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Killdozer: Twenty-Seven Years and Countin’

In high school, I remember often wondering if I would still be listening to a lot of the same music when I was much older. Fast forward twenty-four or twenty-five years and the answer is an obvious, "yes." Jesus, how time flies.

My love for music really blossomed after I discovered a lot of interesting music around seventh and eighth grade. Like most people, more often than not I can still remember the exact person or introduction behind every band I have ever discovered. My friend Steve’s older friend turned me onto Alice Cooper at the age of around twelve. A few years later, this same person led me to the river with another two important introductions, the Cramps and Killdozer.

While I fell in love with all three of the aforementioned bands, Killdozer were from Madison, Wisconsin, a town not too far down the road from my own hometown in Wisconsin. In other words, they were Midwesterners and that was especially relevant to me. Fact was, they also had some hilarious lyrics accompanied with some fantastically fucked up bluesy music not unlike a mix between the Cramps and CCR. Brilliant shit.


Killdozer in repose.

"Intellectuals Are the Shoeshine Boys of the Ruling Elite" was my ubiquitous bathroom music during my teenage years. I remember like it was yesterday the time I left the bathroom only to have my mother approach me and ask me what I was listening to in the shower. After telling her "Killdozer," she then proceeded to tell me she was disappointed in me. (This was coming from the same mother who, a few years earlier, after having discovered I had gone to see Ozzy Osborne at the tender age of thirteen, had told me the exact same thing after she and my father read about Ozzy and the concert in our local paper. My parents also added that they would have never let me go see such a "sick person" had they known who he was.) I can only guess mom did not appreciate the lyrics to "Pile Driver." Just a guess. Perhaps it was the lyric, "this man drank all of my beer and filled the bottle with piss." Perhaps it was the lyrics, "this is the man who stole my woman. This is the man who killed my dog. This man fucked my wife. This man fucked my mother." I’m not certain.

Anyway, after high school, I moved to Madison to attend the University of Wisconsin in 1986. Killdozer, by this time, had put out "Snake Boy" and the "Burl" EP. Upon moving to Madison, it was quickly obvious that Killdozer, along with the Tar Babies, ruled the local music scene. I managed to see Killdozer play out live now and then, though certainly not as often as I should have.

In 1987, "Little Baby Bunting" was released. The back of the record sported an x-ray of Edward Gein’s skull. Bill Hobson later told me that it was "borrowed" from the University of Wisconsin-Madison by one Killdozer’s friends who worked at the hospital. Among my circle of friends, the song "Hi there" was an instant favorite and still is to this day. Never has such a beautiful string arrangement worked so well or been more unexpected in a song than in this Killdozer classic.

After releasing "12 Point Buck" in 1988 and the brilliant covers-only "For Ladies Only" 7-inch box set in 1990, Killdozer called it quits.


T&G press photo circa “For Ladies Only”

Killdozer’s hiatus lasted three years. Since Bill Hobson had issues with touring, Killdozer replaced Bill with Paul Zagoras of the local Madison band the Burning Earnies, a move that Bill was not aware of until he eventually got wind the band was carrying on without him. This lineup released two full-length records, the first of which was "Uncompromising War on Art Under the Dictatorship of the Proletariat" in 1994. The scorcher "The Pig Was Cool" clearly showed that the ‘dozer were still a force to be reckoned with. In 1995, they released "God Hears the Pleas of the innocent."

Eventually, Dan also "left" the band, and like his brother Bill before him, it was not exactly on mutual terms. Dan had by now had a kid and since touring obviously does not mix well with fatherhood, he was eventually replaced; again, like his brother Bill before him, he was not aware he had actually left the band until he eventually found out the band was carrying on without him.

The new lineup added drummer Erik Tunison of Die Kreuzen, second guitarist Jeff Ditzenberger (A.K.A. Green River) of local Madison band Power Wagon, and Scott Giampino from Cash Money. This lineup would eventually release Killdozer’s final full-length record, the aptly titled live "Last Waltz."

