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Fetish, vomit-inducing, dirty (in every sense), violent, macabre, bastard, crazy, but above all free.
G.G. Allin in question has all these qualities, and even more, a real mess in short; but the most considered reflection I can make is that he is still a free man to do whatever he wants, including defecating on stage. He is the craziest artist I have ever seen, everyone else would fall in comparison to him.
Musically, he is the pure essence of the dirty doctrine of punk, the most hardcore type, to be clear. The "songs" (almost always two minutes at most if not less) are poorly recorded, dirty and out of tune: 3 or 4 chords at most. Following the character, you won't be able to resist checking out his live video clips, which will leave you astonished (due to the unbelievable filth shown).
I did even more: I have some guts so I bought the posthumous biopic "Hated" online, to understand more. It arrives to me from distant America.
The most "amusing" piece occurs when he, GG, goes to a university for a live performance: he does a kind of game to entertain the students present (very Yale style). So he pulls out a banana (I should mention he's always in his underwear during his concerts), peels it, and puts it there, among the students' delightful astonishment, which makes them vomit or almost. Then he extracts it from the orifice, with the smells and tastes you can imagine, and throws the pieces of this now-dead banana at the terrified fleeing audience. Incredible (like Piccinini)! This is an anecdote learned from the documentary, but there are many others that you won't regret (like fellatio with human or animal audiences, self-mutilation with cans and mics, etc., etc...).
Musically in my opinion it's not bad (in the end, being hardcore, you know how it is), there is a clear metamorphosis between the debut "Live Fast, Die Fast" and the more recent "Outlaw Scumfuc." Of the CD, the most noteworthy is "Bite It, You Scum" which, in my opinion, is the smash hit: the classic that comes to mind (for me) when talking (almost never) about him. The rest are little songs ("little" because they last so short) that better focus on the character, and the brother Merle, visually amusing, on bass. Over time and with some research, I have learned to "care for him" and elevate him as a personal idol: such extreme, eclectic, but above all free characters, I admire.
Although it’s obvious that no one dreams of becoming like him, also because it would be impossible.
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