object><br /></div></span></span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" ><span>Fossil Fuel</span></span></span></span><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigVFKSRgaKmyQMPWBEkKrHKvM1BNizOUwlHC1NB2eyavyCGeF71uGGXPeRSeF4YawZo_1h08lCvqTFDsF17fWppXqNrZ2XGh9gXzIRg5zDe6dnRPmRtrX4Lp4Rs6iQH3qGaGPnRUbHSF0/s1600/fossil+fuel+-+knife+rock.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 423px; height: 429px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigVFKSRgaKmyQMPWBEkKrHKvM1BNizOUwlHC1NB2eyavyCGeF71uGGXPeRSeF4YawZo_1h08lCvqTFDsF17fWppXqNrZ2XGh9gXzIRg5zDe6dnRPmRtrX4Lp4Rs6iQH3qGaGPnRUbHSF0/s400/fossil+fuel+-+knife+rock.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532388248959547570" border="0" /></a><br /></div><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />Well getting back to a previous question, I think Fossil Fuel came from the creative roadblock of Sockeye, and I wanted to start a project that fit my own format a little better. Sockeye was still fun, but it wasn't "my" band... so i felt like a new project would allow me the comfort to bully my own feelings onto the tapes. I could speak for myself, and not the rest of the band. Food and i would get in our special place (which usually took about 12 beers each along with whatever else) and just let the tape roll. We were in zen for those hours of our lives. Like most jerks who do that stuff... the one night a week we felt comforted and human. We recorded 5 new songs very recently, one for a BP oil spill protest cd, and 4 songs to do whatever with. Anyone wanna put out a record for us?</span><br /><br /><object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xlgGz7gdbCQ?fs=1&hl=en_GB"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xlgGz7gdbCQ?fs=1&hl=en_GB" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object><br /><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" ><span>The Tough Skins</span></span></span></span><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8UBEp9H6ZTYLZWmYZ7_21lyKzLPkj_xs0Mzd-8q0dWbHFbIeYe0crtok7tvUYPIHK0agmw5tr5Acrxi7gGLwwwkAaKGEkmwwrjKDJkbw6b_6gYYQDX4ptF2joJKXjZwy8gX4-NMpFINg/s1600/Tough+Skins+CD+cover.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8UBEp9H6ZTYLZWmYZ7_21lyKzLPkj_xs0Mzd-8q0dWbHFbIeYe0crtok7tvUYPIHK0agmw5tr5Acrxi7gGLwwwkAaKGEkmwwrjKDJkbw6b_6gYYQDX4ptF2joJKXjZwy8gX4-NMpFINg/s400/Tough+Skins+CD+cover.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532390410150643202" border="0" /></a><br /><br /></div><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Tough Skins was another me & Food deal. Again, exploring new realms of fake bands to be in. We did 2 tapes I think, and got bored. Little did we know how much later generations would like it. We did a live set in 1993-ish at an A.C. show.. Seth asked us on stage and he got on the drums, I grabbed a guitar and Food sang 'Hippies vs Skins'. then the guitarist from A.C. tried to fight me because I knocked his guitar out of tune. Seriously.</span><br /></span><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" >Breathilizor</span></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKk99RVavZyxuHHKUTmTTyiQY3vL19zl4XiiTrFtpmgm_iYFGqMfoA_ODFHurC6f-EI4WHyrv-qFWBEXRx2eDkqthKbd9UHOfVdMGI4y0PSwpAAAI8xfiQulK7-gS7DTLu7ShDpJF33X4/s1600/breathilizor+7+cover+1.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKk99RVavZyxuHHKUTmTTyiQY3vL19zl4XiiTrFtpmgm_iYFGqMfoA_ODFHurC6f-EI4WHyrv-qFWBEXRx2eDkqthKbd9UHOfVdMGI4y0PSwpAAAI8xfiQulK7-gS7DTLu7ShDpJF33X4/s400/breathilizor+7+cover+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532391206194973298" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br /></div><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Breathilizor started right after Tough Skins, maybe 1992. I record all the music myself and Food does all the vocals. I have always loved metal, and I think even when I try to parody a perticular sound you can still hear what I really love inside it all. As A young man I mostly loved the ironic, unintended aspecs of metal. But the riffs for sure. Tommy Accused will still be my all-time hero.</span></span></span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" ><span>Breathilizor songtitles?