In February of 2017, I’m going stop writing for I’ve done the Mike Check column for them since February of 2007, and I think it’s time to step away.

It’s been a helluva lot of fun and I’ve heard so much music and seen so many shows. I’m grateful Scott let me come aboard.

After a decade, I’m not sure what else there is to say. Thanks to everyone that stopped by and read my rants.

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Battalion of Saints – Fighting Boys


Battalion of Saints
Fighting Boys 12” EP
1982 – Nutron Records

George Anthony – Vocals
Chris Smith – Guitar
James Cooper – Bass
Ted Olsen – Drums

1 – E/B 1:11
2 – Fighting Boys 1:43
3 – Modern Day Heroes 1:13
4 – (I’m Wanna) Make You Scream 2:28

I remember the exact moment that I first found out about Battalion of Saints, it was when I picked up Flipside number 31, the Spring 1982 issue. I would do my usual flip-through, then go back, and read whatever caught my eye. I would start flipping through, and it was there on page eleven, staring back at me was some of the coolest artwork, punk or otherwise, that I had ever seen! This guy “Mad” Marc Rude had taken every cool art element, comic book, graffiti, and thrown it all together into one cool-ass piece of work. It reminded me, a bit, of the Bernie Wrightson art from the early 1970’s Swamp Thing comics, but a bit more dangerous.

Like most of my purchases back then, I made the trip down to Moby Disc in Sherman Oaks, CA to pick this one up. I know the saying goes “never judge a book by its cover,” but in this case . . . I did just that. I admit it, based solely on Marc Rude’s art I bought this! The packaging was incredibly slick, there was also a poster inside, and they really went all out. The band only pressed 2,000 copies of this EP.

What surprised me about them was, I later learned, was that they were from San Diego, but looked like they were a British band, like they may have grown up down the street from Discharge. At one point they had Capt. Scarlet play bass for them. Scarlet, who was from England, had played for the Exploited, and the U.K. Subs for a short time. From 1978 to 1981, they played under the name the Nutrons.

Something else that impressed me was, the singer, George Anthony’s tattoos, he had some really good-looking tattoos. Now, this was before the early 1990’s Mickey Rourke era tattoo explosion. One of his tattoos was a skull on a bible, and another was some kind of skeletal creature in a graveyard. Great looking.

I have to admit when I put the record on, back in 1981, I liked all of the songs right off. They had a definite wall of sound about them. But as I am writing this I’m re-listening to this for the first time in almost 20 years, I now think songs one, and three are pretty much filler tracks. They were typical of most of the music coming out at that time. There’s a lot of energy in these songs, but “(I’m Wanna) Make You Scream” is Battalion at their best. The guitar in this song is really infectious, and George Anthony’s vocals soar.

E/B, the first track, and the shortest track has a lot of energy, but the lyrics, like all of the tracks on this EP, were a bit weak. After listening to Bad Religion, and hearing the type of lyrics Greg Graffin was able to produce at the age of 16 is phenomenal. Graffin was able to make very socially conscious songs without compromising the sound, or quality of the song. Another notable lyrist was Darby Crash, he had an ability to write about things and have you understand, and be confused at the same time. E/B was done in kind of a British hardcore style, slipping between screaming, and a singsong type chorus. I have no idea what the title means. If you listened to any Hardcore in the early 80’s you probably heard these types of lyrics rehashed a few times. The lyric “Governments will try to make sure we have no private lives” is more relevant in this current administration, than ever before.

Fighting Boys, the second track, has a lot of energy in this song. The verses are so wordy, that at times it seems like George is rushing past the music to spit them out. After a few listens, the chorus hooks you:

“Fighting boys have no choice
But to Fight, Fight, Fight
Fighting boys go out in the streets
And go wild!”

Modern Day Heroes is probably the worst song on here. I understand what the plan was here. Like most of the British Hardcore bands of the time they were very socially and politically aware, so this is what Battalion was trying to do on this side of the pond, but because of the way it was written it comes off sounding very forced:

“Killers now are so drab
They’re modern day heroes
Killers are now heroes
Modern day heroes
Killers are now heroes.”

(I Wanna) Make You Scream, the longest song on the EP, music-wise this is also the best song. By the time you get to this track all the doom and gloom is a bit much. Having been a fan of this type of music for a little under forty years, I’m not saying I want a happy-go-lucky type track, but different groups of this time, like the Adolescents have given the negativity a break for a second and still were able to put out good tracks like Amoeba. Whether you liked Amoeba, or not, it was a fun track.

“I wanna make you scream
With his hands around your neck
I wanna make you scream
It’s a better world now that you’re dead.”

