The secret language of noise
“I’ll believe this alternacrap thing is real when I hear Cows on FM Radio.” – Me, The Noisepaper, 1993
Yeah, that was eighteen years ago (QUITE NEARLY TWO WHOLE DECADES!) when I was delivering NOISE to far-away mutant teens via analog sound/vision transmissions AND hand-stapled, quality-bond paper zines that were mailed, thrown (overhand) at the heads of innocent bystanders, or simply left in random doorways from Milwaukee to Chicago. I believed in Cows and rock and, uh, roll. Everyone else went all Limp Bizkit.
Sooooo… my very first reflexive reaction to this Bad Creeps elpee was COWS! and KING SNAKE ROOST!, but RACEBANNON (!) didn’t float like meat to the surface of my brain pan until JUST NOW. It’s the Bad Creeps singer (who doesn’t really sing… what he does is more like violent vowel vomiting) that caused the connection, because Racebannon’s Mike Anderson also does that whole violent vowel vomit (shall I call it V3?). Oh, and both bands are from Indiana, down toward the curled up southern part (unless I’m mistaken) that sorta looks like the entire state is trying to grow a tail.
Things are much more cra-zee and uptight nowadays.