Love-Hounds-request@EDDIE.MIT.EDU.UUCP (12/12/86)
Really-From: smeagol!earle (Greg Earle)
Oh, OK ... How about
They came, I saw, they conquered ...
Who? Why, Severed Heads and Skinny Puppy, of course. Last Night. Here.
The most intense 2 1/2 hours I have experienced in memory.
I'm sorry. Those of you with your little musical pigeonholes ("Death rock",
"Only liked by art-damaged neopunks and industrial music frogheads" "Synth
crap", "Skinny Yuppie" etc.), your cheap excuses ("I didn't want to cough up
a measly $10 even though I work a full time job", "It's finals week coming up",
"It's a weeknight, I gotta work", etc.) can just blow it out your anal retentive
orifices; these people are the REAL THING, Intensity with a fucking capital I.
Here we are mired in 1974 revisited, and along come a bunch of people who
are what 1986 is fucking all about.
Possibly the Brain Cookies show of all time.
I was stunned speechless for 30 minutes after it ended.
My mouth would not open.
Accept no substitutes. You have been warned.
San Francisco, I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did ...
Still reeling,
Greg
P.S. local shit for stay at home L.A. ites:
Nichtophobia Mark II this Saturday (Dec. 13th), with ANGEL OF THE ODD and
FOUR WAY CROSS headlining (sorry, ShIrI, $178 round trip from S.F. via PSA).
Hong Kong Cafe, Chinatown. 943 N. Broadway or thereabouts.
(And the funny thing is, I can't even get myself psyched up for my own club,
after last night.)