On
a lark I googled the Forehead/Hairball demo and lo and behold I
found it out there in the ethosphere. Makes me wonder how many demos from my past are out there and
how many more cool bands I’ve forgotten about. When I think back I sometimes get confused about what
was a dream and what was reality.
Sure wish I’d kept a diary of some sort so I could remember all the
bands and people who kicked me in the ass back then. Hearing old demos like this bring back that feel. This demo was a split cassette release featuring the bands Hairball and Forehead respectively if not respectfully.
I
remember liking this demo a bunch when I first heard it in high school. I’ve been curious how I’d feel about it
in the here and now. I only saw
Hairball and Forehead play together once and that was out in the desert at the Lossee
Road spot. I never seen em again
although I recall seeing flyers for numerous shows by both bands. Feels like I remember more shows that I
missed than the ones I attended. I’m not as cool as I make myself out to be. I'm sure you figured that out by now.
Somehow
I got no drug story to tell about that show. I was unemployable at that time and perpetually without cash so there was no drugs for me to be had. It's my guess I snuck into the show by pleeding poverty at the gate where a character like Sean Sloan was no doubt trying to pry a few bucks out of the wallets of attendees. I’m sure all this bullshit I’ve written makes me out to have
been a drug addled teenager but the truth is I didn’t have enough money to be
on drugs all the time. Which worked out for the best. I feel for my comrades who could afford speed. That ended up being a sorry scene as we're all aware. At this
particular show I was barely being able to catch a buzz from the 12 pack
of Meisterbrau I had to share with Gonzo and Angelique who gave me a ride.
Drugs
or no drugs it was a great show as were most of those experiences. I made out with a girl in the ditch on the
side of the Tubes at that show. To minimize her embarassment I won't mention her name. I ran into her at community college years later and she acted like she didn't know me!
Maybe that’s why it was so memorable? Or maybe that was at a different show? I don’t know maybe I was on drugs?
It was good to finally go to a show without there being a huge fight or a random fascist skinhead attack. I was in the 10th grade so
it was prior to the skinhead onslaught that turned that scene in on itself just
a few months later. It’s hard to
put into words how sadistic and dangerous it was to love hardcore punk back
then. It makes me want to
beat up punks of today so they can taste the anxiety instead of living the mediocrity of their mundane store bought
angst but it's probably just my duty as an old man to speak down to the youngins
when the reality is they might have more answers than I’ve been able to
provide. I hope, but I’m not gonna hold my
breath.
My
buddy Gonzo hadn’t turned nazi yet at that point. Having friends go from far left commies into far right Nazis
overnight happened more often than you’d think back then. Just another reason to question the
legitimacy of any and all groups, cliques, tribes, nations or scenes. Anyway I lost touch with that guy
and hadn’t spoken with him in years.
My last interaction with him involved watching him do a bunch of meth
and drink 40 ozers for a few days in a row. I coulda swore he was dead or in jail and the next thing I
knew we hooked up via the internet.
Turns out he’s a prominent member of the African American community
now. Which is pretty fucking
rad. I’m not joking.
And
so the demo: Good tunes. Kinda standard hardcore is what I
thought I’d be hearing after hyping it up in my mind all these years but these
songs remind me of how good we had it back then. I keep commenting on how the hardcore bands from
Vegas had originality and real musicianship but I think it’s hard to deny. Maybe we didn’t have as much of the dogmatic hardcore sound that other scenes from that time produced. Bigger metropolitan areas put all the emphasis on making it louder and faster and not much else in between got explored. Plus we were out in the middle of nowhere making it up as we
went along which meant we were bound to come up with something unique to our
surroundings.
I
remember thinking how unchallenging and somewhat conformist so much of that east coast hardcore
seemed in the late 80’s. Yeah it
could be brutal and the Metal sound seeped in a lot sooner than it did on the
West coast but so many bands were just cookie cutter. Don’t think for a minute I’m downplaying the significance of
some of the stellar high profile bands like Bad Brains, and yeah Discord records had it’s day but even that first Husker Du record should have rocked more than it did. Plus the sheer amount of bands in the more populous East coast and Midwest dictated that most of them had to suck. C'mon, does anyone remember Crumbsuckers? That shit was awful. Even back then I remember thinking it
was all tough guy bullshit that sounded the same and didn't have anything new or challenging to say. Small wonder that fascism would later become the fashion of the underground as 80's hardcore gave up the ghost. Not like anything has changed as indeed it's only gotten worse above ground. More normalized. More accepted as truth.
