Sunday, January 24, 2010

Gwar---the most charmingly vulgar gentlemen from outer space you’ll ever meet


An intimate interview with the supreme overlord of Earth, Oderus Urungus
By Kristina Mameli, the Other Press

It’s been 25 blistering years of interplanetary insanity, but one thing’s for sure: the legacy of the kings of kitschy thrash will remain intact long after the band succeeds in getting the intergalactic drug trade back up and running. Hours before a sold out show at the plastic sheathed Commodore Ballroom, the Other Press sat down with Oderus Urungus, the mighty leader of Gwar and ruler of Earth, to discuss the impending destruction of the human race among other things.

Whether you happen to be familiar with the mythology that surrounds Gwar or not, you can certainly appreciate their relentless touring schedule, astounding attention to detail and sheer dedication to the world they, with the help of their fans, have crafted through music and performance. Urungus and guitarist Balsac the Jaws of Death concisely summed up Gwar’s storied past.

“Born for war, joined the Master Scumdog Legion, fucked up so bad, was loaded into the Butt Canon, shot to Earth, killed the dinosaurs, mated with the apes, created the human race, sank Atlantis, banished to Antarctica, frozen solid, millions of years went by, ozone layer depleted, hairspray metal, Gwar thawed out…take it Balsac.”

“Sleazy P. Martini finds us, turns us into a rock band and we conquer the earth. Done.”

“He skipped the crack part. Sleazy P. [who invented crack] finds us, gets us addicted to crack, then all the other stuff happened. Ever since then---25 years; it’s been like an eye blink.”

Urungus, chewing beef jerky and chain smoking, was extremely cordial and nonchalant for the supreme overlord of the universe, and he was happy to be back in Canada.

“Canada is a thriving cess pool of fucked up Gwar freaks who demand their Gwar,” began Urungus. “They really put the United States to shame at a lot of these gigs.”

Gwar has toured the world over, with the sole aim of systematically destroying the planet. Though, as Urungus revealed, the band is directionally challenged, something that greatly hinders its ability to do so. “All of my destructive efforts have basically been in America and Canada. Talk about having trouble getting somewhere, we can’t find Japan. It’s just one little island out there in this big blue blob…we’ve destroyed Pago Pago so many times I can’t count. In fact, they’re just calling it Pago now.”

Urungus attributed the difficulty of vanquishing places like Japan to the fact that Gwar is forced to travel everywhere on foot. “We can walk across the bottom of the ocean or use our Jesus boots and walk on the surface, but there’s a lot of the world left to conquer. There’s a lot of killing to be done,” he said almost disturbingly passively, “and unless we improve our navigational abilities, I’m afraid we’ll never conquer planet earth. If I can’t find Japan, how can I destroy it? I mean, if there were enough places to play we probably would play every second.”

“If we could get that time machine working then we could go back and tour 1992,” Balsac the Jaws of Death piped in.

“Yes! The time machine! I’d forgotten it,” said Urungus.

But the real question: why 1992?

“That’s the year of Hannah Montana’s birth,” said Urungus, alluding to the possible need to destroy her.

“I’m a huge Hannah Montana fan,” said Balsac, stifling that notion. “I would however, destroy Miley Cyrus. That buck toothed red neck whore has been riding on Hannah Montana’s coat tales for far too long.”

“We can’t tolerate it,” said Oderus.

Love of Hannah Montana and hate for Miley Cyrus aside, rumours that the Lust In Space tour will be Gwar’s last have been circulating for some time; but Urungus quickly put a stop to any such thinking. “We like to dangle that in front of everyone’s faces just so they can reflect on the misery they’ll have when Gwar is gone,” he laughed manically. “It brings me delight. For right now the human race is safe. You see, Cardinal Sin has stamped out all crack cocaine in outer space and Earth is the only place where I can score. So, being completely addicted to crack cocaine, needing it to live, I’m just stuck here until we can figure out how to get crack back into space. That’s our goal now: to distribute the rock.”

A quarter century down the line, Gwar’s stage show continues to improve with each tour. To mark its landmark anniversary, the band has continued its admirable touring schedule, put out a new record and a boxed set, appeared on FOX news and released an Xmas single. “Everything we do is special,” said Urungus. “We’re Gwar! When we take a crap it’s beautiful…”

During the show, the band is notorious for slaughtering effigies of public figures while spewing green and red goo on the audience. Who Gwar chooses to take issue with seems to vary from show to show, however. “If I tell you who we’re mutilating and sodomizing and murdering, then no one’s going to have any fun, except me,” snarled Urungus. “We’re definitely going to kill the president because that’s just a Gwar tradition, and let’s see, who else? A lot of intergalactic assholes…Gwar has hooked up with an unnamed celebrity who recently died who was the biggest pop star ever---we’re giving him another shot. I’m not going to say who it is, except his initials are M.J., but I can’t really leak that information…he will be coming back to do a final performance for the human race.”

