Wednesday, April 16, 2014

BOOK REVIEW: "THE DANIEL CLOWES READER" by Ken Parille and Daniel Clowes

Even after having observed the graphic novel/comic’s thirty-years-plus intellectual and artistic metamorphosis into respectability, I have remained, and remain, mostly skeptical. I still have some baggage left over from my 1970s Marvel/DC Comics days, when cartoons-delivered-in-panels were made for dopey kids like me, or for counterculture hippies reading absurdities like “The Fabulous Furry Freak Brothers” or whatever. I went through a brief period in the early 90s where I’d buy copies of “Weirdo” and a few other alternative comics, and that’s where I, like so many others, discovered Daniel Clowes. Clowes wasn’t like the others. Outside of Drew Friedman, I’ve never seen anyone who could wield such devastating descriptive power by simply drawing a human face. Clowes accurately draws people in the ways that we actually see them in the world, sweaty and nervous and in many places between inner darkness and outer light. An entire book of his images, sans words, would easily be enough for me to at least look at it.

Happily, his powers of insight extend into dialogue and story construction as well, and his comics over the years (the masterful “Eightball” series; “Ghost World”; “Lloyd Llewelyn” and many others) have mined pathos and humor and pain in ways that transcend the form. It’s not for nothing that he’s probably the most revered “alternative” practitioner of modern comics; I even went to a show of his work at the Oakland Museum a couple of years ago. Ken Parille likewise sees Clowes as worthy of reverence and study, having published "Daniel Clowes: Conversations" in 2010. Now he’s brought together a number of contributors, essayists and Clowes interview pieces from the 1990s and 2000s to create an annotated “Daniel Clowes Reader” that features the full “Ghost World” collection, as well as some other ringers from the past, like “Blue Italian Shit” and "Ugly Girls".

The collection therefore shifts shape and form time and again; at times, you’re reading some classic Clowes work; at others, you’re reading poindexterish interpretations of those works. Clowes’ own annotations of the many pop-cultural artifacts that he sprinkles throughout his work (weird 1960s records; children’s toys and TV programs; sex-instruction books; fanzines; etc.) are both instructive and a great window into just what makes his complex inner world tick. I think a lot of my punk rock peers got off on his stuff because he, like Peter Bagge, contributed art to many alterna-rock record covers in the 90s and often touched on “the scene” (often heavily mocked) in their comics. Bagge’s stuff I always found pretty unfunny and full of ham-handed exaggerations; Clowes, on the other hand, will do a strip like “The Party” (a first person account of nervously arriving at a Seattle-based party at the height of “grunge”, only to find that one’s friends aren’t there, and having to suffer the conversational idiocy of a parade of drunken alternative rock fans while trying to edge out the door), and just nail it.

If anyone from this medium deserves a series of college-level “readers”, it’s this guy, and getting to re-read a bunch of classic pieces/strips, with Clowes annotations, is icing on the proverbial cupcake. Absolutely worth a look.

Tuesday, April 15, 2014


I spent a chunk of yesterday preparing to enter The Warne Family Fund NHL playoff pool, which benefits the memory of my cousin Anna, and helps out the husband and son she left behind. I encourage you to sign up here for a mere $20 and enter your picks to win - there's stuff potentially in it for you, and hey, if you're American it's even numerically cheaper than it is in Canada, ya hoser.

That said, I filled out a playoff "bracket", assuming that was the pool they were running this time, but no, turns out it's a player-focused fantasy hockey thing, so you'll win on the basis of individual, not team performances. If you win, that is. So there I sat with my carefully-considered bracket, not really knowing what to do with it. Suddenly I knew what to do. Share it on The Hedonist Jive. My 30 readers love ice hockey!!