</span></span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span>Miskatonic Of U</span></span><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span>Tattoos of Doom</span></span><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span>Call of Cthulhu</span></span><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span>Stabosaurus of Rex</span></span><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span>Time Traveller of Acid</span></span><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span>Brain of Psycho</span></span><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span>Necronomicon of Flames</span></span><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span>Fangs of Ghoul</span></span><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span>Metal of Breathilizor</span></span><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span>Castle of the Sinister Brain</span></span><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span>Vacuum of Satanic Space</span></span></span><br /></div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgv1Xsi0vH6BpzusKPTS5AEc_7_CThDSj6pqesziwRQKj28RU1SYntJ6Mw98uoJqFSCXBhBCnPnkvGKER9cSdRGi7dUweZ6H_uae6jXqAE3jWyAv5LsPqcn_cdpBSBw57yjDQ75kRN4iNI/s1600/ktf-+br+cover.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgv1Xsi0vH6BpzusKPTS5AEc_7_CThDSj6pqesziwRQKj28RU1SYntJ6Mw98uoJqFSCXBhBCnPnkvGKER9cSdRGi7dUweZ6H_uae6jXqAE3jWyAv5LsPqcn_cdpBSBw57yjDQ75kRN4iNI/s400/ktf-+br+cover.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532394744678618370" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Because that's how we roll in our chaotic world of sick mayhem of gorgrindiconic doom.</span></span></span><br /></div><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" ><br />Hep Z</span></span><br /><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIBlT8-CFfQhe5n5KRNn-AM7idRV45KKdv2ubGMiOMIEhPe9d7H7U2wxaYXeVKS2DZxuUGdCtKjc_HHdX7dev3ojXg7H6MHUT5D-vXZKD8Vp6Y4SMm4uB7uY_-FpRHHqRMJKsogt3LCZE/s1600/Hep+Z+logo.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIBlT8-CFfQhe5n5KRNn-AM7idRV45KKdv2ubGMiOMIEhPe9d7H7U2wxaYXeVKS2DZxuUGdCtKjc_HHdX7dev3ojXg7H6MHUT5D-vXZKD8Vp6Y4SMm4uB7uY_-FpRHHqRMJKsogt3LCZE/s400/Hep+Z+logo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532398275534976946" border="0" /></a><br /><br /></div><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Everything is easy writing and playing with Pat from Boulder. We laugh more than we sings and play-- the project was more out of making each other laugh than it was the songs themselves. Pat worked with Sloth back in the day, he's a great session drummer. He is the kind of guy that still remembers how to play every single song he's ever heard. Photographic memory.<br /><br /><br /></span></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQp1Swdf_ytCSRzZKLeUrR8iQN6Yo3vmegMxSBctiIPIsy70IwzyQQ62GItt4T32sBFVune9h1K6a1v8ZgrubvbM66L-pp7I9Z8U0Mv63LaMrNcwgoqcrqt7PbLuHZkln_-1fjZFjKfoY/s1600/Hep+Z+cover.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQp1Swdf_ytCSRzZKLeUrR8iQN6Yo3vmegMxSBctiIPIsy70IwzyQQ62GItt4T32sBFVune9h1K6a1v8ZgrubvbM66L-pp7I9Z8U0Mv63LaMrNcwgoqcrqt7PbLuHZkln_-1fjZFjKfoY/s400/Hep+Z+cover.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532398172065069746" border="0" /></a><br /></div><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></span><span style="font-size:180%;"> </span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" >As a solo artist</span></span><br /></div><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">I find the genre to be so self-indulgent and disgusting. The very idea of a 'solo' artist makes me sick. 99 out of 100 times the solo artist has lots of people behind the scenes doing all the real work. But I did the 80's cover tunes because i got so sick of punk rock elitism, too, and the notions of tough guy nonsense. It's 30+ years old. I don't care about your brand new bl'ast t-shirt. I saw them in 1986 and they were very great, and not very popular. Social Unrest was even better, and none of the kids are talking about them...</span></span><br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" >Instruments</span></span><br /></div><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" ><span>Believe it or not I like drums the best. But it changes with each year. I'm a self taught dingdong. I like playing anything I can get my hands on. These days my time for music is so limited, I go for the instant gratification of smashing the shit out of drums. I think if I would have stuck to music instead of sound engineering I might have become a great guitarist, but my dextarity has weakened over the years. I need an hour or 2 per day if I want to play how I'm capable of. So I guess I'll stick to 3 chord skinhead tunes.