Showing posts with label The Flesh Eaters. Show all posts
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Friday, October 23, 2020

The 1981 Listening Post - The Flesh Eaters - A Minute to Pray, a Second to Die

 The Flesh Eaters - A Minute to Pray, a Second to Die


#37

January 1981

The Flesh Eaters

A Minute to Pray, A Second to Die

Genre: Slash Magazine

4 out of 5



Highlights:

See You In the Boneyard


“What about Minutemen, Flesh Eaters, D.O.A., Big Boy and the Black Flag?” Exene sang on “I Must Not Think Bad Thoughts” at the end of Side One of More Fun in the New World. 

I loved X. Adored Wild Gift. Was reluctant to give it to another reviewer except, well, that’s the rules, man.  

She also sang “Glitter disco synthesizer, night school

All the noble savage drum drum drum

Astronauts go back in time to hang out with the cave people

It's about time, it's about space

It's about some people in the strangest places

Woody Guthrie sang about B-E-A-T-S, not B-E-A-T-S” which I took as a direct attack on Adam and the Ants and Bow Wow Wow and I still think I’m right. Good lyrics but also an indictment on an underground sound that became popular when Punk just…didn’t. 

It’s a good song but it’s not a successful one because at the time and until this project I didn’t dive deep into any of those bands she name checked. 

And once I did…well, it turns out I hated just about everything Black Flag put out until Ginn started Gone and Chris D.’s Flesh Eaters didn’t do anything for me, either.

And here we are, listening to their most acclaimed album and I understand why X wrote that song. This is a punk “supergroup” of sorts. Chris D. Wrote everything but he’s backed by John Doe and DJ Bonebrake of X and Dave Alvin of The Blasters (among others from that band) and it’s ugly. And it’s supposed to be. It’s as if punk tried it’s hand at Beat Poetry but wanted to stay “punk” at the same time.

But you know what’s kind of interesting to do?

Listen to the early version of Doe’s “Cyrano de Berger’s Back” that is done here and then go to See How We Are to hear that version, which isn’t terrific, but it’s fine and then jet to 2020 and hear the definitive remake by X on their excellent return record, Alphabetland. 


They were right, though. “What about Flesh Eaters?’ If only they hadn’t followed it with “Will the last American band to get played on the radio, please bring the flag?” nationalism. 


All the Decline movies are available to stream on Amazon Prime. I had never seen the first one, especially. It’s an interesting little document. I mean, Courtney Love is there. She’s an audience member. She’s still a nobody. And, to me, that’s the most interesting thing about the entire affair in retrospect. The fact that it was directed by Penelope Spheeris is of note because, although she went on to great success, I read that she had some kind of relationship with the people at Slash Magazine and, if that’s true, then that means she had great access through them but also makes the movie not much more than an advert for Slash and the bands it was supporting.


Which pushes back on the whole Punk aesthetic of “screw the man” anti-capitalism. No?


https://music.apple.com/us/album/a-minute-to-pray-a-second-to-die/213730222

Thursday, October 1, 2020

The 1980 Listening Post - The Flesh Eaters - No Questions Asked

The Flesh Eaters - No Questions Asked 



Flesh Eaters


"No Questions Asked"


Genre: OG LA PUNK


Rating: 3.5 


Highlights 


Jesus, Don’t Come Through the Cotton

Police Gun Jitters

No Questions Asked


Ok Flesh Eaters. 

Legends of the LA Punk Scene. 

This is “No Questions Asked.”

A burst of energy!

14 songs, 24 minutes.

Opening guitar riff ripped straight from Devo, Uncontrollable Urge 

Or maybe The Banana Bunch?

Chris D. is the Flesh Eaters: singer, writer and poet

The critic with his own band 

It’s not a common sight but guessing many of us have been there.

I definitely have


1980 and D’s an inveterate scene setter, hustler, 

LA show goer

Cranking out the legendary Slash Magazine with a small crew.