Western Conference - 1st Round
Dallas Stars over Anaheim Ducks (!)
San Jose Sharks over Los Angeles Kings
Colorado Avalanche over Minnesota Wild
St. Louis Blues over Chicago Blackhawks

Eastern Conference - 1st Round
Boston Bruins over Detroit Red Wings
Montreal Canadians over Tampa Bay Lightning
Pittsburgh Penguins over Columbus Blue Jackets
New York Rangers over Philadephia Flyers

San Jose Sharks over Dallas Stars
St. Louis Blues over Colorado Avalanche
Boston Bruins over Montreal Canadians
New York Rangers over Pittsburgh Penguins

Conference Finals
San Jose Sharks over St. Louis Blues
Boston Bruins over New York Rangers

Stanley Cup Finals
Boston Bruins over San Jose Sharks

I have found, like many hockey pundits, that many of these series are the proverbial "too close to call". Do I believe that my San Jose Sharks are the best team in the Western Conference? I don't know, do I? Or is it just kind of their turn? I know that I believe that Anaheim and Pittsburgh are paper tigers, and that the Blackhawks' time is probably done. Boston is likely unstoppable - who's better than they are in goal, defense and Top 4 line balance? - and that's why I'm picking them to take it all, again, three years after the last time they did it. Unlike in Vancouver in 2010, there will be no riots on the streets of San Jose when it's done. Maybe some spontaneous Javascript, or some awful funk-punk music, but no riots, I promise.

Sunday, April 13, 2014


Every other week I seek to give unto the people a 60/90-minute streaming/downloadable pretend radio show, recorded on my laptop at the back of my house. This happens to be one of those fortnights. DYNAMITE HEMORRHAGE RADIO #35 is 85 minutes of new underground & independent noise, garage pop & obscurities from the last five decades. This show's marked itself as having a particularly annoying string of commentary from the know-it-all mushmouth host, who speaks before he thinks, flubs discographical information and can't even get the name of the current computer virus wreaking havoc on the internet correct.

At least the music is gnarly. New stuff this time from Pang, Sex Tide, Girl One and the Grease Guns, The Spies, Nun, Trick Mammoth, Animals & Men, Witching Waves and Slum of Legs is pockmarked by older stuff from the likes of Simple Saucer, The Puddle, Howard Werth, the Meat Puppets, Pussy Galore and Blast Off Country Style. See what you think by downloading it to your computer, tablet or phone, streaming it via Soundcloud or subscribing to the show (and getting some of the older episodes) on iTunes.

Track listing:
PUNCTURE - Mucky Pup
SEX TIDE - Boarded Up
FREE KITTEN - John Stark's Blue
INTERNATIONAL STRIKE FORCE - Invasion of the Boyscout Clubhouse
PUSSY GALORE - White People
MEAT PUPPETS - Teenager(s)
IRREPARABLES - Release The Hounds
THE SPIES - Collided and Collected
THE PUDDLE - Lacksydaisical
SIMPLY SAUCER - Here Comes The Cyborgs, Pt. II
PANG - So It Goes
LOVE CUTS - Hi Smile Wave
NUN - Uri Geller
GIRL ONE AND THE GREASE GUNS - (Here Come The) Catastrophe Machines
LOVE IS ALL - Make Out Fall Out Make Up
SLUM OF LEGS - Benetint and Malevolence

Past Shows:
Dynamite Hemorrhage #34    (playlist)
Dynamite Hemorrhage #33    (playlist)
Dynamite Hemorrhage #32    (playlist)
Dynamite Hemorrhage #31    (playlist) 
Dynamite Hemorrhage #30    (playlist) 

Tuesday, April 8, 2014


I pulled this unread hardcover book from 2003, bought on remainder maybe ten years ago, out of my garage stash of unread books and read all 300+ pages in two sittings. David Denby is to this day the film critic at the New Yorker, and his autobiographical account of his (and our) stock market mania during the late 90s/early 00s dotcom boom ended up being far better than I anticipated. There’s probably a reason I’m so drawn to books about capitalism gone mad; I’ll snap up books about Enron and Bernie Madoff and suckers and liars of all eras, maybe because I work in business and constantly guard against falling in with the hucksters and the creeps.

