By Bryce Kanights
TERM
DRUNK
Tommy
SKATE
ROCK!
FREE
BEER
First of all, how old are you guys?
F.B.: Mike's 23, Dan's 21, Steve is 20,
Tommy is 17, and me (Tony) I'm 20.
How did Free Beer come about?
F.B.: When we were in our former
band "Revenge," Mike and a friend of
ours named Moke had the idea for a
new band. I thought it was a good idea
and most of us agreed. So I quit play-
ing drums and bought a guitar. Dan
and Steve joined up with us and we
formed "Free Beer,"
What type of music would you cate-
gorize yourselves?
FB.: Drunk rock. We feel we have our
own style, not the same as most
bands. Definitely not siammo.
Does skating play a big part of your
lives?
F.B.: Of course. Everybody in the
band used to skate each of the skate-
parks in Northern California when
they were happening. Tony still free-
styles quite frequently, Tommy shreds
on ramps and streets. We've always
skated, we always will.
What do you guys think of the skat-
Ing scene today compared to the
so-called 'past days' of skating?
F.B.: Robots are trolls. Very few skat-
ers have any background style nowa-
days. No more nose wheelies or
gnarly grinds.
What type of terrain do you guys
skate?
F.B.: Vertical, freestyle, banks, street-
style, etc.
What is team drunk?
F.B.: Team drunk is a cult. No, actually
it is part 'Free Beer members and part
Revenge' members-just a group of
skaters having a good time.
Who are your favorite bands?
F.B.: Personality Crisis, Adolescents,
DOA, Code of Honor, Rush, Old
Black Sabbath, Tank, Metalica and
different jazz groups.
You guys have a song called "Start
the Ark. What's that all about?
F.B.: It's about the mud slide deaths in
Marin and Santa Cruz counties during
the heavy rains last year in Norther
California.
What is your most memorable
show?
F.B.: When we played with 'Fear' at
the Elite Club. There were tons of peo-
ple, lots of girls, and we played a real
good set.
Do you guys have any grouples?
F.B.: We have so many that we can't
count them on all of our hands.
They're always there asking to be on
the guest list
How much beer do you drink?
F.B.: Too much. If we were to give
blood, the recipient would be too
drunk to walk or skate.
Do you have any closing com-
ments?
F.B.: Go to work and tell your boss
you're on drugs. Punk rockers are not
musicians.
Mike Cassidy-Vocals
Dan McGee-Guitar
Steve Tatum-Drums
Tommy Guerrero-Bass
Tony Guerrero-Guitar
Tony
Mike
Onj
SEPTIC
Silence filtered through the atmos-
phere, the sky was a hazy peaked
gray swirl of mourning brume, slowly
moving powder covered grime,
brushed up layered chunks of burnt
holocaustic ash, as a brisk wind cur-
rent rode sullenly effortless, with only
a memory of what was once there be-
fore. No longer present was the
beauty, the color that transfixed in a
rainbow of extraordinary colors, the
movement of the living creatures, that
had become such a familiar sight as
they quietly roamed in their own ar-
cane way. It had been a force of ignor
ant determination, the guilt of greed to
conquer and quest a ruling power, that
had pillaged out this annihilation. The
exterminators had perished in the de-
solating rage that occurred, never
seeing their illusion of conquest, come
to the baking terror that went com-
pletely out of control in total devasta-
tion. The stench of rotting flesh filled
the already pale morose air, with an
angered vision of gloom, from the
bodies misshapen and forged in pain
which layed piled, hundreds upon
hundreds. Gone was the memories,
no longer was there life, beliefs of
utopia crumbled, as the splashing hor-
ror birthed, Septic Death.
Mike
Pus
Suddenly laughter roared across
the dismal plain. A spinning slur of
sound shot out, then a buzzsawing
grind that forcefully sliced the still-
ness. Again silence, and once again a
rumbling sound that ricocheted a fric-
tion of hammering weight. In the hori-
zon, the noise focused on life, moving
beings driving their creative abilities
against a lifestyle of survival, these
warriors had lived, which made their
life possible at this moment. They
spotlighted their creative energy in a
field that brought them sheer happi-
ness, a rigorous flow of confidence
had kept them going. Clad in shreads
of clothing and odds of protective
equipment, the skate warriors flowed
in a paradise they so frequently
dreamed of, while a fast chaotic beat
chased their moves. The blaster held
a home cassette of Septic Death pow
erful music created by positive skate
types who sought an end to boredom
and unleashed their confidence thru
creative ability. Strange, the name
chosen by the band, was the reality of
man's destiny and the stupidity they
formed and worshipped.
A sonic blast growled out, my eyes
opened and I realized I had fallen
asleep. The band Septic Death that
was on the tape had unexpectedly ap-
peared and were torpedoing thru a
1,000 mph gore thrashing set of fear-
ful onslaughts in powerful turbulence
and nitro cranked aggression. This
was extreme insanity, Septic Death
continually plunged into blistering fast
break-outs of mayhemic excitement,
vocally lashed with mental assertions
of daily brain wave occurrences dealt
in fear of the self and the individual
ego. The realities of life, create, not
defeat. They then screamed to a
scorching halt and frantically joined in
on the irresistable, radical skating.
Hailing from Boise, Idaho...Septic
Death formed in 1981 a musical outfit
that didn't actually play out until self-
produced multi-band shows in 1983.
"What we created was something we
enjoyed, and the survival of most
bands in town was through liquor bars
as cover bands. Since we strived to
continue originality and freedom,
most bars regulated a specific age
limit to participate in the drunken fes-
tivities. We felt that was a restriction
that left certain people out and what
we had always done, whether skating
or music was for everyone's enjoy-
ment and participation. Besides, that
is the way it should be!" Each member
in the band skates frequently in all
forms of terrain and all are a part of the
"League of Wimpy Skaters." Skating
is a creative form of consciousness
that lets you be yourself, like the
music, it blends in with your environ-
ment.
Septic Death consists of Paul,
sledge hammering massive earth
shaking rapid drum quakes; Onj.
exerting a fiery insurgence of speedy
guitar; Mike, bulldozing savage
throngs of booming bass vigor; and,
Pus, still drawing the voices and lyrical
combustions. Through persistent re-
cordings, the Septic Death 12" EP is
now out, and for those who order thru
the mail, the imagination has put forth
special limited editions, available for
$5.00 each postpaid from Pushead. T-
shirts and stickers are also available.
In any situation, something can be
created and enjoyed. "Make use of
your hardware, it's your creative
source." Septic Death would like to
thank everyone who believes in them-
selves and has the confidence to cre-
ate and enjoy. Not move a mountain,
or compete to win. Whether you're
making music or flowing a skate line,
it's up to you, support what's there or
it will vanish. Write for Septic Death
info and free stickers, please send
stamps!! We'd like to hear from you!!
Pushead/2713 Kerr, Boise/Idaho USA
83705.
Paul