A select few Gwar fans, those willing to pay top dollar, are privy to special “meet and beat” sessions with the band before shows. “You have to pay a lot of money to get back there,” revealed Urungus. “It’s just a ploy designed to sell these tour programs we’ve got and it’s working splendidly---of course, motivated like everything else by money.”

At an official press conference in Montreal, Urungus mentioned that the H1N1 epidemic is in fact a government conspiracy. He offered some interesting social commentary on the subject: “it’s lame. I mean so many more people die of cancer and AIDS, why are they worried about this? People should die anyway. I mean, they’re supposed to die. Instead of these government centres where they give out vaccines, let’s go to the government and get diseases. You can sign up for all those social programs and get free drugs and free money---the more people are sick, the better the country does.”

Gwar thinks of themselves as historians rather than story tellers. “We don’t make up anything; this is all real. This is where Gwar has a leg up on bands like Lordi and Slipknot. They’re emulating Gwar, but they’re just people dressed up as monsters.”

Further to that shocking truth, in 1993, Gwar was first nominated for a Grammy for the film Phallus In Wonderland. The band was not welcome at the event, but chose to go anyway, allegedly leading to huge brawl with security. “I believe the guy who played Captain Piccard got a black eye…and there was some spilt champagne and some hurt feelings,” said Urungus of the catastrophic event. “If that’s debauchery, then I’m Marry Poppins.”

Recording any Gwar album is quite the ordeal. “[There’s] yelling, screaming, fighting, smashing equipment, blowing up large sections of real estate, dead producers, crucified catering crews, and finally music. Rocking…then back to that other stuff for awhile, then new album.”

Lust In Space is Gwar’s 11th studio album, an effort that as Urungus described is “simply magnificent.” According to Urungus, the band’s inspiration comes from the events of their everyday lives. “Fighting giant robots, smoking crack, running into our old general at intergalactic truck stops---”

“It’s really an album for everyday people doing everyday things,” interrupted Balsac.

“This is how we grew up,” chimed in Urungus. “We’re singing songs about the streets; trying to keep it real.”

As the band increases in popularity, Urungus maintains that the human race doesn’t get it at all. “Some of them do, and those are the Gwar fans, but the great majority of the human race is far too stupid to understand the nuances and the complex subtleness that is Gwar.”

When asked if the band is currently writing, Urungus explained that though Gwar hasn’t written a single note yet, they already know exactly what the album will sound like. “It’s basically walk into the studio and just plug in. Done. Balsac just has to touch one button and the album will instantaneously appear in record stores everywhere.”

Urugus explained that though it’s just that easy, when coupled with the lengthy process of getting there, it could take several years. “We’re going to get out it in a year. We’re going to try really hard for all those retard kids out there, we’re going to try…”

Gwar’s latest, Lust In Space, is now available from Metal Blade Records.

Saturday, January 16, 2010

In pictures: the Furies







January 10th 2010 at Malone's.

Wednesday, December 30, 2009

2010: The year of the Bonitos.

Introducing Vancouver’s newest punk band…shooting clams and taking names.
By Kristina Mameli, the Skinny

Prior to this, I’d never heard of anyone interviewing a band that no one other than the band members themselves had ever heard, let alone interviewed one myself; but those familiar with the Vancouver music scene are no doubt well acquainted with how persuasive former Black Halos frontman Billy Hopeless can be. I could already tell this was going to be interesting; a challenge. With that in the back of my mind, I had the distinct privilege of conducting the inaugural Bonitos interview over a beer at their jam space days before the band’s debut gig.

For his new project, Hopeless hand selected each member of the band with one goal:
to find a group of like-minded individuals to create his own favourite band and in so doing revive rock n’ roll in Vancouver, dispelling the No Fun City myth.

The incredibly sweet players each uniformly introduced themselves, highlighting their backgrounds and explaining how they came to be recruited.