Denby, a man of “the arts”, came into his obsession with the market after his wife left him, right as internet-bubble stock prices were going through the roof. As a means to buy out his wife’s portion of their Manhattan residence during the divorce, he hatches a plan to make $1 million on technology stocks during the year 2000, which, given the irrational exuberance of the day, really wasn’t as hare-brained as it sounds today. That’s around the time I started actively buying stocks as well, and though I’m exceptionally risk-averse and did nothing to truly harm the tiny, tiny amount of money I had, I bought into a lot of smoke & mirrors as well (“Dow 30,000”; “a new economy”, “Lucent Technologies” and so on).

His account of his inner struggles as he times the market badly are quite recognizable, and he layers on much of the same universal soul-searching that anyone does when they try to make sense of the market. I don’t mean the market writ large; the timeless fundamentals of supply and demand, and of specialization and trade, are sound and in no need of any admonishment. I mean Wall Street. "AMERICAN SUCKER", and the others I’ve read on this topic during recent years, have me eminently distrustful and skeptical of much of the entire infrastructure of Wall Street: the analysts, the brokerage houses, the trading mechanisms, the ratings agencies, the consultants and so on. Denby does an admirable job trying to deconstruct greed – his own, and that of man in general. I’m not sure he truly hits upon its good and its reprehensible qualities in a way that sent lightbulbs popping above me, but I admire his effort in trying.

He befriends and follows two characters recognizable from that gilded era: the Merrill Lynch analyst Henry Blodgett, who famously touted internet stocks during their rise up and even as they were crashing (and was later prosecuted for his role in maintaining “buy” ratings on stocks in order to bring more underwriting business from these same companies to Merrill), and Sam Waksal, the ImClone CEO with the promising cancer drug who was prosecuted for insider trading and other crimes, bringing his friend Martha Stewart down with him. Denby describes the captivating hold these charlatans had on him, and we’re lucky he chose to pursue strong access to these two important players in the Wall Street psychodrama long before their dastardly deeds were revealed.

What makes it all such a ripping yarn is its universality. These feelings of envy and greed are part of the human condition, and they can be exacerbated by life events like divorce – or by a constant party of wealth accumulation going on around you. The evenhanded writing qualities I’ve admired in Denby’s reviews of film are on display here, and while he’s hardest on himself, he also understands that even he is mere flesh and blood, and that it truly takes real mental and emotional work to transcend our many inborn weaknesses.

Wednesday, April 2, 2014


Baseball's already here, and I'm just doing my predictions now? Rest assured that these picks were carefully assembled after much study over the weekend, before the "real" opening day (but after the faux opening day in Australia), and it's only now that I've been able to get to a computer to peck them out. These often-wrong prognostications are something I enjoy doing publicly every year, and sometimes, like last year, my picks aren't half bad (Boston Red Sox, anyone?). Usually I'm way off, but hey, so are most would-be pundits. There's a reason we're not talking about the 2013 World Champion Atlanta Braves. Maybe this is the year I get it right.

Without further tarry, here's what I'm pretty sure is going to happen in Major League Baseball in 2014. Commentary follows below.

NL West
1. Los Angeles Dodgers
2. San Francisco Giants
3. Arizona Diamondbacks
4. San Diego Padres
5. Colorado Rockies

NL Central
1. St. Louis Cardinals
2. Cincinnati Reds
3. Pittsburgh Pirates
4. Milwaukee Brewers
5. Chicago Cubs

NL East
1. Washington Nationals
2. Atlanta Braves
3. New York Mets
4. Miami Marlins
5. Philadelphia Phillies

AL West
1. Oakland A's
2. Texas Rangers
3. Anaheim Angels
4. Seattle Mariners
5. Houston Astros

AL Central
1. Kansas City Royals
2. Detroit Tigers
3. Cleveland Indians
4. Chicago White Sox
5. Minnesota Twins

