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January 4, 2013

“No Sexy”: China’s Hang On The Box

by Gary Sullivan

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Hang on the Box, mainland China’s first all-girl punk unit, was a glorious mess of contradictions and extremes. Their first live performance, for a small but fanatical crowd of fellow Beijing punks, was met with boos, laughter and jeering; six months later they were on the cover of the local edition of Newsweek, serving as poster girls for an entire generation of Chinese youth. Lauded by critics for politicizing gender through their empowered, femme-forward lyrics, they were famously scornful of Cobra, the only other all-girl rock group before them on the mainland.

Despite Hang on the Box’s cult status in Japan and the United States, the band constantly struggled to get gigs, record deals and respect at home in China, where—because of the Newsweek cover, because they were the first Chinese band of any kind to sing exclusively in English, because they were women—the scene never fully embraced them. Yet, by the time they disbanded, increasing numbers of bands coming out of the movement—great bands, like Queen Sea Big Shark, Subs and Hedgehog—seemed to have at least one prominent female member and were singing most, if not all, of their songs in English.

Hang on the Box, often referred to as HOTB, was founded in the summer of 1998 by Wang Yue (aka Gia Wang, vocals) and Yilina (bass), who were classmates, and Li Yan Fan (guitar), who had approached the two friends in a bootleg music store, asking for a cigarette. According to their Japanese label’s website, Yilina, who was born in inner Mongolia, had a dream one night in which a god told her that, if she ever formed a band, she must call it Hang on the Box.

Jonathan Campbell recounts Wang and Yilina’s punk conversion in his book Red Rock: The Long, Strange March of Chinese Rock & Roll. “Their lives were changed the moment they saw their first show,” Campbell writes. “The Mohawks, the dyed hair, the sunglasses (inside!); they’d never seen anything like it.” Wang told Campbell that, “You didn’t know what made [the punks] special but you knew that, in comparison, you were a jackass. …I called Yilina and said, ‘Our entire life before was completely stupid. We need to become like them: our taste in music, our attitude, our lives.’”

According to Campbell, not long after Wang’s conversion, she received a phone call from Shen Yue of Anarchy Jerks, inviting her to a gig at Beijing’s first all-punk venue, Scream, which had just opened a few months before. After bragging about the awesomeness of his band, Shen asked Wang what she was up to. She told him that she, too, had just formed a band. It was only sort of true. He politely asked if her band would like to open for his. “I said yes,” Wang recalls. “I didn’t even think about it.”

July 4, 2012

The Avengers

The Avengers aka The Pink Album (Water)

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by Leonard Pierce

The creative act is not pure. History evidences it. Sociology extracts it. The writer loses Eden, writes to be read, and comes to realize that he is answerable.—Nadine Gordimer

Gordimer was talking about writing novels, but she might just as well have been talking about criticism. Possession of a specific critical perspective is a necessity, but like all necessities, it can seem like a burden. After enough time, it becomes almost impossible for even the most honest people in a dishonest profession to listen to anything purely: Even for those who try to practice their craft without resorting to the Influence Game, piling one reference after another until all that remains on the page is a maze of checked names with no room for the actual sound, it is difficult. Every critic carries with him the accumulated sense memory of every song he has ever heard, and every word he has ever said or read about those songs. And for those lucky souls who can still make money at the game, claiming to approach a record with “fresh ears” is akin to being a whore who smiles at every john as if he were her first. For some, the entire critical process is an attempt to regain that first flush of love felt for the music heard in teenhood; for others, it is the act of rubbing ever more exotic tinctures on an old scab, hoping to feel something, anything, again after years of embittered numbness.

Reissues present a particularly acute problem. For many—critics and consumers alike—the event of a reissue is simply a mechanical process of nostalgic stimulation, jerking off to the memory of someone you haven’t seen for twenty years. It is nearly impossible to respond to the reappearance of music that is intrinsically linked to the sensations and opinions of an earlier time without reifying those impressions; when this is combined with the conflicting urges to a) seem independent-minded and b) not make an utter ass of the person you were, the only options are to over-praise (which proves you were right all along) or to yawn ostentatiously (which proves that you’re no slave to the past).

November 28, 2011

Save 30% On Burning Ambulance 1-4!

The fifth issue of Burning Ambulance is coming very, very soon! The upcoming print edition will include full-length interviews with Michael Gira of Swans, saxophonist Marcus Strickland, and trumpeter Jeremy Pelt; a profile of avant-garde guitarist/composer Morgan Craft; a history/analysis of Cecil Taylor‘s 1978 Unit (the band that recorded The Cecil Taylor Unit, 3 Phasis, Live in the Black Forest and One Too Many Salty Swift and Not Goodbye); a look back at the movie Two-Lane Blacktop, 40 years later; a roundtable examining the state of North American black metal from the perspective of eight very different musicians/bands; an essay on the nature of time as it relates to 20th Century composition; and the cover story, an epic history of Burnt Sugar as told by its co-founders, Greg Tate and Jared Nickerson.

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September 13, 2011

Entrails

The Tomb Awaits (FDA Rekotz)
by Phil Freeman
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Entrails were a footnote in the history of Swedish death metal. In the most authoritative book on the subject, Daniel Ekeroth‘s Swedish Death Metal, they’re described in the index of bands as “An early band from the minor death metal center Avesta. They did one demo, and a few memorable gigs. (Joel must be one of the sloppiest, most exciting drummers ever, watching him play was a spectacle!)”

Oh, wait, that’s not even the same band! That’s right, in 1990/91, there were two bands in Sweden called Entrails. This one rehearsed, and recorded some demo tracks, but nobody in the group was satisfied with the quality, so nothing was ever released, and gradually they drifted apart. Only guitarist Jimmy Lundqvist kept the flame lit in his heart, and over a decade after the group’s final dissolution in 1998, he decided to dig through the old tapes and see if he couldn’t make something of what he found.

Ultimately, he was able to recruit some bandmembers based on guitar-and-drum machine demos recorded at home, and the first Entrails album, Tales from the Morgue, was released on the indie FDA Rekotz label in 2010. This is the follow-up, indicating that he’s intent on making at least a semi-serious go of it.

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