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by Mike Gitter
Babes in Toyland's Cat Bjelland has a sweet voice, an unas-
suming manner, a gultar that shrieks, and a throaty roar that
draws blood. Ironically, Cat and her bandmates love children
more than anything. "They're really amart, they always tell the
truth, they're honest and Innocent and they don't care she
explains softly backstage at a recent New York City gig.
Most people don't appreciate how fragile children are," says
Lori Harbero, drummer for the volume-sputtering Minneapolis
trie "If you raise your kid in a violent home, the kid will grow
up to be violent himself. One time I stopped some woman and
told her, 'If you smack that kid one more time, I'm going to
knock you right on the ground.' Needless to say, she stopped."
Lorl, who once had a halfpipe in her backyard, started the
band with Cat in 1987. "I started playing drums when we
formed," she laughs. "Td been shooting my mouth for years
about how I was going to start a band. I had to. I was sick of
everybody going 'sure you are." They recorded the 1890 debut
Spanking Machine and gigged across the UB and Europe with
bassist Michelle hoon up until Christmas 1991, when tragedy
struck. Michelle's boyfriend, Rollins' band roadie Joe Cole, was
shot and killed by a burglar on the steps of his house in Venice,
California. "We were playing in England at the time," Lori
recalls. "I can't blame her for leaving." Since then they ve
recruited Chiongo native Mauroon Herman, with whom they're
currently writing and recording a new album.
Babes in Toyland is onthartie, angry and murderously primal
music. Their last Ep. To Mother, was a sludgy noise from the
bruised end of the psyche that railed hard. It's music that hurts,
a way for its three members to wipe their guts clean and stay
innocent, "Punk rock is a way for me to stay a child in a bigger
ROYLAND
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Cquad
by Rap Lady G
"If you're a paranoia, a self
destroya/well then you
shouldn't touch it/it wasn't
made for you/ but for those of
you who like the way it flows
through/well cool, just don't
let it control you/ because
you're never ever, never ever,
ever alone everybody must get
stoned." From the song
"Everybody Must Get Stoned."
The music that Mod Squad
creates on their debut album,
People's Park could be termed
hip-hop smoothed out on the
psychedelic tip. It incorporates
a variety of musical genres,
including aold house, Indian
raga, and New Age astro.
sounds. The Berkeley-based rap duo's grooves are hyped ambient
trips through the land where acid rock meets rap.
Turntable wiz Sam Burton, influenced by Afrika Bambaata, Kraft-
werk, and early breakdance beats, met microphone commander/
partner Julian Brooks at a party in 1988. Brooks' musical interests
turned out to be as eclectic as his partner's."I was listening to the
funk stuff too, but when I was in high school. "I was into modern
rock like the Cure and the Smiths," he says.
People's Park includes "Everybody Must Get Stoned," which takes
the Dylan exhortation and applies it to the rave new world. Accord-
ing to Brooks, "The song is saying you should go ahead and do
what you want, just don't let it get out of hand." The need for unin-
hibited self-expression also shows up on the enticing "Let Go."
"When we wrote that song, it seemed everyone was closing up
sexually, becoming real conservative," Brooks says. "It was like,
let's just break it down, no games played. Everyone relax, have sex.
and just let go...but definitely use a condom."
Album topics on People's Park aren't limited to sex and drugs.
The CIA is implicated in the Kennedy assassination, black Repub-
licans are referred to as the Huxtables, and a verbal assault is made
on the president of the United States. "Some people are going to be
offended," Brooks says. "But, to a lot of people, it'll be like, 'Some-
one finally said that."
by Jennifer Boddy
S
One look and listen to New York's Unsane and you believe their
music is disturbing, angry hate rook, made by scary, mean street
boys looking to spit on you. But hell, even though their music is
relentlessly dense and imposing, these guys are just a bunch of
over-educated liberals who know how to party.
"If people are blown away, it's because it's the real fucking sock
n' roll," mouthy drummer Charlie Ondras says. "None of this
lame-ass Gothic bullshit, but the real rock."
"We're more drunk and disorderly than attitude-laden," says
guitarist/vocalist Chris Spencer.
The Unsane spew forth some sort of boldness-core with a guitar
riff circling thick bass and true animal-style drums. The trio has
no dynamics whatsoever. They are fast, intricate and envelope
you completely with pushed-back vocals sounding more like
another instrument than anyone singing. Live, Unsane are full
throttle, one hundred percent punk rock with heavy feedback
between songs. Even before their fine self-titled release on Mata-
dor musie-head hipsters and funxine-writer types were gasping
and slobbering all over them.
Now, however, we finally have the album that you won't have
any trouble spotting in your favorite Ma and Pa record store. Yes,
this is the album depicting a man decapitated on subway tracks,
head neatly set apart from body.
"Well, gore sells copies explatus Ondres.
"It's just pushing the limits," Spencer says of the disturbing
graphics on this and earlier singles. "That photo is actually a FBI
photo [bassist] Pete Shore has had for a few years and always
wanted to use."
Why are they so fucked up? I tell you, they love music. To ful-
fill their rock n' roll quota, Ondras drums for Boss Hog and
Shore plays bass in Action Swingers. This means they are not at
home a lot, but when they are, Ondras and Spencer share an
Avenue D apartment where they tale baths in their kitchen while
Shore drives a cab. Unsane are ambassadors of the New York
party tip, and some see them and their cromies, (Cop Shoot Cop,
Surgery and the aforementioned) as a second wave of New York
bands. Really, this tag sucks, boonuse the bands don't sound that
much alike.
"There are many generations of New York bands," Ondras says.
"We must be the 30th generation or something."
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