Touch and Go’s 25th Anniversary show in 2006 allowed Killdozer, in Michael Gerald’s words, "to bury the hatchet and rekindle our friendship; we weren’t speaking to each other for over a decade." Since then, Killdozer has sporadically toured, mostly on the weekends since all three now have steady jobs. Michael is currently a tax lawyer in Los Angeles, Bill is a grip in the movie business in LA, and Dan lives in Madison and is a nurse.

Last year I contacted Michael via email in an attempt to get them to play Seattle, a show that has not yet panned out. However, I am, as always, hopeful that Killdozer will play here sometime soon. I did recently recount to Michael the story of my mother getting upset at his lyrics, to which he replied in classic Killdozer fashion, "I forgive your mother for her foolishness."

Killdozer played a live show in New Jersey on WFMU on November 6, 2008. They may not be spring chickens anymore, but as you’ll hear from this live radio show, they still sound great.

(postscript: Henry’s including a live show by Killdozer v.2 from ’94 when they played Athens with Steelpole Bathtub at the Atomic. He was drunk on something wacky that night. Listen for various Athens colleagues smack talking Chunklet into the microphone.)

Killdozer – Athens June 94 (tape side A)

Killdozer – Athens June 94 (tape side B)

Chunklet Hoodies Limited Time Offer!

So I’m getting another batch of Chunklet hoodies made. So far there’s about 20 being made. Each already has a home, so this won’t be sold on the site.

For a limited time (I’m guessing a week or so), if you email me or leave a way to get in touch with you in the comments, I’ll help arrange you to get one.

Unlike the one modeled (by none other than Dave Doughman from Swearing at Motorists), these will be dark heather grey with dark green type. Just to change it up.

They’ll run $45 or so with shipping. American Apparel hoodies. And yes, that’s my cost.


Ah, Dave….

Oh, and check out this gnarly Laughing Hyenas recording from ’89 in Birmingham, England!

Randy Bewley R.I.P.

It’s been rough hearing so much bad news recently. Read about Pylon here. Read about what happened to Randy here.

Our thoughts go out to Randy‘s kids, his bandmates, his girlfriend Hannah, and everybody around him and his life.

The second I know funeral arrangements, I’ll leave it in the comments.

Unrest: 20 Years Later And They Still Don’t Suck

Thinking back on their career, Unrest were a band that couldn’t be categorically written off. By the time the 90’s hit, Unrest was already a band for over five years and had already gone from being an angular, harsh(ish) noisy project to a delicate, shimmering pop band. And these were musicians that were my age in the DC area that were proto-indie rock. Or maybe it’s "meta." All I know is that by 1990 hit, Unrest was two guys and a girl who banged out some of the most minimal, simple pop hits of the era.

My original introduction to the band was "Kustom Karnal Blackxploitation" which, still to this day, I consider to have one of the most bad-ass A-sides from 1989. "Invoking the Godhead" was more Bastro than Brit Pop and "Teenage Suicide" was a glimmer of what Unrest were to become sooner rather than later.

Sadly, I never got to witness the angsty Unrest, but I collected all the self-released Teen Beat cassettes and singles of the era in no time thanks due in large part to my vicinity to Yesterday & Today. I got to see Unrest play the Lotsa Pop Losers fest at the shoebox known as DC Space in late 1991 with a soon to be legendary line-up including Velocity Girl, Small Factory, Tsunami and Versus. Good god, and that was at DC Space?! Christ. That was 18 years ago! Time flies.


an old Unrest flyer I found! 1991, maybe?

Once I left for Georgia, Unrest really hit their stride. "Yes She Is My Skinhead Girl" was out in 1991 on K Records and is still one song I consider to be absolutely, 100% flawless. I’ll fight anybody that disagrees. "Imperial FFRR" was released in ’92 with the "Perfect Teeth" box set coming out later that same year. By this time, it was pretty hard not to admire Mark Robinson’s obsession with Factory Records. Giving catalog numbers to visits to amusement parks, an unbreakable comb, a sticker or his station wagon!? I mean, come on! At least Factory had the, uh, Haçienda! Anyway, it was all brilliant. Yes, brilliant.

