Manitoba NYC (aka Dictators NYC) calls it a day
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Dictators NYC. From left: Ross The Boss, Dean Rispler, JP Thunderbolt Patterson, Handsome Dick Maniroba and Daniel Rey.
The band formerly known as Dictators NYC is no more. Singer Handsome Dick Manitoba has announced via social media that the band - recently re-branded Manitoba NYC - has gone its separate ways after its just-completed European tour.
Members Manitoba, guitarist Ross The Boss and drummer JP Thunderbolt Patterson were the “last men standing” from the long-running Dictators, following an at times acriminious falling-out with bassist-songwriter and foundation member, Andy Shernoff.
Tear Your Minds Wide Open - The Galileo 7 (Damaged Goods)
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We’re not claiming to be a “hip” or “cutting edge” forum at the I-94 Bar but here’s the conundrum: No-one other than the readership of similarly backward-looking but worthy publications like Mojo or Shindig is going to know about The Galileo 7. And that’s shit.
At the risk of sounding like a haughty communications lecturer talking to a bunch of undergrads, the more media fragments, the more isolationist its bubbles become. Which means, dear Barflies, that YOU have to dig deeper to find stuff that’s not disposable, commodified or bland.
The Galileo 7 is none of the above.
The Saints and a 40-year Fatal attraction
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There are a few footnotes to the recent run of super-successful Australian shows by Ed Kuepper and his revitalised line-up of The Aints.
After selling-out or going close wherever they went, The Aints reaped rave reviews (like this and this) and Ed has confirmed the band will record an album in 2018, "The Church of Simultaneous Existence". We can also look forward to more live shows.
The tour also provided a chance for Ed to be reunited with an orignal copy of the "(I'm) Stranded" single on the band's own Fatal Records label from September 1976.
A longtime fan who wishes to remain anonymous secured the impossibly rare 45 in an auction and had a relative present it to Ed at The Aints' first Sydney show - as our Judy Kuepper photo at right attests.
Halfway around the world, onetime Saints bandmate Chris Bailey (who lives in Europe) was presented with another copy, again courtesy of the generous benefactor.
Of course, this year marks 40 laps around the sun since The Saints released their earth-shaking debut single to an unsuspecting world.
And if you haven't had enough Saints already, Kuepper is presenting music from the first three albums in an electric trio, with the Nonsemble strings arranged by Robert Davidson, at Lefty's Music Hall in Brisbane on December 8. Tickets here.
Tears without fears when Andrew and Melinda play
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If you’ve not seen or heard Andrew McCubbin play, or if you have but not seen his current set, drawn from his new LP “Where Once There was a Fire”, then I can only urge you to do so.
They're in Adelaide tonight but McCubbin and Melinda Kay toured Europe earlier this year to a strong response from crowds, most of whom it is fair to say, were unfamiliar with the music.
The new album is a deeply romantic, sweet, painful, exhilarating slow burn. So, no, they’re not Marky Ramone (who played tonight elsewhere) or the Cosmic Psychos or a Birthday Party covers band.
Aints no doubt about it
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The Aints in Sydney. Iam Amos photo.
It’s a concept both risky and bold. The Aints, as they were originally constituted, were a short-term thing that evolved into something more substantial. After a live record and two studio albums, they’d been put to one side for a time (25 years) while main protagonist Ed Kuepper did other things. Many other things.
Much water had passed under the Go Between(s) Bridge since then. History had also put on a lot of weight. The original Saints had re-convened for a tour that did a degree of justice to the band’s name, but was clouded by ill-temper.
Thoughts of doing it again apparently reside in the church of indifference, baby.
Marky Ramone tells: Why I didn't punch Bono
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Ex-Ramones and Voidoids drummer, author and sc-fi fan Marky Ramone starts his first Australian tour in almost a decade this week. Marky Ramone's Blitzkrieg reprises the back catalogue of the Ramones with Marky driving the backbeat behind a crew of hand-picked punk rock players.
Pete Howlett of Adelaide band The Pro-Tools was given the chance to pitch him 10 questions. Here's the result.
Pimped By The Gods - Billy Tsounis & The Amazing Androids (self released)
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If you are just surfin' around the net on the lookout for this week's dime-a-dozen Richie Rich, aggression free, smiley-faced, redundant, Ramones tribute band with the obligatory Lewis leather apparel and Betty Page hair-do's, this might not really be your thing. But if your chakras are open to some really far-out psychedelic, cosmic consciousness, vibrating at a higher frequency, maan, this might be your new trip-room soundtrack.
Junkyard Prog, Freak-Jazz, Magic Mushroom instrumentals from other solar systems, other dimensions, other times. Kooky, Otherworldly, Stoner-Pop reminiscent of the Hendrix Experience, Blue Cheer, MC5 jams, King Crimson, solo Steve Vai records, it has an interplanetary sensibility, this guy obviously still communicates telepathically with Sun Ra, and Captain Beefheart, and Brian Eno and Lee Scratch Perry, ya know what I'm sayin'?
Drunk and Disorderly: Episode 34
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I Was a Teenage Sex Pistol by Glen Matlock (Rocket88, 2012/revised, 1990)
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Get this book. If you don’t have it, get this book now. If you do have it - but not this edition - get this book now.
If you do have a copy of this edition, get copies of "I Was a Teenage Sex Pistol" and give them to your friends, relations, people you know hate punk rock, everyone you know who reads biographies, and especially, your other half.
Why? Apart from coming across like he’s speaking the truth plainly without over-egging the thing, it’s occasionally so funny it makes your cocoa go down the wrong way and come out of your nose.
Or perhaps that’s just me; try this: After the Grundy Incident, "I didn’t speak to my mum for about a week. When I finally did talk to her, all she could say was, 'Glen, it’s terrible what you’ve done, you used to be such a nice boy, no every time I go to work … they call me Mrs Sex Pistol.'”
I had to change my top and leave it in the sink overnight to soak out the cocoa stain.
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