From Chunklet contributor Neil Mahoney and Chunklet bud Jonah Ray! Enjoy.

Ya’ll will have to accept my apologies for not posting more in recent weeks. Vacation, traveling, weddings, bar exams, not to mention work and the impending Comedians of Comedy trek which is easily doubling the amount of touring we’ve done on any other tour. Oy.

So anyway, the immortal and legendary Son House….. This recording was the only one that he did for John Peel in 1970 at the Playhouse Theater in London. Keep in mind that this firecracker was SIXTY EIGHT when this recording was made. Unbelievable. And he performed for another eighteen years until his death in 1988. Makes people my age look like pansies.

I also strongly recommend checking out his performance on the Desperate Man Blues DVD.

Son House circa 1965

And if this kinda stuff floats your boat, may I recommend these two blogs that focus on early American music, and this blog that focuses on Peel sessions. More slop will be posted soon. Promise.

Son House – Death Letter (Session)

Son House – Don’t You Mind People Grinning In Your Face (session)

Son House – My Good Gal (session)

I have an armload of excuses for not posting the last couple of weeks and most of them involve traveling around the country from Florida to every state between here and Louisiana and Ohio. And no, I’m not on tour.

However, Sarah (my lovely wife) asked me who I’d most like to kick in the balls (without fear of retribution, mind you) and it got me to thinking……

Would I want to go straight to people like Hitler or Adolf Eichmann or go the old history route of Genghis Khan or Vlad the Impaler? Louis XIV? Carrot Top? Jeff Tweedy?

This’ll be a fun bit of fuckery in the comments section while I get my ducks back in a row here. I’ve got plenty of stuff to post and….good news…..Teasley and I are finishing a new issue!

The Big Sounds for Little Ears LP contains this brain vaporizing excursion into an improv Christian interpretation of Daniel and the Lion’s den done by a Alabaman kid, Kip, and his puppet, Archie, as well as numerous songs sung in the key of holy shit by a choir of elementary school kids. I know this is not technically a song, but it is so punishing that I wanted to see how many of you could endure this. It is obvious who hates humankind on this platter o’ wax; it’s that god damned human-handed simulacrum who can’t stop the bellicose flapping of his dummy yapper. You see, Archie is one damn inquisitive puppet, and he hounds Kip incessantly about why the bad men throw Daniel in the lion’s den. Kip’s accent is about as Northern Alabama cornbread mouth as it gets, and it is almost impossible not to stab yourself in the leg as his fumbles over the plot trajectory of the parable. I know it’s a fucking puppet, but you just can’t believe how unperturbed Kip is with that stupid little plastic bastard Archie. If you make it through this one, you have more of a will of steel than a monk who sustains his nuts being put into a pot of scalding coffee. Just think Henry had to listen to this 18 times as the cassette rolled around in our torture tape challenge for issue 19.

Anyway, for the next 7 minutes and 38 seconds prepare yourself for an audio hell not unlike Lou Reed’s Metal Machine Music played with Bing Crosby’s Christmas in Kilarney spinning at the same time. Good luck. God bless your sweet soon-to-be-demolished soul.

Archie – The Story Of Daniel

I found this lengthy article pretty un-put-downable. (revised link!) Two things, though. First, I never knew of anybody except those under 20 with suspect record collections to care about Victory Records. Secondly, I never have considered Victory anything other than a shitbag indie mimicking the majors.

This guy is no Joe Carducci, but at least he gives good "writing".

Regretably, Victory’s legal team forced the author to take his thing down. Pussies. I’m sure this won’t be the last we hear of this.

In or about 1980 Jim Nash and Dannie Flesher started a dinky record shop in Denver, Co. They soon handed off that operation and headed to Chicago to set things up again using the same handle they employed out west. Landing on N. Lincoln Ave. was WAX TRAX! RECORDS. Quickly the store also became a label.

why did I write on the cover? Don’t do that!

The maiden release in that year of 1980 was the STRIKE UNDER – "Immediate Action" 12" E.P. Yes, let it be know that WAX TRAX released a single "rock" (punk rock) offering before going almost instantly and exclusively into the realm of industrial / electro dance mode. Many a descent Chicago punk rock effort cannot go without some sort of branch on the Naked Raygun and/or Effigies tree. Here we have both Pierre Kezdy, later of Raygun and Chris Bjorklund who took up duties with the Effigies. STRIKE UNDER also contributed two fine tracks to the super "Busted At The Oz" Comp. Then they went kaput – one year and out!

Post Script: CD? NO NEVER, AS FAR AS I KNOW, BUT ONE SONG DID MAKE IT ON THE WAX TRAX BOX SET.

STRIKE UNDER – context

STRIKE UNDER – elephant’s graveyard

STRIKE UNDER – immedate action

Example: "Have a bass player that wears his bass above his belt buckle."

As per usual, leave suggestions in comments. This should be fun!

Thanks to Aaron Draplin for this’n.

Sympathy For The Record Industry for sale? Oh man, where do the punchlines start?

It’s good to know that convicts know comedy gold when they think of it. Absolutely genius. A verbatim remake of Michael Jackson’s "Thriller". Oy.

ROCKY THE ROBOT SINGS THE ALPHABET SONG

Get ready non-believers, imagine a world, a world where robots know…THE ALPHABET! That’s right, a through zed without pause. But that’s not all. Also imagine in that world, that he is introduced by some crackpot, bad British accented goofball thespian. Okay, also in that same world kids love sing (out of key and not in that general kids always sing out of key way) the answer in the call-and-response of the robot’s monotoned alphabet recital. Oh yeah, and the music they sing over sounds like Jerry Reed’s “Sugar Foot Rag” from the Texas Bound and Flyin’ LP. Not since Rosemary’s Baby have black people been this scared! Yes, that what we have in store for this week. A production so cheap they didn’t even get a vocoder to do Rocky Robot’s voice. The lp this comes from is the For Laughing Out Loud…and for singing out loud, too! Volume 2. It’s a Pickwick International production from ’78, which as far as I know only did lame kid’s records like this one. Henry had dirty panties of the brain from just hearing this one two times in a row…

Rocky The Robot – Sings The Alphabet