FIRST things first. Just as 1986 was the Year of the ‘Steen, 1987 is gonna be the Year of GG Allin.
This fact’s probably obvious to a hepster like yourself, but if it’s not I suggest that you downshift yr butt toot sweet and head for a diskery. There isn’t a wealth of vinyl by New Hampshire’s legendary dirt-machine available these days, but a few new and retrospective-style releases are, and they’re making GG best friends with a whole new generation. Why is this? Simple: rock ‘n’ roll’s true lowest common denoms are sex, drugs, filth, and destruction, and each and every one of these elements has been mastered by GG.
The retrospective portion of the “GG in ’87” package is a cassette called Hated in the Nation (ROIR, 611 Broadway, Suite 725, New York, NY 10012), which was assembled from our man’s large back catalog, with some additional live material thrown in. It ignores GG’s first three records, which featured material ranging from the Dead Boys-esque ‘Bored to Death’ to the flimsy attempted sellout of ‘1980’s R&R’. The tape begins with the ’81 single ‘Gimme Some Head’, which was recorded in the company of Dennis Thompson and Wayne Kramer (both veterans of MC5). GG’s forthright cussing brought out the best in those two coots, whose post-5 recordings prior to this session had been strictly from Dullsville. GG was able to summon similarly powerful hate-vibes from his own unnamed band, who quit en masse when GG’s stage antics began to go beyond the “mere” Iggoid blood & gutsism that had gotten him banned at virtually every club in New England. These weakos were promptly replaced by a well-mannered outfit called the Scumfucs.
It was with the Scumfucs that GG’s vision finally achieved its, uh, fully mature state. The first product of this serendipitous union was ’84’s fabulous Drink, Fight & Fuck EP (which is well-represented on Hated). Recorded in what might as well be an outhouse, produced by the late Dick Urine, it is the first of GG’s works where he doesn’t build up to the dirt, but actually starts with the dirt as a given and goes on from there. Way effin’ cool. And ’84 was also the year that marked the big transmogrification of GG’s live show. According to one of Mr. Allin’s sidemen, “It was about that time that GG decided to stop just doing stuff like breaking bottles on people’s heads. He started trying to actually rape women in the audience.”
Beyond artifice lies a hell. Beyond this hell lies GG.
© Byron Coley, Spin, August 1987