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Watch the video for Mike Faloon’s book The Other Night at Quinn’s


Directed by Brett Essler. For a list of the 30 visual clips and 21 sound bits used in the video, check out Brett’s super-cool annotations.

We at Razorcake/Gorsky Press couldn’t be more proud of this great book. We have it available directly from us at a very reasonable price. Click here to read the first twenty-five pages.

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Don’t let The Other Night at Quinn’s: New Adventures in the Sonic Underground scare you. Yes, it’s a creative non-fiction collection about the explosive uncertainty of free jazz in a diner-turned-club in upstate NY.

But you didn’t have to do mounds of coke and wreck Italian sports cars to be riveted by Neil Strauss’ Mötley Crüe tell-all, The Dirt. You didn’t need to live in a rat-infested apartment on the Lower East Side of Manhattan to be swept up in Legs McNeil’s oral punk history Please Kill Me.

And you don’t need to embrace the steep wall and seeming chaos of improvised music to enjoy Mike Faloon’s The Other Night at Quinn’s. Like the best of Ali Smith, David Shields, and Mary Roach, it’s not just the topic. It’s your guide. It’s Faloon’s approach of deep immersion and careful listening. His wit, openness, and sympathy for whom he’s writing about. His absorption of audio pandemonium, filtered through a buzzing membrane, and translated into text as propulsive and vibrant as the music itself.

Mike Faloon is your guide throughout The Other Night at Quinn’s, a fascinating window into a community of creators surviving beyond the mainstream in an otherwise overlooked outpost of the cultural underground that cuts across distinctions of culture, gender, race, age, and genre. The Other Night at Quinn’s is a circuitous anatomy of a scene where initially opaque and elliptical experiences are transformed into the rewards of deeper understanding and humanity.

More praise for The Other Night at Quinn’s

“…like listening to a jazz impresario reflecting and improvising … a lucidly well-written journey.” –Rudy Wurlitzer, Nog, Two Lane Blacktop

“A joyful exploration every bit as impassioned, provocative, and searching as the music and musicians it celebrate…Read this book.” –Josh Wilker, author of Benchwarmer and Cardboard Gods

“Carefully and thoughtfully leads the reader into unknown territory with an infectious charm.” –Jennifer Whiteford, Grrrl, a Novel and Matilda Zine

About the author

Mike Faloon is a former DJ, dishwasher, and drummer. He is the author of The Hanging Gardens of Split Rock and co-editor of Fan Interference. Faloon co-founded the Go Metric and Zisk zines and has contributed to Cabildo Quarterly, Cashiers du Cinemart, Razorcake, Submerging Writers, and Vol. 1 Brooklyn. He has toured often in the past decade, with stops at the UCB Theatre and the Baseball Hall of Fame. Faloon lives in upstate New York.

Interview with Royal Headache by Sal Go

Royal Headache performance and interview with Shogun at the BlackCat, DC 7/14/2017

From the Cosmic Psychos, Bits Of Shit, and Radio Birdman, Royal Headache continues a great tradition of Australian punk rock. The frontman, Shogun, talks about growing up as a hardcore kid, playing in the US vs. places with less punk music, stuff he’s been listening to lately, and the next record. (Excerpts of Songs included: “High,” “My Own Fantasy”)

Video by Sal Go (

Burger Boogaloo 2017 by Ever aka The Girl About Town, Short Film by Alxis Ratkevich

Burger Boogaloo kicked off summer at Mosswood Park in warm and inviting Oakland. The weather was divinely warm with a cool breeze. We expected it to be way too hot, but were pleasantly surprised by the weather as well as the amenities at this year’s event. A variety of age groups and walks of life covered the park. It was best put by the filthiest host alive, John Waters himself, who cleverly talked about that it would be more outrageous to have no tattoos or to dress like a cop to look original in the sea of people.

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Guitar Wolf gave the audience more than their money’s worth on day one. It’s hard to believe there were so many people there who witnessed Guitar Wolf for the first time; it kind of made me wish I was in their shoes, seeing that rock’n’roll mayhem from Nagasaki , Japan. Playing covers by Eddie Cochran and Vince Taylor alongside their hits like “Wolf Rock,” “Jet Generation,” and “Fujiyama Attack.” Even with the passing of Billy—better known as Bass Wolf—Seiji (Guitar Wolf) and Toru (Drum Wolf) continue to play as if Bass Wolf was still there in spirit. Seiji stage dived into the sea of new fans only to pull himself up on stage with a member of the audience. They then battled guitar riffs well into the evening with Toru and U.G. (Billy’s replacement) in tow.