Unrest seemed to come through Georgia quite a bit in ’93. They opened for Superchunk and Th’ Faith Healers at the Masquerade, had a slot at Lolapalooza at Lakewood and opened Fugazi and Superchunk at the 40 Watt. And yes, I was at all of them. Unrest even did one of those "you had to be there" in-stores at Criminal Records back when they were over on Euclid Avenue. I say that "you had to be there" because I wasn’t. My friend Travis and I got lost on the way from Athens and arrived just as the band was packing up their gear. I clearly remember Criminal owner Eric and employee Lillian scoffing at me for missing their performance. I should add, that I’ve since found both of them to be anything but a typical (read: condescending) record store employees. Just to clear the air. I think I just got them on a bad day. But damn, I’m still bummed I missed them.

The final time I got to see Unrest was at the Somber Reptile when Bryan Poole (then of Basement Saint, later of Elf Power and now in Of Montreal) and I carpooled down. It was Stereolab’s first tour of the US and I still think they never were to be nearly as good live as they were that night. It really was a perfect night.

I saw Air Miami, Mark’s first post-Unrest band, debut at the Merge Records 5th Anniversary weekend in ’94 and I subsequently interviewed him for Chunklet on the curb out in front of the Cat’s Cradle later that night (I was drunk). They were okay. As was his subsequent band Flin Flon. But I don’t know what it was, but Unrest were, and continue to be, his master stroke.

As a final note, Teen Beat has been releasing countless "hand made" archival-quality CD-R releases though their website. Not only can you (finally) get early Unrest tapes on a digital release, but the packaging is sort of ridiculous. Strongly recommended. Mark’s a consumate obsessive and it reeks off him. And I love that about him.

While I’m on the subject of their hand made releases, you should pick up The Rondelles pair of CD-Rs that bookcase their very first and very last recordings. There’s plenty more to check out. Go there now.

And before I forget, does anybody have any old Unrest t-shirts or records to trade?

In closing, in honor of this post, I’m including an entire set of Unrest that I recorded at the 40 Watt in Athens ’93 along with a prime video that Greg Webb shot of Unrest at Criminal Records later that year. You know, the "good ‘ol days." I sure hope Mark’s okay with this because I absolutely adore everything Unrest did and most everything else he’s ever done.

Unrest – Bavarian Mods – Athens 1993

Unrest – Christina – Athens 1993

Unrest – Suki – Athens 1993

Unrest – Blushing – Athens 1993

Unrest – International Nautical Miles – Athens 1993

Unrest – Skinhead Girl – Athens 1993

Unrest – Love To Know – Athens 1993

Unrest – Cherry – Athens 1993

Unrest – June – Athens 1993

Unrest – Nation Writer – Athens 1993

The Replacements’ “Shit Hits The Fans”

You know, it’s funny. I was recently reminded of an incident involving The Replacements when I first moved to Atlanta. My office was part of a print shop just north of Buckhead and the two fellas who owned the shop were from the band Fiddlehead. They’d often bristle at jams I’d play. Joy Division, The Plugz, Rezillos, Neutral Milk Hotel, Wire. The list of bands that annoyed them was staggeringly long considering they were both musicians and people that considered themselves music fans.

However, I remember playing "Let It Be" by the Replacements and getting the repeated jabs of "Why are you playing this bar band shit?" and "Can these hacks learn to play?" I guess you had to know these guys, but they would’ve never grown tired of Drive Like Jehu playing 24/7. Not that I mind Jehu, but that’s not the point. Math rock dominated Atlanta back then. Or at least it did in the group of people I first encountered.

That was 1997, but in 2009, I’ll be goddamned if I’ll endure listening to somebody spout off about how much they hate the Replacements. Ironically, I’ve heard that repeated attempts to get the band to reunite have been halted due to Tommy Stinson’s involvement with Guns’N’Roses which has to be the worst fucking bit of pathos I’ve ever heard.


