I remember the first time I heard Jesus Lizard , not the first time I heard about them (he had read a note, I think a Spin , which put them in the sky and had concluded that I was going to like it), but the first time I actually heard one of his records. Print remember: never, ever heard anything so ugly . I disliked so much that, after giving a couple of days just in case, days when the dislike what he heard did not fall, I went to return the disc to the record store of fat Henry, who had trusted me not give an opinion about something he also had a fright like hearing, but he suspected it might be good. For me it was a mess, something so horrible that actually made me remember. This is one of the mysteries of the consumer aesthetic culture surface delayed, or generally never arrive, to understand, the so-called "frustration of the horizon of expectations" that have been identified, rightly in my view, art . The real breakdown of the parameters of enjoyment that we welcome and impressive so strong that we can not only enjoy but we reject it, but moves us. Burroughs, David Lynch , Pere Ubu , Edgar Varese , Lamborghini , Cecil Taylor, David Cronenberg , Beckett ... I have spent many times, so many that I know the feeling so i check again and again what terrified me so much before discarding it forever, which I rarely do to a stimulus so powerful. That's something not many people do, it takes time, strength and curiosity to do so. And the reward is not resolution but concern.
few months later I bought the same disc, the same copy. The album was Liar Since then one of my five favorite albums of all time and a piece of aesthetic violence to which none of the supposedly ultra-radical groups of Williamsbourg noise is even close to approaching.
Today, eleven or twelve years later, I find it a bit strange so initial revulsion at the end of the Jesus Lizard were basically a rock band, including about a band of heavy blues, but contextualizing it seems logical in that then I was hanging from bands like Sonic Youth , Pixies, Sugar , Wedding Present, Pavement or , bands that may be put in the same shelf as the Jesus Lizard, but they were fundamentally different. Bands were ultimately introspective, educated, sensitive and somewhat poppy , Jesus Lizard was a rock volcano misanthrope totally out of control in appearance but with the more disciplined method of demolition in the history of rock. The band that your girlfriends hate and your fellow musicians listen with an open mouth, trying to count the times and failing miserably.
In a recent review in Pitchfork contemporary critic of mine explained that the alternative music world has been sweetened and softened both his brother, just in his twenties now, got scared and blamed to mental music critic groups called as "evil indie," a neo-genre that exemplified in the glorious names of Big Black, Brainiac , Melvins and of course, Jesus Lizard . If indeed there is this sub-genre I have to say is probably my favorite kind of music, musically heavier than punk, more aesthetically industrial rock, more Page zeppelinianamente that Plant, technically more virtuous than proactive ... Black lights are not devoted to ugliness or pure confrontation, but the search for a new standard of beauty and energy nietzscheano more beyond good and evil, beyond duty and desire to be empathic identification.
is likely that the name of David Yow not be the first to jump to talk about poetry in rock or modern music, but his lyric-sabotaged by the singer's diction impossible, usually vocalize in spurts, a drunk grunt becomes even more incomprehensible by the technique of singing covering her mouth or covering the microphone with his hand quality may not be so obvious to a fan of Jim Morrison or Ryan Adams , nor is the kind of thing you quoted in an email designed to seduce a girl, but it is a vitality imposible e inaceptable que va a contramano de todo lo que uno pude considerar como lírico. Veamos si no a la letra de ' Lady Shoes '
There's a girl, playing her piano, there's a little girl, playing her big piano
While her mother gives her an enema, while her mother
While her mother gives her an enema, while her mother
And then the daddy comes in and jacks off on the piano, and jacks off on the piano
And jacks off on the piano, and jacks off on the piano
Meanwhile, the local maternity ward, nurse comes in with a great big sledgehammer
She kills all the little babies, destroys the monitoring system
Says she got some time to stick around
She calls the doctor, said look what I've done
She calls the doctor, said look what I've done
She calls the doctor, said look what I've done
Doctor comes in, pops a boner and jacks off in her cap
And then the motel manager comes by
And takes a little shit in his hand, and then he takes a little shit in his hand
And then he takes a little shit in his hand
And the he puts it on like lipstick, lipstick, he puts it on like lipstick, lipstick
' Lady Shoes' is the most representative song of Jesus Lizard or better. Not even the best of the album that contains it ( Goat, 1991), in which parts are much more dynamic and emphatic as 'Here Comes Dudley ' or 'Mouth Breather ', but it is still an issue shell of the mother. It is possibly the most deliberately provocative text Yow and who best exemplifies the extremity of his lyrics for those who do not know it thoroughly. A great follower of the school of lyrical depravity may have opened Genesis P-Orridge but has roots back to antediluvian bluesman as Skip James , Yow signaled the beginning of his career to be more an admirer of Birthday Party, too ugly and lacking in glamor Gothic for the American Nick Cave but crazy enough to back performances his band Scratch Acid violence ceremonies of truly scenic and Texan enough to give your psychotic rants an authenticity that the Australian leader of the Bad Seeds could never give their raids blues. In his work on Jesus Lizard, Yow moved away each time his (outdated) influence of Cave and moved closer to the work of two of the best writers who have passed through the culture of rock: Don Van Vliet and Mark E. Smith, who added a touch of avant-garde violence pure Southern blues and much of North American uneducated dirt horrible. His lyrics are often as small vignettes abusive preacher psychotic delirium tremens dam , uncontrolled hatred that can not be sedated by liters of cheap grain alcohol, hatred which from time to time gaps strange lucidity shine upon which shines almost martial discipline of music.
Compared to the texts of their most brilliant songs like ' Gladiator', 'Fly on the wall ' or ' Glamorous', 'Lady Shoes' is simple and obvious in its intentions to grand guignol , juxtaposition of opposites, of kindness and repulsion, but its effectiveness is less clear that it is worth select before others. Everything is present in a few lines: ejections, gore, refining, family, sex, madness ... There is no justification whatsoever for this little fable psychopath, this circus of horrors hardcore fetish encompassed under the label of "lady shoes."
Maybe you can argue that their game of provocation, nurses crushing babies' skulls with a hammer was seen a bit more in 1991 when the song was released. At the end of the infamous "Slug Bait 'had been made about fifteen years ago. But there is something totally own Yow and can consider condensed ars poetic verse, which is the pride final phrase: the hotel manager lipstick on a turd. A complete set of violations to John Waters or Viennese Aktion Theatre would have been happy to get coprophagy, or shit, and leave it as a stink against the universe, Yow, who is at heart a formalist , educated and aware of the tradition that is falling apart, it gives an aesthetic orientation and as such moral guidance. That is, does not eat the turd, uses it as lipstick. And in this small abject aesthetic originality is where you see the hand of a special talent of the mechanical eye that sees the beauty in everything, in the deepest revulsion and at midnight on madness. It is no coincidence that the song ends with this verse, that is what is in some ways Jesus Lizard: an intention to trim made with the most infamous of materials from waste. No, David Yow was not your poster-boy gothic, your Lord Byron junkie romantic sacrifice in public, you pretentious asshole who recites analogies between your, or your, anemia and skin mole. David Yow was and is an artist of the twentieth century. An artist Texan, the Lone Star state. The star will black hole. Today
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