G.G. Allin

there is a certain litmus test i've found to be rather effective in my years on this planet. when meeting people for the first time, if the conversation turns to music, mention G.G. Allin. if they are unaware or react with revulsion, do not give up hope. in all likelihood, they are fine people.

but for some, this is the moment when you will truly know if they are brothers and sisters.

i remember reading about him in a FLIPSIDE magazine a long time ago. and then i got the music. and then i heard the stories. now i don't know how much of those stories was true...it was just what i heard. but i was for goddamm sure i wasn't going anywhere near that motherfucker.

i got to meet his brother and talk with him at an Antiseen show. nice guy, that Merle. but i'll save that for another time.

Mark Prindle - critic, genius, connoisseur - hits the broken bottle into G.G.'s forehead in a review of Raw, Brutal, Rough & Bloody - Best of 1991 Live DVD. To wit:

THIS is the one to save for future generations when they ask to see footage of former U.S. president George W. Bush. As the camera begins, GG is naked to the gills, standing on a stage surrounded on all sides by "hipsters" out to see the freak show, presumably assuming that they are "cool" enough to detachedly snicker at GG's belligerence without incident. GG responds as follows (in chronological order): (a) trying to trade his beer tickets to an audience member for a blow job, (b) grabbing two women by the hair and trying to forcefully drag them onto the stage, (c) bending over, spreading his legs and letting loose a stream of diarrhea onto the stage, (d) scooping the waste into his hand and flinging it all over the audience members on all sides of him, (e) rubbing diarrhea all over his torso and penis, (f) getting on his hands and knees and licking up the diarrhea, (g) bashing the microphone into his head over and over until he is completely covered in blood, (h) complaining about the malfunctioning microphone and casually urinating on the side of the stage, (i) catching urine in his hand and slapping it up into his waiting mouth, (j) spitting a blast of urine into the audience, (k) looking around and exclaiming, "Hey! Where did everybody go?", (l) beginning his first song.

oh man...i'm feeling dirty already. let's wrap this up, shall we?

listen: G.G. Allin - fuck women i've never had [a Hank Jr. "cover"]
buy: G.G. Allin stuff