AL East
1. New York Yankees
2. Baltimore Orioles
3. Boston Red Sox
4. Tampa Bay Rays
5. Toronto Blue Jays

NL Wild Card = San Francisco Giants over Cincinnati Reds
AL Wild Card = Boston Red Sox over Baltimore Orioles

NL Divisional Playoffs =     

Washington Nationals over San Francisco Giants
St. Louis Cardinals over Los Angeles Dodgers

AL Divisional Playoffs =    
Oakland A's over Boston Red Sox
New York Yankees over Kansas City Royals

NL Championship = Washington Nationals over St. Louis Cardinals
AL Championship = New York Yankees over Oakland A's

World Series = Washington Nationals over New York Yankees

A few comments:
  • It burns and hurts down to the fiber of my being to pick the Los Angeles Dodgers to smoke my San Francisco Giants in the NL West, and for the potentially even more hated New York Yankees to go all the way to the World Series. Alas, this is the year that certain payrolls really make the difference and pay dividends to owners and fans alike in those cities. I mean really, how long did you think the Yankees would be absent from the Series? At least I have them getting beaten in what could be a quick series in which the Nationals' pitching totally dominates.
  • Why is Pablo Sandoval pictured in a preview in which the Giants merely make the Wild Card? Because he's awesome.
  • I'm a big believer in the Kansas City Royals, my favorite American League team. If they're ever going to make it happen, it's right now. I expect everyone to click together and that they'll hold off the Detroit Tigers, whom many have winning the World Series but who I think are due for a major comeuppance. No playoffs in Detroit this year.
  • You know, outside of that and perhaps my elevation of the Yankees, my picks are pretty conventional. Washington is sort of a consensus choice to win it all this year, and no one's betting against the Cardinals, Dodgers and even the A's. I tinkered with the idea of the Anaheim Angels putting it together and making a strong run, but I truly don't think they've got the pitching, and expect even their top two guys (Weaver and Wilson) to fall off this year. Like Detroit, I feel that Texas' day has come and passed, and they'll be contenders but won't be able to unseat the Mighty A's for the third year in a row.
Let's both check back in October and see how we did, OK?

Wednesday, March 26, 2014


If you're paying attention even a little bit, there really still is just too much great rocknroll music pouring out of basements and dark clubs worldwide to stuff into a 60-minute phony radio show every two weeks - yet I do try. The list of things I wanted to play is longer than the list of things I played, but I guess that's what happens when you shoehorn in a nine-minute, feedback-laden track off of a Velvet Underground bootleg - and expect people to listen. You'll listen, won't you?

DYNAMITE HEMORRHAGE RADIO #34 has got some absolute gnarl from modern bands like SEX TIDE (new track!), VELO, THE FIREWORKS and THE IN OUT. Would you believe DEATH OF SAMANTHA and ANIMALS & MEN are still with us, and have first-rate new recordings being played here? How about some brand new guitar bending from the misanthropic ALVARIUS B? Or some perfect new pop from Dunedin, New Zealand's TRICK MAMMOTH?

I even headed into the library for "deep cuts" from The Weirdos, Salvation Army, Spider and the Webs, Division Four and more. Listen up and maybe come over to iTunes and give it nice plug, hows about?

Download Dynamite Hemorrhage Radio #34 here.
Stream or download the show on Soundcloud here.
Subscribe to the show on iTunes here.

