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These are not ``reviews'', they're not meant to tell you what's�
good or bad. Musical taste is questionable anyways. The goal is�
to just list things that might be interesting from a homopunk�
point of view, whatever that means, plus anything else that's�
interesting or obnoxious.

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{\entry JDs Top Ten Homocore Hits} (JDs, Box 1110, Adelaide St.�
Stn, Toronto Ontario M5C 2K5, CANADA) \$5 (NO CHECKS! CASH ONLY!)�
The long awaited Homocore Hits tape! contains ten original songs�
made specifically for this tape. Pretty broad mix of songs. Yo�
DJs, buy a copy (they're too broke to give out free copies), most�
songs are air-playable, (U.S.) no swear words etc. If you don't�
play it, people won't hear it! Support your homo bands!!

Songs are, side 1: ``Male Call'' by NIKKI PARASITE (of NIKKI \&�
THE PARASITES fame) with a cool pop/punk song that's definitely�
my favorite; ``Toilet Slave Trouble'' by TOILET SLAVE, not very�
nice people I think! ``Too Scared To Be Queer'' by BIG MAN (loud�
mouth Mykel Board and Mark Rentzer) about macho dudes who haven't�
got the nerve every ``out'' homo does; ``I'm Queer'' live�
thrash/noise by NO BRAIN CELLS; unfortunately I can't make out a�
word except when they announce the song. ``Tell Me Why'' by�
GORSE, more noise/thrash, alas, totally unintelligible. ``Be A�
Fag'' By SF's BOMB, now defunct; the words and guitar chords are�
B, E, A, F, A, G!. 

Side two has ``The Fairview Mall Story'' by FIFTH COLUMN, (off�
``To Sir With Hate'' LP) narrative song about a boy who has sex�
with an older man in a bathroom and gets caught; with G.B. Jones�
and Bruce LaBruce of JDs infamy. THE APOSTLES do ``Forbidden�
Love'', grim as usual, but I like their music, and this is one of�
their best. Robt Omlit with ``Bang!'', weird sounds over words�
about getting back at fagbashers, BANG! ``The Boy Next Door'' by�
ACADEMY 23, slower, clean sound, sure sounds like the guy from�
THE APOSTLES\dots And last is ``Bert'' by the hated ZUZU's�
PETALS, another of the JDs bands.

Only complaint: no girl songs at all. Where are all the girl�
bands? (In general, I mean.) Hiding? It's hard enough for girl�
bands to play, never mind homo girl bands\dots\hfill{\bf TJ}

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{\entry TATER TOTZ ``Alien Sleestacks From Brazil'' (There is no�
beginning)} LP (Gasatanka Records, 1241 N. Harper  Suite 6,�
Hollywood CA 90046 USSA) Indeed. Really spooky shit. This makes�
me wanna get ``Revolver'' when I already have th' ``White�
Album''. I hate the BEATLES. It's just not their fault that they,�
very rarely, gave birth to a decent song. The TOTZ make me wanna�
check out the ever-derisive Yoko Ono.

The lineup features Jeff and Steve McDonald, Pat's Fear and�
Ruthensmear, Trace Element and a special guest appearance by�
Danny Bonoduce (ne\'e Partridge).

You might call this a conceptual piece. An insane amount of�
detail about the influence of Hayley Mills and Yoko Ono on so�
much music that it just might border on a plot.

Side one starts out rather unspeakably campy, but half way�
through the side it starts taking you down to where the TOTZ may�
well only know. Hot cover of ``Tomorrow Never Knows'', thus my�
sudden need for ``Revolver'' (yeh yeh I haven't listened; like I�
said, I've been avoiding such musical turgidity). But it really�
takes off with ``Don't Count The Waves'' and ``Bharta's Boogie''�
places you snugly in the pit that side two will soon invite you�
to climb back out of. ``Bharta's Boogie'' comes in nine parts,�
eight of which are on this vinyl tweak -- you figure out the�
borders, if you need to and if you can and if you're on the right�
provocative combo of drugs. Whichever you're on (or off) will be�
exponentiated by this LP, be fairly warned.

