Into Another
Emerging from New Haven, Connecticut's Tune Inn after another tri-
umphant performance, Into Another is amazed that everyone up front
knew the words to their new album, Ignaurus, since it just came out that
day. But bootlegs have been circulating for months. The devotion of their
fans has spurred the band to endure travelling America in a rusty old
van with cramped bunks. They've also been inspired to create astonishing
music that can't be pinned down. They express the power of being a
distinct individual. They play with artistry-explosions and whispers. They
have a lullaby on their new album. Three of the four are vegetarians, and,
oh yes, they are lunatics: Ritchie Birkenhead on vocals, Tony Bono on bass,
Pater Moses on guitars, and Drew Thomas on drums. -Morgan Walker
Peter: We want everyone to be vegans.
Drew: See what a fascist he is? I want people to be whatever they want.
Ritchie: People are already whatever they want, they're all fucked up.
Peter: We want them all to wear the same clothes, you know, kill every-
body that doesn't grow to be the same size. Actually, we like it when the
kids dance more instead of kill each other.
Drew: We wanna see good dance styles, not just kill each other dance.
Peter: Tonight there were skateboards hanging from the ceiling.
Ritchie: I used to skate vert a lot. I stopped four years ago. I ripped my
knee apart. I was skating a ramp that had this weird metal coping on it
and did an axle stall and the coping fell off.
Drew: I did an olie once and I caught my head in a corner and my brains
spilled out. I had to get a transplant.
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Quinton
Seventh was the grade when Quinton began to rap.
For a little while, he got caught up in other things.
Then Quinton hooked up with his boy Jay Swift, who
was working with The Pharcyde at the time.
"I used to sell The Pharcyde buds," says Quinton.
"They had that song, 'Quinton's On His Way,' and Jay
Swift asked me did I feel like writing an answer song.
It was my first time picking up the pen in years."
Now Jay Swift makes the music and Quinton is
coming on strong. "I feel rap music will stay and
evolve," says Quinton. "Back in the day, they sampled
little cartoon beats, like Inspector Gadget, Pee Wee's
Playhouse, the beat box days. I think that different
stages will evolve, and more different races will get
involved. Right now there are MCs from Japan and all
over, it has a world-wide appeal. Rap is gonna keep
going, but go into different stages. -Ron Chatman
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Red Aunts
Let the punk shine in, the Red Ants are here and the gig is up. Kerry on white guitar, Terri on red guitar,
Debi on black bass, and Lesley on purple drums are four bad gals from the City of Angels who make a mighty
ruckus that is punker than The Clash and Black Flag songs they cover. Their latest album, Bad Motherfucker
40 Oz, is a furious compendium of crankers "that's gonna fuck you up hard," says Debi.
Powered by fast cars, loud guitars and malt liquor, the Red Aunts are certainly no role models for today's
youth. Their music is rough, raw and unbowed. They write songs called "Die Baby," "Smoke" and "Monster
Fucker Mother Trucker." The Red Aunts hate cops, jocks, hippies, people with hair on their legs, and
Sharon Tate's sister. "Only because she's trying to keep the whole Manson family in jail," explains Debi.
Ask them why they play the tunes they do and they'll smush a slab of doggie doo in your face.
"We play punk rock music because we've got a lot of angst," laughs Terri.
"Because we hate our parents," says Lesley.
"Because we don't have anything better to do," says Debi.
-Brian Brannon
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