I’ve gotta admit that I had to look up the title of the Butthole Surfers EP “Creamed Corn from the Socket of Davis,” given that I remembered it as “Creamed Corn from the Temple of Anus.” And the reason that came up is because tonight I am stuck between two shows I would have gone out to see ten years ago: Green Milk from the Planet Orange at The Record Bar and Wood Roses at The Replay. Alas, Wood Roses is in Lawrence, so that will win the toss up, yet I don’t expect to stay for much more than the time it takes me to drop of an old 1/4″ 4-track for somebody. I’m currently putting polyurethane on my new cork-flooring.
Green Milk from the Planet Orange makes me think “Creamed Corn from the Temple of Anus” every time I hear it. So I did a Google search for “Temple of Anus” and found only three hits, all of them making reference to the poster above. Go figure. I would think that given that there is a website for every godforsaken bodily function being performed on Japanese chicks or for fat guys in shit-filled diapers being changed by girls in pigtails and halter tops that there would have been something funnier in the “Temple of Anus” world. But nope. This means two things: There is still one more porn movie title left, and there is one more sex genre to be explored. I’ll let you get right on that. Not my thing. I’m busy.
Speaking of shitting on Japanese chicks, why are the Japanese beating the shit out of us at rock these days? Between the Japs and the New Zealanders, we hardly stand a chance. Melt-Banana, Acid Mothers Temple, Boris, Black Boned Angel, Birchville Cat Motel, and Green Corn from the Socket Orange or whatever. Plus that Keiji Haino douchebag who manages to crank out something every few weeks. There was a period when Thurston Moore was taking a dump on about 200 records a year, and I kind of think of Haino as that kind of guy. I think that is a flattering thing to say about both of them. I think.
From what I can tell, The Creamed Milk from Planet Davis guys sit down while they play. That isn’t how I like my Japanese noise / prog / whatever. Sitting down? When they rock out, do they do chair-bound hair flips? Instead of jumps and stomps and shit, do they just fall out of their chairs? WTF is that about? I’ve really never seen footage of them standing up. God, I hope they’re not crippled. Then I’d feel horrible.
Their guitar sounds blow me away, though. They don’t exactly hit a groove very often, but when they do, it can be pretty awe invoking. They definitely have the CAN ripoff thing going (that is good), but they also have this tendency to switch gears more than I’d like, like a bunch of MIT grad alley-cats with time on their hands trying to be avant somethingorother. If I want to watch a bunch of Japanese guys sitting down and whacking-off … never mind, that joke makes itself, and it wasn’t good to start with. They also have those random Faust-like piano / drum things. So they have the elements of great bands, but they just don’t get me too excited. I don’t know if get to go and watch guys sit down and jack off with a theremin and a piano and spoken-word and a drummer who hits cymbals and rain-sticks for an hour, or if I’d get to see a fist-pumping, hair-flipping Acid Mothers Temple rock show. Don’t get me wrong, good Green Milk is better than almost anything that passes as SUNN(((() or whatever, but I just don’t know if I want to drive for an hour only to want to kill a few Japanese guys for striking the wrong mood. And the song I am uploading right now sounds like Bow Wow Wow run through a cheap Peavey amp with the “saturation” button pushed. What the hell? If you want to know why I didn’t go, download this song and tell me that you don’t experience moments where you want to punch them in the ball-socket for trying so hard.
So I get to see Mike McCoy with yet another band that sounds like Mike McCoy in a band. It can’t be a bad thing. I’ll try to stay for 10 minutes or so. Cher UK, Black Rabbits, American People, now Wood Roses. The list of bands that Mike McCoy has made sound like Mike McCoy is an ever-expanding list. And I get to see Grant Whats-his-fuck who used to be in the old Twin Tone band Beyond Zebra or Run Westy, Run or something, who is in a new folk duo. Poor fuck.
I need to find out about shows BEFORE the night they happen. Send me info. Jesus.
Green Milk from Planet Orange - OMGS in the fabulous MP3 format
Up next? Another Japanese music related post and the Lawrence one-man-Ramone.
