Archive for January, 2008

PARNEY – Ya Khochu Kogo Khotet Nelzya.

January 30, 2008

This three-song CD-R demo by St. Petersburg band PARNEY has been perhaps the most pleasant local discovery for me in the last few weeks. Fronted by the avid Morrissey fan Dima Darin (come to think of it, the name sounds like that of someone from the Larry Parnes stable) and featuring guitar, backing vocals and vibes by WINE’s Alexei Winer, this is, like, guitar pop with all the right influences and the typically downbeat lyrics referencing unhappy lurve, Moloko club and listening to records.

1. Ya Khochu Kogo Khotet Nelzya (I Want The One That Can’t Be Wanted)

2. Vot Razvlecheniye (That’s Entertainment – by The Jam, lyrics translated by Darin, arranged by Parney)

3. Tretiy Raz Podryad (Third Time In A Row)

http://parney.ifolder.ru/4037203

Links:
http://parney.narod.ru/

http://myspace.com/parneymusic

PIĈISMO – Esperantocore highlights.

January 19, 2008

I think Ukrainian hardcore scene isn’t very large or terribly interesting yet. I quite like the Rivne-based crust band ZALUPA (too bad they’ve split up), but the really crazy diamond there is PIĈISMO (or PICHISMO). Formed in 1993, they claim the title of the world’s first Esperantocore band. There were some punk songs in Esperanto before them but there wasn’t a whole band. With time, the band had diversified its approach and started using Ido, Volapük, Klingon and numerous other invented languages. The sound has grown quite as diverse, and various releases reflect the interest of the band’s leader Gleb Maltsev in noise, electronica, grindcore etc. He didn’t get stuck in his South Ukrainian hometown of Tsyurupinsk for very long, and various versions of the band existed in Lithuania, Poland, Russia, Belarus and Latvia. Gleb’s now living in Kaunas, Lithuania, and gigs and records fairly often.
PIĈISMO is fairly prolific, as I’d mentioned. Just the tip of the iceberg, there you go.

“Ankoraŭ Unu Freneza Kanzono” live at Teen Wave festival in Yevpatoriya, Crimea, August 1994. Frenzied song this is, indeed. By the way, ta to Alex Volkov for making this available.

I like their first four albums the most:

“Subita Merdo” (1993; raw punk in Esperanto, original Ukrainian lineup, 4 songs released on a Darbouka Records 7″)

“Buĥtismo” (1994-1995; compilation of various punk / crust / noise recordings, various Ukrainian lineups)

“P.P.P.” (1997; crusty hardcore with members of Lithuanian band INVAZIJA)

“Esperantocore” (1998; also with INVAZIJA members)

I actually like early PIĈISMO enough to have released a tape covering their discography between 1993 and 1997. This post is a shameless plug innit?

http://www.myspace.com/pichismo
http://www.pichismo.narod.ru

P.S. E-punkoj, skribu min!

Gennady Bachinsky had died.

January 12, 2008

DEPUTAT BALTIKI 1991, Gena on the right

Russian radio and TV personality Gennady Bachinsky had died in a car crash in Kalyazin, Tver region, cca. 4 p.m. on January 12, aged 36. He left behind a wife and two children.

Gennady has played lead guitar in the Leningrad post punk band DEPUTAT BALTIKI (pictured, above; Gena is first on the left). After he quit in 1991, the band renamed itself CHIMERA. Bachinsky has remained involved in the band’s affairs as something of a manager. He also played bass on their 1994 European tour with STEINE FUER DEN FRIEDEN from Switzerland. He also played in MASHA I MEDVED, a project featuring CHIMERA members. He collaborated with Seva Gakkel, former AQUARIUM cello player who replaced him as a CHIMERA manager, on a CHIMERA cover that featured on a recent tribute compilation (“Totalny Dzhaz”, tape, Karma Mira / Outcry).

Bachinsky’s early 1990s activities have played a crucial role in hooking up St. Petersburg punks with DIY activists in Europe. He had distributed tapes by the likes of ACTIVE MINDS, HEALTH HAZARD, KITCHENER etc., and played them in his radio show on Radio Katyusha. His label Abdylda Records has released a couple of tapes by CHIMERA.

In St. Petersburg Bachinsky has worked on radio stations Polis, Katyusha and Modern. In 1997 he started a partnership with Sergei Stillavin. In 2001 “The Morning Show by Bachinsky & Stillavin” has moved to Moscow – Russkoye Radio, then Radio Maximum. In April 2007 the program was given a Radiomaniya-2007 award for Best Morning Show. For the last 6 months he worked on Radio Mayak co-hosting a morning show with Stillavin. He also worked as chief producer of radio directorate of the State TV and Radio Company (VGTRK).

Videos by DEPUTAT BALTIKI and CHIMERA featuring Gennady Bachinsky:

http://total-jazz.livejournal.com/126089.html

TRY THE BONE – Live at Zoccolo & Griboyedov.

January 11, 2008

TRY THE BONE are one of my favourite local bands. This video by the ever adorable Alex Volkov catches the last couple of minutes of their recent gig with NOLA at Zoccolo. The singer / guitarist Katya was sick so they played an all-instrumental set. Thankfully, the archives also hold a live recording of a few songs from Griboyedov club from Summer 2007, engineered by Den (PTVP, SVK, 188910). I really do hope that TRY THE BONE would overcome their shyness and do a studio recording.

