At the hospital ER today some angry dude walked out of the waiting room and up to the nurse at the triage desk:
“I've been here for 25 minutes! How long is this going to take? ____ is not feeling any better!!”.
The nurse, who was very nicely helping us check in, and had helped the dozen or so others there, turned off the smile and just looked at him... dead pan stare… and said.
"Yes?”
Angry-dude said some other stuff, then turned around and went back to the w…
The Angry Samoans – “Inside My Brain” (1980)
US pressing on Bad Trip Records
12", 45 RPM
Certainly in my top 5 punk bands. They were a great representation of the punk ethos of their time. Angry, snotty, divisive, offensive, and raw.
Lots of infighting with the scene, best demonstrated by their diss track about Rodney Biggenheimer.
Lee Ving is alleged to have produced this album but asked not to have his name credited because of “Get Off The Air”.
I…
Was ist nur aus Mola Adebisi geworden..
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The Angry Samoans – “Inside My Brain” (1980)
US pressing on Bad Trip Records
12", 45 RPM
Certainly in my top 5 punk bands. They were a great representation of the punk ethos of their time. Angry, snotty, divisive, offensive, and raw.
Lots of infighting with the scene, best demonstrated by their diss track about Rodney Biggenheimer.
Lee Ving is alleged to have produced this album but asked not to have his name credited because of “Get Off The Air”.
I…
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Another #gigstory, or maybe more accurately, a #bandstory. Just after I graduated high school in 1975 I passed the audition for my first serious band. It was bass, drums, me on guitar, and two singers. One of the singers was what I suppose you’d call a wildman. Think Jack Black but angry…
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Another #gigstory, or maybe more accurately, a #bandstory. Just after I graduated high school in 1975 I passed the audition for my first serious band. It was bass, drums, me on guitar, and two singers. One of the singers was what I suppose you’d call a wildman. Think Jack Black but angry…