That he am.
I don't know any of the bands listed above, but I do like some of the Viletones' stuff. This is probably worth a listen. No Dishrags? Or weren't they from Toronto I can't remember.
― Colonel Poo, Friday, 23 May 2008 14:23 (eighteen years ago)
ten years pass...
Saw this for the first time tonight, an expanded version (The Last Pogo Jumps Again, almost three hours) that came out a few years ago. The original footage is mixed in with lots of recent interview footage and a scattershot retelling of the whole era.
I missed that era by two or three years: like any true small-town kid, I discovered punk in 1979 and started seeing second- and third-hand version of some of these bands. Documentaries that try to capture a moment are probably all more or less a lie--people exaggerate, they forget, they're out to settle scores--and, because life continues on past that moment, they're also almost always a little depressing. This throws in some requisite Canadian self-deprecation and identity issues, as people try to figure out why these bands never broke out of Toronto.(Teenage Head and the Diodes did, to a degree.) I thought the smartest commentary came from Ralph Alfonso, Cynthia Ross, John Hamilton, and the guy from the Mods who ended up as an entertainment lawyer. Steven Leckie's self-aggrandizing meandering was met with lots of derision. (Speaking of scores to settle, a certain part of the three-quarters full theatre seemed to have first-hand involvement with the story; there was lots of annoying talking back to the screen, which thankfully I could block out because they had the volume sufficiently loud.)
Song I should've known but didn't: the Curse's "Shoeshine Boy," about the 1977 murder of Emanuel Jaques.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aePvH1T77uw
― clemenza, Sunday, 2 December 2018 06:57 (seven years ago)