TRY THE BONE – live at Griboyedov, Summer 2007:

http://www.sendspace.com/file/5t17xb

or

http://ifolder.ru/4898778

BRUD KROU – 2007 Demo.

January 10, 2008

BRUD KROU

BRUD KROU (Belarussian for “mud blood”, not an HP reference as far as I know) is yet another personal favourite from Belarus. Not so much for subtle poetry but rather for sheer brutality. They’ve had heaps of lineup changes, and this demo from October 2007 is the only recording of their 2nd lineup (Misha (ex-LAMANT) on drums, Lanch (ex-APPLESHOUT) on bass and vocals, Gorb on guitar and Yulya on vocals).

Three songs, two minutes, there you go.

1. Molchaniye (Silence)

2. Reaktsiya (Reaction)

3. Resheniye (Decision)

Download:

http://www.sendspace.com/file/k5q09f

or

http://ifolder.ru/4884989


http://www.myspace.com/brudkrou

NOLA – “Let There Shine” live in St. Petersburg Jan. 8, 2008.

January 9, 2008

Well, a big hearty thank you once again goes to Alex Volkov who filmed last night’s gig at Zoccolo club in St. Petersburg. It featured locals TRY THE BONE and ARTTESTER as well as a rare appearance by veteran Moscow indie band NOLA (at various times also known as ENOLA).

DEVIATION – “Ustup”

January 7, 2008

OK, I’m back from Belarus.

One of the highlights has been seeing the country’s oldest anarchist punk band, DEVIATION, in their hometown of Hrodna – at the (kinda) legendary “Shit Sound Shock Club” at that! It’s actually just a garage, but crammed full of a few dozen punks it did feel like the total overthrow of the system is due tomorrow or the day after tomorrow. At least according to the band’s singer Stas Poczobut. They only had time for a couple of new songs, one of which was a Belarussian-language version of “Your Dad’s A Fascist” by 1980s Leningrad new wave band TELEVIZOR. The additional joke is that Belarussian president Lukashenka is commonly referred to as “Dad.” The rest were tried and true hits that everyone sang along to. Not only DEVIATION has pretty catchy tunes – particularly when they hit the folk-punk stride – but the lyrics are, if you ask for my opinion, among the best ever in the ex-USSR anarcho scene.

The band had recorded three full-length tapes. Their first – “Lukaschenko Uber Alles” – was reissued in Poland as a split tape with fellow Hrodna folk-punkers KALIYAN. Four songs off of the second one, “Khui Vam, Abo Tatalitaryzm Nya Proidze!” (“Fuck You, or, Totalitarianism Shall Not Pass!”), were released in France as a mini-CD. Their last one yet, “Guerrilla Urbana,” was also issued on CDR.

DEVIATION in St. Petersburg, 2003.

You can download all the songs here: http://www.375crew.org/forum/index.php?option=com_vfm&Itemid=90&dir=deviation

I’d recommend first checking out “Police Terror (To Kill A Cop)”, “Fuck You!” and “Guerrilla Urbana” to get some flavour of each respective album.

And to get some idea of what the lyrics are about, “Ustup” (“Introduction”) from “Guerrilla Urbana” goes like this (my knowledge of Belarussian is shaky at best, so I used Russian translation for backing):

They have a ball there. Tail-coats, all you can eat, expensive dresses. They shoot. The champagne corks fly up. There’s an echo for every banging sound. The echo is machine gun shots at the rebels’ villages. For justice, freedom, independence. Sand falls on the coffins in Kurdistan. The dream of freedom burns like a man in Tibet, and same old Mao grins from posters. Hope that the life is better somewhere else. Belief and certainty in the victory of good over evil. And Ulrike falls asleep with a cigarette in her hand. This is her last night of freedom. The state is a group of people surrounded by barbed wire. All the troubles, as usual, are blamed on “strangers,” but it’s very seldom that I feel one of our own. Red cord goes to the detonating fuse, green one goes to the alarm-clock. After the work, consume and puke and wipe your mouth with a Fidel Castro portrait. Che Guevara TM. Thrown-up Karl Marx. Totalitarian love somewhere between perversion and farce. One more drop and it would be too much. The capital city greets us with a colonial McDonald’s. Whenever you drink your bloody Coca-Cola, remember the mid-1980s and the unemployed Filipinos. The drunken guerilla. The revolution hasn’t succeeded once again. Yet another Carlos Marighella dies of OD. Is that what it’s worth fighting for? Is this a struggle or just pomposity and fucking pose? The grey masses that flow towards factories in the morning. Yet another celebration of intolerance on Friday night. Parasitic love for workers from those who have never worked is opposed by the proletarian ghetto’s inhabitants’ desire to turn bourgeois. The celebration as ordered by the president and the national congress. Everybody should have fun tomorrow between 6 p.m. and midnight! The money stolen from our purses again go to pay salaries for the KGB and police. A phone conversation. The Committee has bugged us again. Yet another mark on the margins in the personal dossier. The desires that bring to life a clenched fist grow wings and fly away with time. The sighs about May ’68 in Paris. Lamentation of a pessimist: “We’re never gonna have it like this.” We’re not! If we’d keep sitting around in the kitchen. Until the courage returns, nothing’s gonna happen! For freedom, equality, brotherhood! The choice is yours. To be with us, not to participate or to be against us. For tolerance, independence, sisterhood! The World War Four had started!!!

http://deviation.nashe.name/