Like all hardcore music from this time, you have to be in the mood for certain bands. But this one is cool to own, throw it on when you’re driving or having a party. A short party, the EP is only 6:34 minutes. But by today’s standards, that’s 30 minutes of someone else’s music. The original EP is extremely rare, every once in a while a bootleg of this will pop up (one from Mexico came out years ago on green vinyl), and the music has been re-released on a CD called Death R Us, released in 1995. They also had three original songs on the BYO Records compilation “Someone Got Their Head Kicked In,” which was, also, released in 1982.

The original Battalion of Saints lineup put out the “Fighting Boys” 12″ EP, and the “Second Coming” LP, plus numerous compilation tracks. Most of this material has been re-released on the “Death-R-Us” CD available on Taang Records.

In 1984, Chris Smith the guitarist for Battalion of Saints died. The story was that he slipped in the bathtub, and cracked his head open, proceeding to drown. They actually had found him lying dead in the bathtub with syringes lying all over the place from shooting up heroin, and speed.

In 2002, Battalion of Saints reformed, the current line-up includes San Diego veterans Matt Anderson on bass, Scott Bartoloni on guitar, Steve “Gerabix” Gearhardt & Mario Rubalcaba sharing duties on drums, and Londis “TK” Kues also on guitar.

Rating: ** * two out of three stars

The standout cuts are: (I Wanna) Make You Scream and Fighting Boys.

If you can find it, give it a try.




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Safety In Numbers: My Journey with L.A. Punk Rock Gangs 1982-1992 by Adam Wilson


Safety In Numbers: My Journey with L.A. Punk Rock Gangs 1982-1992
Written by: Adam Wilson
December 17, 2016

I remember as a youngster going to shows and seeing big groups of, mostly, guys hanging out in a corner. And I’d look at them and wonder who they were and what their lives were like outside that particular venue. Big places like Devonshire Downs or even the Country Club where you’d have people from all over Southern California. A group of people huddled to the side, talking, laughing, sometimes mad-dogging other people, with a haze of clove cigarette smoke and the pungent smell of cheap beer. I never knew if these guys were a gang or just a group of friends.

Adam Wilson’s Safety In Numbers: My Journey with L.A. Punk Rock Gangs 1982-1992 answers so much of that. He and his group of friends that were often times both his friends and family were those guys at the shows. Good, bad or indifferent, they were a major part of the scene. They were the fans, the guys that kept the clubs filled.

The book while basically, about punk rock and gangs, covers so many topics, being the child of a Hollywood star, race or biracial issues, drugs and booze, love and death. While these topics could happen anywhere, and throughout the book, they do, it is a very Los Angeles story.

At any given time I have between ten to fifteen books on my nightstand, I’m always struggling to finish at least one. I got Safety In Numbers Saturday evening and I was done by Sunday evening. The book is two hundred and seventy-six pages, but you blow through it like it is ten pages.

I don’t know what Wilson’s future writing plans are, but I feel there definitely could be another book in this series. Additional information about his various friends, his actor father and where he is today.

The various sections/chapters have a very documentary feel to them. As if, each section is another episode. Safety In Numbers is a must read for people that were there and people that wish they were there.

I have been friends with Adam on Facebook for, at least, four years. During that time he would post sections of his book. Great stories of turmoil and sometimes violence. Over the years I would see many people claim that a certain story was from an upcoming book, but 99% of the time a book would never materialize. Not only did a book, in Adam’s case, materialize, I was honored to write his forward:


Punk rock has become a confusing thing. The majority of the world now views punk as a cool thing. The singer has neatly done black nails and the guitarist has applied a half a can of Aqua Net and still isn’t sure if his spike is just right.

Back in the early eighties in Los Angeles, Hardcore was our thing. It was morphing and changing daily, and so were the kids that were drawn to it. The Hollywood crowd, which was arty, kind of like Warhol’s Factory, was walking away from the “new” scene.
The new scene was younger, angrier and just plain didn’t give a shit. Adam guides you into the underbelly of Los Angeles’ Island of Misfit Toys. Gangs, crews, and tribes. Adam doesn’t take you by the hand for the tour; he snatches you by the back of the neck and drags you along.

Michael Essington, 2016

If you don’t own it, give it a read.

Rating: *** three out of three stars




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The Book of Rock Lists by Dave Marsh and Kevin Stein


Dave Marsh and Kevin Stein
The Book of Rock Lists
A Dell/Rolling Stone Press Book

I bought this book at a library sale about a year to a year and a half ago. I’d pack my four-year-old boy in the car and off we’d go. At this point everyone I know has been sent a book from one of these sales, my brother in San Diego has been sent a copy of A Million Little Pieces, and a few Hemmingway books, and my wife and son . . . I lost count. I have even sent my friend Jay a copy of Bukowski’s Post Office. At a buck a book, I can’t help myself.