Track listing:

SEX TIDE - I Want To Die
THE LA DE DAs - How Is The Air Up There?
SALVATION ARMY - She Turns To Flowers
FLESH EATERS - Agony Shorthand
THE WEIRDOS - Scream Baby Scream (1977 demo)
THE FIREWORKS - Getting Nowhere Fast
COACHWHIPS - Body and Brains
DIVISION FOUR - Doctor's Wife
VELO - Out
TRICK MAMMOTH - Delphine (With a Purpose)
BELLE & SEBASTIAN - Lazy Line Painter Jane
THE VELVET UNDERGROUND - Run Run Run (live 1969, Hilltop Pop Festival)
ALVARIUS B - Yeah Well, Oyster Shells
GIBSON BROS - Broke Down Engine
THE IN OUT - The Stupidity

Past Shows:
Dynamite Hemorrhage #33    (playlist)
Dynamite Hemorrhage #32    (playlist)
Dynamite Hemorrhage #31    (playlist) 
Dynamite Hemorrhage #30    (playlist) 

Tuesday, March 25, 2014


For those of you Americans with school-age children like me, you know that elementary and middle school can be a time of endless hand-wringing, soul-searching and parental banter about how to ensure the “best” or the “right” education for your children. Some previously public-school-minded parents truck their kids off the private school at the first sign of stagnation, and use the comparatively better institutional structure, like-minded peer groups & heightened academic rigor as salves for their tremendously lightened savings accounts. My wife and I not there (yet, if ever). We’re still working through how much of a contribution to make at home, at our son’s public school itself, and in advocacy on a broader scale to institute meaningful change at the district and even federal level, as soon as we figure out exactly what it is that needs changing.

It can get to be something of a preoccupation, you might say. I suppose that’s healthy at some level. Did our parents care so much about the schools we went to and the education we were getting? It depends on whom your parents were, but mine sent me to the neighborhood schools in the 70s and 80s; I was a fairly decent student in those schools; I learned the basics while doing almost no homework; and outside of admonishments to get A’s and B’s (which I mostly did), it didn’t seem like much hand-wringing about the broader system was happening at home. The only educational controversies I remember were racial flare-ups I’d read about in other states: busing, and other harbingers of white flight and black acceptance only a decade after the Civil Right Act.

Yet as the US sees itself fall further and further down the academic achievement scales relative to other countries (with math, science and reading scores being the harbingers of doom), and as American parents reach their boiling points with regard to intransigent teacher’s unions, underqualified teachers; dim-witted, dumbed-down curricula and so on, there’s a cottage industry in books and films seeking to make a difference. We’ve seen just in this country how successful people who challenge the institutional status quo can be, in the limited arenas in which they’ve been allowed to experiment; witness Eva Moskowitz’s Success Academies in New York or Geoffrey Canada’s Harlem Children’s Zone in the same state; or Michelle Rhee’s attempt as Washington DC chancellor to tie teacher compensation to student performance, while rooting out the ancient “battle axe” teachers collecting paychecks to babysit while the minds of the children rot in their classrooms.

Amanda Ripley decided not to rehash the arguments we’ve been having as a nation about vouchers, charters, unions and so on in her book, and instead trained her eye on those nations that were scoring highest on the standardized PISA test. What did Finland, South Korea and Poland do differently than the United States, mired as it is in test-taking mediocrity next to the likes of Estonia and Spain in collective scholastic ability, and yet with such loftier economic heights from which to fall? She followed a cadre of American high schoolers as they spent years abroad in Finnish, South Korean and Polish schools, and came back with some pretty strong insights that she dishes out piecemeal, in the Socratic method, throughout the book.

More than anything else, she observes that we Americans do not insist on rigor: in our teachers, nor in our students. We’re behind because we’re lazy and proud. We let teachers become teachers on the flimsiest of requirements, which institutionalizes mediocrity in students. We then barely pay them a respectful wage, thereby repelling the best and brightest in our society, whom we need more than ever as teachers, into other fields. In Finland, the teaching profession is revered, and only 30% of applicants to the teaching colleges are accepted, and must pass a series of intense tests to graduate and begin their careers. They’re also paid well, befitting their place in Finnish society. Teenage students in Finland, while far more alike than different than their American equivalents, take school extremely seriously. It is a culture in which kids can still be kids, with leisure time the equal of ours, but one in which education holds a central and sacred place in society from cradle to collage.

