Tool has always been an odd one.
Sunday, November 26, 2023
Thursday, November 23, 2023
“Bathe me in leather … drown me in your sex.”
It was the summer of 1991, and I was an impressionable 13-year-old pre-high schooler who spent his early Monday mornings watching 120 Minutes on MTV. It was the right pastime at the right time for a passionate young music fan who had already developed a fondness for the esoteric. The floodgates were bursting open back then. Perry Farrell’s inaugural Lollapalooza tour was up and running, bands like Dinosaur Jr. were using major-label funds to create landmark albums, and the air was filled with a strong sense that the world of music was about to change in a huge way.
Since I was 13 at the time, my hormones were evolving as well. One night, my eyes and ears caught a video by a band that … made me feel funny. A bunch of sashaying leather daddies and dayglo psychedelic ladies were suddenly on the TV screen celebrating the virtues of gettin’ it on. This wasn’t “getting’ it on” in the soulful Marvin Gaye way—no, this was the infinitely more thrilling dark alley-at-3am version. The band certainly made an impression on me—especially considering that my raging adolescent mind wasn’t sure which member (regardless of gender) I wanted to take home first. I bought the album on cassette within a week.
It was Sexplosion! by My Life With The Thrill Kill Kult (TKK).
It was an interesting one, that record. Sure, the band sang about all sorts of unsavory behavior, but it was all done with enough kitsch and piss-taking to add a wink to the proceedings. If Coil was the Clive Barker path to exploring sexuality through sound, TKK was the Russ Meyer route. After all, being naughty is supposed to be fun, right? Thirty-plus years later, I can still feel the aural amyl nitrate enter my body whenever TKK hits my stereo.
This formula of danceable decadence paid off in the ’90s, which saw the group—anchored by cofounders Groovie Mann and Buzz McCoy—leave its original label, Chicago’s Wax Trax!, for a run on Interscope. While a few big-league moments followed (who could ever forget the band’s cameo in The Crow?), TKK was back in Indieland by the close of the decade and has stayed there ever since.
Thankfully, TKK has never let the occasional valleys in its decades-long career prevent it from peaking on stage. In fact, the group maintains a rigorous, nearly Black Flag-level performance schedule that very likely hits your area at least once annually. (Trust me, if you’ve never heard of TKK playing your nearest city, you’re simply not paying proper attention. Hell, the band’s probably gigging down the street from you right now.)
A few weeks back, the circus returned to Massachusetts—this time at the Crystal Ballroom in Somerville—for a show devoted to songs from the group’s classic 1987-1997 period. Years before Marilyn Manson and Nine Inch Nail brought darkness to the masses, TKK was unleashing sinister tracks like “A Daisy Chain 4 Satan,” Do You Fear (for Your Child)?,” and “The Days of Swine and Roses” in the underground—setting the stage for most of the mainstream Industrial music that followed. And you know what? Those tunes still sound as salacious now—especially live—as they did in the Reagan/Bush years. And they’re still danceable as fuck.
Full marks to the guys (and gal) for diving into my beloved Sexplosion! on stage and delivering “Sex on Wheelz” (the video I referenced earlier) and “Leathersex” (featuring the lyric I quoted at the beginning of this piece). High scores as well to openers KANGA (a one-woman show of truly impressive Dark Pop) and ADULT (whose innovative use of tape—not tape as in backing tracks, but tape as in what you use to stick on things—was a sight and sound to behold) for making the evening even more menacing and memorable.
The crowds these days may not be the biggest they’ve ever had, but the spirit of musical adventure and sensual abandon that Groovie and Buzz introduced in the late ’80s is still alive and well. I’ve been going to TKK shows for over 20 years now, and the band today is absolutely on fire.
And I still can’t decide which member I wanna take home with me …
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Sunday, November 12, 2023
Author/journalist Joel Gausten talks with musician Richard Duguay (Personality Crisis/Duff McKagan/Solo) about his history in the Canadian and Los Angeles music scenes, recording with Mike Hudson of The Pagans, touring with Duff McKagan, and how he ended up performing on Guns N’ Roses’ 1993 album,“The Spaghetti Incident?”
How do you spot the real goddamn thing in Rock ‘N’ Roll?
That’s easy: Go to a venue in Nowheresville, USA. If there’s a guy old enough to collect Social Security peeling the paint off the walls with his incredible band in front of about 30 people without the slightest inkling of a fuck to give besides delivering the hardest music possible, you’ve fucking found it—and I sure as shit did last weekend when Handsome Dick Manitoba and his backing band slayed The Stone Church in the decidedly unRock ‘N’ Roll town of Newmarket, New Hampshire.
Formerly the frontman for the legendary Dictators and its late-‘80s Hard Rock offshoot, Manitoba’s Wild Kingdom, Handsome Dick recently completed a run of shows in New England with his incendiary band—guitarists Alex Kane (Life, Sex & Death/Enuff Z’Nuff/Little Caesar) and Craig Behrhorst (Ruffians/Two-Bit Thief), bassist Michael Butler (Exodus/Jetboy/American Heartbreak), and drummer Scotty Slam (The Stoning/Circus of Power). The set, which included a ton of classic Dictators tracks (“The Next Big Thing,” “Two Tub Man,” and “The Minnesota Strip,” among others) alongside a handful of perfect covers (The Stooges’ “Search And Destroy,” MC5’s “Kick Out the Jams,” and a jaw-dropping rendition of The Flamin’ Groovies’ “Slow Death”), proved that Mr. Manitoba—49 years after the release of The Dictators’ Go Girl Crazy!—ain’t ready to tap out just yet.
Chatting with me after his gig, Handsome Dick was quick to praise his current bandmates.
“They all move amazing, give you physical energy, and sing. It makes my job easier and more fun. It’s just nice to be treated with love, respect, dignity, and appreciation for what I do—not for what I don’t do.”
It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out that the above statement is a thinly veiled reference to Dick’s former band. Naturally, The Dictators’ saga is a long and rocky road—and not all the surviving members who appeared on the band’s three classic ‘70s albums get along swimmingly these days. Anyone interested in the soap opera can read what guitarist Ross the Boss and bassist Andy Shernoff had to say in previous features on this website. To his credit, Handsome Dick is setting his sights on the here and now.
“What happened with those guys and what they did to me has turned into a bad thing. Sometimes, if you have patience and look around the corner and your spirit is correct, it can turn into something good.”
“Something good” includes an upcoming single that will be released under the Handsome Dick Manitoba moniker.
“I’m trying to push that brand—I have to get that brand stronger … When [Ross and I] went out as ‘Dictators NYC,’ we made a lot of money—more money, more people, more everything than The Dictators ever did. When we went out as ‘Manitoba NYC,’ we didn’t. [The brand] means a lot.”
Of course, the Dictators fan in me still had to toss in a band-related question. I hit up Handsome Dick for his response to Shernoff’s comment to me that 1977’s Manifest Destiny was “the wrong record at the right time” due to its slick sound at the time of the great Punk explosion. The floodgate opened from there.
“I don’t think it was ‘the wrong record at the right time’ – it was a bad record with some good songs on it … Almost everything on that album was way over-produced, way too bombastic. There was way too much beautiful singing. Then we did [1978’s] Bloodbrothers, [which] was the best of three records because I sang every song on it. I don’t have to be a great singer … I can sell a song. The first album [Go Girl Crazy!] was one of the worst albums ever made. Well, the reason why it wasn’t totally one of the worst albums ever made was because the subject matter, the craziness of it, the uniqueness of it, the first time of it at a time when it didn’t fit at all was brilliant. But I can’t listen to the music, the sounds, and the performances. [That album] is great and terrible. The second album had some real good songs on it—who cares? The third one, everyone says that’s the best record and the best songs.”
With the present always more important than the past, Handsome Dick Manitoba is still out there giving people the real thing—and those of us who are still listening and watching are better for it.
“I love entertaining people, I love traveling, I love the camaraderie of being with the guys, and I love being on the road. It’s what I’ve done most of my life … That’s what I do.”
Monday, October 30, 2023
Author/journalist Joel Gausten talks with musician, filmmaker, and author Drew Stone (Incendiary Device/The New York Hardcore Chronicles LIVE!) about his history in the Boston and New York Hardcore scenes, his various music videos and documentary films, and his upcoming album by his band, Incendiary Device (Bridge Nine Records).
Author/journalist Joel Gausten talks with musician, director, and author Frank Meyer (The Streetwalkin’ Cheetahs/James Williamson and the Pink Hearts/Eddie Spaghetti/Thor) about his new documentary, Freestyle 101: Hip-Hop History.