“I started out east, moved all the way out here, and ran into Billy at a lingerie shop,” perhaps slightly sarcastically recalled guitarist Chris Walsh Bonito. “He helped me try on some new thongs, stuff like that. I met the other guys; they seemed down with it---”

“Chris used to be in a band called the Daggers,” broke in Hopeless amongst the laughter. “We played with them in Calgary and I was just too messed up to know what was going on or if they were any good really, but I got a 7 inch and I really liked it.”

A friend of Hopeless’ later drunkenly recommended Walsh.

“And that’s all it took,” smiled Walsh.

Originally from Calgary, bassist Kato Bonito played mostly in cover bands before being enlisted. “I didn’t play in anything anyone’s ever heard of before,” mused Kato. “I had Billy fill in on a couple of my projects and they were fucking fun. Then we were talking and I said we had to do something original because covers are fun, but your own shit’s better.”

Guitarist and Vancouverite Pinto Bonito and Hopeless go a little further back, but not necessarily in a positive way. Pinto’s former bands were both rivals of Hopeless’ former projects. “Both the Saddle Sores and Crystal Pistol were bands that the Black Market Babies and the Black Halos were at war with; literally at war with,” revealed Hopeless. “So it’s really great to have Pinto in the band because of both those bands I thought Pinto was the cool guy. He was always the Johnny Thunders; great guitar player, great energy on stage and a really great guy.”

Formerly of “the ultimate tribute to Kiss” Black Diamond, drummer Mark Cuzzetto Bonito grew up alongside Hopeless. “I’ve known Billy since before he was completely hopeless,” said Cuzzetto with a smile.

“I was still called Hopeless back then.”

“Yeah, we pretty much knew you were hopeless from day one.”

Hopeless meticulously and painstakingly researched each member, coming across Cuzzetto on Myspace. “For Mark, it’s really funny because I wanted Clive Burr, the first drummer from Maiden, Phil Rudd, AC/DC’s first drummer, or Peter Criss. If I had to pick three drummers that kicked my ass, those are the rock and roll drummers that I think of,” said Hopeless, remembering that the last time he ran into Cuzzetto, he was dressed as Peter Criss at the Commodore. “And I was like man…Mark Cuzzetto, you’re Peter Criss! You rule!”

Thus, rather organically, began the Bonitos. “We all got a call and it was kind of like this,” said Walsh breaking into an inspired impression of Hopeless channelling Joe Shithead. “‘Hey Chris, this is Billy. I’m starting a new band. I got some guys together; meet me at this place.’ And then I didn’t hear from him until I showed up at the door and met everybody.”

Walsh relates the mobilization of the Bonitos to the movie the Magnificent Seven. “He told me I had to play the part of Yul Brynner and he said ‘I’ve already got Charles Bronson and the other guys---just show up on this day.’ So we did. Now it’s just love and dysfunction and all kinds of other good things.”

The band shares influences “from AC/DC to ZZ Top, as long as it’s rock.” First and foremost, that includes the Ramones and Canadian road warriors such as DOA, SNFU, and the Subhumans.

“Anything you listen to, anything you see in your life is going to affect you,” reflected Hopeless. “There are so many beautiful things in this city that affect you, and then you’ve got music, television and movies. You can’t really narrow it down I think. I mean, Pinto’s shovelling horseshit and that’s got to affect you in some weird way.”

When asked what the musical direction of the band was, the question was abruptly shirked. “We play both kinds of music: rock and roll,” chuckled Hopeless saying that direction has become a common query. “You know me and you know what I’m into and I know what you’re into and it seems like we all like the same type of stuff and why don’t we just play and fucking not worry about direction? You can’t have direction; you’re going to get lost anyways. I mean, what’s the point of direction? There’s no rock n’ roll GPS.”

He also made it very clear that with the Bonitos, there’s no half assing it; you have to be in all the way. “This could be the last stand for a rock n’ roll band in this city, so I think for everyone it’s all or nothing; let’s just go. Let’s go really hard and let’s give it all we can and that’s sort of the direction I think, if there is a direction. Just let it all loose and hit ‘em with a barrage like a thousand Roman candles aimed at their crotches; let’s just go hard.”

And as for the sound? “It’s going to sound like something that’s beyond words,” said Hopeless mysteriously.

“That’s how bad it’s going to be,” laughed Pinto.

“Everyone always tries to be the best they can, why can’t you just go and shoot low?” reasoned Hopeless. “It’s way easier; that’s always my motto.”

So the goal is to conquer the bottom rung musically?

“Conquering the bottom is way easier,” explained Kato.

