The Cincinnati Anthology
A belated thanks to Chris for taking the best pictures of everything. (Plus, he caught my Grandpa whistling int he background.)
welcome to your life / there’s no turning back
I played so much Dark Castle in junior high that I can still hear the “woaaOHoh, woaaOHoh” injury sound effect when I look at this picture.
This might be the saddest song I’ve ever heard. In the most beautiful way. Not least for the man’s voice at the end saying “I think that’s really good…” (Molly Drake was Nick Drake’s mother.)
If anyone wanted to know what it was like to go to a punk industrial club in Latvia in 1994, here you go. I went to this club once (or if it wasn’t this one, it was one that was nearly identical, down in an ancient cellar in Old Riga, teens and post-teens in flannel and jeans, someone shoving someone else just for the hell of it) not long after this was filmed. I remember I brought some fellow exchange students with me and they were all terrified. The band on stage was playing a thrash metal version of Reel 2 Real’s “I Like To Move It.”
My Latvian friends were there too, one of them had brought his doberman. They all had sleeves pulled over their hands and hair in their eyes and everything was dark and loud and joyfully angry. It’s still one of my favorite memories of a place that I was never quite able to pin down.
(Get past the first minute, which is just chaos and noise.)
(God, when the cameraman turns on the lights at 1:36, like a horror film, but that was exactly it. You had no idea what you were heading into but you knew it was going to be cool as shit.)