</span></span><br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" >Equipment</span></span><br /></div><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7zG9g9FNiTVrvV9_T0PWWG0TvV4kJL6W7_n9TW8mouFtj67IlPqoA5FjDXQnosARh6i8VGiwtSn6iE4V0syB3q1HVZlvMUAJVayVO516bsZDWvD3eyXJNt4E2wg-J_WgUTq2oml98LVw/s1600/gear+case.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7zG9g9FNiTVrvV9_T0PWWG0TvV4kJL6W7_n9TW8mouFtj67IlPqoA5FjDXQnosARh6i8VGiwtSn6iE4V0syB3q1HVZlvMUAJVayVO516bsZDWvD3eyXJNt4E2wg-J_WgUTq2oml98LVw/s400/gear+case.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532394306993165330" border="0" /></a><br /></div><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">I would only kill for Traci Lords. or Dyanne Thorne. I went from a 22 year old using borrowed gear, smashed shitty gear, unknowing about anything electrical or mechanical... to a 40 year old sound engineer who can hear the make of the guitar on the record (unless someone is using those rotten stinking amp modelers). I have a 1988 les paul custom, a Laney amp, and i'll never need or want another set-up. I still keep beater guitars. I love Ted Falconi and Thor from the Cows. Inspirational guitar sounds for sure. John Wetton's bass sound sticks out. I like lots of crap.</span></span><br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" >Music</span></span><br /></div><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">After years working in a recording studio, I really got to appriciate 'good' music... especially working with the older people. So I realized that I like all forms of music and sound. I am an anal snob about lots of it, but most genres have great soul to empart. I think I mostly like outsider art, though. The tough-to-describe stuff. I know I'm mid-age now, but I can hear it when someone is shootin' from the hip, or the heart, or the dick... and when someone is just blowin' stale air. I have become very particular about vocalists as I age. There's been so much music made by so many immitators and clueless doofs (I was one once, too!) that I feel like you gotta do something pretty fucking cool to impress me. BUT- I don't always listen to music to be impressed. Half the time I just want to hear somebody make me laugh. I do hate most of the recordings I have done in my life. And I hate most of the songs I have written. Except for 'Steve Albini fucked Pac Man'. that is my arch de triumph. </span></span><br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" >Devo</span></span><br /></div><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYBuUx_aW0L6wo54sA7gseyZsIvfo-ByfBYCE9Y_XMXHjSt_SrC_Jw9LR-GZ5TOS5BgWxrr0wUt3v0jCV0dY66orJGqczaPWSKi8e-9sEHXIsnaKlzOAElWTeAM6HH4K43_IGN6s7HnsI/s1600/Devotional+1.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 351px; height: 263px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYBuUx_aW0L6wo54sA7gseyZsIvfo-ByfBYCE9Y_XMXHjSt_SrC_Jw9LR-GZ5TOS5BgWxrr0wUt3v0jCV0dY66orJGqczaPWSKi8e-9sEHXIsnaKlzOAElWTeAM6HH4K43_IGN6s7HnsI/s400/Devotional+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532392926592079554" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_j9dRNwO2Fj9QpmT7b3Yf86-CWOpAD8tBQbzTt5MLhOTUk0M7hz9X2x9WI17m70UOS6ZfsIO9K49dayiDh6idba59T1i6chyeaV72BQg5ZY_OSpJYZLvkb7-oHTtyoK-spwWrzJ9ndjM/s1600/DEvotional+poster.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 170px; height: 262px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_j9dRNwO2Fj9QpmT7b3Yf86-CWOpAD8tBQbzTt5MLhOTUk0M7hz9X2x9WI17m70UOS6ZfsIO9K49dayiDh6idba59T1i6chyeaV72BQg5ZY_OSpJYZLvkb7-oHTtyoK-spwWrzJ9ndjM/s400/DEvotional+poster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532393017678352626" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">I would have loved Devo no matter what city or state they hailed from. The music was killer, but the videos are what really got me into them. The styles, the clothes, the merch, the mission staement: they just had such an amazing concept to their works. I don't organize the DEVOtional, but I play in a diffrent band every year to pay homage to the de-evolution band and movement. the DEVOtional is a gathering of butants who all celebrate being Devo through music, art, film, and fellowship. The Disney thing i don't want to see that. I do like their new record a lot though. I hadn't really liked an album they did since 1984's 'Oh No it's Devo'. If you don't know the truth about de-evolution, you owe it to yourself and your society to figure it out.