Tokyo Damage Report

solmania, anadorei, no think, gore beyond necropsy, s/m show

OK, here's  a blast from the fuckin' past:  August 2, 2003!!!!
 
When I migrated all my old .html pages to this new WordPress format, there was one file missing. . . despite me spending a fuckin' month painstakingly migrating all 770 TDR reports one at a time into wordpress, I didn't transfer this one page. Why?  Because IT WAS MISSING FROM THE FUCKIN' BACKUP COPIES ALSO. What the hell, man?
 
I just realized it now because I tried to view it and it wasn't there suddenly. Fuck! How could shit simply vanish from the backups? Anyway, luckily just the .html page was missing; the  photos were still there, and – holy shit ! The text was even in my fuckin' diary, of all places. So it was possible to re-construct the whole thing (tiny, pre-fiberoptic-cable-sized .jpgs, immature writing and all). When you see it, you'll understand why.
 
This takes place at the OLD earth-dom club, in west shinjuku – the one that got shut down because of complaints from the mob-owned hostess club upstairs.
 
Without further ado, pull out your John Kerry for President bumper-stickers,  throw out your Mad Cow Disease-tainted beef, crank up "Crazy In Love (featuring Jay-Z)" and travel with me to the magical year of '03!
 

 
Today I went with Makiko (singer of grind band F.I.D.) to see Niku Dorei – it's a special show: a birthday show for their singer, Mr. Okada. Before the show, me and Makiko hang out on the curb with a friend of hers, this jovial hippy girl in patched cordoury pants and a terrible floppy wool hat.
 
The first band is called NIKU DOREI (肉奴隷, meaning MEAT SLAVE).   It’s yet ANOTHER noise band where Mr. Okada teams up with a  female saxophone player.  
 
You got to hand it to the guy, anyone can be a bisexual masochist exhibitionist, but to have a fetish for playing in a dozen different noise bands with a dozen different female saxophonists, that’s pretty perverted. 

 
second band: gore beyond necropsy!
Gore beyond necropsy had a great gimmick: a grindcore band who dressed like the Stray Cats. But the singer didn’t have a costume, he just looked like some random jock, which totally wrecked it. But they had the most insane distortion I’ve ever heard, and the guitarists hammed it up like crazy with sleazy little moustaches and sunglasses indoors and ELVIS shirts and stuff. . .
 

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NO THINK played generic 20 second, DROP DEAD style hardcore songs. They were mainly interesting because
a)     the lady doing sound was so utterly untalented she found a way to make the kick drum feed back
b)     they had two singers, who looked like identical twin dwarf bodybuilders, these little pitbull looking guys spazzing out. Which was awesome, but would have been EVEN MORE awesome if they did klezmer, or R&B slow jams, with those singers.
 

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SOLMANIA did OK noise. . . the problem was, he had TOO many pedals. He must have had 5 or 6 delay loops going at once. So the different sound effects kind of got in each other’s way. I would have preferred it if he just used one or 2 effects at once and then gradually changed them throughout the course of the 40 minute performance, taking us on a guided tour of his sonic landscape. . . . I think stomping on every pedal all the time is like eating all the M&Ms at once. 
 
But the main star of the show was his GUITAR. .. if you can even CALL it a guitar anymore. He’s progressed from home-made RADIO-SHACK looking guitars with 5 necks to this utterly slick, glorious, custom Star-Trek-Meets-Lowrider (Meets-Old-School-Folgers-Crystals-Commercial-Meets-MC Escher) beauty of a guitar. Every time you look at it, you see some new device he’s glued to it. Pickups in random spots, tuning pegs in random spots, strings of odd widths going wrong directions, knobs, little twiddley bits that I can’t even begin to guess their function. I’m not a real guitar nerd: I can’t tell the difference between an AC/DC guitar and a Jimi Hendrix guitar and I don’t even care!!! But, If he had spent half his show just talking about how he designed it (with projections of blueprints, and a laser pointer, etc) , I would have been pleased as punch! And if he’d spend half of NO THINK’s show talking about his guitar I would have been even happier. . . .
 
There was some guy looking like the Japanese Gibby (from butthole surfers), in a corner doing some crazy little dance like he was a one man mosh pit while also manipulating invisible puppets which were headbanging, the puppets were.
 

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what the hell, man?!?!

Can we see just the guitar?

How about just the pedals?

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OK, now how's bout some rockin'?!?!?

Later, Slmania had a fan:

Who is this masked man? Read on, homepiss.


Finally, PAIN JERK ENEMA SYRINGE played. They had the best ‘noise’ of the night: the band produced a thick wall of oppressive sludgy noise. Unfortunately they had the unenviable job being a seven foot tall, butt-raping transvestite’s backup band, so nobody paid any attention to them.  
 
The vocalist was guess who? Okada-san again, who was doing this amazing death metal woofing while wearing nothing but a rubber mask and g-string, and then throwing the microphone into the audience and bonking fools on the head with it.
 
 

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Later, the sadist emerged in full drag-queen makeup and performed a variety of stunts including bondage, rubber balls up the butt, candle wax, golden showers. dildo shenanigans also ensued. This by itself was pretty boring, but what made it awesome was the audience!!

This wasn’t the usual too-cool SM audience who like to stand around with arms crossed like guys at the front row of a Yingwe concert studying the techique. . .

 

This was an audience of liquered-up punks who had never seen this kind of stuff before, and went into full-on hootin’ and hollerin’ Jerry-Springer-Audience mode in seconds flat. While everyone else was watching things dissapear up Okada-san’s butt, I was busy taking pictures of THEM.

Here’s the only part that shocked me: Afterwards, I learned that the huge trannie dominatrix was in fact the little, laid-back hippy girl I’d met before the show!

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Before we show the s/m, let's show you the audience's reactions, and let you IMAGINE:

Below, the guitarist of Gore Beyond Necropsy giggles uncontrollably at the emergence of the dildo.

Other expressions ran the gamut from concern . . .

Horror. . .

Disgust. . .

vicarious suffering. . .

shock . . .

morbid curiousity

hilarity . . .

 

nausea . . .

more nausea. . .

Below, Makiko and Yukimi (from Keruppino) contemplate the festivities.

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Anyway, here was the show:

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挿入!!!

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below: the aftermath.

Mr. Okada gets another brithday present:

And, inevitably:

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  1. sephim May 15th, 2010 7:17 am

    Man, that fucking GUITAR… Awesome as hell.  It's like somebody saw Young Einstein and went "his guitar isn't fucked up enough".
    Also, how the hell do I get to your Warusaru page with the music list/mp3s/discography/etc?  It's like it's gone AWOL.

  2. Keith McX May 19th, 2010 9:23 pm

    This looked like the best show ever. Good stuff.

  3. Cami May 21st, 2010 7:28 pm

    Hey – do you know an Osaka equivalent to your site? I am stuck for shit to do there…. can't find fuck all on the web.
    Cheers!
    ps. that shows insane.

  4. szaszha May 21st, 2010 10:17 pm

    wicked. i was reading this site and 2003 and i dont even think i saw this then. did noise dude ever show up at any other shows?

  5. Sarah May 22nd, 2010 3:46 am

    I'm truly glad that such a special night out has not been lost to posterity.

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