“Why try and shoot the stars when you can go to the beach and shoot clams?” asked Hopeless. “It’s way more fun. The bottom’s where all the good stuff is; all the heavy stuff sinks to the bottom.”

“That’s the album title right there,” chimed in Pinto. “Shooting Clams.”

“From the Bottom,” added Walsh to agreement and laughter.

“It’s just punk rock and roll,” described Hopeless. “It’s just us basically.”

“We’re the type of band that you raise your beer glass to and have fun,” said Walsh, raising his hand.

Much like the ease of their banter, the Bonitos also find themselves writing music naturally. With no principle songwriter, the process is collective and organic. “The very first time we got together was the very first time all of us had met, except for Billy,” said Cuzzetto. “We didn’t talk about what we were going to play, we didn’t talk about how it was going to sound, one of the guys just started playing guitar and the rest of us just sort of followed along.”

“It ain’t contrived,” summed up Hopeless. “You can’t try and force it because then it’s going to sound contrived and that’s not the point. The point is to do what comes natural or unnatural.”

Since his Black Halos days, Hopeless has always felt a great affection for Spain, naming the band because of a beautiful Spanish sentiment. While talking to a girl who writes for the Spanish equivalent of Rolling Stone, he asked her how to say beautiful in Spanish. “She said ‘Bonita, for me bonita,’ and I said ‘bye bye bonita’ and she said ‘for you bonito.’”

After the loss of close friend Kike, who had been responsible for bringing the Halo’s to Spain, Hopeless again spoke to the writer. “She said to me ‘Kike looked to you like his son and to me like his daughter’ and she goes ‘the Spanish love you so much because you love them. You must name the band in Spanish.’” Hopeless suggested Bonitos which means handsome man. “I also found out it means very large tuna,” laughed Hopeless. “And that makes sense too because it’s a big fish in a small pond attitude. Either way it sounds cool; it sounds like a gang.”

According to Walsh, the original name suggested was “Richard Thickopolous and the Perogie Rollers, but we just assumed that we couldn’t get on top of the pops with a name like that.”

But topping the charts is the last thing on anyone’s mind, especially if it risks compromising the integrity of the Bonitos music. “I still believe in rock and roll and I still love it,” said Hopeless. “I’m really glad getting this band together because I can say everyone here loves punk or they love rock and roll or both and that’s the key. That’s honesty. This is what we like and someone’s gotta play it because otherwise everyone’s just going to follow trends.”

The Bonitos are hard at work on their debut album, currently laying down bed tracks on a borrowed old school four-track cassette recorder. In fact, the first Halos 7 inch was recorded on a similar set-up. According to Hopeless, this method brings out a certain rawness that he is constantly striving for and helps avoid churning out an overproduced record. “It shouldn’t be perfect and it shouldn’t be clean; it should be raw, really raw and animalistic. And you get the little mistakes, you get the fuck ups. When you record digital you get this sound where everything’s too clean and too perfect and rock and roll ain’t meant to be that way.”

The unfinished recording has already received label inquiries and can be expected sometime in 2010, complete with what I’ve been assured will be amazing album art. Touring is also slated to start then.

“This band’s out to destroy and have a good time doing it,” grinned Hopeless alluding to the ferocious display of live energy to come at the Eldorado. “We hold parties, we don’t play shows man.”

The Bonitos play an all-ages show at the Fun House in Abbotsford January 23rd.

Monday, December 21, 2009

In Pictures: the Pointed Sticks CD release.






December 20th, 2009. The Rio, Vancouver---all ages afternoon show.

Saturday, December 12, 2009

In Pictures: Patrick Watson









December 10th at the Orpheum, Vancouver.

Wednesday, December 2, 2009

History 101 with Vancouver’s first punk band the Furies

By Kristina Mameli, the Skinny

In anticipation of the Skinny Magazine’s second annual Xmas party, an event for which there are absolutely no valid excuses for missing, taking place December 11th at the Eldorado, the Skinny sat down with the extremely amicable Chris Arnett, founder of Vancouver’s legendary first punk band the Furies. The extremely learned Arnett was very candid, speaking articulately to a myriad of subjects over a beer in a dimly lit Main Street bar.

“I’m at UBC pursuing a PHD in Archaeology,” said Arnett of his current foray into the world of academe. “I’m looking at three years. But it’s something I’ve been interested in since I was a kid. Even when I was rocking out in the Furies; I was actually at UBC then, first year, studying anthropology. I got my BA, then I got into a graduate studies program in Fine Arts and then dropped out because it wasn’t relevant to what I was interested in. Back then it just seemed a little removed from the real world.”