</span></span><br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" >Politics</span></span><br /></div><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">My attitudes flux from day to day, month to month, year to year. I have had political phases, anarcho phases, and lots in between. Usually I work through a set of variables troubling my head for a while, and then I move on to the next mind set. Over all, for the record, I think human history is simple in it's nuance and we are doomed to repeat it always. Sadly this might be the last great empire, as our weapons and attitudes are too powerful now. As far as rascist/homophobe/sexist bands go, I find A lot of them more insightful and entertaining than bands who share my socio-political beliefs. 30 years of crying about the government still adds up to more dudes trying to live the band life, and putting their band before any actual action against the oppressors. Jello Biafra still said it best, and most fierce, and evoked the most change in american culture. The rich and powerful are still rich and powerful, but Jello got more people to see it for what it is... and to think critically about their circumstances.<br /><br /></span></span><span style="font-size:180%;"> </span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" >Lovecraft</span></span><br /></div><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Food and I both became huge fanatics after the early 1990's 'Cacophony' LP was released by Rudimentary Peni. They do an homage to various horror writers, Lovecraft specifically.</span></span></span><br /><br />Links<br /><br />Poopy Necroponde:<br />http://www.myspace.com/hellopoopy<br /><br />Sockeye (unofficial Myspace pages);<br />http://www.myspace.com/sockeye<br />http://www.myspace.com/sockeyefromkent<br /><br />Tough Skins (Unofficial Myspace page):<br />http://www.myspace.com/oimemates<br /><br />Doktor Bitch:<br />http://www.myspace.com/doktorbitch<br /><br />Sluggisha Blogspot:<br />http://sluggisha.blogspot.com<br /><br />100% Zero Records:<br />http://www.myspace.com/100zero<br /><br />Mortville Records:<br />http://www.myspace.com/mortvillenoise<br /><br />Sludgesiclle Records:<br />http://www.myspace.com/sludgesiclerecords<br /><br /></span></span></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></span></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></span></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" ><br /></span></span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" ><br /></span></span></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1646122204259041283.post-81058563875905501622010-10-20T07:54:00.007+09:002010-10-20T08:41:13.867+09:00Mentally Ill<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhasR_B2n_okVPoXzx7LR_2RsESCF0IXTHgiLsFsqRK6VF8y83LZIgESK6Teq7i7O4BgB4SXLF7CHE9jitk4WbmhY7-FPzaK3LOmmlP2bvv9WXbzBFXeLZP_AXUAyt1O9RQvJ5siJyHEBM/s1600/live3.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 369px; height: 246px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhasR_B2n_okVPoXzx7LR_2RsESCF0IXTHgiLsFsqRK6VF8y83LZIgESK6Teq7i7O4BgB4SXLF7CHE9jitk4WbmhY7-FPzaK3LOmmlP2bvv9WXbzBFXeLZP_AXUAyt1O9RQvJ5siJyHEBM/s320/live3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529903579214195890" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><br /><br /><br />The Mentally Ill<br /></span></span></span><br />Skitz Phrenic - Bass, Saxophone<br />Special Ed - Drums<br />Sado Marquis - Vocals<br />Klaus Trofobic - Guitar<br /><br />Chicago based sick fiends and killed by death punkers.<br />Interview with Sado Marquis.<br /><div style="overflow: hidden; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; border: medium none;"><br /></div><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-style: italic;"><br />When did the Mentally Ill form? Is it true that you all met in a mental institution?