We also hold our students to far lower standards, letting them skate by to graduation and finding untold numbers of excuses in allowing them to do so. Other societies profiled by Ripley (as well as in my aforementioned US examples) have proven that kids, no matter whether rich or poor or white or brown, can deliver exceptional results with the right teachers, rewards and admonishments. It starts with rigor, and it continues with a belief in education for its own sake (and for its role in a better life, both economically and otherwise). We parents, important as we are as we dutifully read to our kids at home, actually have less to do with eventual scholastic achievement and skills-gathering than we think. Teachers, society-accepted incentives (If I go to college I will break the cycle of poverty and lack of achievement I was born into) and even peer environment matter greater more.

Ripley also takes aim at the ridiculously disproportionate importance of sports in American schools, relative to the nations with whom we compete in education. I heartily agree. The amount of money and attention lavished on athletic programs in high schools is shameful when so many students are dropping out or floundering in mediocre, rigor-free schools. We as a culture have let sports so define our way of life that we pretend that all this in-school and afterschool athletic activity funded by our taxes is good for all (reducing obesity etc.), when in fact only a small subset of students actually participate in it. In other countries, as Ripley deftly shows, sports have their place – but not at school. (South Koreans have their own obsession on scholastic achievement that’s potentially more damaging, which Ripley, to her credit, does not flinch from condemning in the least).

I found this book far more eye-opening and better-written than Paul Tough’s and a better spur to action to boot. Ripley write simply but forcefully, and she’s non-ideological while radiating acres of common sense. There aren’t miracles happening overseas that we can’t replicate, and there aren’t magical qualities genetically imbued in Finns or Poles that make their kids able to do things ours can’t. They’ve just received, and acted on, some essential truths about learning and achievement faster than we have, and their societies are reaping the gains accordingly. May we be so brave as to shake up our own stagnant and outdated educational systems as well as they have.

Sunday, March 23, 2014


Excessively literate book obsessives are an exceptionally narcissistic tribe; how else to explain the incredible amount of available books that happen to be themselves dissertations about books, or that concern the pleasures of reading, or are instead navel-gazing studies into the mind of the reader whilst reading? I’m certainly not immune, and Gabriel Zaid’s short treatise on books isn’t the first such missive I’ve spent money on in order to justify or deepen my attachment to reading and/or console myself as such. 2003’s “So Many Books: Reading and Publishing in an Age of Abundance”, which I observantly read in true printed hardback dorm, could qualify now length-wise as a “Kindle single”, and is really akin to a nice long magazine article. I know I read it in 90 minutes, tops, and yet my reptilian, reading, narcissistic brain experience the act of doing so as pure pleasure.

Zaid is a Mexican author whom I probably should know more about, but don’t. His book on books was written as a defense and response against the cry of the bewildered, against the chicken littles who in 2003 (and even still today) see the imminent death of books and of measured, informed reading. He proceeds, Borges-like, into an abstract recitation of facts and figures that show just how defenseless we are against the massive mountains of books that are published every day, and that have already been published. In other words, there is more quality literature and nonfiction available to read than any sentient human being could conquer, even in of hundreds of lifetimes. Zaid defends those of us who have to delicately carve out time to read books in an age in which “leisure time” is often anything but, particularly when parenting; or when engaged in all-consuming employment; or when stacked against many other compelling entertainment and leisure activities - and so on. That many of us still read books at all (to say nothing of the fact that publishing is growing, not shrinking) is, to Zaid, a true measure of their nearly infinite staying power.

Many of his insights are pithy, and are delivered accordingly, but the net result is a nice state-of-the-industry and a philosophical inquiry into the psyche of the reader. The fact that it’s 11 years old now doesn’t really figure so much, except for the salient fact that his observations are all pre-Kindle, pre-tablet, and therefore there are at least 30 pages or so of missed exploration that I’d have enjoyed seeing him weigh in on. It’s a nice companion to the similarly-constructed (and even better) mini-tome “The Pleasures of Reading in an Age of Distraction”by Alan Jacobs. Read ‘em both!