Arnett was heavily involved with the infant stages of the Vancouver punk scene and found the contrast between the university environment and playing house parties in the east end a little overwhelming. “The contrast was too much so I said well fuck it---I’m going to pursue a life as an artist. So that’s what I’ve been doing since the early ‘80’s,” he revealed. “I kind of dropped out of the academic world and pursued music, art, writing. In the meantime, I also raised two kids. So now they’re all growed up and I’m free to go back to my old bad habits. But I’m a serious student now, because you have to be. Serious student, full-time punk.”

The ethos of punk has remained a constant in every aspect of his life. “Questioning authority, not recognizing authority, doing what you want to do. I think you have to have some social conscience about it; you can’t be hedonistic,” reasoned Arnett. “It has to serve a purpose and I think rock and roll does serve a purpose. And art does too; just to sort of challenge the structures imposed on our lives. It’s a way to negotiate the rigid structures that we have to deal with in contemporary society.”

Arnett was musically inclined from an early age, trained against his will in classical piano. After reaching a certain level, he abruptly quit and picked up one of his musician father’s guitars, teaching himself how to play. By the time he hit high school, he knew it was time to start a band. And he did, playing parties and lunch time concerts at school.

The Furies were born in response to the complacency of contemporary music at the time. “A lot of the so called revolutionaries of the ‘60s became these complacent kind of laidback insipid professionals of the ‘70s, looking for the same kinds of jobs their parents had; the good life,” said Arnett. “Listening to the Eagles and Supertramp...I didn’t like sort of the hypocrisy and I definitely didn’t like the music that was being played.”

Luckily, bands like David Bowie, the Stooges and the New York Dolls were starting to emerge on alternative radio station CKLG FM. “That’s where I heard David Bowie and Lou Reed as a solo artist, although I was always into the Velvet Underground when I was a teenager,” reminisced Arnett. “I picked up the album White Light White Heat. I still have my original copy, and I think that’s one of the best records ever made. It was recorded in 8 hours, and it’s just a noisefest. And that was a big influence on me---I just love that album because of its cacophony of sound---it was a nice balance to the kind of music we were listening to on the radio.”

He and his friends gained a reputation for being rockers, listening to really loud, edgy music such as Alice Cooper, weaned on albums like White Light White Heat. “We liked it because it was a counter-balance to the dominant forms of music. And this is how the Furies started because we just kept pursuing this style of music unbeknownst to what was going on in the rest of the world.”

In retrospect, Arnett finds the entire punk movement incredibly interesting. “Punk was sort of a critical mass that happened around the world. We had our little band and we were playing loud rock and roll because…maybe lack of ability,” he mused. “I hadn’t played guitar that much so I was limited to bar chords and stuff. But it didn’t matter because of the style of music I liked.”

By this time, the once wide eyed hippie kids had cut their hair and donned a much slicker image that would later help characterize punk. It was the antithesis of anything else that was going on at the time. Never having heard their music, but seeing pictures of the Sex Pistols, they were shocked at the similarities. “We saw and heard about them, but we never heard their music,” he said. “We were the only band in town that had this kind of sound or this look; all that stuff; attitude, and people didn’t really know what to make of us at all.”

And so the quest to find the perfect musicians for Arnett’s project began. He and his friend Malcolm Hasman, now a multi-million dollar realtor, had dreams of super stardom. “He and I were kind of the nucleus of the Furies, but we couldn’t find any good musicians, we auditioned lots of people and they all sucked---we didn’t like their look or they were too old or they weren’t into the same sound we were…”

So, he posted a flyer near Long and McQuade at 4th and Burrard saying “guitarist looking for other musicians into the New York sound” with bands like the New York Dolls in mind. A few days later, he got a call from Cat Hammond. “She was part of the Vancouver art scene and all these people were into the sound because they read art magazines and stuff and were kind of hip to what was going on in England and New York.” Hammond wanted to be in the band, but there was one major problem; she wasn’t a musician. But as a punk rocker, she felt it was her duty to help, so she booked the Furies their first gig.

The first Furies gig took place at Pump’s Art Gallery in Gastown in May of ’77. They played an art show with artist Richard Hambleton, famous for drawing outlines of bodies in the streets. He went by the name Dick Tracey. “We blew everybody away just because we had this sound,” recalled Arnett. “We could tell by the way people were reacting that we were on to something and so, we just sort of went from show to show.”

