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Booklet states tracks 1 - 11 originally released in 1980 as 'Inside My Brain,' but this is not correct. Tracks 1 - 6 were originally released in 1980 as Inside My Brain while tracks 7 to 11 were bonus tracks on side B of the 1987 reissue on PVC Records. Tracks 12 - 25 originally released 1982 as Back From Samoa Tracks 26 - 31 originally released 1986 an untitled 12' EP, later reissued as. Angry Samoans: The Unboxed Set 1995 Triple X Records Format I Own it on: Compact Disc Track Listing: 1. Right Side of My Mind 2. Gimme Sopor 3.Hot Cars 4. Inside My Brain 5. You Stupid Asshole 6. Get Off the Air 7. My Old Man's a Fatso 8. Carson Girls 9. I'm a Pig 10. Too Animalistic (live) 11. Right Side of My Mind (Live) 12. Gas Chamber 13. Yes, powerpopman, i've got the Unboxed Set too. A killer CD!!! I bought this little one at their gig here in Wiesbaden 2007. It was a great performance and maybe my last chance to saw them live. December 25, 2009 at 5:26 AM.
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Released | June 13, 1995 | |||
Recorded | 1979-1988 | |||
Genre | Punk rock | |||
Length | 75:22 | |||
Label | Triple X Records | |||
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The Unboxed Set is a compilation album by punk rock band Angry Samoans, released in 1995. It features all the songs from their first four albums.
Track listing[edit]
- 'Right Side of My Mind'
- 'Gimme Sopor'
- 'Hot Cars'
- 'Inside My Brain'
- 'You Stupid Asshole'
- 'Get Off the Air'
- 'My Old Man's a Fatso'
- 'Carson Girls'
- 'I'm a Pig'
- 'Too Animalistic (live)'
- 'Right Side of My Mind (Live)'
- 'Gas Chamber'
- 'The Todd Killings'
- 'Lights Out'
- 'My Old Man's a Fatso'
- 'Time Has Come Today'
- 'They Saved Hitler's Cock'
- 'Homo-Sexual'
- 'Steak Knife'
- 'Haizman's Brain Is Calling'
- 'Tuna Taco'
- 'Coffin Case'
- 'You Stupid Jerk'
- 'Ballad of Jerry Curlan'
- 'Not of This Earth'
- 'Different World'
- 'Electrocution'
- 'It's Raining Today'
- 'Unhinged'
- 'Psych-Out 129'
- 'Somebody to Love'
- 'I Lost (My Mind)'
- 'Wild Hog Rhyde'
- 'Laughing at Me'
- 'STP Not LSD'
- 'Staring at the Sun'
- 'Death of Beewak'
- 'Egyptomania'
- 'Attack of the Mushroom People'
- 'Feet on the Ground'
- 'Garbage Pit'
- '(I'll Drink to This) Love Song'
- 'Lost Highway'
All tracks previously released. Tracks 1-11 from Inside My Brain, 12-25 from Back from Samoa, 26-31 from Yesterday Started Tomorrow, 32-43 from STP Not LSD.
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from left: Kevin, Metal Mike, Billy, Todd
Interview by Jason Gross
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bonze Kevin Eric Saunders a/k/a bonze blayk, co-founder of the AngrySamoans, Metal Mike's kid brother, and author of 'Comet' (and dataComet), theCornell Macintosh Telnet application.
PSF: What was the local scene like before the group started?
BONZE: Gee, I couldn't say, since I wasn't there. I moved to Van Nuysfrom Little Rock in July 1978, lured by my brother Metal Mike's promise of 1)a part-time bookkeeping job, 2) a $30/month garage to live in, and 3) aconcerted effort to mount an excruciatingly funny AnArkansic response to theshamelessly effete East-Coast slob-rock dominion of The Dictators. We wouldrealize the original vision of VOM: 'The Fugs meet Heavy Metal'.
PSF: How and why did the group get together exactly?
BONZE: Mostly magic, with some help from the Valley Green Sheet... themagic involving the processes of spontaneous combustion arising in compostedvegemental matter... you know, Monsters From the Collective Id. We were alltogether by 9/78; Gregg was a Metal Mike co-conspirator from the days of VOM,and Billy and Todd showed up and stuck. I do believe Todd was the onlybassist we auditioned. The glue? A joint admiration for the Ramones, andotherwise eclectic tastes centered around the love of loud guitar music, inwhich mode Metal Mike was already a master songwriter. And oh yeah: I had aPA, and Gregg's parents had a garage.
