Oi. The 23 and 24 and 25 should have arrived by now to all the current subs. If you subbed after they were sent, your copies will arrive with 26 and 27 in about three weeks. These issues will by the long deferred Rikk Agnew issue and a collection of my MRR writing from the issues in 2008. A short break and then I'll have 28, which I'm taking my time on because it's going to have a much higher page count than the last couple of issues! The 7" for #30 I can confirm: a brand new 7" from INSURGENTS, one of the better Australian hardcore bands around today, from Brisbane, Australia. Every time I see this band I'm convinced.
Down the line, a re-release of one of the best hardcore 7" live bootlegs I've ever heard from the GRABBIES, a bunch of immigrant "guido" types living in San Francisco in the early years of this century who evolved into OUT WITH A BANG, one of the only hardcore bands from Italy I've enjoyed over the last couple years and FLYIN' TECECHOS / ANALINGUS (I think?). Like I said, I can't think of many live hardcore boots that I've enjoyed as much as this one. Pressing of 500, band gets their share, current subscribers get theirs and then new subscribers get guarantee copies if they subscribe before the release of it.
The video before is from a song by Kevin Bloody Wilson that I hadn't heard before. I'd only ever hear KBW when I crashed with friends whose parents were slightly racist, and my parents only racist slurs I'd ever heard concerned Turkish people or the Americans. In Kevin, I heard something quite frightening, it was a kind of vicious anger I hadn't encountered in music, and probably my first introduction to what I later found in punk after a few years after looking through ICE T and pop punk, and as soon as I found that I forgot about Kevin (early rigurous political correct punk records certainly encouraged this).
This song is fucking great though, and it certainly captures that middle Australia staunch sentiment of class hostility, with a nice shot of the condemnation of paedophiles tendency. He's a pretty droll comedian, all things considered, but a fascinating individual all the same, with an exaggerated bush ho-down backing band and that filthy sneer that in America would most be associated with GG Allin and the like, but here it's some cunt in the supermarket parking lot who'll hassle you for a smoke and kick the side of your car in if you give him a hard time, an suburban stereotype I most associate with the 1980's. Australian comedy trades largely on variations of themes found in this song, but of everyone I've heard, this is the pinnacle of the genre, as the rest seem to borrow heavily from other aspects of modern life (the comfortable office worker, the plumber who dresses like a homosexual off the pipes, the reasonably concerned about the environment university students of the last two decades with slight anti-American passion) that I don't understand too well. This is a lesson in Australian folk music I hope I don't forget too quickly.
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