Friday, March 14, 2014


Stream or download yet another in my series of bi-weekly phony radio shows - DYNAMITE HEMORRHAGE RADIO #33. This one explores the recent "Punk 45: Kill The Hippies etc." compilation that Soul Jazz put out; doses out a 15-minute krautrock classic; includes some wild DIY stuff from bands with names like Pissy Relay Switches, Occult Chemistry and Bona Dish; and unveils some pretty stellar new stuff from WET BLANKETS, AUSMUTEANS, PANG, VELO, TRAMPOLINE TEAM and more. More on-"mic" shucking and jiving than usual, too.

Download Dynamite Hemorrhage Radio #33 here.
Stream or download the show over on Soundcloud here.
Subscribe to the show on iTunes.

Track listing:

AUSMUTEANTS – Felix Tried To Kill Himself 
LUNG LEG – Kung Fu on the Internet 
ANGST – Die Fighting 
IRREPERABLES – Digested System 
THE ZEROS – Wild Weekend 
VERTIGO – Front End Loader 
SCRATCH ACID – The Final Kiss 
DEAR NORA – Make You Smile 
ANA HAUSEN – Professionals 
TUXEDOMOON – Joeboy the Electronic Ghost
VELO – Small Town Minded Boy 
PANG – Young Professionals 
BONA DISH – Challenge 
CAN – Mother Sky

Past Shows:
Dynamite Hemorrhage #32    (playlist)
Dynamite Hemorrhage #31    (playlist) 
Dynamite Hemorrhage #30    (playlist)

Sunday, March 2, 2014


There's a mighty wind of righteous and gnarly tuneage blowing across my computer in the form of DYNAMITE HEMORRHAGE RADIO #32, our (appx.) bi-weekly podcast of the best and brightest raw, sub-underground rock music of the last 50 years. Given that I'd been m.i.a. for three weeks, I tacked on an additional 15 minutes of crazed RnR, extending the life of this podcast past our normal hour limit to a big 1:15. That's enough to burn on a CD-R, and enough for you to press the download or play button and listen to it right about now.

"New" or "new-ish" is an operative word this time, with less-than-1-year old stuff in play from VELO, BRIDGE COLLAPSE, GROWTH, POW!, SAUNA YOUTH, FLESH WORLD, PANG, NEONATES and more. I then stuffed in a couple of New Zealand Velvets-mining classics from The Terminals and The Pin Group; some English DIY from Desperate Bicycles and Cardiac Arrest, some 50s/60s girl stuff, and what the hell, even a Misfits tune.

Download Dynamite Hemorrhage Radio #32 here.
Stream (or download) the show on Soundcloud here. 
Listen to, and subscribe to the show on iTunes here.

Track listing:

VELO - I'm in Hate
SAUNA YOUTH - False Jesli Pt. II
PANG - Attention Deficit
POW! - Cyber Attack!!
MAD VIRGINS - I Am A Computer
KENT III - The Palms
BRIDGE COLLAPSE - Blockbreaker
PALACE BROTHERS - Drinking Woman
NEONATES - Gridlock
GOOD THROB - Double White Demin
DIANE RAY - Please Don't Talk To The Lifeguard
ARLETTE ZOLA - Mathematiques Elementaire
FLESH WORLD - Sturdy Swiss Hiker

Past Shows:
Dynamite Hemorrhage #31    (playlist)
Dynamite Hemorrhage #30    (playlist)
Dynamite Hemorrhage #29    (playlist)
Dynamite Hemorrhage #28    (playlist)

Dynamite Hemorrhage #27    (playlist)
Dynamite Hemorrhage #26    (playlist)
Dynamite Hemorrhage #25    (playlist)
Dynamite Hemorrhage #24    (playlist)
Dynamite Hemorrhage #23    (playlist)
Dynamite Hemorrhage #22    (playlist)
Dynamite Hemorrhage #21    (playlist)
Dynamite Hemorrhage #20    (playlist)