Sunday, 19 February 2017

Dirty Rotten Imbeciles




Later this afternoon I'm heading down to Blackwire Records to see D.R.I. It's a weird occasion for me. I'm stoked, but it's tinged with a bittersweet sense of melancholy nostalgia. The last time I saw the Texan powerhouse was exactly 30 years ago, December '87, at the show above. That was the night that the East Coast contingent of Nazi skins (coming from as far afield as Newcastle, Sydney, Melbourne and our own town of Canberra, which was home to the worst of them) organised to meet en masse and fuck our shit up. They were violent thugs, bigger than us, and the pattern that had been established over the years leading up to that night was that they bullied, and we ran. That night the unthinkable happened: we fought back, and they were not ready for it.

Some memories of that night:

- Randy from Massappeal, full-force smashing a skin in the face with a folded cymbal stand. Lots of blood.

- A big dude (who I now believe to be Chumly Porter, D.R.I.'s roadie at the time, who would later join the band before taking his own life in 2011) wading into the melee from backstage, to flat-out deck two of the biggest skins.

- When things were looking grim, my friend Trog taking the stage and grabbing the mic, rallying the room into fighting back. An action that would result in him having part of his ear sliced off with a knife, when he was jumped by some of these cowards a few months later.

- After the tables had turned (and a bunch of tables had literally been overturned) a room full of passionate people chanting "NAZIS OUT" until they left.

- Later, after the show had resumed, getting brained so hard by a stagediver's knee that I blacked out in the pit for a few seconds.

Yeah, I know I'm old, and there's nothing worse than hearing old punks rant about their glory days. But there's something important to take away from this: Nazism, xenophobia, homophobia, sexism, hate, is on the rise. Everywhere. At the highest levels of power, and in your hometown.

Don't be complacent. Stand up. Fight back.




Sunday, 12 February 2017

This... is a Nightmare.




Gaze upon Oliver Barrett's bars-appropriating poster for GREEN ROOM, a film that, in the current political climate, has suddenly become worryingly relevant... and quite cathartic to rewatch.




Saturday, 11 February 2017

DENIM & LEATHER




This five song rager really stood out last year, a beacon of originality shining over a stagnant sea of trendy sameness. The only other band I'm reminded of here is the great Rational Animals, and the fact that I can't compare it to anything else in recent memory is very much appreciated. I'm hoping for an LP from these guys in the near future.




Saturday, 4 February 2017

Man in Decline Records supports the ACLU




Buy a digital download from Man in Decline's bandcamp page this weekend, and all proceeds will go to the ACLU. Support effective resistance to President Bannon and his puppet, and pick up some hardcore/punk/post-punk scorchers while you're at it.

This weekend, we will be making a donation to the ACLU using all funds generated from digital downloads. To allow you to decide how much you wish to donate, all Man In Decline Records releases are set to "name your own price".

As an extra incentive, we've added some releases that have not been available for purchase before now and this is also the first time that many of our releases have been available via "name your own price".

This is one way in which we, and the bands that we have worked with, are trying to do our part to assist those directly fighting for justice in the current political environment. Thanks in advance for your support.



Sunday, 29 January 2017

John Hurt




The first crew member of the Nostromo to encounter H.R. Giger's nightmare (in Ash's words, the alien is "Kane's son"), is now the first member of that wonderful ensemble of actors to leave us.

John Hurt was the quintessential character actor. With over 200 credits to his name, and working right up until the end (he'll appear in no less than four movies due out this year), his career spans every genre and a veritable who's who of directors. Imbuing all of his roles with intelligence, dignity and a delicate subtlety of expression, you could always be sure that whatever film he appeared in would be elevated by his presence. I'll miss him greatly.


10 RILLINGTON PLACE




MIDNIGHT EXPRESS




ALIEN




THE ELEPHANT MAN




1984




DEAD MAN




CONTACT




HELLBOY




THE PROPOSITION




V FOR VENDETTA




MELANCHOLIA




TINKER TAILOR SOLDIER SPY




ONLY LOVERS LEFT ALIVE




SNOWPIERCER



Wednesday, 25 January 2017

UNDER THE SKIN alternative posters




Is Jonathan Glazer's UNDER THE SKIN the most breathtakingly beautiful sci-fi horror film of the 21st century so far? In terms of its production design and cinematography (and backed up by its direction, performances and the rewarding depth of its themes) I think that's a fair statement. UNDER THE SKIN is a powerful, visceral experience unlike any other in recent memory. Such a work of art demands worthy tributes, and the following posters are just that.


Lauren O’Neill




Matthew Woodson




Vlad Rodriguez




Tibor Lovas




Godmachine



Saturday, 21 January 2017

KUSO




Apparently kuso is Japanese for "shit". Well, shit just got weird.  Flying Lotus' debut feature looks like 90 minutes of sheer insanity.





Sunday, 15 January 2017

William Peter Blatty




Farewell to the man who started it all, not just the EXORCIST series, but an entire genre unto itself. 

After penning the source novel (which is still a worthwhile read, no matter how many times you've seen the film) and the screenplay for Friedkin's masterpiece, he returned to write and direct THE EXORCIST III, a film that is debatably scarier than the original, which is itself often cited as the scariest ever made (a statement that holds up if you view it in the context of its 1973 release).












Friday, 6 January 2017

Heather Benjamin




Heather Benjamin's art is a defiantly in-your-face detonation of punk feminism and bad-trip psychedelia. The raw naivete of much of her drawing (particularly the most recent stuff she's posted on her tumblr) belies an obviously classical ability, no doubt developed during her time at the Rhode Island School of Design. With her stark black and white line style, and preoccupation with graphic sexual imagery, menstruation and self-mutilation, it's tempting to compare Benjamin to previous shock artist Mike Diana, but personally I think there's more depth to her work. Where Diana (and others before him, like S. Clay Wilson) may have been chiefly motivated to simply push the boundaries of transgressive art, Benjamin's work feels like it's coming from a more personal place, and it's all the more rewarding for it.

Perhaps known mostly for her self published zines and comics, she also does flyers for shows (in the NYC, NJ, RI area), record covers and more. Visit Heather Benjamin's tumblr here, where you'll also find a link to her webstore. In the meantime check out a selection of my faves below.