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Rating: When I started thinking about a review about GG Allin, I searched the internet for material to better understand the character. I found this interview, and below I quote some excerpts:
Question: How does it make you feel to know that people now come to see your concerts more than for your music because you're a curiosity or an attraction?
GG Allin: Well, after the first 5-10 minutes, let's see who the hell is still there. Curiosity can kill. If, for some reason, more people show up, there'll only be more blood and more people caught in the crossfire of my real war.
Q: Which consists of what?
GG: Destroying Rock'n'Roll. Killing cheap bands and conformists. Murdering the industry and bringing danger and fear back into people's hearts. No limits, no laws.
Q: Is there anything you've learned from prison?
GG : Yes, to be a better criminal and not get caught.
Q: You just said that dying (via suicide) would be the ultimate high. What excites you these days?
GG: Danger, living fast, breaking the law, hookers, getting drunk, the street, drinking pee and blood, masturbating, fighting, eating crap...
Given these premises, the cult surrounding GG Allin (with fan gatherings and tribute albums!) is something hard to explain. Violent, vulgar, excessive: all the clichés of rock (drugs, alcohol, self-destruction, sex, not very friendly relations with law enforcement) were brought to the extreme by GG Allin. Even less known - and no less surprising - is the fact that the elite of the American underground scene (from J Mascis to Thurston Moore, from Dee Dee Ramone to Wayne Kramer) collaborated with GG Allin on multiple occasions and with various social reasons (with unserious yet hilarious names: The Cedar Street Sluts, the Texas Nazis, the AIDS Brigade, the Scumfuc, Antiseen, New York Superscum, and the Murder Junkies with his brother Merle on bass). GG Allin will be remembered not so much for the music he produced, but for his live performances, probably the most shocking ever in rock: the least that could happen on stage was a brawl with the audience, leading to defecation, drug injections, self-mutilation: think of anything, and he had already done it. The endless episodes connected to his concerts (which for decency are preferably not mentioned) make various Iggy Pop and Jim Morrison pale in comparison.
Just like his life, even GG Allin's discography is a disordered jumble of recordings almost always published only on cassette (or at most on vinyl) and massively reissued on CD after his death, which occurred in 1993 due to an overdose. The advice for a newbie wishing to venture into such lowlands is to start with this collection, the CD version of a cassette released by ROIR in 1988, in which some of his most famous, or rather, infamous songs can be found: I Wanna Fuck Myself (covered by none other than Faith No More), the programmatic manifesto of Drink, Fight And Fuck, the anthem Sluts In The City, the rough Tough Fuckin' Shit, all for a rotten punk, made of two/three chords, poorly recorded.
Just to conclude beautifully, here are a couple of final considerations, always from the same interview:
Question: What kind of music do you listen to?
GG Allin: I hate everything. I listen to myself or anything else people send me in the mail. I don't buy records.
Q: Why should people listen to you?
GG: Because my work is true, brutal, and honest. My music reflects true horror - what we all know. My music is wild, violent, and angry, just like I feel inside. My shows are a completely primal assault, which will never be tamed, and no one else can do it in the f---ing way I do.
Tracklist and Lyrics
03 GG's Phone Machine / Blood for You / Hard Candy Cock / Eat My Shit / Scum Fuck Tradition (14:10)
05 Needle Up My Cock (03:43)
Well, I never had VD on my PP Hope your pissed 'cause I'm really drippy - Yes I do Pulled out my burning pecker and out came the puss Though it hurt, but I was devoured by lust - Oh, what a fuck Needle up my cock, and I can't get fucked Needle up my cock, what fucking luck, fucking luck, what fucking luck Got it from her, and I'll give it to you Bring along your sister, 'cause that will make us two 'Cause she's got the crabs, and I want 'em too Pulled out my pecker, girl, I'm gonna slide into you Needle up my, yea, yea, needle up your ass I wanna, I wanna stick it in, yea Needle up my cock, and I can't get fucked Needle up my cock, I can't, I can't get fucked, can't get fucked Get that fucking needle out of my cock It hurts so much, but I was devoured by lust I like to get fucked Needle up my cock, and I can't get fucked Needle up my cock, what fucking luck Needle up my cock, and I, I can't get fucked Needle up my cock, what, what fucking luck I got it from her, and I'll give that shit to you I don't need my pecker running with puss or goo I just got VD, didn't know what you had I knew it smelled like shit, but I, I had to try my best Needle up my cock, what I got from you That's all you gave me, bitch, and I don't fuck you Needle up my cock, and I can't get fucked no more Needle up my cock, 'cause I fucked some, fuck some whore She's a fucking whore
06 Sluts in the City (03:57)
So we're gonna die young, 'cause we're tough And we don't ever need anybody We might stink, but we're strong And we don't give a fuck about anyone Oh sluts in the city, walk like me Oh sluts in the city, talk like me We're the sluts in the city, I'm a bitch I'm a sleazy whore Well, uptown, downtown, all around You see, on Cedar Street, where sluts and I will be We're all out there, looking for a thrill We got money, but we don't care We get in trouble for the things we wear We don't fit in, they're always closing doors We get kicked around by everyone, outsiders looking in We're the Cedar Street sluts, and we hate everyone Oh sluts in the city, walk like me Oh sluts in the city, talk like me Oh sluts in the city, I'm a bitch and I'm a sleazy whore Oh sluts in the city, walk like me Oh sluts in the city, talk like me Oh sluts in the city, I'm a bitch I'm a sleazy whore East side, west side, suicide I beat my dick for kicks, I wanna get so high A cheap bottle of brandy, a joint, or a bottle of wine Hey what's the matter? Well I'm fucking pissed I'm all fucked up, but it's such a blast Because I'm drunk in generation x Got a barbed wire fence wrapped around my neck Outsiders looking in, we're the sluts, and we hate everyone Oh sluts in the city, walk like me Oh sluts in the city, talk like me Oh sluts in the city, I'm a bitch I'm a sleazy whore Oh sluts in the city, walk like me Oh sluts in the city, talk like me Oh sluts in the city, I'm a bitch I'm a sleazy whore Yea, we're gonna die young, 'cause we're tough And we don't really need We might stink, but we're strong enough And we don't give a fuck about anyone Oh sluts in the city, walk like me Oh sluts in the city, talk like me I'm a slut in the city, I'm a bitch I'm a sleazy whore I'm an animal creeping in the night A sick perverted thing in the sewer pipe In the concrete jungle, when walls cave in 'Cause sluts in the city rule, OK, outsiders looking in Well, we're the sluts, and we hate everyone Oh sluts in the city, walk like me Oh sluts in the city, talk like me Oh sluts in the city, I'm a bitch I'm a sleazy whore Oh sluts in the city, walk like me Oh sluts in the city, talk like me Oh sluts in the city, I'm a bitch I'm a sleazy whore
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Fetish, vomit-inducing, dirty (in every sense), violent, macabre, bastard, crazy, but above all free.
He is the craziest artist I have ever seen, everyone else would fall in comparison to him.