</span></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >The Ill formed in the Winter of '78, although our first record was not released until early '79. We all knew each other through attending an institution, although was are not allowed to specifically comment on the nature of the institution or its unusual practices. </span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >Needless to say, a great deal of mind control and discipline was part of the program.</span><br /><br /><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-style: italic;">To what extent was the use of electro shock therapy and heavy medication an influence on the fucked up sound and lyrics you had? What medication did you use and do you still use it?</span></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >To say medication </span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >influenced us understates the role it played in the musical content of the band.The Mentally Ill a</span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >lways has been product of modern pharmacology, we don't deny its role....as to shock therapy,we have no recollection of any thanks to our current med regimen. </span><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiA0pnM-8JbqSAbplRYJUuOSa-tC4B95bJbcuUXMEgz8d4qs6DPDmzG5m-cZQxdIDNHJFvtgRwphbzL64yzVDnUdYf_ryP0ud8IfA4K-LkCQZtsfsZfkoM4dH6QSiZ_BTKlIRHMo0-24vA/s1600/l_f72ea4d31000c59e004f35195faf7379.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiA0pnM-8JbqSAbplRYJUuOSa-tC4B95bJbcuUXMEgz8d4qs6DPDmzG5m-cZQxdIDNHJFvtgRwphbzL64yzVDnUdYf_ryP0ud8IfA4K-LkCQZtsfsZfkoM4dH6QSiZ_BTKlIRHMo0-24vA/s320/l_f72ea4d31000c59e004f35195faf7379.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529899104990603922" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Do you think tardcore would be a good description for the Mentally Ill?</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >No, do you?</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Do you remember if there were any particular records or bands that you could say influenced you as a band when you started?</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >Yes, there was a John Cage recording of a toilet flushing in reverse that we used to play for hours on end....It still gets my fingers snapping even today.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Did you play live much? How big was the punk scene in Chicago at the time? </span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >We never played live...the punk scene in Chicago was about as excitng as a cancer ward...it was quite pathetic actually.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Did you have a similar sound to the records when you played live, all distorted to hell and fuzzed out? What did people think of your sound at the time?</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >Since we never played live we never had to endure anybody's worthless opinion of our sound.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Can you tell me about the </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >“Gacys place” EP? Did you release any other singles?</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >We only released one single: Gacy's Place with Tumor Boy on the B side.</span><br /><br /><object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/b8LI6u6ovmQ?fs=1&hl=en_GB"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/b8LI6u6ovmQ?fs=1&hl=en_GB" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGqDGqXKwP994ZFxJ7byPSVSvPK2pVcbG3j8PDUYvAY7Su3a4DUXYP_yvbjxDDSx7f_Ka0v-bqlshsm8_8COBIxG8NoLv05mVWDBSp0GNAJVSyxAJtoSg5U8HYntRC5BKYJ11nFUQnnT0/s1600/l_e13872c3ef2d4af28c693f2b77b3f5ef.png"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGqDGqXKwP994ZFxJ7byPSVSvPK2pVcbG3j8PDUYvAY7Su3a4DUXYP_yvbjxDDSx7f_Ka0v-bqlshsm8_8COBIxG8NoLv05mVWDBSp0GNAJVSyxAJtoSg5U8HYntRC5BKYJ11nFUQnnT0/s320/l_e13872c3ef2d4af28c693f2b77b3f5ef.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529902008072409698" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Did the song “Gacys place” provoke any form of reaction from people in the Chicago area, how long after the murders was the song written? What was the reaction to the lyrics in general?