Over the years I’ve, just about, bought every music book I’ve come across, from biographies on Ray Charles to Keith Moon, from Malcolm McLaren to Jimi Hendrix. So, when I was cruising the aisles at this book sale I came across this copy of The Book of Rock Lists by Dave Marsh, and Kevin Stein, I thought why not? A book like this fits into a category that a guy named Brian that I used to work with termed bathroom reading. He was a bartender from the Bay Area, and we ended up working for a porn company, more on that another time. Anyway, we were talking about reading Bukowski, and he said Bukowski was perfect bathroom reading, meaning leave it on the toilet tank and pick it up every time you’re in there and you’re never lost as to where you left off and it’s simple fast reading.

So, in a nutshell, The Book of Rock Lists is just that great bathroom reading. There were two punk related lists that I had to list here. The book was finished in 1980, but wasn’t published until 1981; with punk still in its infancy, there wasn’t much to be written. The writer, Dave Marsh was/is a writer for Rolling Stone and he’s best known for his many books on Springsteen, so his punk mentions are more tongue in cheek.

Here are the lists:


The chart positions for each single follow the date on which it first hit that slot.

1. “God Save The Queen,” The Sex Pistols, June 4, 1977 (4)
2. “Pretty Vacant,” The Sex Pistols, July 9, 1977 (6)
3. “Do Anything You Wanna Do,” Eddie and the Hot Rods, August 13, 1977 (9)
4. “Gary Gilmore’s Eyes,” The Adverts, September 27, 1977 (18)
5. “Holidays in the Sun,” The Sex Pistols, October 22, 1977 (8)
6. “Angels with Dirty Faces,” Sham 69, May 13, 1978 (19)
7. “My Way”/”No One Is Innocent,” The Sex Pistols with Ronald Biggs, July 8, 1978 (7)
8. “If The Kids Are United,” Sham 69, July 29, 1978 (9)
9. “Top of the Pops,” The Rezillos, August 12, 1978 (17)
10. “Hong Kong Garden,” Siouxsie and the Banshees, August 26, 1978 (7)
11. “Ever Fallen In Love,” The Buzzcocks, September 23, 1978 (12)
12. “Hurry Up Harry,” Sham 69, October 14, 1978 (10)
13. “Public Image,” Public Image LTD., October 21, 1978 (9)
14. “Germ Free Adolescence,” X-Ray Spex, November 4, 1978 (19)
15. “Tommy Gun,” The Clash, December 2, 1978 (20)

And now the second list:

Of Individuals – Bands Too Numerous to Mention

1. Stiv Bators (The Dead Boys)
2. Laura Logic (Essential Logic)
3. Tory Crimes (The Clash)
4. Lux Interior (The Cramps)
5. Johnny Rotten (The Sex Pistols)
6. Rat Scabies (The Damned)
7. Joe Strummer (The Clash)
8. Poly-Styrene (X-Ray Spex)
9. Ari Up (The Slits)
10. Sid Vicious (The Sex Pistols)

Now that I have given you the best parts, you may not need to pick the book up. Amazon lists it was revised and re-published in 1994, so these early punk lists may have been removed. It was a fun book.

For all you “punk scholars,” these are not my lists, so before you start freaking “you don’t know shit, Dr. Know from Bad Brains has the best punk name in the fucking world.” I didn’t make these up. So, put on your helmet and stop licking the glass on your small bus and enjoy the article.

If you don’t own it, give it a read.

Rating: ** * two out of three stars




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Black Flag – My War


Black Flag
My War
December 1984
SST Records
Producer: Greg Ginn, Spot, Bill Stevenson

1. My War (Dukowski) – 3:46
2. Can’t Decide (Ginn) – 5:22
3. Beat My Head Against the Wall (Ginn) – 2:34
4. I Love You (Dukowski) – 3:27
5. Forever Time (Ginn/Rollins) – 2:30
6. The Swinging Man (Ginn/Rollins) – 3:04
7. Nothing Left Inside (Ginn/Rollins) – 6:44
8. Three Nights (Ginn/Rollins) – 6:03
9. Scream (Ginn) – 6:52

My War is the second full-length album by Black Flag. It was released in 1984. A whole three years after Damaged. And I have to admit I didn’t buy it when it was first released. By the time it came out I was out of high school and going to trade school. I don’t think I bought anything punk for a better part of a decade.

Greg Ginn played bass in addition to guitar; Dale Nixon (credited for playing bass on the album) is a pseudonym that he would pull out whenever he didn’t want to use a bass player.

My War was released after a long period where the band could not release any albums due to a legal dispute with Unicorn Records.

