Harry Pussy ‎– "Vigilance!" (Chocolate Monk ‎– choc.35) 1993

For some people, only clearing a room with your godawful racket just isn't good enough, Harry Pussy, a name so terrible it's inspired, aren't satisified until they've cleared at least a small building,maybe even a modest sized village? 

Husband and wife duo of Bill Orcutt (Him) and Adris Hoyos (Her) did to the guitar and drums what sixties free jazzers did to the Saxophone,to make a torturous noise.The guitar screaming for its life and the drums being soundly clubbed to death with no apparent plan.

It's never a good Idea d to be in a band,or even work with, one's spouse.On one hand you end up with something like Wings, or on the other end up hating each other and divorcing,like Moore and Gordon of Middle-Aged Youth.......I'm surprised Thurston Moore doesn't make a guest appearence on this tape,as he always hangs around bands with good write-ups that he ain't in like a bad smell......maybe he did later in the Pussy's career.

Of course 'Him' and 'Her' divorced later,as marriage has the same effect on music and it does on a sex life....it kills the magick and you split up.

This C120 cassette has its eccenticities,which i thought was a tape fault,but apparently not? The sound keeps dropping out,and on some occasions music from another part of the session is inserted momentarily. I'm informed that this was a deliberate act inspired by the Films of Jean Luc Godard????? However, Bill adds: “It was also a useful way to pad out a short recording to fill a 2 hour tape, since we could reuse the snippets.”.....I'm prone to accept the latter explaination personally.The guy from from Chocolate Monk,as quoted in the psuedo-intellectuals bible, Wire magazine, said: "...I guess the recording mechanism was a bit goofed up so a gap keeps appearing".

Its a pity Harry Pussy didn't do a collaboration with Jandek?At least, post split and divorce, Adris could have backed up the ginger one at one of the Corwood Rep's live appearences? Something for the near future I suggest?

Er...no....i'm not gonna mention the attempted coup d'etat in the USA yesterday by what looked remarkably like Jamiroquai with a degenerative brain condition due to their mom's ingesting some dodgy redneck pills during pregnancy.......listen to this instead, its far more coherent and relaxing than a bunch of terminally stupid conspiracy theorists with beards. 

Tracklist:

A Untitled (50:26)
B Untitled (50:28)

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Preggy Peggy & The Lazy Babymakers ‎– "The Gang Rape Of A Short-Bus Rider" (Chocolate Monk ‎– Choc. 160) 2007

List under "Experimental" is a tasty cop-out when trying to categorize the unfathomable. Preggy Peggy and her lazy Babymakers are more aligned with the 'Piss-Take Experimental' tranch of Noise than anything experimental, or even original;although ,granted, there ain't many recording Artistes who sound as truly Nuts as  this.

Naturally I know nothing about the persons coupable for this attack on aural decency,and I dunno if they have any connection with The Ceramic Hobs' harsh noise offshoot "Smell and Quim", whose style is uncannily similar,if slightly less daft.

I knew many a young lady who would have qualified to have been called Preggy Peggy in my youth in the post war concentration camps that circled UK cities called "Council Estates". Giving flesh to the old joke about most British cities;Them being like an evactuated Rugby players bath,nothing in the center with a ring of scum around the outside..HaHaHa....I nicked that one from Jeremy Clarkson....the only posh boy in Doncaster,so he knows, right?

The Estate was also full to the brim of Lazy Babymakers too,whom i had to avoid,as they took exception to me being the only weirdo in the village.....they were not wery nice to me...boo-hoo. Therefore, like most Grammer School boys (ps,I had to pass an exam to go there so shut it!), I hate both the 'Upper'and the 'Under'classes equally.I believe in equality when it comes to hate.

Interesting point of information about my childhood homeland,was that the estate was named after Lord Eyres Monsell,who, before he had to sell his inherited lands after a compulsory purchase order in the fifties, to the UK Govt, became chums with William S. Burroughs at Harvard in the thirties.

