Austin Fanzine Project

Grifters/Fluffy Kitty split 7" (Cherry Smash Dildozer b/w I Had *Disclaimer- I've only heard this record two and a half times (Grifters x 3, FK x 2)... The Grifters cut is a good, solid specimen, but contrary to what I expected, the Fluffy Kitty cut is the one that really intrigues me. I had never heard of FK before I got this record, but they have really drawn me in and just yesterday I sent off for more info. I am anxiously awaiting some excellent mailbox candy. A note to the aesthetes: Comes with a neato hand screened sleeve.

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Big Drag 7" (Unclean) Gotta Let Me Go b/w I'm a Lonesome Fugitive God, and I said the Hormones single was catchy. The a-side is sweet, sweet stuff, and they show their country roots on the b-side. I guess it'll hold me till their full-length record comes out.

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Satans 7" EP (EV Records) Get Off My Back & Ain't Gotta Choose b/w (I Can) Only Give You Everything & Run Motherfucker *It's hard to believe this record really exists, but believe it, baby. People listen to this record everytime right before they say "scorchin'." If you don't have a garage, but you want to feel like you're in one (for some reason), get this record- it really works. Oh, and send some shit (and I mean shit) to your favorite Satan c/o the Satans Fan Club.

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EV Records PO Box 49984 Austin, TX 78765

Satans Fan Club PO Box 7635 Austin, TX 78713

Cherry Smash Records 3322 Mentone Ave. #6 Los Angeles, CA 90034

Sub Pop Records 1932 First Ave. Suite 1103 Seattle, WA 98101

Unclean Records PO Box 49737 Austin, TX 78765

Little Deputy Records PO Box 7066 Austin, TX 78713-7066

Sympathy For the Record Industry 4901 Virginia St. Long Beach, CA 90805

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Our friends from Columbia, Missouri arrived around 7 pm and we all headed down to Ellen's Soul Food for the best friend chicken I've ever had (besides my mommy's of course). Then, with out bellies so full we could hardly more, we headed down to Barrister's for the first night of the Dixie Fried Backalley Brawl. Amazingly, we ran into [Casey]] of Make Room fanzine fame, another proud Texan who had journeyed north to worship at the garage rock altar.

The entrance to Barrister's is on an alley, which makes it easy to take a between-band breather with beer in hand. Memphis seemed to have a lot of unenforced laws and the open-contained law was one of the, (Another curious Memphian alcohol law is that you can't sell a container of beer larger than 38 oz- that's right, folks... no 40s.)

Inside testosterone surged through the air. An ancient big-screen TV was showing clips from early 60s-ish sexploitation films. People were shooting pool, buying records from the merch table and drinking beer. The crowd was much livelier than the typical Austin crowd, and there were a lot more girls out!

The first band was the Hate Bombs, a classic 60s-style garage band who played more songs about girls than any other band I've ever seen. Everyone in the band sings lead except the bassist who, incidentally, bears a striking resemblance to a young Elvis. I thoroughly enjoyed this set. Next up was AMF (which stands for many things, including Adolescent Music Fantasy). Their drummer, Ross Johnson, who emceed the whole event (and who had played with Panther Burns, Gibson Brothers, Alex Chilton and Pink Slip Daddy) kept demanding that the proprietor "play more nekkid movies." AMF took it slow and easy (they were self-proclaimed "middle-aged, over-weight rock'n'rollers") and they played mostly covers, but there were fine choices like "Drunk Again," "Theme From A Summer Place," and "I Walked With the Zombies." '68 Comeback (or rather Jeff Evans + the Oblivians) was next. Not being familiar with Jeff's stuff, I didn't know what to expect, but I was very pleased with their set.

Then came the Oblivians. I'd only seen them once before (at that horribly ill-attended Thanksgiving-night show at Emo's) and I had almost forgotten how great their show are. I was speechless. Luckily we got some of it on tape, including most of "Motorcycle Leather Boy" as sung very