PSF: Do you think the band fit into the local music scene at the time?
BONZE: What local scene? In my conceptualization, a 'scene' implies a'sound', or at least a 'look', but there was nothing coherent I could figureout. There were a number of OK clubs, in most of which the sound routinelysucked due to lousy PA systems (I had been spoiled already by the music scenein Austin, where I attended the University of Texas).
Seriously, every other middlin'-great band from the entire USofA moves toL.A. at some point, so there were many great bands in every genre. Only oneband I saw was inspiring enough to induce people to dance (for some reasonAngelean club-goers were loathe to boogie ca. 1978): Daily Planet (at Club88). I roadied for Tremors, who gigged fairly regularly, so I saw a lot ofbands. Some of the greats (the ones I saw anyway): Tremors, Blue ÖysterCult, Bates Motel, Fear, Rubber City Rebels, The Aliens, The Subhumans, RickDerringer, Badfinger, The Dogs ('Slash Your Face!'), and THE IMMORTAL FLAMIN'GROOVIES!
PSF: So what was your first gig like?
BONZE: It was at the Rio Theatre on October 28, 1978. The Rio was a verynice converted theatre in Rodeo with a large open hardwood floor; we werebilled third, after the Cornell Hurd Band and headliners The Aliens--whorendered LIVE a truly inspiring, competent, and very scary musicalinterpretation of a DEAD flaming paranoid schizophrenic psychosis, even thoughRoky wasn't present. These guys covered the vocals seamlessly anyway: for along time I stood mesmerized, absorbing the oddly crystalline yet grungy leadruns spewing and spitting from Dwayne's Jaguar/Tone Bender/Marshall/8-10'array as he spat out the lyrics to 'Two-Headed Dog'. Seriously, whenever hemomentarily ceased picking--which wasn't often--the sucker would sound as ifit was gonna blow!
Gregg and Todd and I slam-danced to The Aliens in a largely empty hall.OK, I take that back, Todd and I slam-danced, and eventually Gregg and hisgirl-companion of the moment did an amusing impression of the baffled touristcouple (unassuming fans of Cornell Hurd?) overwhelmed by the buffetting of themadded punkers, falling down to the floor in simulated slo-mo while keepingtheir beers upright. Too bad there was no video, Gregg was turning in yetanother excellent performance as an 'innocent bystander'!
Anyway, we were probably pretty dreadful on-stage at this first appearance.Tony Conn was brought on for the last few songs in this gig... it turns out hewas too embarassed to sing the real lyrics to 'I'm in Love with Your Mom,' sohe was changing them on the spot. So much for Mike and Gregg's 'SecretWeapon'!
By the way, the irony of our first billing shared with a band named 'Cornell' (seebelow for ironic expansion) had never occurred to me until this very moment...yet another example of the de-synchronicities which seem to plauge my path inlife. The portentous conjunction with The Aliens is a much more obviouspresentiment of 'Things To Come...'
PSF: Being a wild punk band, do you have an stories of debauchery from the earlydays?
BONZE: The Samoans were not a particularly debauched group; our majoroff-music pursuit consisted of midnight bowling expeditions (Todd and I wouldtake advantage of this opportunity to drink beer and smoke ceegars, however).In fact, I attained a high game of 236 while in L.A., and got my average up toaround 168...
I understand perfectly: No public confessions, no publicity: OK, Iconfess, I'm a thrill-addicted degenerate: there were repeated outbreaks ofRisk playing among us residents at Mike's house, which I'm proud to say I won80% of the time.
And to take another look into the black heart of horror, a life squanderedin the pursuit of kinky thrills with wild abandon. I willingly endangered mystanding at work with my absolute insistence that I MUST be home by 4PM so Icould watch The Avengers ('Mike, I am not gonna miss The Avengers!'). Hey,that's pretty debauched!
OK, I've got you all slavering now, you want the 'hard stuff': there's myparticipation in the 'movie industry,' if you have the temerity to call thefilming of the VOM videos with Gregg and Richard Meltzer 'industrious'...
PSF: OK, so no debauchery. What about your time with Vom (pre-Samoans)?
