"Blondie Clocks!!! Come ON Blondie! Kill! Kill!" yells the huge gent on the folding seat behind me at the Anaheim Hockey Club.
Then, "Kill! Kill! Take your top off!"
Blondie, the OC Roller Girls' lead jammer, grins and waves at her white trash fanbase before taking off and knocking a chick twice her size aside. At the end of the night, OC would fall to Sac City, but it was still good fun.
Click the photo for more shots from last night's bout.
There aren't too many guys in recent years that had as big of an impact on the Orange County punk scene as Mike Conley, ex M.I.A. front man and owner of Avalon Bar in Costa Mesa. Given that statement, I should have been more prepared for the overwhelmingly packed scene that awaited me behind the entrance curtain at the House of Blues.
The night was a celebration of the life and times of a man that was taken from us far too early. In support of Mike Conley's family, Orange County punk fans we
By Ryan Ritchie
The last time Billie Joe Armstrong, Mike Dirnt and Tre Cool hit Long Beach, they called themselves Green Day and played at the Arena to thousands of pre-pubescent fans and those fans’ moms. Last night was a bit different.
Using the moniker Foxboro Hot Tubs, the Berkeley trio played Alex’s Bar to a crowd divided into two types: Alex’s regulars and Green Day diehards who more than likely had never stepped foot in the bar. No, this wasn’t the most sudden fall from grace
[The Sex Pistols are playing only one US date on their current tour. Ben Marcus went to Las Vegas to file this review of their opening date for Heard Mentality.]
Jonesy’s Jukebox on Indie 103.1FM is a guilty addiction we’ll have to live without for most the next three months—all summer long without a daily fix of Steve Jones’ guitar strumming and gastrointestinal rhythm section (although Jones will be doing occasional broadcasts from a special studio set up in London). Last week as Jone
Last Night: Fear, Agent Orange and Dr. Know at the Grove of Anaheim, Oct. 19, 2008.
There's much to be said for old school punk rockers that manage to make it to middle age a) alive and b) with a bloodstream full of fury running through their veins .
In the case of Fear frontman Lee Ving, his veins probably hold more beer than fury, but both garner the same effect on stage. Ving's trademark voice, a gravelly cross between Cookie Monster and a rusty garbage disposal, got a proper workout durin
Every week, more shows from old punk bands are announced. It's uncanny.
NOFX, Feb. 19 at the Grove of Anaheim
On sale: Noon Friday, Oct. 31 ($20)
Veteran punk band fronted by the irascible Fat Mike, owner of Fat Wreck Chords. He also founded the Rock Against Bush effort in 2004, so he must be pretty psyched to see his dream come true four years later due to term limits!
Bad Brains, Dec. 8 at the House of Blues, Anaheim
On sale: 10 a.m. Saturday, Nov. 1 ($25)
Hardcore punk legends who released
Last night I attended the Neil Hamburger show at at Alex's Bar. It was a weird show overall: opened up with some thoroughly average stand-up from Jason Boggs, then an acoustic solo set from Joe Jack Talcum, followed by the inventive yet oddly laughless musical comedy of Pleaseeasaur and ending with Neil Hamburger himself—who sang one song off Sings Country Winners, then did less than a half hour of his act (which was predictably great, but still, really short. Though he didn't start until midn
God, I hate the stupid fucking Grammy Awards, an annual music industry wank-off that I've seriously been railing against ever since I was 12 -- in 1980, the year wus-pop icon Christopher Cross swept all the big awards, beating out classic recordings like Pink Floyd's The Wall (which somehow flew under the radar of crotchity Grammy voters to score an Album of the Year nomination) and the Clash's London Calling (which wasn't nominated for a single damned thing. The Clash were finally given an hono
Let's face it, good local punk bands are hard to come by these days. Seldom does one find the kind of balls-out, hundred-mile-an-hour fury that fuels sweaty mosh pits and unshakable spiky-haired camaraderie on a consistent basis. And behind the Orange curtain, this is an especially harsh reality. That is, until you step onto the concert floor of a Wastey face show. Raised on a steady diet of NOFX, Penny Wise and Black Flag, this five-pack of volitile, wise-ass Huntington Beach punks have managed
Ron Reyes -- also known as Chavo Pederast, also known as the right answer to the question "who's the best Black Flag singer?" -- has seemingly been living under a rock since bailing on the South Bay punk band more than two decades ago. Rumors swirled that Reyes moved to Vancouver, Canada, and had found God. And now, thanks to myspace.com, those rumors can be confirmed.I don't make a habit of posting links to people's myspace pages, but this is something totally different. Reyes was -- and still
I never made the trek to New York's CBGB, the birthplace of punk rock. But thanks to the Intranets, I can now feel like I'm in a dingy NY club when I'm really typing in a Long Beach apartment.Click this link for a CBGB virtual tour. I suggest doing what I did: Pump the Ramones, spill some beer on your jeans, drop stinkbombs and make out with a strange girl. It's the next best thing to being there.
Had he not passed away in 2001 at the age of 49, Joey Ramone would be turning 58 years young today. It's hard to believe that three of the four original Ramones are no longer with us. Yeah, there's always that "as long as the music's here, they're here, maaaann" bullshit, but I don't buy that. The tunes are in fact still here, but it's not the same cranking "Havana Affair" knowing the band that penned some of the best tunes of the 20th century barely made it to see the 21st. Needless to say, the
HB's Guttermouth is playing Alex's Bar tomorrow night. If I wasn't going to San Diego for the weekend (and leaving in about two hours), I'd go in hopes of getting a healthy dose of adolescent flashbacks. I'm almost embarrassed to admit this, but Guttermouth was one of the first punk bands I got into. At the time, my favorites were all groups that broke up (Black Flag, Descendents, Minor Threat), but Guttermouth was still a new act at that point. I bought Full Length and Friendly People and found
CNN couldnt do it; the LA Times couldnt do it; no other journalist or major media outlet could do it. Are we to accept that some moonbat reporter from a local free weekly actually sat down and researched the subjec
Green Day's going on tour to promote 21st Century Breakdown, the follow-up to the mega-successful American Idiot. For better or worse, the Bay Area trio (plus the seventeen sidemen they employ) aren't hitting Orange County. The closest the are getting is an August 20 date at the Cox Arena in San Diego and August 25 at the Forum in Inglewood.
The last time I saw Green Day was the aformentioned AI tour, which hit the Long Beach Arena. Things didn't start well. I interviewed drummer Tre Cool and
Tickets for the OC Punk Rock Picnic 2 are on sale now. The lineup includes the Adolescents, Cadillac Tramps, SiX, Franki's Broken Toys, Noise Attack, Terezodu and lots of other bands I've never heard of.
The event goes down Saturday at Irvine Lake.
While I'm in favor of this, the idea of a punk rock picnic conjured all sorts of images in my mind. What does one bring to a punk rock picnic? Should I pack my brown basket with English flag napkins instead of the traditional red-and-white
If the answer to that question is yes, then do you want to be in a book? Because if you do, you can. According to a Myspace bulletin posted by former Black Flag singer Ron Reyes, a book of people with the Black Flag bars is in the works. Here's what Reyes typed:"so
I got a friend on Myspace who is working on a book called Barred For
Life it chronicles in words and pictures the commitment of a ton of
Black Flag fans who have been "barred for life" by a Black Flag logo (4
bars) tattoo. His team