Friday, January 31, 2014

Moshed Potatoes demos


         Moshed Potatoes.  A local hardcore punk band I remember seeing briefly at the Henderson Elks Lodge in the late 80's.  A name that sucks so bad it doesn’t need to be disparaged so in that sense they fit in well with the other Las Vegas bands I’ve written about here.    

       Always hated the word “mosh.”  It’s total meathead, metallicrap, east coast, tough guy posturing.  At least I’ve always believed it to have originated from the east coast although I couldn’t tell you who’s the genius for the genesis of the word.  I always thought slam dancing had a better ring to it.  Because to me it was about dancing whereas moshing seemed to lack finesse, style, even individuality.  It was misdirected fascist aggression instead of being about having a good time.  If you hurt someone in the process of slamdancing it was just a bonus but it wasn’t the whole point of the exercise.  To me “mosh” has an almost blatant whiteness about it due to the inability of said moshee to find the fuckin rhythm.  Moshers, for lack of a better word, can easily be picked out of the herd because it’s almost always the case where the hard mosher is new to the party and usually unfamiliar with the protocal of the circle.  Devoid of style and filled with an aimless macho regard they don’t look like they’re having much fun.  That’s the kind of desperation you leave on the street. Don’t bring that shit to the party turkey trot.  Sure wanton disregard had an obvious place in the sometimes nihilistic world of hardcore but it was never the centerpiece in my opinion.  Well it wasn’t always the centerpiece anyway.  Still it’s a part of the lowest common denominator bullshit that’s always present in human nature and not surprisingly more popular than ever.  OK, I'm not above it all and I’ll admit I like watching train wrecks as much as the next guy.       

        Still I gotta say I always loved the violent guy in the pit.  He’d plow into a few people, maybe even “accidentally” punch someone in the face all while bouncing around and being a general pain in the ass.  You know in his mind he’s “moshing” up a storm.  But just like in nature all storms eventually peter out, or a high pressure system rolls in, so to speak.  I loved seeing a jackass like that enter the fray since I always seemed to know the right time to retaliate on a stupid piece of shit like that right when he reached the critical mass and had pissed off just enough people to get himself in danger of getting his ass kicked by the crowd at large.  There’s been several times in my life when I’ve been the first to kick the oppressive tough guy square in the ass, or push him hard into the floor, or an elbow to the face, knowing that everyone else in the vicinity was ready to beat the motherfucker down just like I did.  This exact scenario, or it’s metaphor has happened several times in my adult life albeit less violently.    

     How these people could think they can ram into a crowd without repercussions, when they are in the MIDDLE OF THE CROWD is just beyond me.  What the fuck are they thinking?   All it takes is one person to instigate and the crowd will sometimes devour the prick like a bunch of wild animals, but just as often I’ve seen the crowd take a bunch of shit and not react at all.  There’s a pretty blatant metaphor there as well I guess. 

     I don’t know… was I the violent guy in reverse waiting for someone who was begging to be punched knowing I could get away with it because it’s something we all wanted?  Or, as I used to like to think to myself, I was the hero who got the ball rolling towards justice?  Who gives a shit?  I loved taking it out on that guy as his eyes widen in surprise as it starts to dawn on him what’s about to happen.  It’s almost like justice except I was waiting for the violent muh fuh at every show and he almost always would make an appearance at every show.  So maybe I was being a macho jackass?  I was certainly smarter about it, but it stands to reason that these dudes were walking into a situation blind thinking they knew what’s up.  After a few wacks from the audience I’d imagine very few of those tough guys ever entered the pit with the same ruthless agenda.  But hey some people are just fuckin stupid, whaddayagonnado?