Arnett and Hasman met drummer Jim Walker through Simon Werner. “As soon as Malcolm and I played with Jim we knew. We said ‘shit, this guy’s awesome’ and he was. He had just come from the Berkley School of Music in Boston and was on the top of his game.”

Walker was a professional country musician who immediately fell in love with the punk sound and attitude exuded by his fellow Furies. The band clicked, Arnett writing all the material and booking gigs wherever possible. “I’m into just creating things for the moment and I knew we had this unique sort of harsh music that could get a reaction out of people right away, so I thought, this is really fun, let’s play all kinds of places.

“I didn’t know anything about the music biz, so I got us in at a talent show at Blue Horizon,” said Arnett. “We beat another band that did Beatles covers, so they said, ‘we’re going to have you guys back next week for a face-off or something.’”

Arnett and Hasman went back the next week, only to find that Walker had neglected to turn up. He was instead in North Van in search of pot. So Hasman went to collect the rogue drummer.

“It was just kind of an odd night and we weren’t playing too good and there was a bunch of jocks at a table and they wanted to pound us. They just said ‘as soon as you guys finish we’re going to beat the shit outta you.’ So we used our music as a weapon and drove everybody out of the fucking bar,” laughed Arnett. “We played about a 40 minute version of “Sister Ray” by the Velvet Underground and these guys left. Actually, most of the bar cleared out…needless to say, we never got invited back to that venue.”

The band continued to play parties in East Van confident that they had found their sound. Hammond however, had big ideas and booked the Japanese Hall on Alexander street. She wanted to put on Vancouver’s first punk rock show.

“By then, I’d met the guys that were going to become DOA and the Subhumans, but they were all hippies living out in Coquitlam. We introduced them to the music. And anybody who was there knows that,” said Arnett of the kids not quite ready to open for the Furies. “I think they were very puzzled by our whole sound. They were ok guys. We actually did a show with them before the Furies even formed. Malcolm and I and Simon and Wimpy and Dimwit and Joe did a gig in Port Moody.”

The Furies were still left with a dilemma. There were no other bands in town so Arnett enlisted the help of his cousin Jill who happened to be really into punk and was one of the first to purchase a Ramones record. “I knew she was jamming with a bunch of her friends and so I got a hold of her and said, ‘hey, do you want to open for our show?’ And the three of them, Scout, Dale and Jill, who’s now known as Jade, came over.” Those three women would become the first all female punk band, the Dishrags.

The Furies hyped the show as much as possible, appearing as the first punk band on the Vancouver Show and spray painting everything in sight. They were even interviewed by Terry David Mulligan who didn’t quite know what to make of them, despite the fact that he was allegedly following “the scene” as it unfolded in England.

Their hard work paid off, and about 400 people showed up to what is now the legendary first Japanese Hall punk show. The bands played with no sound system, but left a lasting impression. “The Dishrags came on stage first and just blew everybody away,” said Arnett who recalled first hearing them play a few days before the show.

The shy girls wouldn’t let them watch and made them instead go upstairs. “So we’re upstairs in the kitchen having a beer and they start playing and Jim looks at me and goes ‘fuck, they’re better than we are!’ They just had a real, intense sound. We were 20, 21 and they were like 15. And their youthful energy made us think ‘we better focus here or these young chicks will blow us off the stage.’”

On the insistence of Walker, despite objections from Arnett, the band recorded and mixed a two song EP in half an hour at a studio in North Van for a scrambled $50. “We just did it really quick. And one of those songs keeps resurfacing in a lot of different places and provides me with royalty money every year. Thank you SOCAN,” laughed Arnett. “Although lately, they’ve been getting a little stingy… but we’re not in it for the money because the money will corrupt you.”

As a machination of Walker and his friend John Werner, who remains a member of the Furies to this day, Hasman was kicked out of the band for “not being punk enough.” He soon became the band’s manager and Werner the bass player. “He was a little older than us. He was 25, so we were always giving him heck about being too old and I was always saying, ‘I’m going to retire when I’m 25.’ You know, fuck this. But he gave us a really strong sound.”

Hasman then landed the band a gig at the PNE where they played on a national TV show; first punk band to be broadcast nationally across Canada. This continued the series of firsts for west coast punk bands in which the Furies led the charge. They played Seattle in what was likely the first punk band in Canada to play the US.

“By then, the Sex Pistols were happening and people had heard their music; we had got their singles and stuff. And punk started getting into the press and that’s when it all started to change actually,” said Arnett of the quickly evolving scene, “because the media portrayal of punk sort of created a lot of punk bands. They didn’t come to punk in a natural way, was my feeling just from being there. There was just a lot of disenchantment with the way radio was going, because of this commodification and professionalization that was happening in music and we were just totally against that.”