‘zine writer, A&R scout, has the cojones to name his label after

   Lee “Scratch” Perry’s “Upsetter”  

Chris D. is punk singer for the cognoscenti

Present at the creation of the legendary scene


He’s got the writerly skills 

Grokking out short bursts of song, 

words fly stream of consciousness

“Blabbermouth lockjaw of the soul”

(according to RIchard Melzer)

Like the band name Flesh Eaters songs are full of horror

Eg, “Jesus don’t come through the cotton”

Hey, it's 53 seconds of punk beat poetry all about shooting up!  

Let’s dance! 


Police Gun Jitters, Dynamite Hemorrhage, Ten Inch Razor

Suicide Saddle, Impossible Crime … and on it goes.

There’s a German word to describe the vocal style common to all:

Sprechstimme! 


And, a totally incongruous and appropriate

Bong load interlude 4 minute dub-reggae “Crybaby Killer” 

Mebbe homage to Lee Scratch the original Upsetter

(Every other song 2 minutes or less)

And perhaps ironic “nyah nyah” cry-baby motif 

Go on, give it a listen and see what you think.

If you are like me, it will take you back and situate you

In the LA punk scene of 1980


Here’s my final word:

Flesh Eaters “No Questions Asked” is 

a faint signal from the big bang of LA Punk 

It tells you something new about that scene

Not the definitive document, just a slice of what it was.

Chris D. is without a doubt an LA punk original.

Flesh Eaters were there, present at the bang creation

 with X, Go Go’s, Los Lobos, Gun Club, Germs, The Bags

All the big names

Its the band fronted by the journo who started a label and got the legends in his band

John Doe. Exene. DJ Bonebrake. Stan Ridgeway. 

All of them part of "No Questions."


Chris D. himself wrote a chapter in Doe’s recent book

“Under The Big Black Sun” 

He said “No Questions Asked” was fairly eclipsed by 

X’s “Los Angeles ” which came out around the same time.

As much of anything would have been.


Respect to Chris D. for realizing his poetic vision.

For starting his own band.

For then getting the legends to be in his band.


Here’s to the writer who is able to break through

And make music that weaves threads

into the fabric of our history 




https://open.spotify.com/album/1nuRGugqBAhZgfZdoBZuDT?si=lHIS-5vJRBu6oIGRIjok4A

Saturday, February 16, 2019

The 1984 Listening Post - Chris D. (featuring Divine Horsemen) - Time Stands Still

Chris D. (featuring Divine Horsemen) - Time Stands Still


#171
1984 Housekeeping
Chris D. & The Divine Horsemen
Time Stands Still
1.5 out of 5


Boy, is this title correct. I have no love for the Flesh Eaters. I think Chris D. requires way too much leniency and latitude for his pretentiousness when he’s leading the Flesh Eaters. On this, not only is he nearly impossible to listen to on that band but he’s like Conor Oberst if Oberst had no sense of humor or humility or recognition of his limitations. Listen to “Heat from the Sun” to learn what the title is about: Chris wants to be playing in a bar in 1955 at 1 in the morning but, since we are, at this point, 30 years removed from Beat Generation’s time, he’s going to push it out as a record and sell it to the punks.
I think I hate Chris Desjardins. 

Monday, January 14, 2019

The 1983 Listening Post - The Flesh Eaters - A Hard Act to Follow

The Flesh Eaters - A Hard Act to Follow

1983 Housekeeping
The Flesh EaterS
A Hard Act to Follow
2.5 out of 5
Highlights:
Father of Lies
My only experience with The Flesh Eaters is that they were name dropped by X in “I Must Not Think Bad Thoughts” but that wasn’t enough for me to go out and seek their music. Halfway through I get it. You’re like a screaming vampire/werewolf man. This should all be set to video shot by Ray Dennis Steckler. I didn’t miss much. This is so Mojo Nixon meets noise punk I can’t stand it. Better yet, it’s Sonic Youth, if they were a west coast hardcore band. Trouble is, almost every song that starts with promise, like “Fistful of Vodka”, “Every Time I Call Your Name” and “We’ll Never Die”, is marred as soon as Chris Desjardins starts singing. Oh well. Hello, dustbin…