       That kinda amateur shit happened a lot back then and even more in the 90’s when all sorts of people showed up to “mosh.”  Yeah I mentioned Whitey earlier, if my turning this into a race thing rubs you the wrong way perhaps you should fuckin relax and learn to dance or else don’t go to places where people dance and just stay at home listening to your Flotsam and Jetsam records.  Can’t believe I still yearn for the days when metal and punk were bitter rivals.  Nothing could be more irrelevant.  Although this blog is exploring the depths of irrelevancy in ways I never imagined possible.    
This sticker from an old tape case of mine shows how even punkers like Danny Breeden used the word "mosh." What a poseur.  This sticker was marked up in blue by Geoff Hughes back in 1988 when Fuck Shit Piss wasn't cool anymore.    
       Speaking as someone who used to live and die for hardcore punk, also I should mention I’m bored to tears by most of what passes for punk or metal lately and all I listen to is jazz, hip hop, and R&B so I’m gonna completely generalize and probably miss the mark completely here: punk and metal are no longer a threat if they ever were a threat to begin with.  Somhow over time metal actually became more intelligent and in someways more realistic than punk, whereas punk today has devolved into a mindless display of token tantrums and shock tactics with no redeeming value.  Both genres are a limpwristed parody of “hard rock” a mere lilywhite stomping ground for white boy blues mediocrity.  And Black Metal?  C’mon man, only a bunch of white people with nothing better to do could come up with suck a load of horseshit.  Or should I say norseshit.  Ok I’m still a big fan of Melechesh so sue me!    

        I should also share a story of a time when my adolescent tough guy wannabe hero posturing got me in a situation with the violent guy in the pit which completely backfired.  It was at a shitty show that could have only happened in the 90’s.  Ministry was at the height of their popularity but on a downward slide when they played the Hard Rock with Jesus Lizard.  I went with a few friends and we all quartered a dose.  Nothing too heavy, right?  I showed up just as the acid was coming on and these big fat biker looking dudes are standing in the middle of the pit pushing people.  Somehow I seemed to know a bunch of people at this show so I figure what the fuck and I kick the fatter of the two biker dudes fucking hard in his ass.  Well for being a lard ass he sure was quick.  He immediately turned and grabbed me by the throat.  Shaking me up and down.  I shit my pants a little as the whole concert watched me getting choked.  He let go and I slunk away.  Thanks friends.  I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again the 90’s was the worst time ever for popular music.  I’d say it was the worst time for unity as well but I don’t think unity has ever had it so good to begin with.  Let's face it unity only happens when everyone’s got it so bad they don’t have anything else to turn to.  Maybe we should wish for more bad times to speed up this craaazy revolution I keep hearing about?    

       Anyway.  Moshed Potatoes.  Coulda swore I saw them play the worst show I ever saw at the Elks Lodge in Henderson.  Maybe I’m getting my shitty shows confused here, but I seem to recall them playing with Caustic Resin or maybe it was Nasal Sex?   Caustic Resin was the worst touring band I saw in the late 80’s beating out Nasal Sex by the slightest of margins as the dumbest shit ever foisted upon a viewing public.  And if I’m not mistaken, which I probably am, Moshed Potatoes opened the show.  Maybe I came late to that show because I don’t remember anything about M.P. aside from hating their name. 

       I was contacted by Omar the singer of MP a few months ago.  He was psyched to hear some of the old KUNV broadcasts I’ve shared here and he asked me to add their demos to the list of oldy moldy downloads available at your click.  I never heard their demo back in the day.  So I gave it a listen after drinking a six pack.   

      Omar mentioned that MP had recorded some of these songs as a part of a compilation that was planned to be released by the somewhat shady organization known as the Las Vegas Alternative Music Co-op.  Somehow no money ever surfaced from the LVAMC to complete the pressing of the record, hence my insistence that they were a shady organization.  And I’ve heard that from several sources.  Anyway in our correspondance Omar from Moshed Potatoes seemed to indicate that he and his buddies were hoping to release these tracks and other tracks from You Damn Skippy, and some other bands from the time who might be better left forgotten.  Not sure who will buy a record like that but maybe I’m just being cynical? 

              The Moshed Potaotes demo shows displays fairly competent hardcore but it does have an east coast slant to it which is something I’m not real particular towards.  Simple lyrics that ask few questions and provide no answers so they got that going for them.  Moshed Potatoes urges you to “be yourself” and “be cool.”  So long as you are not a “fucking liar!” which is something for which all angst ridden  teenagers can relate.  Buzzsaw guitars and straightforward drumming mean you’ll never confuse this with crossover metal shit.  And the liberal use of the f word (fuck) is the sure sign that we got a punk band up in here.  And they top it off with a cover of Henry Garfield’s original name, I mean original band State of Alert.  And if you got that reference then you are a real stickler for details.      

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