As it happened, the beginning of mainstream punk was also the end of the Furies. They played one last show at the Japanese Hall with the Lewd and the now fully formed Skulls, the precursor to DOA. “They showed up and they made their own kind of Sex Pistols outfits and wore German helmets, it was kind of funny, but they played well; no original music though, it was all Pistols and Ramones covers. Then the Lewd went on and they had a kind of interesting sound. Then we came on and people said it was our best show, but it was also our last show.”

The dynamic of the band had changed. Walker and Werner, who had earlier conspired to kick Hasman out of the band, had their own ideas of which direction they should be heading in. And these ideas clashed with Arnett’s. “School was starting up and they kind of gave me an ultimatum. If you go back to school that’s it, and I said well, fuck I’m back in school buddy and so that was it.”

Walker and Werner moved to England where they formed a band called the Pack before Walker auditioned and won a spot behind the skins for Public Image Ltd. “He came in there and literally bashed the kit across the room. And they were just sitting there with their mouths open,” laughed Arnett. “I was really proud of Jim because he took that Furies sound into England and Public Image. When their first album came out, I was really worried cause I thought, oh fuck, he’s going to steal all my songs…but some of our Furies sound is in that first album and I just love that first record; it’s the best PIL album.” But Walker would only play four gigs with PIL; half as many as he’d played with the Furies.

The original Furies played nine shows from May of ’77 to September of ’77, but made a lasting impact on the city. “I knew at the time that this music had a lot of weight and a lot of carrying capacity. We resurfaced what rock and roll was originally about. It was about young people making their own fun, making their own music and not going by any rules.”

Without the Furies, punk in Vancouver basically fell apart until DOA came onto the scene. “It’s funny, when the Furies broke up, the Dishrags kind of fumbled along for a little bit, but then the scene just kind of collapsed. The guys in the Skulls went to Toronto… they came back and resurfaced in ’78 as DOA. And I remember their first show at the Japanese Hall and they were good. They had gelled as a real punk outfit.”

From there, bands like the Pointed Sticks and Arnett’s new project the Shades started to emerge. “In the Shades we played lots of cool shows,” he said. “The Modernettes opened for us their first show at the Smilin’ Buddha. We did a three night stand there; packed every night. DOA played there the week before. The Buddha was a cool scene. Except my wife got beat up there once, but there was always that hidden violence around the scene too because we weren’t conformists.”

In 2007, at a Pointed Sticks reunion show at the recently defunct Richard’s on Richards, Carola, proprietor of the JEM Gallery, started talking to Werner about the possibility of a Furies reunion show. “John comes up and says ‘I was just talking to this promoter and she said if the Furies got together, you guys could play here.’ And I said ‘wow, fuck, I’d love to play here, that sounds great! I’m into it. Let’s do it,’” enthusiastically recalled Arnett. “‘Who should we get for a drummer?’ And we’re sitting there talking and he says, ‘well we could get this guy John Card, you know, he’d be really good…’ and Taylor Little comes up to me and he says ‘I want that fucking gig!’ And I’m going, ‘what? Ok, you got the gig!’ Taylor was in the Shades so Taylor and I go way back as musicians. So we said sure and the next day and I get a phone call saying, ‘do you want to open in three weeks for DOA?’ And we did and it was really fun. That was a good paying gig. It pays to play with DOA.”

Though he admittedly had incredible amounts of fun at the show, Arnett was still thinking it was a one off sort of thing, but the gigs kept coming. “We just keep getting gigs; that’s basically it. I often think this is going to be my last show because it takes a lot of energy to do those shows. You want to put everything you’ve got into it, because why do it if you don’t?”

Approximately 30 shows later, the Furies are still getting calls. “I keep thinking this will be my last show, but then somebody phones me up in a week and says, ‘you want to play this show?’ Like the Skinny Magazine got a hold of me and said ‘do you want to play this show?’ And I said, sure, why not?!”

In January, Arnett plans to record a double single to be released on vinyl. At least that’s the plan for now. “I don’t know yet. We’ve got to record it first,” he said. “I’ve got one song, it’s called “Olympic Madness,” that I just want to have out for the Olympics because I think it’s a fucking great song. It’s basically how the Olympics have impacted the city of Vancouver, especially the people of the downtown eastside. So it’s for those folks.”