“Primo” ‘Mats circa ’85?

Back in the late 80’s, though, finding out anything about the Replacements in southcentral Pennsylvania was next to impossible. Zines never showed up. College radio was pathetic. No venues. Nothing. So it always ended up with me going to Philly, DC, NYC or Baltimore to find anything that couldn’t be purchased at Tower Records.

I had heard of a tape-only release called "Shit Hits The Fans" that piqued my interest. The tapes origin were especially dubious. Taken (as in SEIZED!) from a concert goer at a show in Oklahoma, the tape was immediately released by Twin/Tone in an edition of 10,000. This release is more infamous than famous, and is claimed to be a snapshot of prime-train-wreck-era Replacements on tour in ’84. See the set list here.

I remember when I finally found my copy very well. In 1988, I’d driven to the Allentown/Bethlehem area to see The Ramones and went to the only decent record store in the vicinity. As I often did, I went looking through the cassette tapes to see if they had a copy of "Shit Hits The Fans." And as luck had it, I found a copy for $8!

I think I made it 20 minutes into the drive home before I took the tape out of the car stereo…


The tape cover…..

Until I discovered my copy (I’m guessing it was at the store Brian Turner worked at), I thought the tape was a red herring. And when I finally discovered it, I was massively disappointed.

Since then, I’ve uncovered a handful of STELLAR Replacements bootlegs. I think my favorite is from them performing at Club Lingerie in Los Angeles on, what I’m guessing, was the same tour that "Fans" was recorded. Now THAT was a recording worthy of being officially released.

A vinyl transfer of the tape is included with this posting. I’ve gotta say, though, I enjoy this recording a helluva lot more now than I did back in the late 80’s. I think I was expecting more showmanship, but at the time, I didn’t realize that wasn’t the band’s strong suit.


Please note that “Mr. Smog” ran the ‘Mats fanclub!

The Replacements – The Shit Hits The Fans (side A)

The Replacements – The Shit Hits The Fans (side B)

Mayyors (What’s Rockin’ Me Right This Second)

Antony and the Johnsons sold out the local theater in town last week. It drives me insane.

Bon Iver and Joanna Newsom and all these watered down Van Dyke Parks aspiring  hippies can fuck off.

It’s 2009, and truly damaged and out there music is in danger of being extinct.

Fortunately, I picked up the Megan LOLZ single by Mayyors recently and it gave me hope.

This live video of them blew my mind.

Oh, and I also love that they don’t have a website. Fuckin’ A.

Jon Glaser: Undisclosed Delocation

Comedian’s Adult Swim show premieres Thursday

It was only a matter of time before Jon Glaser got his own Adult Swim show, ‘cause Adult Swim loves those alternative comedians. He’s paid his dues, too, having voiced Stroker on Stroker and Hoop, DJ Jesús on Lucy, Daughter of the Devil and appeared on Aqua Teen Hunger Force. It’s just, in this share-and-play-fair world, his turn.
            Glaser’s plunge into Cartoon Network’s line of “mature” audience programming is Delocated!, a live-action show where “Jon” (Glaser) testifies against the Russian mob and enters the witness protection program—with a twist. Dim, opportunistic Jon, stoked on the promise of fame and a “sweet loft,” has his family don ski masks, get surgically-implanted voice harmonizers and move to New York City (of all places) to be on a reality show about their lives. Almost-famous Glaser emailed Chunklet from his own sweet loft to talk about the show.


Jon Glaser in Delocated

You keep a pretty low profile online. Plenty of interviews come up now, but for years the only hits on your name were brief items about Stroker and Hoop, Invite Them Up or an upcoming stand-up appearance. The Midnight Pajamajam site, if I recall correctly, didn’t even mention your name. There’s still no official website, your MySpace profile is private—and you don’t even show your face on your own show. It’s like you don’t want someone to recognize you.
 
