History Joose Is The Bastard
posted by May 20 at 17:44 PMon
Ignoring the prevailing conventional wisdom here on LineOut, I took my maiden voyage on the sugary seas of Joose this weekend. Having salvaged a couple of dollars in change from the floor of my van, Joose promised the most booze bang for the buck, and seemed the most appropriate choice of malt liquor for earnings garnered from the moldy upholstery of a band van. The verdict: this is not a beverage to fuck around with. The resulting hangover was crippling. My pee was fluorescent. And according to the call log on my phone, I felt inclined to give my landlord a ring at an undignified hour while under Jooseís alcohol/taurine/caffeine/sugar spell. Oops.
The experience did have one positive outcome: it prompted the drunken epiphany that Bay Area art-sludge behemoth Man Is The Bastard might be one of the most fascinating contributors to the Ď90s underground extreme music community. I credit the combination of cheap alcohol and caffeine for unlocking the mystery of the Bastard. While Iíve enjoyed the bass guitar-driven power-violence group for well over a decade, I found a new appreciation for their unique punk/jazz/noise hybrid after one of their tracks popped up on my iPod during the late-night Joose-fueled walk home from a friendís barbecue. The odd time signatures, low-end rumble, bellowed vocals, and occasional bouts of fret board acrobatics seem perfectly geared towards this particular breed of intoxication. No wonder the band had such a prominent presence in the 924 Gilman gutter punk scene of the previous decade: Iím sure a good chunk of their audience was balancing a similar booze and speed buzz.
With my interest in the band rekindled, I did a quick online video search and found a trailer for a Man Is The Bastard documentary. Itís at least two years old, and I havenít had any luck tracking down any updates on the project.
If anyone has any knowledge regarding the status of the film, Iíd love a heads up. And if anyone saw me vigorously air-drumming as I stumbled up East John late Sunday night, please donít judge me.