Side two (the piece of resistance) is a cover of Ono's ``Don't�
Worry Kyoko (Mummy's Got Her Hand In The Snow)''. In, yes,�
\underbar{five} permutations. You can tell the specific number�
you're listening to if you watch the vinyl, but not really�
audially. I wouldn't bother. Just deal with the cosmic fodder as�
best you can and throw things at the next Deadhead who tells you�
Jerry \& Co. are the be-all and end-all of psychedelia.

Okay, so maybe you've heard this; if so, maybe you find the TOTZ�
pass\'e. Your problem. If not, I suggest you stop at very little�
in getting hold of a copy. You could probably research this LP's�
material forever. Or you could just sit back and enjoy the�
freakout. Or you could play that comatose Dead Can Dance tape�
again. Or you could\dots\hfill {\bf Deke}

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{\entry DIAMANDA GALAS ``The Litanies of Satan''} EP (Restless�
Records, Culver City CA 90231-3628) OK, you homos, this tasty�
piece of sheer-ly (heh) channeled possession insanity was�
recorded in 1981. I heard a tape of it in 1987 and hit myself for�
the next 2 \frac12 years for not making a personal reproduction�
thereof Musical Priority \#1. I was left with gimping�
explanations of a fading impact of being fair blown away. You�
seen this scene.

Well, it's 1989 and ``Litanies\dots'' has finally been released�
domestically. I know, all the umm, heat and furor is over the�
``Masque of the Red Death'' trilogy au moment, but you'd be�
missing out severely if you let that hide this from your ears.

``Litanies of Satan'' is a poem from a book called ``Flowers of�
Evil'' by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE. It was one of the six or so that�
won B. a censorship trial and a heaping helping of repression.�
Ms. Galas' interpretive rendition (conveniently translated inside�
the package, next to the original French the singing's in) will�
melt your rationales and leave you to worry about an exquisitely�
wounded reality. You gotta have it. I can tell\dots

Side two features ``Wild Women With Knives''. Yes, she really�
means it. This LP's not for homogenized tastes. With this in�
mind, dare to want a little mo' \dots

P.S: Of Course, you've read the mondo feature GALAS interview in�
this summers' FORCED EXPOSURE. Just thought I'd mention�
it\dots\hfill{\bf Deke}

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{\entry BUTTHOLE SURFERS Double Live Bootleg} LP (Latino Bugger�
Veil records (did they bootleg it themselves?), Rough Trade)�
Bootleg quality BHS absolute goodness. Four sides of pure audial�
nutrition. Not the vinyl to start your habit on. It's got it's�
weaker moments as well as it's moments of transcendent�
brilliance. Moe sez that all youse teeming Butthead masses need�
this shit and but bad. You know they's right. Supplies are�
limited\dots You get ten bonus songs on the tape, I don't know�
about the CD but it's something in that bonus area. See them on�
tour\dots heavy new studio rumors\dots I investigate�
tomorrow\dots order this killer shit from Rough Trade. Or go back�
to ELO SPEEDWAGON. Or Diana Summers\dots or Tom Jonestown\dots�
or\dots\hfill{\bf Deke}

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{\entry B.A.L.L. ``Bird'', ``Period (Another American Lie)''} LP�
(Shimmy Disc, JAF Box 1187, NYC NY 10116 USSA) BALL is a feature�
band of the ever zoned out Shimmy Disc label. Cynical zaniness�
and twistedly sentimental little ditties give way to swellings of�
readulterated pyschedeloid megagrunge. Not to say it doesn't come�
across -- it'll hit ya hard right where the standardization hangs�
out.

``Bird'' brings you a BALL reproduction of the BEATLES (argh!�
that thang again!) suppressed ``Yesterday and Today'' record�
cover.