Here's a relevant extract from Burroughs' excellent Biography, "Literary Outlaw":

'Billy met some of the more outlandish characters then at Harvard,among them Graham Eyres-Monsell, an Upperclass Englishman Whose father was the First Lord of the Admiralty. Billy thought he was glamourous because he was a Lord and knew all sorts of people, but at heart he disliked him,recalling:

"Ears Monsell....sounds like a Brooklyn gangster.He hung out with the undergraduates because he was in the habit of being deferred to and did not want to be with his equals.Like Cato gave his senate laws, and sits attentive to his own applause. He was a Cat-hater, and said he'd trained a Dog to kill Cats He was the one who told me that Vitamin A in large doses kills colds. He was a Fascist minded elitest,and not nearly as intelligent as he thought he was.I'm an elitest myself, but wouldn't want to be in the same lifeboat as him."'

Not sure I approve of Billy taking the piss out of the name synonymous with my childhood torture.Its a kind of warped Stockholm syndrome that i'll stick up for the place for the most rediculous reasons.I can feel a spike of annoyance if anyone dis's Leicester for any reason, never mind Eyres Monsell Estate....even the great William S. Burroughs.

In fact he isn't alone among literary genius's, to slag off my home town,the Father of Satire himself....and incidently a blood relative to yours truly,Jonathan Swift labelled the place a "Special parcel of Fools"....can't disagree with that,even if it included me for several decades.

The literary connections continue,Sue Townshend wrote the appalling "Dairy Of Adrian Mole" there, and Joe Orton lived in the neighbouring,and even worse,Concentration camp of the "Saffron Lane Estate".They used to send posses of sexually abused head cases on raids into Eyres Monsell looking for blood and someone else's sister,or brother,or family pet, to penetrate for a change...i'm crying just thinking about the trouser wetting fear of being beaten by these ruthless new life-forms.Who were they?....well,in this case it's more of a 'What' rather than a 'Who'.

One can only imagine the joy that Lord Ears Monsell(1905-93) would have gained knowing that his former lands were populated by cap-doffing breeders,hardly worthy of attending the Primary school which bore his name, never mind bowing to his magnificence.

Tracklist:

1 I'm Glad My Dad Is Sad 2:09
2 A Man Walks Into A Duck With A Bar On His Head 3:14
3 Baby, It's Cold Inside 5:21
4 A Broken Vag Is Like A Broken Badge 5:35
5 Saran Wrap Man 2:05
6 C.E.L.E.B.R.A.T.E. 4:11
7 The Mysticism Of My Fucking Sound 5:03
8 When The World Isn't There 1:25
9 A Dyke, A Kike & A Ten Speed Bike 5:10
10 Just Don't Forget. Peggy Is The Boss 5:08

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Prick Decay & Thurston Moore ‎– "Electricity Vs Insects" (Chocolate Monk ‎– CHOC-070) 1996

Name dropping never harms record sales.So the inclusion of Alt Rock dinosaur, Moore of Sonic Youth, would have guaranteed this limited run of vinyl sold out, once those legions of lumberjack shirted and converse bedecked forty somethings got wind of this collaboration with Prick Decay.
He's 'Experimental' y'know is Thurston, and an avid obscuro music bore....rather like me I admit,but I ain't famous so fuck you. Nothing would delight him so as to align himself with DIY noise experimentalist Dylan Nyoukis aka Prick Decay, for a stimulating experiment-off.
This serves to further enhance Thurtons thirst for "I'm experimental me" credibility, and relaxes his fear of being the 'Corporate Rock Whore' (Cobain 1990-ish). Anyone who would sign a contract with David Geffen deserves to be labelled so.
It may not sound like it, but i do actually like Sonic Youths records up to about the cusp of the nineties, especially the first few, so I also giggled in expectation as to what this sounded like.
The news is, it sounds like a Prick Decay record.No signs of any 'experimental' tunings to be found?Was the legendary mr Moore even on this at all? If he appears not, then its a triumph of conceptual experimentation.I like it. Maybe I'll steal the idea for one of my own unreleased avant-garde 'I'm clever I am' noise workouts, and bill it as "Jonny Zchivago and Lydia Lunch do Lunch"......but really the lovely Lydia isn't on it......thats a goer I think.
Inspiration NOT appropriation.

Tracklisting

A1 Log Teeth
A2 Spirit Of Vulva
A3 Teeth Like Logs
B1 Slight Gut Wrenchings
B2 Hemoglobins Affinity
B3 Syrup Of Ipecac

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