Daft Punk photo: Bouchard

meet the grahams - Kendrick Lamar (Drake Diss)

Gary Floyd, leader of the groundbreaking Austin hardcore punk band Dicks, died today. Forming the band in 1980, Floyd flaunted the fact that he was both a gay man and communist, frequently performing in drag, barking open threats of murder to police and the rich in tracks like Bourgeois Fascist Pig, Pigs Run Wild, and their most famous song, an anti-police anthem Dicks Hate The Police. The music created by Dicks was one of the single most influential factors to the shape of punk rock to come, and is often mentioned as a primary inspiration by many influential artists to follow in the late 80s through the 90s. Listen to their 1983 album Kill From The Heart and really think about how they were doing this in fucking Texas, in the early 80s.

Front 242 – “Headhunter” (1988) directed by Anton Corbijn

The Human League - Being Boiled (original 1978 7" vinyl)

Schwein - Rockin'f Magazine June 2001 - via @obitchuary's Schwein Masterlist

Dave Vanian of The Damned starring as ‘The Rockabilly Ripper’, the demented black-cloaked fiend slaughtering the members of the late-`70s rockabilly rebels The Polecats and taking their scalps with the dream of creating the ultimate horror punk rock band (‘Psycho Billy & The Rocking Zombies’), in a photostory shot on location at Highgate Cemetery by Denis O’Regan & published on #6 issue of Flexipop! magazine in 1981.

(these are just some of the snapshots, see here for the complete photostory).

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The Cramps, NYC, 1977 📸 David Godlis

Einstürzende Neubauten - 2024

Skinny Puppy article in The Vancouver Sun Newspaper on March 29, 1986

JG Thirlwell

Black Flag: Henry Rollins, Flipside Magazine 1981

orange juice—-rip it up

Watch Tracy Chapman Start a Quiet Revolution

You guys may be too young to remember, but I remember tuning in on TV with 600 million other viewers to watch Stevie Wonder live at Wembley Stadium for Nelson Mandela's 70th birthday celebration tribute in 1988. There were technical difficulties and Stevie Wonder couldn't go on yet. The crowd was antsy, milling around, singing their own songs. The TV cameras were rolling and the show had to go on, so TOTALLY UNKNOWN ARTIST TRACY CHAPMAN GOT UP ON STAGE AND PLAYED FAST CAR ARMED WITH ONLY HER GUITAR.

The crowd fell silent. Captivated by the absolute raw honesty and talent on display. Did we know we were witnessing history? A black queer artist who would rocket to fame and win a Grammy for this song the following year? I don't remember.

What I do remember is getting to the end of the song and not caring about Stevie Wonder any more. I wanted to know who this woman was!

Watch Tracy Chapman stun a rowdy crowd into silence: