With 2012 over halfway over, this seems like as good a time as any to start getting things together for the inevitable “year end” list. So let’s keep it simple. Here are 10 awesome and overlooked trashy, garage rocky, power poppy, grungy, grimy, slimy, noisy releases that I haven’t already talked about in this column this year.
The Saturday night after the Fourth of July, I saw a listing for something called Mosquitofest in Chelsea, MI, which was being headlined by one of Detroit’s finest trash rock bands, Timmy’s Organism. Their latest record on In the Red, Raw Sewage Roq, was in heavy rotation for me, so I drove a few miles [...]
To date, this column has offered this timeline: 1) I listened to the Ramones, 2) I listened to a steady stream of In the Red and Burger albums. If only that was the case. Before I discovered the labels behind the trash I listen to now, I followed two labels very closely: Epitaph and Fat Wreck.
It’s a special springtime here at Trash Collector, as the spirit guides of trash connoisseurs everywhere, the Ramones, have two crucial releases out: Johnny Ramone’s autobiography, Commando, and Joey Ramone’s second posthumous album, …ya know?. Since the Ramones are probably the reason why I started this column in the first place, I’m taking the opportunity to analyze Johnny’s book, Joey’s album, and what they add to the band’s mythology.
Here’s what I remember about the first time I visited San Francisco: I saw Alcatraz, I paid an all-silver man to robot walk while playing a kazoo, and I was giddy when I learned that George Lucas lived nearby. I was 10.
The summer before I moved from Chicago to West Virginia, I worked as a dishwasher and busboy at Bob Evan’s. I was fine with the job itself, but really, some of my co-workers were some high-grade assholes. But I put up with it, because hey, I needed that money. As I worked, I kept looking forward, spending a portion of every paycheck on a concert that would take place that fall in Chicago.
Hey, so I’m Evan, and since this is a new thing, let me take a minute to explain what this column is and why it exists.
When I was 13, skinny and gangly, inexplicably wearing enormous Space Ghost (really, Brak) T-shirts, my mom worked at the Huntington, West Virginia Borders. At some point, she bought a Ramones compilation with her employee discount, and in short order, it was added to my listening rotation…