Well, OK, sorry again to disappoint, it was kinda fun but not especiallydebauched, though it was forward-looking in the 'whips-and-chains as fashionstatement' department. Imagine making a rock video in an apartment where thedownstairs neighbors are banging their ceiling with a broom, and you mustperform the drum parts AS A MIME. Aprés-MTV, even, the concept here was thatCasey was gonna ship it off to New York and VOM would soon be appearing onSaturday Night Live's contributed film segment (recall 'The Mr. Bill Show'?). It didn't work out that way, but Richard's on-screen in-bathtub performance in'Electrocute Your Cock' is electrifying!
If you see this stuff in the vidementary 'Angry Samoans: TrueDocumentary,' you may get the mistaken idea that the so-called 'KevinSaunders' was the drummer in VOM. This is incorrect- 'Ted Kluzewski,' drummerand mostly-author of 'I'm in Love with Your Mom,' 'Son of Sam,' and 'BeaverPatrol,' was in fact Metal Mike Saunders operating under yet anothernom-de-numb for the purposes of 1) anonymity and 2) self-deconstruction.
Of course, if you'd had anything to do with the sole recording emitted byVOM, you'd probably be seeking anonymity and/or deconstruction yourself! Inmy case, I'd probably disavow any assocation whatsoever, except 1) the videosare cool and 2) maybe someday Casey will get rich and I'll get the $400/day Iwas promised by Gregg as an incentive for getting up at four in the morning!
During this period for amusement I mostly hung out, and drank Carlsberg'sexcellent Elephant malt liquor. I smoked a fair amount of pot. For a while I tried pipesmoking (an in-thing among prominent economists of that era). Outside ofBilly, the band members were usually too uptight to be debauched--and Billy istoo wholesome to be considered debauched, despite being proven girl-bait. No,'suburban teen-angst hostility' was the focus here, and constitutionalincompetence at debauchery must be considered part of theproblem-constellation.
Oh yeah, I learned electronics to pursue the noble goal of fixing my '65Fender Tremolux, got some nasty shocks, and learned great respect for theinsidious ramifications of Ohm's Law. Debauchery, huh? Oooo yeah! 'Rockand Roooooollll!'
PSF: How was Inside My Brain put together?
BONZE: I can only account for Side 2 of the second and succeeding versionsof the EP (Tracks 7-11 on The UnBoxed Set), since I left months before songson the original version of Inside My Brain were recorded--'Hot Cars' hadn'teven been written yet. Tracks 7-9 were recorded on 4-track at Llloyd JamesRecording studio, where we laid down the basic tracks for 5 songs in about twohours, with Todd and Mike and I playing guitar outside. (!) We then waitedfor about 5 more hours for Mike and Gregg to put down acceptable vocal tracks(!!).
Technically I was the producer on these tracks, since Mike designated me asthe ultimate EQ and mixdown arbiter, and there was no other productioninvolved besides a bit of reverb on the vocal tracks: just loud guitars, apounding beat, and a couple of guys blowing verses and feeling anxious abouttheir inflection. Outstanding memory: Steve Besser (our manager, Gregg'sneighbor from birth) and I returning from the Stop-and-Go and hearing Greggdoing an awesome rant on 'Too Animalistic.'
(It's important to see here that Mike and Gregg were not yet comfortableComing Out as flaming Front-Forward assholes... yet. It took Mike a couple ofyears to get used to being a frontman, and charmingly, he still lacks theability, or perhaps the innate meanness required, to take advantage of therole viz-a-viz teenage groupies or socio-political posturing. As he retortedto a heckler at a recently videotaped gig, 'What's the joke? What's the joke?Don't you get it? I'm the joke!').
Anyway, Tracks 10 & 11 were from Live at Rhino Records, where we wereunknowingly taped on a cassette recorder. Yup, that's me playing improvguttar on 'Right Side of My Mind', an event not to repeat itself until SteveDrojensky joined the band some years down the line. (As a retort to TrouserPress, I wanna note that the among the voices of the 'dozen fans' you couldhear not only the fabulous Gold Sisters performing improptu backing vocals to'You Stupid Asshole', but also derisive comments from Richard Meltzer, GeneSculatti, and Harold Bronson... so our fans may have been few, but they wereselect enough to recognize and appreciate a whole massive terra incognita ofchartless and --deceptively-- depthless stupidity on first witness.)
By the way, it was Carrie Gold who arranged our fabulous lunch-hour gig at SantaMonica High (alas she could not swing the booking with her own school, BeverlyHills High!). To give you some indication of our status as trendsetters, theAngry Samoans not only preceded the awesome RATT in this critical venue:according to reliable testimony our performance inaugurated what was to becomea tradition of chucking milk cartons at bands (SAMOHI, indeed!).