Ha ha. Yeah, I’m not terribly comfortable with aggressive self-promotion and with the whole Facebook and My Space thing. I’m not on Facebook. I only started a MySpace page to promote the show, and I’ve never been terribly comfortable updating it. I’ll probably just cancel the whole page entirely since I’m a lazy grandpa who wasn’t that into it in the first place.
 
Hey… Who’s after you, man? Is this why you prefer an email interview?
 
Email interviews afford me the time to write, edit, re-write, and obsessively over-think my answers. It took me an hour to write this answer, but that’s also because it included the eating of an entire meatball sub, which slowed things down a bit. Mmmm, it was good. Wait, I think I mentioned a meatball sub the last time I did an interview for Chunklet. Opening my filing cabinet. Pulling out my copy. Looking for my interview. Yep, there it is. I remember that sub, it was fucking amazing.
 
Why the pre-episode disclaimer? Who are you protecting?
 
Would you believe me if I said we were protecting Bruce Foxton from The Jam? No, you wouldn’t, so I won’t bother telling you that’s who we’re protecting even though that’s the answer to the question.
 
Do you worry Yvgeny Mirminsky [the hapless Russkie wannabe comedian charged with gunning down “Jon”], having already senselessly slaughtered Paul Rudd, might kill Jon Benjamin?
 
I do worry about that, yes. I worry about it very much.
 
When will we see the inevitable Benjamin cameo? He’s the head of the Russian mob, or Yvgeny’s asshole brother sent to do the job right, huh?
 

Jon will make his cameo in the very last scene of the very last episode, in Season 5, which takes place in Moscow (already approved). It’s hard to explain, but he is going to play the ghost of Bob Lanier. Ha ha. What a dumb, arbitrary joke and reference that only a handful of people will enjoy. One of those people, however, is the President of the United States.

Tell me about Mirminsky. How much thought did you put into such a complex character? Certainly the time will come when the conflict between his desire to make people laugh and his responsibility to the Mirminsky crime family will reach critical mass. How will the drama unfold? No spoilers, please.
 

Here is how much thought I put into Yvgeny Mirminsky:  How can I make Eugene Mirman’s name sound “Russian-y”?
 
How many terrorist alerts have you set off running around NYC with those masks on?
 
Two. The San Genarro Festival was shut down for a day, and the Brooklyn Bridge got shut down for 5 hours. Both of these stories are either 100% true, or 95% untrue.
 
Have you considered the possibility, since life imitates art and attention whoring is at an all-time high, that some shithead in the witness protection program already had an idea for a reality show? What if he sues?
 
Well, there were two movies about Steve Prefontaine within a year of each other, so I don’t see why there can’t be two reality shows about the witness protection program. Someone can be the Billy Crudup to my Jared Leto. Also, why do you automatically assume that this person is a “shithead”? Pretty rude, dude. And if anyone’s going to sue anyone, let’s hope someone from the real witless protection program sues Larry the Cable Guy.
 
Suppose instead that Delocated! plants a seed, and a real witness protection program-based reality show gets greenlit? As someone who clearly sees the ridiculousness of reality television, but must enjoy a good freak show/train wreck, would you watch it? Who would you root for, the witness or the bad guy?
 
First of all, that would be completely insane. But if it happened, I would root for the witness and the bad guy. To fall in love. Much like Eugene and I will fall in love in Season 3, Delocated: Austin. Oh, fuck, wait, I think I just leaked a spoiler.

You’re writing a book. Cool.
 
It would appear that this was not a question at all but I will answer it anyway. I am indeed writing a book, based on a dumb comedy bit I did a few years ago about how I discovered some letters which reveal that my dad was in ZZ Top. It’s sort of The Lazlo Letters meets Letters From A Nut, but all about music and all 100% true*. (*100% not true)
 
Thank you for your time.
 
Yes, now that I have briefly talked about my book, we are indeed done. Thank you for my time.


Jon in simpler times….

If Travis Bickle Collected Records

"You’re a nice guy and good looking enough…"

Personally, the OCD & intensity just aren’t there enough for me.