Bridge Nine Records has finally issued an official release date and a better look into xXx Fanzine‘s upcoming comprehensive book looking into how 1980’s hardcore and punk grew into a force of nature through the lens of Boston’s influential zine.
Let Them Know: The Story of Youth Brigade & BYO Records
BYO Records (2009)
After months of trying to score a free copy with no luck I decided to suck it up and buy this for myself because I just could not wait any longer to get one. I guess you would call this a coffee table book but it is much more because you not only have the 100+ page book but you also get a double LP, gotta love vinyl, a CD just in case you are a tool and don’t have a record player and a DVD documentary of the book.
This book by Michael Essington is first and foremost written by someone who grew up in Southern California in the so called golden age of Punk Rock. I say golden age with a bit of tongue in the cheek due to the fact that the term golden age would not normally refer to a time that could be violent, oppressive (thanks to the cops) and downright dangerous, but damn was it exciting and a hell of a lot of fun!
Reading an autobiography by someone as well known as Johnny Ramone will not lead you to vast insights, unknown tales and revelations but it will entertain you and give you a little better understanding on the type of person it took to hold The Ramones together. Written while he knew his life was probably coming to an end, this book is at least a way to look back on the past through Johnny and remember the man who kept one of the most influential bands of all times going.
“We are trying to close fifteen yards between the audience and us; and the White Stripes want that fifteen yards.” – Billy Childish
The title of this article is deceiving: I don’t have a garage. If I did, I’m damn sure I wouldn’t read inside one. The prospect of reclining on a pile of tools or sitting on top of a spare tire, slowly paging through a good read as the smell of oil pooling on the floor drifts up my nose… well, it doesn’t seem nearly as attractive as reading on the comfort of my couch. I just threw that in to be a shitty subtitle, which gives me something in common with the book I just finished reading, Eric Davidson’s We Never Learn: The Gunk Punk Undergut, 1988-2001.