There are a handful of things I’d change if I were to redo this strip.
I’d rephrase what “intrigued” me in the caption atop the first panel; my sarcastic quotation marks on “texture” are easily mistaken for a misspelling of an actual Skinny Puppy song, “Testure”.
I would reevaluate my appreciation for them, because these days I find myself turning to their music regularly, like a balm.
It wasn’t a Clash LP that had a stencil, it was CRASS! CRASS, YOU STUPID CARTOONIST! PUT THE BONG DOWN FOR CHRIST’S SAKE!
One of my old writing partners had a saying: “They can’t all be golden.” I think this particular strip illustrates that axiom nicely. But let’s be frank, you forgot B.A.D. was even a thing until just now.
The closest you can get to “a good Hole song” is the following. If there exists a female voice that science could prove is subconscious torture to heterosexual men, it would be Courtney Love’s. Continue reading →
In the Before Times, when music on the radio was not analogous to commercial interruption, a band of musicians had a three-minute window to set the world on fire. Many groups took this responsibility with great gravitas, crafting an introduction to their big number that would grab listeners by the scruff of the neck and pull them uncomfortably close for the duration. These were songs that made turning the dial impossible.
And to state the utterly obvious, they don’t make ’em like this no more.
I swear to god I thought I did a strip on Laibach. I had to look all over to make sure I didn’t. I can see it in my head! I can see it!
Okay, for one, I vividly remember this song opening differently, going straight into the dirgelike LOOOOOOOOOOO:
I’ve never found a version different from the one posted. Did I imagine it? Did I hear a remix, or was the CD skipping?
Two, another vivid memory: a high school buddy purchased a Laibach album, back when they came packaged in cardboard “longboxes”. He said the inside of the longbox was lined with swastikas, which prompted a stimulating discussion about the peaceful origins of the symbol. And he was Jewish! I have found no evidence online that this packaging ever existed. What the fricasee, did I goddamn dream it? What would THAT mean?
Thirdly, in my mind, I conflate “White Law” with this similarly-titled song:
Now you share my special level of Hell.
Finally, I’m certain that I’m not the only one who remembers when this turned up on 120 Minutes:
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