Senegal’s Trash Transformed into Afrofuturist Haute Couture

Die Roboter

Danke to the kids of Lemmchen elementary school in Mainz

Catastrophic Coltrane

The Incredible String Band: Be Glad For The Song Has No Ending (1970)

Jem Finer's Fairytale Of New York gold disc for sale on ebay

Two days left to bid with all proceeds going to Shelter
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Lou Reed: The Illustrated What I’ve Learned

The woman who can feel every earthquake in the world

Joe

Robert Crumb, Gilbert Shelton and the Oz Trial

All 48 issues of OZ now available to download

OZ magazine was published in London between 1967 and 1973 under the general editorship of Richard Neville and later also Jim Anderson and Felix Dennis. Martin Sharp was initially responsible for art and graphic design.
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The earlier Australian version of Oz that was published between 1963 and 1969 can be downloaded HERE
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Jim Anderson & Oz magazine

The Moth Body - Curious

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Doktor Oktopus

4 Hour John Murphy Special (PBSFM 28/10/15)

A special edition of Club It To Death, where we pay tribute to John Murphy.
John left a staggering legacy with a career spanning 30 odd years. The sheer breadth of artists he worked with is truly remarkable. Few people have covered so much ground. Everything from first wave punk (News) - first wave industrial (Whitehouse, SPK) - groundbreaking post punk (Whirlywirld) - to a top 10 album (Max Q). And so much more, including: Hugo Klang, The Associates, Orchestra Of Skin And Bone, Lustmord, Browning Mummery, Nurse With Wound, Monroe's Fur, Bushpig, Slub, Jamie Fielding, Death In June, Scorpion Wind, Consumer Electronics, Zone Void, Foresta Di Ferro
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Ghost On The Highway: A Portrait of Jeffrey Lee Pierce & The Gun Club

Directed by Kurt Voss
There’s never been a proper documentary about the Gun Club, the apocalyptic punk-blues death party started in late-70s Los Angeles by Jeffrey Lee Pierce, who suffered a fatal brain haemorrhage in 1996 at the age of 37. Ghost On The Highway holds no pretensions to be the ultimate record. Director and long-time fan Kurt Voss, converted after witnessing Pierce get a kicking while supporting the Cramps in 1981, unashamedly believes that the group, particularly their doomed leader, are, ‘still in much need of more myth-making…My goal is to proselytize and leave the autopsy report stuff for later’.
This he achieves as band members and friends relate the often harrowing story of the phenomenal talent who exploded into the world with 1981’s seminal Fire Of Love album before embarking on a lifelong drugs ‘n’ booze-fuelled career kamikaze, though still managing to create incandescent masterworks like Miami, The Las Vegas Story and Mother Juno.
Pierce’s savagely-haunting confessionals and narcotic love songs explored America’s dark underbelly hotwired to the eternal artery of the blues. A hopeless romantic, when sober he was an endearingly-passionate sweetheart obsessed with William Burroughs, Blondie and free jazz. Drunk he became a belligerent nightmare, prompting the wrong Jim Morrison comparisons.
Former collaborators Kid Congo Powers, Ward Dotson, Terry Graham, Jim Duckworth and Dee Pop tell their leader’s story with rueful humour, exasperated anger or sometimes tears. Their disparate characters engage throughout the 98 minutes, particularly lifelong friend and Gun Club mainstay Powers, who Pierce taught to play guitar, and long-suffering drummer Graham, who confesses, ‘There were many years I had this recurring dream of hitting him in the face with a golf club’. Over a quarter-century later they smile grimly, even disbelievingly, through tales of wilfully antagonistic gigs, cowardly dismissals and missing money, incredulous that Pierce managed to demolish three Gun Club lineups which could have gone on to much greater things, although still remembering other nights when magic happened.
Light relief occasionally pokes through the foot-shooting: Pierce’s Debbie Harry obsession, marked by his peroxide tresses, was consumated after he hid himself in a shopping trolley to sneak into Blondie’s L.A. hotel in early 1977, earning his appointment as their fan club president. He found solace living in London in the mid-to-late 80s with new partner Romi Mori, adopting her native Japan as his spiritual home [his ashes scattered in Kyoto in 2006]. But it didn’t last and the home stretch of Pierce’s final disintegration is shockingly sad, especially for Kid Congo.
True to the infernal spirit of the Gun Club, Voss’s self-financed ‘love letter’ ran into trouble. After lengthy negotiations with Pierce’s estate to use the first two albums, it emerged he’d sold the rights in 1982 to a company that had just been taken over. By now, Voss had drained his resources, completing the film with benevolent editor Andrew Powell co-producing and nothing left for music. Surprisingly, once accepted this doesn’t seem to matter, the movie telling the story compulsively enough to develop its own engrossing flow [although puzzlingly interrupted midway by Lemmy growling about the music business!].
Henry Rollins, who published Pierce’s autobiography, hails him as ‘totally legendary now’. That the movie can explain why with such limited means is testimony to its success
Kris Needs (Mojo)