If you expect boppy feel-just-groovy-fine music in an audial�
reality, avoid this flavor like that charming Helms couple. If�
you wanna twitch shake and deal with it by cycling through the�
thick of the shit then you shouldn't be missing ``Bird''. Freaked�
out overload flickers into 60's pop burlesque that'll piss off�
sensitive liberals.

Only slightly less recommended is ``Period\dots'' The textures�
vary a bit more herein, the roundabout takes a bit longer to�
heave it all home. Still it's worth the wait. Some of this will�
never leave your brain again. The transition between halves of�
side two is fuckin' orgasmic and shit.

There's a third BALL motif out, `` Trouble Doll''. I haven't�
heard it yet, but it's budgeted. You could just send me some of�
that silly green shit\dots\hfill{\bf Deke}

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{\entry Moral Crux} Side Effects Of Thinking LP (Polemic Records,�
Box 1516, Moses Lake WA 98837; \$7 USA/Canada, \$9 elsewhere)�
These guys have at least two albums out, but I lent my other one�
out and of course it never came back. Oh well. This is hardcore�
with melody and (gasp) intelligible lyrics. Which are somewhat�
ordinary subjects (are we jaded) of the unjust and frequently�
oppressive world we live in -- especially if you aren't white�
male. But look! A song that mentions gay rights! Check again --�
is this a hardcore record! Yup! 

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Talk about your rights and
talk about your freedom
if it ain't for everyone
then it ain't for none
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Freedom means civil rights
Freedom means gay rights
Freedom means womens' rights
Freedom means human rights
\dots
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Other songs are about living in this fucked up world, one that I�
think is about a band living on the road but sure applies to just�
general grungy urban life (``Street Noir'') and one that�
definitely is (``Terminal Town''). There's a photo collage and�
lyric sheet included. Write to Moral Crux at 48 ``E'' St. SW,�
Ephrata WA 98823.\hfill{\bf TJ}

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{\entry MDC} Elvis in the Rhineland LP, Metal Devil Cokes LP (R�
Radical Records, 2440 16th St. \#103, San Francisco CA 94103) The�
first is a live record, from a recent tour through Europe. These�
guys are so consistently good it's scary. But someone borrowed�
the goddamn record so I can't tell you what goddamned songs are�
on it. But, it has a lots of songs you recognize plus new ones.�
Also, I am usually wary of ``live'' records, cuz they usually�
have all the bad things of a live event (crowd noise, shitty�
sound, etc) with none of the good things. This one's real clean�
though, and I actually use this record instead of previous ones�
when making tapes.

When I first saw Metal Devil Cokes I thought: another so soon?�
But what a pleasant surprise! All new songs; the first side is�
hardcore MDC style -- ``Huddled Masses'', about racism and the�
``history'' crap we get in school; ``White Men In Suits'', about�
nice normal people. But ``Tofu Spaghetti''?! Fuck yeah! ``Deep in�
the Heart (of Racist Amerikkka)'' sung to the tune of ``Deep in�
the Heart of Texas''. ``I was a Dupe for the RCP'' tells of how�
they got fooled into doing a benefit for ``No Business as�
Usual'', an RCP front. (I remember the show! RCP scum!) The title�
song is fast, hot hardcore, one of the best songs (of many good�
ones) on the record. ``I'm a Knucklehead'' is a cleaner version�
of a song they've been playing locally, (including the 3rd?�
Homocore show this past summer) with Al Scwitz's kids, and a�
bunch of other young 'uns, plus assorted weirdos. ``Something For�
Everyone'' is my favorite, and it's basically sounds like an�
irish folk song, not surprising since the Bedlam Rovers were�
involved. (The Bedlam Rovers played in the Financial District on�
St. Patricks Day to unsuspecting office drones; they got their�
drinking songs mixed with blatant anti-landlord, anti-english and�
other ahem partisan songs. Plus lots of us local weirdos hanging�
around. Not your typical irish folk band, but then, this is San�
Francisco\dots)