</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >The song was written as John Gacy was in prison awaitng death. It was right after the murders, and Gacy's actual home where they occurred was located a short drive from where we recorded the single. Pretty much everyone who heard Gacy's Place shared the same reaction, anger, disgust and a general urge to want to kill the people who made the record. That reaction by the way, still continues to this day, something we are quite proud of.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >How many recording sessions did you do and how many were included on the Undiscovered Corpses cd? Do you have any particular memories of the different sessions? When were the vocals for the second two demos recorded? Was it difficult to remember the lyrics, or did you write the lyrics more recently? How did it feel going back and recording the vocals?</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >The Ill had many recording se</span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >ssions, we were under doctor's orders to get as much out of our system as we possibly could, so we recorded often. Usually, in basements, crawl spaces, sewage plants, but some in recording studios. Upon recently re-recording the songs, some additional vocals were added. I recently wrote some new verses and tried to add them in. However, every time I tried to sing them just jibberish came out. I think the Gods of punk rock were standing on my tongue.</span><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5e3quBYXnIODsmN5kO-O7-HjJ-UKaC_o-5c0ZQju0uecsgdyT9LqGlcI2VXpzpd42e3MYwKZzpoXwnpDnf0drzsvKHB0OX8_w0S_06yib05nJI_MaE77ZUnLtehf0iC4hlCzFqb6qgSQ/s1600/l_e5ed6ac29da9125c09b491c42c56d305.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 237px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5e3quBYXnIODsmN5kO-O7-HjJ-UKaC_o-5c0ZQju0uecsgdyT9LqGlcI2VXpzpd42e3MYwKZzpoXwnpDnf0drzsvKHB0OX8_w0S_06yib05nJI_MaE77ZUnLtehf0iC4hlCzFqb6qgSQ/s320/l_e5ed6ac29da9125c09b491c42c56d305.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529901212547359682" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">How did the CD on Alternative Testicles come about?</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >Jello Biafra contacted us and said he wanted to release our old tunes on CD. At first we said no, but eventually we agreed as long as he would release some of our more offensive songe with them. Jello had some issues with the lyrics on some of the tunes (especially Aryan Rock), but we shamed him into adding them, quite fooloish Jello was.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" ><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />One of your songs was included on the Killed by Death 2 compilation album, was that an official release? What do you think of that compilation? Did you know of any of the other bands at the time and what did you think of them?</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >Killed By Death was released without our permission or knowledge. We actually are included on two Killed By Death Compliations...we are one of I believe only two bands to share this dubious honor.I knew many of the bands that were included on those records,most of them were a bunch of posers.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Do you still listen to punk or hardcore? </span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >I only listen to punk and occasionally Ukranian bluegrass.</span><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgF_cZq_fEB343IVXrS-VYKoJ-j7h7tPXxQDB6ntVhqIHVbe3ng49Mhj8NAW8cI8eifFi0oZHjDDsPoSQaZ7OEf0NpgzPKvXmm3kUUFo1KcGVzPGBtoaD7Eu0IftR0HqzMv-dQZhdOmcBA/s1600/live+poster.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 207px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgF_cZq_fEB343IVXrS-VYKoJ-j7h7tPXxQDB6ntVhqIHVbe3ng49Mhj8NAW8cI8eifFi0oZHjDDsPoSQaZ7OEf0NpgzPKvXmm3kUUFo1KcGVzPGBtoaD7Eu0IftR0HqzMv-dQZhdOmcBA/s320/live+poster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529902845768891330" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >The Mentally Ill reformed in 2007 to perform at a DVD launch party, do you have any more plans to play or record?</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >Yes and no.</span><div style="overflow: hidden; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; border: medium none;"><br /></div><br /><br /><br />http://www.myspace.com/mentallyillbandUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0