see shrug's nihilism essay above as intro. to this:
i. anything by keiji haino. mostly because if you see him live, you'll end up puking due to the sound reverberating all of the cells in your body. never seen him myself, just heard about it. his stuff is virtually unlistenable, songs are 40 minutes long, alienating everyone with sound, noise, unless it's live, of course. then it alienates you to the point of puking. plus, he uses his body violently to play instruments, bangs himself up a lot.punk as fuck.
ii. sonic youth- evol. come on. the poster has lung leg covered in blood and looking as rabid as ever. punk as fuck.
iii. sex pistols- nevermind the bollocks. "Fuck this and fuck that Fuck it all and fuck the fucking brat. She don't wanna baby that looks like that I don't wanna baby that looks like that" need i say more? oh yeah, punk as fuck.
iv. the motels- "all 4 one" because it has the songs "only the lonely" and "he hit me and it felt like a kiss", and the album "little robbers" because it has the song "suddenly last summer". "only the lonely" and "suddenly last summer" are the only karaoke songs i can do, really well. and we all know karaoke is punk as fuck. personally, i think the singer, martha davis, is super hot, judging from the eighties spray-on pics of her on the album covers. next......................................
v. unwound- the singles album. "this isn't georgia this is tumwater....". this line reminds me of this punk kid who went to tumwater, our beloved high school. every year there's this nativity scene at the lacey mall, it's all lit up with fluffy ephemeral mechanical doll angels playing the harp, cows mooing, and so on. the baby jesus is just a doll, you can't see him as he's swaddled somewhere in the manger. this punk kid from my school stole the baby jesus doll in the middle of the night about a week before christmas. he took it to the capitol campus in downtown olympia, tied a noose around its neck, gouged its eyes out, and hung it from a tree on campus for all the state workers to encounter first thing in the morning. it made the front page of the daily 0, noone knew who did it. punk as mother fuck (although completely, disturbingly insane, makes one worry a little....guess that makes it punk as fuck!)
vi. bobby conn- rise up! imagine this: a little man, a christian who wears a gigantic american flag as a cape and shakes his booty, who served time for mail fraud, writes little feel-good jesus-christ superstar-esque ditties, only you're listening to it and you're on PCP, or some other god-aweful drug produced in a lab from volatile household cleaning products. warning: very addictive. it's good shit. punk as fuck.