PSF: Was the band made outsiders after 'Get Off the Air'? The band had torelease material as the 'Queer Pills' right?
BONZE: I'd been gone for about 2 years (?) by the time of The Queer Pillsanyway. Huge admirers of Roky Erickson and the Aliens, I don't believe weever qualified as insiders. Believe me, after you play Camarillo, you'llnever want to be an insider again.
It's true, 'Get Off The Air!' was the hate anthem that finally set the tonefor the whole Samoans infatuation with frank psychosis in 1/79, but nobody atfirst thought to threaten Rodney (Bingenheimer, DJ and unwitting subect of the song) with DEATH as opposed to VERBALHUMILIATION... and frankly, I probably would've joined Tremors or otherrelatively mellow hard-rock outfit rather than passively tolerating advocacyof Rodneycide.
Ironically, though, Rodney clearly never appreciated that this Samoansanti-homage would become his vehicle to cultural immortality, as opposed tohanging out with 'rock stars' and crucifying us with Phil Spector's worstrecordings on Christmas Eve 1978. Although, it's true, no hanging, nocrucifixion, no song: Rodney DID play a crucial role here! Like Chuck Eddysays, it's 'the meanest rock-joke ever', but I do believe we were alreadybanned from the Club 88 (don't forget, 'I'm in Love with Your Mom'!). In someways Rodney failed a test here: if he really comprehended punk, he would haveunderstood that it's an honor to get roasted by Metal Mike: he should havemade 'Get Off the Air!' his signature song, and then invariably follow it upwith some ironic counterpoint (say, David Bowie's 'D.J.' from his great Lodgeralbum: 'I am a DJ, and I have believers!').
Seriously, the record industry at that point in time sucked pretty bad.Punk was a badly needly antidote to the cult of 'coolness' and 'commercialviability' as opposed to musical expression. 'New Wave' was already beingco-opted into 'Power Pop'... oooh, my stomach hurts when recollection sets in!
Remember, this was the era of The Knack ('My Sharona'). The KNACK, are'The Next Beatles,' you say? You can kiss my copy of 'Ass'! According to mysongbook 'The Second Coming of The Beatles' was in 1969 and the band wascalled 'Badfinger'!
As an example of the mindset of the times, we finally got the booker fromMadame Wong's to come down to Gregg's parents' garage to audition us. Greggcommented on his lapel pin: 'Hey, that's a Rickenbacker!' The booker sneered: 'Yeah, you guys would *sound* better if you *played*one.' 'I *do* have one!,' Gregg exhaled! Indeed, Gregg DID OWN a Rickenbacker!At this point a guitar collector as opposed to a guitarist, he eventually gotto be a reasonably competent guitarzan, but while I was still in the band thePrime Directive from all four musicians in the band was, 'Gregg, you'reallowed to hold a guitar onstage, even strum the sucker if you wish, what thehell, this IS a PUNK band is it not?... but you are NOT under ANYcircumstances to plug it in!' For this guy, we shoulda let Gregg play, he was clearly cruisin' for abruisin'.
PSF: How/why did you leave the Samoans?
BONZE: I left to attend grad school in Economics at Cornell in September1979. (Ironic expansion: I quit grad school almost immediately, buteventually wound up working for Cornell for 8 years, developing COMET, theCornell Macintosh Telnet application, along with some other less well-knownsoftware.) I found L.A. very depressing anyway, possibly because I wasn'trich enough to afford decent housing. Ithaca has its own unique mode ofweirdness, so of course I wound up here! Note that the only U.S. monasteriesof the Tibetan Buddhists are located in this area.
PSF: What did you think of what they did afterwards?
BONZE: Back From Samoa is one of those few deathless punk-classiccontributions to Western Civilization- hell, let's include EasternCivilization also, since the Japanese probably like it! Other than Back FromSamoa, it's pretty good stuff, and I'm happy I'm not alone in finding a lotof it excruciatingly funny. Remember, 'Metal Mike is to the pop song as FranzKafka is to the short story': that's my official analogy, for the record. Iexpect you'll see this analogy appearing in 'Rock Culture 101' pop quizzes andSAT tests any decade now, so you might as well memorize it straightaway.
