Cassette, C60
Label :
S.J. Organisation, France, circa 1987
Ripped by
Rubbish
"Psycodrama are two beerbellied, bearded men who long ago went to art school and then went on to Virginia, where they “died.” Listening to their music—a cat wailing over disco beats and songs about Jesus and asses (sticking cocks up them and poop coming out of them)—is for me like looking in a mirror, if only I were a redneck homosexual in my thirties. I write them a fan letter—their only one, I believe, and they immediately invite me to join the troupe. I spend my eighteenth birthday with Gator and Bubba (Brett and Jim) in Virginia making a video where we all eat bacon and sausage and drink whiskey at a restaurant called Grandma’s, and laugh about terrible things until I think I’m going to be sick. And then they drive me around the hills of Virginia drunk, talking over and over about “twee” instead of “three” (I don’t get it, but it cracks both of them up every single time) and their plans to beat up our friend Wha whose mother did heroin so he has very long arms and very tiny legs and their next tape which they will call Nigger. They swerve all over the gravelly road until I’m so scared I start crying. On the train home the next day, I feel like I hate them, but a letter from Brett explaining that what they did to me was “theatre” convinces me that I got what I claimed to want. My favourite authors (all stolen from Andrew) theorize on terror and absurdity, but it was my drive with the hairy, horrible men through the backwoods that was fast and real, with taste (the bacon and sausage kept coming back up) and touch and sound. Suckdog are feral. Psycodrama—the way they play with racism, sexism and homophobia—are more seasoned, more dangerous. I want in." (Lisa Crystal Carver,
Drugs are nice, London, Snowbooks, 2006, p. 58-59)
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