
(Keith Morris explains mainstream suck-i-tude to another hostage….)
Keeping with my lovely town’s tradition of either missing good documentary service (the theater monopoly/situation/chokehold in Memphis is an infuriating but boring saga), we were treated to one week of American Hardcore. Having read the book, I knew what I was getting into: 90% irritating, pathetic, burned-out, WAY out-of-touch interviewees and the expected deficiency of certain bands/subjects. Having said that, if you haven’t seen it…do so. It hits DVD land on Thursday. Please use and enjoy my handy rundown:
*For his interview setting, H.R. crashes a wedding, but none of the participants seem aware of this.
*Keith Morris has a nice backyard, pool, and an eight-foot beaver tail dread to go along with his cutting edge opinions about Journey and disco.
*Mr. Hank “I’ll Sleep When I’m Dead” Rollins delivers one of the movie’s great punchlines re: SoCal high school jocks that “found hardcore.”
*Moby
*Mugger steals the entire show. AND he proves that SST at least paid SOMEONE.
*Expert driver Watt has lost some weight.
*Gang Green’s crossover was the funniest of all crossovers.
*SSD’s was not.
*Kira was a C-U-T-I-E!!
*NYC Hardcore: Bad then. Bad then. Bad then. Bad then. Bad now.
*Quick! Which one chose NOT to be interviewed in front of their record collection?!?!
*Greg Ginn: Nice couch.
*The guy from the Cro-Mags: Is that a visiting area?
*Watt: Drive!! Someone’s behind you!!!
*Alternate Title: The Bad Brains Story.
*The Nig-Heist: Yes, they had some real balls.