Comply or Die

Audio Active - 3.2.8. in a Police State from Bong EP, Birdman Records BMR 027, 2000.

Where anyone against the State is a CRIMINAL no matter how innocent they are,

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Puppetmaster T

Mark Stewart - The Puppet Master from Edit, Crippled Dick Hot Wax! CDHW 105, 2008. 

Blacklist this regime from existence,

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Week One

So far, Donald Trump has...

*     Approved the Keystone Pipeline & Dakota Access pipelines.

  

*     Rolled back overtime protections for American workers.

  

*     Made it more expensive for middle-class families to buy homes.

  

*     Signed the "global gag rule" on abortion, which prevents international aid organizations from providing safe healthcare to women worldwide.

  

*     Signed an executive order for a border wall & told ABC News construction will begin "within months."

Also, New York Times reports that tomorrow he will "effectively bar the entry of people from Muslim countries."

William Burroughs In Dub - The President (The Western Lands) Selected by Dub Spencer & Trance Hill

Let's Wreck the Party, 

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Crucial Art Leak - The Birth of DTs

Uniform - "The Killing of America" from Wake in Fright , Sacred Bones Records SBR170, 2017.

Let's Wreck the Party,
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Let’s Punk the Trumpocalyse

To paraphrase Jello Biafra, we've got a bigly problem now.  I'm tempted to wave a white flag, but it's high time to hoist the black one.  As the hypocrisy of Trumpocracy begins to reign, and the ghost of Joe McCarthy stalks the land, someone observed that at least we can expect some great punk rock during the next four years.  There are some great young punk bands out there such as Muuy Bien, Tenement, & Uranium Club.

Here are three dozen covers of California punk classics, from 1985s "My War" back to 1977s "Class War".  In this hour of darkness, I find it heartening to hear these bands (some new, some not) breathing fire into the embers of these timeless tales of terror.

Various Artists – Los Angeles & San Francisco Classic Covers, vol.1

JON SPENCER BLUES EXPLOSION:  My War  (Black Flag)

HELLACOPTERS:  The Creeps (I Just Wanna Give You)  (Social Distortion)

BRUTAL TRUTH:  Bob Dylan Wrote Propaganda Songs  (Minutemen)

TURBONEGRO:  I Don't Care About You  (Fear)

THE SCREWS:  Kill Someone You Hate  (Red Cross)

THE ERGS:  The Todd Killings  (Angry Samoans)

BIOHAZARD:  We're Only Gonna Die   (Bad Religion)

JAPANDROIDS:  For The Love Of Ivy  (Gun Club)

PRONG:  Kids Of The Black Hole  (Adolescents)

UNSANE:  Ha Ha Ha  (Flipper)

SEPULTURA:  Drug Me  (Dead Kennedys)

PIG DESTROYER:  Deny Everything  (Circle Jerks)

THE MARS VOLTA:  Back Up Against The Wall  (Circle Jerks)

THE BRONX: Los Angeles  (X)

L7:  Bloodstains  (Agent Orange)

CEREMONY:  American Society  (Eddie & The Subtitles)

OSAMENTAH:  Hey Hey  (Descendents)

JACK O'FIRE:  Joe McCarthy's Ghost  (Minutemen)

THE REDS:  Ack Ack Ack  (Urinals)

DIE KREUZEN:  Land Of Treason  (Germs)

BLACK FORK:  A Gain, A Loss  (Plugz)

LEAVING TRAINS:  Black Hole  (Urinals)

CRIMINAL WAVE:  122 Hours Of Fear  (Screamers)

CBiHCiTY:  Out Of Vogue  (Middle Class)

THE BRIEFS: Kill The Hippies  (Deadbeats)

MELVINS:  Lexicon Devil  (Germs)

GALLOWS:  Nervous Breakdown  (Black Flag)

YOU AM I:  We're Desperate  (X)

THE BRIGGS:  We Got The Neutron Bomb  (Weirdos)

TEENGENERATE:  Wild Weekend  (Zeros)

THE DICKIES:  Solitary Confinement  (Weirdos)

THE DIDJITS:  Give It Back  (Dickies)

THE RIVER CITY TANLINES:  Nothing Means Nothing Anymore  (Alleycats)

SHADES APART:  We Are The One  (Avengers)

DILLINGER FOUR:  You're Not Blank  (Dils)

