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ARTIST
HARRY PUSSY
TITLE
A Real New England Fuck Up
FORMAT
LP
LABEL
PALILALIA
CATALOG #
PAL 049LP
PAL 049LP
GENRE
ROCK
RELEASE DATE
10/6/2017
Previously unreleased mid-'90s live recordings of
Harry Pussy
in peak trio formation, with extensive eye-witness liner notes by
Siltbreeze
label-head
Tom Lax
and
Tom Carter
of
Charalambides
. Edition of 500.
"The 1996
Shadow Ring
/ Harry Pussy / Charalambides 'Rose Watson' tour. . . . There were two vans, three bands, two drivers. Tom Lax was at the helm, rationing the booze and blasting
Killed By Death
Volume Whatever all through the Midwest. I walked out of a gig in Ypsilanti and tripped on a large dildo. Soundmen held their ears in Cleveland. We rolled out of Rochester (after
Adris
and my bandmate
Jason
blew an entire soundcheck screaming insults at each other in Spanish) and the soundman stuck his head in the car and yelled 'don't ever come back!'
Byron Coley
booked a show in Amherst with an audience of zero. Harry Pussy and Shadow Ring played, we didn't, and everyone was hanging out afterwards in front of the Unitarian Church when the local bus pulled up. Its lone occupant stepped out, looked around, and asked 'Is this where the Harry Pussy show is?' The TT's show, snipped from the end of this tour, was a shambolic near disaster. The fact that a recording survives at all is a minor miracle. We arrived to witness openers
the Cotton Kings
fleeing the venue after eating a bunch of acid, destroying the PA monitors, and swiping Adris's cymbals, which one tripping, bathrobe-clad member slunk back to return later. . . . Mr. Lax tried to calm me down by feeding me bourbon shots. We played. The PA was shot and we couldn't hear each other. I hurled my guitar across the stage, poured my beer over my head, and threw a pair of slides into the crowd, narrowly missing
Wayne Rogers
. Harry Pussy took the stage and sandblasted the night into oblivion, while I hid in the van (Mac: 'What the fuck is your problem?') until I was sober enough to attempt to find the Greyhound station and catch the first bus back to Houston.
Christina
spotted me wandering off and forcibly dragged me back into the club." --Tom Carter
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