We’ve come a LOOOOOONG way baby…and perhaps nowhere is this more evident than the primitive advertising methods of “THE coolest metal mag in the known universe” – it must be true, Slash said so! Actually, I really can’t dispute that – unlike the “Nikki Sixx sneezed, film at eleven” boredom of Circus and Hit Parader, RIP really did put together a hodgepodge of metal-related weirdness that included a fashion section, frequently hilarious “best road story”-type trivia, and, at least during the first year, tried to include at least one obscure band before it all got overwhelmed with the same-old, same-old coverage of Dokken and Def Leppard.
Still, though. Would you be convinced that it’s really all that great from the fast-talking announcer and the P.O. Box? It’s probably just my post-’net jaded eyes, because it’s not like this sort of thing popped up on the tube very frequently back then. “OMG!! Metal on TV!! Hells yeah!!”
I mean, all Axl Rose had to do was show up and say, “Don’t be a butthead” and apparently that did the trick. (and that’s a damm fine shot of him in that bathtub.)
Big hair, fabulous full-diva makeup, the primitively extreme use of pop art psychedelia to pad the edges of an 80’s underground pop video. It is the perfect visual storm for this relentless and very very danceable earworm from Danielle Dax. Happy Tuesday!
Three things about this week’s clip:
1. A very young Courtney Love, back when her biggest claim to fame was a role in Sid & Nancy. Before Curt, before Hole, before the whole kinderwhore broken-doll persona. Note the second outfit change – how she must have relished getting close enough to Madonna to pelt her with cosmetics and crash that interview with Kurt Loder. (Which sounds like a fun idea for the next YouTube Tuesday.)
2. Robbie Nevill trying to solve her problems, upping the surreal factor. Hell, the mere presence of Robbie Nevill ups the surreal factor. And now I am going to have “C’est La Vie” stuck in my head for the rest of the day.
Lots of screaming, interrupting, provocative questions that don’t go anywhere, and general sound and fury is pretty much the standard stuff of reality TV as we know it today. Back in the late 80’s, however, The Morton Downey Jr. Show was pretty raw stuff, flipping the let’s-all-understand-each-other talk show format of Oprah and Donohue over into a howling, barking arena of belligerent frothing. Lots of noise, lots of yelling, nobody’s mind is changed by the end of the show, but sometimes pretty entertaining with the right guests.
This is the rock’n'roll episode – Joey Ramone!!!!!! – featuring Scott Ian, Ace Frehley, the Cycle Sluts from Hell, Circus of Power, Megaforce Records, and some vein-popping old-guard rock critics ostensibly put there to be mocked and dismissed. I honestly don’t even know what the hell this episode is about, other than “Rock’n'Roll,” because topics quickly descend into shouting matches as soon as they come up. But it’s choice craptastic television, and even better for the fiercely flaunted east coast ripped-jeans-and-fluffy-hair metal fashion sense of 1989. Above is the first clip, see the sidebar for the rest of the episode.
If you grew up during the 90’s – or, hell, were doing anything at all during the 90’s – you probably have Aerosmith firmly ensconced in the richly deserved Crazy-Crying-Amazing pop-metal powerballad bucket. Or, if you’re more generous, you remember them fondly for “Sweet Emotion,” or that duet with RUN-D.M.C. You probably don’t recall the 20 seconds in 1981 where Steven Tyler swapped his scarves for a leather jacket, greaser hair, and a lead pipe. (Although in the true style of Lead Singer Syndrome, he dances with the lead pipe more than doing anything interesting with it.) It’s a swaggery little tune that does very nicely on a summer booze-and-badasses playlist, and the audio effects on the lightning are the perfect cheddar icing.
Usually the ones who are remembered from any era are the ones onstage, pretty and perfect. Which makes these photos all the more wonderful – not only is there fabulous style galore, but a powerful sense of friendship among misfits. Remember, this is when dark fashion had to be dug out of thrift stores or mail-ordered from the back pages of rock catalogs. The weird kids, especially in small towns and suburban neighborhoods, had to stick together – and looked pretty damn amazing doing so.
If you don’t feel just the tiniest little bit of welling up looking at all these beautifully strange people, you have no soul.
And I would personally love to see a revival of the deathpunk cocktail-lounge maneater aesthetic. These two look like they would be lurking around in the seedier corners of Desperately Seeking Susan. I *covet* those bloomers on the right.
Once upon a time, way back before the Nickelodeon network adopted an orange splatter as its corporate identity and their station bumps were full of pinballs, there was some pretty good television airing after the morning’s total domination by “Pinwheel” and before the 8pm changeover to an arts channel. If your tastes run to early-80’s British speculative YA, The Third Eye delivers the goods.
Filmed in 1981, “Into the Labyrinth” was one of Eye’s four miniseries, and perhaps the best known because of the cool black robes, the trips into the labyrinth, and that infamously bitchy catchphrase. This show chronicled the power struggle between a pair of time-traveling magick-flingers, Rothgo and Belor. Rothgo enlists the aid of three schoolchildren who free him from a giant styrofoam rock, sending them into various eras to find his past selves and capture the Nidus – which can only be seen in a mirror’s reflection – to restore his power from the evil clutches of Belor.
You just *know* the guy playing Rothgo has done some serious Shakespeare time, and Belor has a fabulous deep witchy Eva O laugh when she’s not raiding the Stevie Nicks discount bin. There’s a lot to like in this show: the cave sets, the sudden explosions of lightning and thunder when somebody gets pissed off, the fabulously low-budget way the magicians look when they’re flying, the dark fantasy caterwauling of the theme music, and, amid all of this, some pretty good performances. It wasn’t long before “Rothgo? Ha-ha! I am Rothgo!” made its way into our repertoire of in-jokes.
The Nidus has since gone on to open a YouTube account and upload not just all the eps from the first season, but surprise surprise, there’s also a second and third season. Enjoy!