D.O.A.:  Class War  (Dils)

Let’s Wreck the Party,

Jonder

Zoot Allures with Zappa & Beefheart

Torture Never Ends

Flies all green and buzzin'
In this dungeon of despair
Prisoners grumble and piss their clothes
And scratch their matted hair
A tiny light from a window-hole
A hundred yards away
Is all they ever get to know
About the regular light in the day

And it stinks so bad the stones been chokin'
Weepin' greenish drops
In the room where the giant fire puffer works
And the torture never stops
The torture never stops

Slime and rot and rats and snot and
Vomit on the floor
Fifty ug-a-ly soldiers there
Holdin' spears by the iron door
Knives and spikes and guns and the likes
Of every tool of pain

And a sinister midget with a bucket and a mop
Where the blood goes down the drain

And it stinks so bad, the stones been chokin'
Weepin' greenish drops
In the room where
The giant fire puffer works
And the torture never stops
The torture never stops,
The torture
The torture
The torture never stops

Flies all green and buzzin'
In this dungeon of despair
An evil prince eats a steamin' pig
In a chamber right near there

He eats the snouts and the trotters first
The loins and the groins are soon dispersed
His carvin' style is well rehearsed
He stands and shouts
All men be cursed

All men be cursed

All men be cursed

All men be cursed
And disagree, hell no one durst
He's the best of cause of all the worst
Some wrong been done
He done it first

And he stinks so bad his bones been chokin'
Weepin' greenish drops
In the light of the iron sausage
Where the torture never stops
The torture never stops
The torture
The torture
The torture never stops

Flies all green and buzzin'
In the dungeon of despair
Who are all those people
That he's locked away down there
Are they crazy
Are they sainted
Are they zeros someone painted
That had never been explained
Since at first it was created
But a dungeon like a sin
Requires not much lockin' in
Of everything that's ever been
Look at her
Look at him
That's whats the deal we're dealin' in
That's whats the deal we're dealin' in
That's whats the deal we're dealin' in

Beware,

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DTs At the Lodge

I'd like to apologize to all the casual visitors & regular friends of this here web-blob. I have been more than remiss in my musickal dissemination of tuneage as of late. I have to admit that I have been suffering from a major bout of depression. I call it the DTs, or the Donald Trumpitis. Very few activities are able to even momentarily shake me from my dread. As Zardoz so succinctly stated, "I have seen the future, & it does not work." One thing that works is blaming anything negative on Trump, even the smallest of events, like stubbing my toe or a hang-nail, a bad driver or a stoopid redneck. Another is that every time I see feces lying about in public, be it canine, human, or other, I loudly declare, "Trump!" But the best thing that keeps me from thinking about the inevitable is 24 hr DUB.

So while anyone who visits here knows, I loves my Dubs, I am after all a proud member of the Brotherhood of Dub, but I have been only (infrequently at that) posting up Dub (it's what I'm listening to constantly, it is my mental balm). I have been ignoring all the other great craziness with which I usually enjoy polluting this space. I have some exciting new Bill musick (both Nelson & Laswell) I need to share. Literally hundreds of visitors have asked me when I'm going to post up the rest of the Mongolian music from Musick Around the World (Mongolia 2.0 – some 57 different releases – the first section was only 27 releases). I definitely need to get back to the project I began in August 2015, going through a folder I have called "Musick that Needs Work". That meant anything from cleaning up the sound to fixing the tags to getting the art work, whatever. The last time I worked on that gem was July 2016 with "What the H". That's still the most heavily viewed & downloaded posts here. I need to get on with I, but in these tragic times I have a hard time concentrating on I.

I do promise that as soon as I can get my head above the surface of this morass I will start posting all the above mentioned things (& more). Because I believe I owe it to you all, here is a taste from I.

Ikara Colt – Chat & Business, Fantastic Plastic Records fpcd005x, 2002.
decryption code in comments

tracklist –

One Note

Rudd

Bishop’s Son

City of Glass

Pop Group

Belgravia

Sink Venice

After This

At the Lodge

Here We Go Again

May B 1 Day

Video Clip Show

hidden track – Escalate

Ikara Colt is: Claire Ingram – guitar & vocals; Jon Ball – bass & keyboards;

Paul Resende – keyboards & vocals; Dominic Young – drums.

Let's Wreck the Party,

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