I
recall sitting on the couch with my folks watching Youth of Today on the Phil Donahue show thinking it seemed kinda tame and somewhat lamebrain when it should have been more
triumphant and more intelligent. This was my generation? Maybe it would have
been better if Ray of Today had smoked some PCP before coming on the show? Disgusting to think that the skinhead
brawl on Geraldo’s TV show may always be the above ground representation from
that time period for "my" generation.
Geraldo's smug broken nose was a small consolation.
Once
again I’m talking out of my ass just to hear myself bitch. Maybe I'm just dreaming all this shit up? Anyway I think those scenes from the
East tend to get more focus largely because they were the only ones pressing
records at the time. It wasn’t until way late
in Hardcore’s “growth” that the west coast came into it’s own with records coming
out to document regional scenes outside the big cities like NY,LA, etc. nbsp; It was all demos prior to that which were impossibly hard to distribute and are now largely missing in the grand scheme of pseudo revisionist history of which I’m haphazardly playing a small part. Maybe demos were mandatory because the
bands only had enough money to spend on drugs as well?
It’s
hard to speculate because I had such a limited worldview of what was going on where
at the time. It’s easy to act like
I know shit and really I've always thought I was an authority on the subject but the truth is as I’ve turned my attention back to those times I
realize I only had so much insight and it was usually from what was right in front
of my face. As mentioned I’ve
probably forgotten more than I’ve remembered. We only celebrate what we know right? I'm glad I know this demo again.
It's a good one and while the boombox production value is typical shit for
the time it’s also part of the appeal as I keep repeating.
Maybe if there was more money invested in the recording these bands
would’ve sounded more like Gorilla Biscuits or some such crap?
The
night of that show I was blown away by Forehead. Their guitar player was skillful and
rippin. Hairball was cool too. The singer had liberty spikes which was punk as fuck. Listening to the demo today makes me
dig Hairball a little more for the weird turns they take and the fucked up reverbish distortion pedal on the guitar. Forehead is equally all over the map mixing pop here and there with y'know urgency and shit. They're even vaguely post-punk which is fuckin rad. Both bands are oddball late 80's hardcore. I don't know if I like it as much as I did in 88-89 but it's good to hear it again.
There’s now a freeway onramp going over the Lossee Road ditch and I
think suburbs now go past that ditch for another few miles.
Much
thanks to Scott Fisher for sharing this with me. He played bass in Hairball, Kevin Sanford was on vocals, Wiggzell (?) on guitar, and Tom Stone played
drums. I only know of Chris
Steiner as the vocalist of Forehead.
The tape cover says Aaron "Dudeman" played bass and Steve "Huss" played drums. My knowledge ends there. Although Scott was kind enough to mention how Hairball went
out with a bang for their last show as the odd band out at the Boulder City dry
lake beds playing with Blue Ruin and Jimi Jackpot and the Hotslots. Funny stuff.
I'd hate to be the one to pick out the hit singles here as all the songs got charm. They feel like a comfy, smelly, old blanket. It makes me wonder if there can be a precedent with this demo as among the first, and last, of the vaguely psychedelic hardcore. Mostly I'm thinking this because I'm sure all these guys were on LSD regularly during those years. Substance D might fall in that category too as well as the final album by Cryptic Slaughter. I can hear the brain cells burning in the night.
Even if you weren't at any of their shows there's a good chance you'll get some kicks listening in. I really dig Turn To Dust by Forehead and Floundering In Fire is a sure winner from Hairball. Both bands are a tad on the sloppy side at points which is a good thing in my book. Brings back that frantic feeling that was paranoia and freedom mixed together in the desert air. Again I'm not talking about the drugs.
Even if you weren't at any of their shows there's a good chance you'll get some kicks listening in. I really dig Turn To Dust by Forehead and Floundering In Fire is a sure winner from Hairball. Both bands are a tad on the sloppy side at points which is a good thing in my book. Brings back that frantic feeling that was paranoia and freedom mixed together in the desert air. Again I'm not talking about the drugs.
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