Cassettes have made a mini revival as a bedroom musician’s medium of choice. Better than Cd-Rs, which feel cheap and somewhat of a ripoff, cassettes just have more class. Nothing worse than ordering a CD and it shows up as some lame CD-R from Staples with a label maker special on the top.

I always felt having a cassette of an available album was like paper money without the gold backing (my same beef with MP3s). Never one to buy an album on tape but i loved getting unreleased gems handed to me in that little plastic package. The only cassettes that survived my moves were the ones that friends have made for me of their bands. So i decided to to rip a few of these dusty, hissy fits and put them up for you to enjoy (and for me to rub in your face)

Prepare your feeble brain for a PUFFTUBE resurrection. After years of (supposed) silence The Tube is finally ready hop outta his candy coffin and plant anti-personnel mines in yr cochlea.
While the rest of the indie/undie world was hopped up on piss poor cle. crap, Pufftube was still cooking up unfathomable sounds. A little know fact: yours unruly is officially the unofficial Pufftube archivist. I have tapes and tapes of cloistered clandestine jams that were being made
during those quiet years. What i have here are 2 rare as fuck tracks from the immediate post “Emergency Peanut” era.


In the mid 80s, Kent was the ugly autistic/artistic sister to Cleveland’s loud and lumbering big brother. More art damaged and twice as fucked, Kent bands didn’t so much kick ass as kill brain cells. THE RAGGED BAGS were one the more “put together” groups of the time (and that is not saying much at all) and one of the least documented. I am not going to front and say i know a hell of a lot about them. These tracks from a cassette that one of their more (in)famous drummers made me explain them the best.


The LAUGHING HYENAS were just flat out devastating (well up until da’ blues took over). Live they could make you black and blue from the inside out and their first 3 releases are still essential American primal scream therapy. One of my most prized possessions is a tape with their rarely/never heard 4 track and 16 track demos from late summer ’86. These sessions were done with their original line up that include Mike Danner (the guy that hooked me up and one of the funniest MFers this planet has ever known) on drums. These 2 cuts are 4 track demos done in a basement in August ’86.




Why must i have to hear 23 yr old stoners tell me about PSYCH? That term should be resting on a shelf next to PUNK, INDUSTRIAL and AGGRO. What does it even mean anymore? It’s applied to everything. Shit, i heard “Reggatta de Blanc” referred to as “The Police’s ‘What A Bunch Of Sweeties’ “.

It’s getting to the point where i rather go see a ska band because at least i won’t have some shaggy headed dip shit approaching me and talking my ear off about French Psych bands from 1972. Let’s face it… if you are in a band and you refer to said band with the P word chances are pretty high that you flat out suck a bag of fuck sticks. It’s a catch all term that can instantly give you an easy pass from being a totally crappy band. “The guitars sound like a baby playing with a squeaky door” OH, IT’S PSYCH! Are those drums or marbles in a dryer?” OH, IT’S PSYCH! “Did he just sing something about a minotaur drinking mead?” OH, IT’S….

Not to just bitch, i offer a simple solution to this horse shit… just stop calling bands and songs and albums PSYCH. Cold turkey stop. Try using the terms _______ ROCK. You don’t have to pigeon hole your music or play to current (retro) trends. Make your own noise and let it speak for itself and while your at it stop downloading from those fucking prog blogs (and calling it psych).



Since i talk so much shit, i figured i should at least spread it out. Basically this is just another opinionated music blog but i’m right about everything.