The first six songs on the a-side of My War are similar to the material on 1981’s Damaged, but the three songs on the b-side proved that Black Flag was moving away from the band’s early, fast-paced material which is probably what go them so many youtube views. All songs on side B play at about half the pace of the band’s earlier material, each clocking in at over six minutes, and display a gloomy, ominous sound indebted to Black Sabbath. My War is generally cited as being a major influence on many bands in the sludge metal and grunge genres. Two of the songs featured on the album are solely written by Chuck Dukowski (“My War” and “I Love You”) though he was no longer a member of the band by this point and does not perform on the album.

The song My War was featured in the soundtrack of Grand Theft Auto V.

If you don’t own it, go and buy it, stop reading! Go buy it.

Stand-out track: My War (for Ginn’s guitar work alone)

Rating: ** * Two out of three stars

On to the story . . .

I haven’t done this in a while, so I decided I’d throw a two-part fiction piece at you . . .

Barney Part 2

“Yeah, the physical therapy convention. Remember we talked about me going to after the bachelor party?”

“Goddamn it, Barney! Just admit you’re drunk again and don’t know where the fuck you are!”

“Whoa, Virginia. What’s this about? I’m in . . . New Mexico. Should be home tomorrow.”

“You know what? Don’t bother. The wedding’s canceled!”

The line goes dead. Barney tries to shake the cobwebs out of his brain. Time to think.

Barney rustles his office receptionist out of bed . . .

“Josie, I need you to get to the office. Get my platinum American Express out of my desk and call me back on my cell.”

“Barney, where have you been? Virginia has been calling the office, non-stop and I’ve had to reschedule every appointment you’ve had for the last week.”

“Josie, listen you know I love you. Now, I need you to get to the office and call me.”

Thirty-seven minutes later . . .

Josie reserves Barney a first-class plane ticket home, wires him some money to get clothes from the only store for miles, K-Mart. Sends Virginia one hundred roses and a fruit and wine basket. A long gushing apology letter is attached to the basket, written by Josie.

Once Barney is on the plane Josie texts Virginia Barney’s arrival time, and says, “Should I pick him up?” Knowing full well that after the letter and roses Virginia was in seventh heaven, Virginia insisted on picking him up.

Virginia pulls up top the curb at LAX in her three-month-old BMW. Barney is standing there, clothed head to toe in Kmart’s David Taylor collection for men. Some of Barney’s bluster was gone.

Josie wired Barney $500.00. Somewhere under $100.00 was spent on clothes. Barney had $50.00 left. The airport bar in New Mexico had made a tidy profit that afternoon.

Barney hopped in the car, kissed Virginia. Turned on the radio to KLOS, an old John Cougar song came on:

“And when you drink sometimes, you try to liberate.
And you stagger in the front yard till you find the gate
That swings on that thin line of love and hate.
And baby, just let it go.

Yeah, I’ll be with you in your weakest moments, uh huh.
Yeah, I’ll be there with you in your weakest moments.”

Barney suggests they take the canyon over the hill into Calabasas to avoid the freeway. Virginia nods. Smiles slightly. Loves him, but is still unsure.

Barney starts to fall asleep. He’s drunk and not recovered from his bachelor party and his lost few days in New Mexico.

Once in the Canyon, the sun had fizzled for the day. Barney wakes up. Reaches under the seat and finds a flask he left in the BMW two weeks ago. Ah, this is what he wants.

Barney unscrews the top of the flask and throws his head back. He chugs as much as his throat will allow.

Virginia reaches over to grab the flask. The car starts swerving; she doesn’t see the man walking his two German Shepherds on the side of the roadway. Virginia knocks the flask out of Barney’s hand, swerves to miss the man and clips one of his dogs.

The BMW goes over the embankment, rolls and hits a tree. Barney goes through the front window.

Barney lands hard. He’s out cold for twenty or thirty seconds. Once awake, he pushes himself up. He staggers looks around but isn’t sure what has happened.

The tree has pushed the driver side door into Virginia. After the airbag inflated she has about an inch and a half of space to move her head. The steering wheel is pressed against her chest. She doesn’t know how long she can breathe like this. Then she smells gas. She yells for Barney, “Get help. Hurry!”

Barney staggers and yells, “Hang on, I’m going.”

Barney gets a half a mile from the car. His head is spinning. He sits on the guardrail on the side of the canyon. He gets dizzy, smells smoke, falls backward and passes out.

Barney stands looking down at an old, unkempt tombstone.

He holds a paper bag in his hands. A small bottle of Gilbey’s Vodka that he purchased for $3.49. Barney wishes he didn’t drink, but he needed something to take the edge off. Virginia would be mad.

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