In my opinion the songs I'd done with the Samoans that appear on Side 1 ofInside My Brain sounded a lot better in the original versions, including'Get Off The Air!', and especially 'Haizman's Brain is Calling,' the properrendition of which absolutely requires psychedlic lead guitar, noifs-ands-or-buts.
STP Not LSD is a hot and humorous hard rock album, which you get as afreebie when you buy The UnBoxed Set. Yesterday Started Tommorow has somenice songs. About 30% of Metal Mike's post-Samoans stuff is great, but it'smore uneven, and the singles are better than the CDs (e.g., 'Election Day,'Kill for Satan,' and 'Kurt Cobain's Dead').
The appearance of The Angry Samoans Live at Rhino Records ten years afterthe performance was weird and unexpected, along with having this earlylive/demo stuff appear on Brain, which then wound up occupying the #73 slot onChuck Eddy's STAIRWAY TO HELL. The irony is that I had always felt kindacheated in my Samoans tenure: I'd really wanted to record a REAL demo! I hadhad sentimental feelings about the Rhino performance though, the only live oneI'd ever heard on tape, because it proved I could play guitar passably welleven in a state of anhedonia. Note that YOU NEED THIS RECORD, because it'sthe ONLY Samoans offering which includes 'I'm in Love With Your Mom'!
It's worth noting that I've only been in two bands, first the AngrySamoans, and then Auld l'Anxiety from 1986-1990, and since then I've playedsolo, bonze blayk a/k/a Kevin Eric Saunders, an exceedingly sensitivefolk-metal troubador.
The current Samoans line-up is a gas: Mike sent me a video of some recentperformances, and we're talking about a kinder, gentler kind of laff-riothere. Billy is playing drums, which makes it an official Samoans as far asI'm concerned, and Alison Wonderslam (lead), Mark Byrne (rhythm), and AdrienneHarmon (bass) are 100% Samoan, in spirit if not in stature or raw rugbypotential.
PSF: So what about you and Mike? I get the impression from the linernotes of The Unboxed Set that you're out of touch...
BONZE: Hardly... Mike comes out to Ithaca fairlyregularly to visit with his niece, Rachel, and check up on all the thriftstores in the area. Occasionally we also make appearances as, you guessed! the Angry Samoans.Last time Mike was in Ithaca we hit a jam party in T-Burg and baffledpartygoers with a BlitzKrieg set, with Mike playing drums and singing (shadesof Dave Clark!) and me on guitar.
A more memorable occasion was the time we played at an afternoon all-agesshow when we were visiting in Little Rock on Easter Sunday 1990. Mikerecruited Bircho of prominent (not only loud but musical too) LR punk bandTrusty to play drums, I borrowed a bass, and we were all set to go! We played'Help,' 'Slave to My Dick,' and 'Inside My Brain' for a finale.
Mind you, I'd never played bass in front of people before, and didn't knowany of these songs prior to the day we played and we'd never played withBircho either! Regardless, by the end of 'Brain' there was a crowd of acouple of hundred kids chanting 'HOMO-SEXUAL! HOMO-SEXUAL! HOMO-SEXUAL!'
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Mike declined the encore, even though I was unpracticed but game. It wasreally funny to discover that the guys in Trusty, some of whom attendedCatholic High, venerated the Samoans but hadn't realized that Mike and I werefellow LR natives who had attended Hall High! (The line in 'Fatso'... 'stuckinside the classroom, lookin' at the dots up on the wall'... refers to Hall'sacoustic ceiling tile. Can you picture Metal Mike playing trombone in amarching band?)
PSF: What's the legacy of the Samoans?
BONZE: The Samoans incarnate The Spirit of '65, punks in garages who mayor may not be destined for more melodic futures, but who are onto the game andunderstand that music is about communication and feeling, not competence, andthat there are worthwhile feelings you can (and should) express with justthree chords and the True Revealed Version of the lyrics to 'Louie Louie'(which you will of course make up as you go along!).
On second thought, this comment betrays my age: strike '65 and 'LouieLouie' for '81 and 'Gas Chamber', a theme song for the '80's, which is a morecomplex era and deserves a couple more chords. That's the legacy, all right!'Right Side of My Mind!' says it all!
I'm amazed to find that there are Samoans tribute bands out there, indeed,Canadian and German and God-Knows-What-Nationality tribute bands, maybe evenSamoan Samoans (to satisfy Philip K. Dick's category of 'fake fakes'). It'san expression of the universal gosh-awfulness of the human condition,wheverever you go, however badly you speak (or sing) English.
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