issue #02 pdf - Razorcake
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A SHORT ANATOMY OF FANDOM<br />
How Leatherface and Hot Water Music<br />
helped change the way I listen to music.<br />
What is this I'm writing? Fine question. I'm not too sure. It's a little<br />
too detailed to be a live review, but the following was inspired by the<br />
three dates I got to see Leatherface and Hot Water Music in San Diego,<br />
Pomona, and Hollywood. It got me to thinking, that's all.<br />
I'm not going into this stating that either<br />
band is the end-all, be-all of existence, but<br />
they're in my top ten. What's particularly<br />
great is both bands are still creating, still<br />
churning, still coming out with new and<br />
exciting material. What I do contend is that<br />
both bands have affected me in no small<br />
way; have shifted how I listen to music as a<br />
whole. They maintain purchase in a very<br />
real musical universe that I hold dear, and<br />
continue to strike both mental<br />
and musical chords.<br />
Both bands should be dead.<br />
In December 1993, lead singer<br />
of Leatherface, Frankie Norman<br />
Warsaw Stubbs, to a befuddled<br />
audience and even more<br />
shocked band, announced that<br />
he was quitting. In 1998, at The<br />
Hardback Café, to an estimated<br />
700 people, Hot Water Music<br />
played their "last show." In their<br />
set was a cover by a littleknown<br />
English band,<br />
Leatherface.<br />
Both bands are infinitely stronger<br />
because they didn't give in when it looked<br />
like the only logical conclusion was to quit.<br />
I can relate to that.<br />
Lighten up, Retodd. It's just music.<br />
But it's more than just music. Tell a religious<br />
person it's just an elephant with eight<br />
arms or a bleeding guy nailed to a cross.<br />
Tell a greaser Mopar's just a car. Tell a doctor<br />
that surgery's just a bunch of slicing.<br />
Tell yourself it's just money.<br />
From the back, I can hear someone say,<br />
"But, man, those guys suck. I tried listening<br />
to them, but they did nothing for me." Five<br />
years ago, I would have fought you on it,<br />
tried to explain it away. Now, I could care<br />
less. You see, I've found something empowering,<br />
that rings true to me, and I want to<br />
share it. If you want nothing of it, fine. I'd<br />
love to hear about bands that you dig<br />
beyond "they rule, dude" or "you don't<br />
know anything if you don't worship (fill in<br />
the blank).”<br />
A word of caution. If you're fully convinced<br />
it's all been done before, and better,<br />
either join a historical society, start a re<strong>issue</strong><br />
label, or get on the porch and join the<br />
rest of rocking chair critics who don't get<br />
56 out of their seats but haven't<br />
found the off switch to their megaphones of<br />
bitching, either<br />
Neither of these bands go for the easy.<br />
A new rock is being built - a grain at a<br />
time, under extreme weight.<br />
"You're a very small drop in the middle<br />
of a big sea of high and mighty things."<br />
-Leatherface, "Springtime"<br />
Although Leatherface is<br />
from Sunderland, England and<br />
Hot Water Music is from<br />
Gainesville, Florida, both<br />
bands were formed by working<br />
class members, their days<br />
spent doing things they'd rather<br />
not do that caused calluses,<br />
their nights spent in clubs,<br />
sawing away at songs that<br />
came as a direct result of an<br />
attempt to burn in something<br />
new. Leatherface formed in<br />
1988, Hot Water Music in<br />
1994.<br />
The most obvious aspect to both bands'<br />
music is that their voices are gruff. Shouts.<br />
Yells. Burlap tracheas. And if you listen to<br />
the lyrics for more than a minute, there's<br />
sorrow. Honey-drenched, huckleberryscented<br />
sorrow. Knife-licking, tetanus sorrow.<br />
What's not slap-in-the-face obvious is<br />
that both bands exist as wholly unique<br />
enterprises, wholly unique sounds. Sure,<br />
there are predecessors, but just as a sling<br />
shot was the template for the Titan missile,<br />
developments have been made beyond old<br />
comparisons to Jawbreaker (pre-"Dear<br />
You"), "Margin Walker"-era Fugazi, or<br />
Husker Du (in that period between pure<br />
thrash and the album where they don't have<br />
any shoes on).<br />
Well, that, and they're not writing smash<br />
pop hits of the kind the world is used to<br />
hearing, and that both of them have had previously<br />
terrible luck when signing to labels.<br />
(1)<br />
LEATHERFACE<br />
"Like a bowl of flies, we've a very short<br />
life." -Leatherface<br />
In the grand scheme of things, the world<br />
is topsy turvy. I'm sure weirder things have<br />
TEXT AND PHOTOS BY RETODD<br />
happened to Hot Water Music than to have<br />
had a band they admire take the opening<br />
slot for their national tour. Twice. I know it<br />
eats Hot Water Music up to know that if<br />
Leatherface was last on the bill, that a bulk<br />
of HWM's fans would leave before<br />
Leatherface came on. But that's just how it<br />
is.<br />
It's not exactly castor oil. It's not exactly,<br />
"Here's something that tastes bad to make<br />
you feel better." Leatherface's music is like<br />
slowing down a video tape so you can see<br />
how some of Hot Water Music's quicker<br />
magic tricks are done and how they learned<br />
to play for themselves and not just their<br />
audience.<br />
Leatherface isn't an easy first listen. You<br />
can't really shake your fist to them. There<br />
are anthems, but few chants. You can't really<br />
do a gainer off a speaker stack to them.<br />
They're very rumbly. They're almost like a<br />
pop band, but not quite. They're almost like<br />
an experimental band, but not quite. They're<br />
almost like a lot of things, but not quite. It's<br />
that "not quite" that separates them from<br />
being solely great to being... beatable only<br />
by themselves. But all it takes is that one<br />
listen when the gates open up and a little bit<br />
of drool comes off your bottom lip because<br />
you've just been heavily awed when you<br />
should be folding your laundry and thinking<br />
about dinner. It's like figuring out a new<br />
alphabet or a taste that you could never get<br />
your tongue around. It becomes a specific<br />
craving.<br />
I did a lot of thinking based on a simple<br />
question. "Who does Leatherface sound<br />
like?" Every answer I came up with was<br />
simply chrome adornments to a well built<br />
monster of a car. To be sure, there are<br />
bright, silvery flashes of Motorhead<br />
(Frankie sounds like he's singing with a broken<br />
bottle in his mouth), Snuff (complex,<br />
fast, wank-free pop), Wat Tyler (the cover<br />
of "Hops and Barley." Lore has it that<br />
Frankie bought the song from Simon<br />
Tucker for six quid because Simon wanted<br />
to drink.), and fifteen other bands that live<br />
further down in obscurity. Yet, to mistake<br />
the obvious, extraneous, flash pieces for the<br />
dented, well-oiled, and darkened inner<br />
workings of Leatherface's vicious, popping<br />
machine would be a disservice. There's too<br />
much going on to reference them away.