The newest 156 EP has been released as a limited edition cassette on Los Angeles label Chondritic Sound.
This recording was the last work before 156 handled nothing but death. In Taking A Look… the listener is taken back to the original tribal style and ritualistic sounds heard on the self-titled debut CD.
156’s Memento Mori sessions, using all human bones, are wrapping up. Sample a clip here. That session will be released as 10” vinyl on a private press.
In 1984, artist and friend, George Petros (along with Adam Parfrey) created Exit Magazine, which lasted five issues, though there was a sixth unreleased issue.
The magazine was one of the most controversial art rags around.
Politically incorrect as it could be, it contained art and articles by Charles Manson, GG Allin, Anton LaVey, Joe Coleman, Richard Kern, H.R. Giger, Lydia Lunch, Richard Ramirez, Genesis P-Orridge, Raymond Pettibon, JG Thirlwell, Nick Zedd, Robert Williams, plus several handfuls of other iconoclasts. One may be able to find copies on eBay for $100 and up.
In 1998, the series was released as a book, The Exit Collection, on Tacit. It has been sold out for years, and copies currently go for about the same as the ‘zines.
Recently, George decided to archive all the issues of Exit to upload, and catalog it on the internet, for everyone’s enjoyment.
Have fun killing an hour or two over at Exit Magazine's archived website here.
Last year, around this time, Miami’s incredible Blowfly made it up to The Knitting Factory, and I was there, though late.
I had been on a several-day birthday celebration, and what better way to keep it going? However, when a man gets a message like this, he knows he’s got to move it.
Listen to 60’s funk and parody artist Blowfly put a curse on me for my tardiness: Blowfly chews out A.S. (600 Kb wav file).
I pressed 2 for months.
Anyhow, if you are unaware as to who Blowfly is, you are so very uncool. You dig?
Blowfly is Miami’s original, and world’s first, dirty rapper. Sexist, racist, offensive, but you’ll love every word of it.
Blowfly was born Clarence Reid in Cochran, Georgia and later moved to Miami, Florida. He soon got his act solid when a relative scolded one of his dirty rhymes with, “You is nastier than a blowfly.”
He released his first record in 1965, and “Rap Dirty” was to be the first of the dirty-dance numbers, let alone the first rap album. He followed that sucker up with close to forty more releases and even a documentary film, The Twisted World of Blowfly.
His tracks have been sampled by Puff Daddy, Ice Cube and Jurassic 5, and Reid has also written clean numbers for the likes of Betty Wright and KC and the Sunshine Band.
He was almost forgotten and chances are you would have never heard of him if it wasn’t for Miami journalist Tom Bowker (who set up Blowfly’s band, as well as handles the drums).
That evening was a haze, but Blowfly killed it, as did the legendary Andre Williams, and soulful Barrence Whitfield, but this next one should be even wilder.
This year, Blowfly is playing an early show at MoMA PS1 in Brooklyn on Sunday, November 24th.
So drop on by for some nasty raps! Maybe we’ll hang after, and you can run off with some of my birthday cake.
I had decided to take a stroll throughout the LES and Village to get some photos for a few new blogs I’m creating.
Earlier in the day, a friend had posted how she saw a hawk catch, and eat, a bunny. I thought of the majesty of nature, and all its greatness, but I also thought how I hadn’t seen a scene like that since 2008. While trespassing in an abandoned auditorium, I saw a bird of prey fly off after walking in on it, interrupting its lunch, leaving behind the pigeon it had caught.
On this walk, I got to Tompkins Square Park, and thought to take pictures of autumn leaves.
Soon, I feel eyes upon me, and look in their direction.
I felt a connection, and then the beast swooped down right by me, landing only feet away.
I thought he wanted to say “hello”, until I noticed the tiny snack of a mouse.
After gulping down the rodent (which apparently taste better than the hundreds of squirrels everywhere), it perched right by my side, and I pulled out my phone, because if it’s not on Instagram, it didn’t happen.
After a few moments, that beautiful creature took off, taking a piece of my spirit with it, as I soared for a bit after.
I have a previously-unpublished piece, titled “Sex: It’s Out of My Hands”, in the FILTH issue (#7) of the San Francisco lit/art fanzine Be About It.
The article is about the hidden layers of nasty, yet sublime, sluttiness you can hunt down via the internet. It was read at only one FL performance in 2010.
The zine is $4 (postage paid), but you can contact them here for more order info.
I also had an autobiographical story, “The Gang That Couldn’t Shoot Straight”, in their TRIUMPH issue (#3). Ask if they have any of those around, too, if you are interested.
New York City’s Infernum Tattoo Studio celebrated a year in business with artists from around the world, a brain-shaped cake, and barrels of booze.
All the artists, which have placed ink to flesh in our studio, are shown holding Infernum wine bottles, made especially for this evening.
This November marks 23 years of poking people in the eye.
I released the first issue of Feast of Hate and Fear in 1990, after I wrapped up work on my other fanzine, To the Left, which was more “occult” oriented.
FHF became a staple in the underground, as I recieved decent reviews in Flipside, Maximum Rock and Roll and Factsheet 5. It made FHF fans and enemies, and brought me tons of love and hate mail, until I decided I no longer wanted to run it in print, back in 1998.
Most of FHF was then uploaded onto the internet in October of 2001.
A Life Lived As If In Hell, the artist edition, by 156: contains a CDr of the EP, with an extra unreleased track, tucked inside handmade straight-jacket.
It’s an edition of one, so contact me if interested.
The cassette version, which is limited to 100 copies, and released on TX’s Out of Body Records - are almost sold out, too, I believe.
Read some reviews here, here and here.