Arnett said it will be recorded the same way the Furies debut album was. “We booked the studio, we recorded the album in a day, we mixed it in a day and we mastered it in a day---the way it should be. And I’m happy about it,” he paused and laughed, “we shouldn’t have mastered it I don’t think…”

The original Furies set consisted on twenty one songs. Of those, only twelve have been recorded. “My favourite song [from the record] is called “No Fun City.” It’s a song about Vancouver. I love Vancouver; I’m a fourth generation Vancouverite. My family’s been here since 1887, so I care about what goes on in this city, in every aspect.”

Arnett, a well published author in the fields of anthropology and archaeology, with four works under his belt, plans to one day pen a book about the beginnings of the Vancouver punk scene. “I’m a historian and I don’t bullshit and I don’t lie. It’s an ongoing process and something I’m working on, because I know what happened. This is going to be my first semi-autobiographical piece.”

Though the Furies will continue until the well of gig offers dries up, Arnett’s musical aspirations certainly do not stop with them. He also has plans to play and record with his sons, the assortment of musicians on Salt Spring Island and at UBC, as well as “Canada’s Stompin’ Tom Conners of punk,” Joey Only.

Arnett is deeply rooted in not only the scene here, but the city itself. “To me, this is the world. I haven’t been away from here really; I’m rooted in this town, this place. I live on Salt Spring Island, but that’s not really my home, that’s where I live; Vancouver’s my home. It’s a unique kind of scene here.”

Monday, November 30, 2009

Review: GWAR destroys the Commodore just like it was 1985




Monday November 30th, 2009
The Commodore, Vancouver
By Kristina Mameli, the Other Press

One of the many things that I love about Gwar is how remnants of their performances seem to linger days after the fact---or in the case of the vintage David Bowie shirt I unwisely wore the first time I saw them, forever. ‘Tis the mark of a good show when you’re reminded of the glorious carnage by your purple stained shoes every time you leave the house; isn’t it?

The veteran kings of kitschy thrash brought their gruesome caravan back to Vancouver to better terrorize the mostly unsuspecting patrons of the Commodore Ballroom. For the faithful that had bore witness to the spectacle before, it was like an early Xmas. They somewhat religiously put aside the black Municipal Waste t-shirts for one night instead choosing to don whatever white they could find. Some even wore goggles. This effectively separated the veterans from the first timers.

Wearing a white shirt with “GWAR!!!” crudely scrawled on the front, camera protected by a chopped up Ziploc bag, I arrived at the plastic coated Ballroom to discover that openers the Red Chord had been inexplicably dropped from the bill (according to a bouncer, possibly due to border issues) and as such, Job For A Cowboy had been moved up. Unfortunately, due to the time change, I missed their set entirely.

A crowd of eagerly expectant fans lined up en mass for a “beat and greet” with Gwar, who had also been on hand at Scrape Records earlier in the day. Miraculously, the band quickly worked its way through the line-up as a video detailing select portions of their 25 year history played them onto the stage.

As they blasted through the first songs, it quickly became apparent that nowhere would be safe from the festive red and green goo being sprayed at the crowd at random from every possible place. I felt particularly sorry for the bouncers who appeared not to have been briefed on what to expect pre-show.

Gwar is the most predictably unpredictable act I’ve ever had the pleasure of watching. They played a hefty selection from albums both old and new, moving as professionals through layers of make-up and what I can only imagine are extremely hot costumes through song after song. The set consisted of perfect opportunities for jokes, commentary and theatrics including the murders of the recently deceased Michael Jackson as well as US President Barack Obama. The former possibly in slightly poor taste, but hell, that’s the point isn’t it? Really, the performance could be viewed as a comment on popular culture and perhaps even some twisted form of tribute. The fans certainly didn’t seem to mind anyway as they were sprayed with a particularly powerful blast of Gwar excrement as a result of Jackson’s face being ripped off.

Whether you happen to be familiar with the mythology that surrounds Gwar or not, you can certainly appreciate their relentless touring schedule, astounding attention to detail and sheer dedication to the world they, with the help of their fans, have crafted through music and performance. Every aspect was followed perfectly, the band never breaking character.

Fans stumbled from the “blood” drenched room smiling, looking as if they’d all just participated in some sort of massacre. For all anyone on the street knew, maybe they had.

Look for Gwar’s 25th anniversary album Lust In Space in stores now on Metal Blade Records.

Also be sure to watch for an interview with singer Oderus Urungus in an upcoming edition of the Other Press.