One song they'll catch shit for is ``Mongoloid Child'', which�
assumes the mother of a deformed kid took drugs or something. The�
idea is good but cause and effect should be reversed\dots Comes�
with the usual complete lyric sheet, huge list of credits and�
contact info. The cover art is by Jayed Scotti, of FEEDERZ fame,�
who also did lots of the DKs record covers.\hfill{\bf TJ}

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{\entry Emilio Cuberio} Death of an Asshole LP (Widowspeak�
Productions, Box 1085, Canal St. Station, New York NY 10013-1085)�
This guy from NYC is very rude, harsh and violent. Basically,�
it's poetry done to music; that just doesn't begin to describe it�
though. The first song on this record is enough to justify the�
entire record. It's a rotating list of words, one added at a�
time, the tells a multi-level story. After listening to it a few�
times, I realized that only a few hundred people on the planet�
could possibly understand all of it; you'd have to understand�
Burrough's language-is-a-virus idea; a catholic upbringing; AIDS�
virus transmission vectors; the pope/vatican's stance on AIDS as�
``punishment''; catholic's suppressed sexuality; and a few other�
things thrown in. (I wouldn't mind sticking my tongue in an alter�
boys asshole either!) These things go on simultaneously yo see,�
in only a few hundred words\dots

This is a very harsh record! ``This Guy Knows His Meat'' is about�
some guy having sex with a 6 year old; do either of them know�
what they are doing? ``Mr Officer Sir'', a story about a rape by�
a dickheaded macho cop; anyone who's been frisked and harassed�
physically by pigs will know some variation on this theme\dots

``\dots those that experience the X-RAY OF CIVILIZATION every�
time they leave the house or turn on the tv or radio or pickup a�
newspaper or suddenly realize their legs have come to a halt�
before a red traffic light. MEAT FOR THE MASSES is the war that�
plays and replays in the heads of members of [our] tribe; it's�
the volume of that war that reaches epic dimensions and when the�
person hearing it realizes they're walking in streets and subways�
full of thousands of people who appear deaf to the sound of�
it\dots'' (Sounds like the Situationists) Sound familiar?!

You aren't likely to find this in many record stores. According�
to Widowspeak, it's already banned in 13 countries. Somehow it's�
not hard to believe\dots\hfill{\bf TJ}

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{\entry Lydia Lunch} Oral Fixation (Widowspeak Productions, Box�
1085, Canal St. Station, New York NY 10013-1085) Recorded live in�
Detroit in January 88, I have never actually listened to Lydia�
Lunch speak. Wish I had earlier! Now I can understand why�
dickhead males get all upset -- she's not very nice to standard�
issue breeding males, and they're not used to the criticism. Get�
used to it DUDE.

Two sides of a monolog on sex and life. Informs through shock�
value, and a lot of it is just plain funny. And a few jerks�
(guess what sex) say typical rude shit at various points; she�
simply works 'em in. Lots of it is very personal with no apology,�
and lots of it is simply well informed sharp�
observation.\hfill{\bf TJ}

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{\entry Surrogate Brains} Surrogate Serenades EP (LOOKOUT! 
Rec\-ords, Box 1000, Laytonville CA 95454) Six songs on the�
latest record from these guys (they appear on three previous�
LOOKOUT! compilations). Tight and clean punk/rock. The whole�
record is good, but a couple of songs stand out; ``Tide On My�
Soiled Genes'' (cute title) about racism without the usual punk�
rock pontificating, and my favorite, ``America the Machine'',�
rather depressing words but the music is hot. Kendon Smith did a�
little more than half the vocals and lyrics. 

I've seen these guys play at Gilman Street; they put on a great�
show! If we ever do another Homocore show they are gonna get a�
phone call\dots

You can write 'em at: Surrogate Brains Friendship Line, Box�
70104, Stockton CA 95207.

(I wish somebody who has all the LOOKOUT! records would write up�
reviews of 'em, and I'll include in the next issue. There are a�
lot of them!)\hfill{\bf TJ}


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