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Guitar Wolf was the perfect choice to get the crowd ready for the one and only Iggy Pop. The sun set like the earth knew we would have to brace ourselves for the force which is the godfather of punk himself, Iggy Pop. He jumped right into “I Wanna Be Your Dog,” flailing his rubber band-like physique, reminding us of concert footage from 1969. When it comes to live performances, Iggy never disappoints. He had us all in a mix of tears and yelling our hearts out to jams like “Repo Man,” “TV Eye,” “No Fun,” “Lust for Life,” and ending his set with “Real Wild Child.” Day one was a one for the books and had me eager for day two.

Sunday jumped off to slightly cooler weather. We got there as Los Angeles cuties La Luz were getting ready to hit the Gone Shrimpin Stage—described best by John Waters as the female’s equivalent to have a dick and getting it sucked. La Luz brought their surf style to the festival with songs like “You Disappear,” “I Can’t Speak,” “Damp Face,” and “Call me in the Day,” while they moved the crowd to dance throughout their set.

We checked out the vendors and food options while we waited for Shannon And The Clams. It was in the air that Shannon would soon start her set. People were waiting in anticipation thirty minutes before they were due to setup. Shannon And The Clams were shocked to see the amount of fans ready for their set. The crowd erupted in dancing, slam dancing, and stages dives while hits like “You Let Me Rust,” “Sleep Talk,” “Runaway,” and “Gone by the Dawn” resonated the park. A sea of fans and thirsty-ass girls tried to make the set about them. I was very pleased I found my shoe that I lost in-between the songs “Heads or Tails” and “Point of Being Right.” Shannon announced that she would catch everyone at Butt City where Los Angeles’s own X would be hitting the stage.

I feel we caught X on a bad day because it wasn’t what I was used to hearing or seeing live from them; so much so that it made us leave shortly after.

All and all though, Burger Boogaloo was amazing and worthwhile. See ya next year, Burger Boogaloo 2018.

Featured recent videos from Razorcake’s YouTube Channel!

Razorcake is based in Southern California. We’re happy to have so many venues, shows, and bands around us. So happy, we made a YouTube channel a while back full of uploads of shows and readings to share with the world. We want to make DIY punk more accessible, and we want to keep celebrating good music.

Watching videos of live bands is almost like being at show. If you don’t do crowds, if you haven’t had time to go out lately, or if there’s just no shows around you, we got you covered. Here are five of our favorite recent uploads, all videos of punk bands playing venues in Southern California. Check out the whole Razorcake YouTube channel for cool uploads of bands, readings and compelling donation drive videos.

Three of the bands are not all men.
Two of them have Dog in their band names.

We do our part.

Dog Party – Cry / Dead Guy (live at Acerogami, 3/29/2017)
Video by Marty Ploy (the partys over media)

The Stupid Daikini – Henrenee (live at Out of the Park Pizza, 3/11/2017)
Video by Marty Ploy (the partys over media)

Good Dog – Shipwreck Inn (live at Characters, 3/13/2017)
Video by Marty Ploy (the partys over media)

Never Old Bones – Like Me (live at VLHS, 2/24/2017)
Video by Marty Ploy (the partys over media)

Kira Jari – Let Go / Royce / The Cackle is Backle (live at Characters, 3/13/2017)
Video by Marty Ploy (the partys over media)

Razorcake Has a YouTube Channel, a Public Service Announcement

On Sept. 30, 2011, Razorcake launched its YouTube channel. Since then, we’ve uploaded 2,130 videos of DIY punk that have collectively been watched over a million times. The lion’s share has been uploaded by Marty Ploy. Thanks Marty.

We don’t monetize the videos in any way.

If Youtube inserts advertisements into our videos, it’s against our will.

Here are the top 10 all-time viewed videos currently on our channel.

Thanks for watching.
-Todd Taylor

Leftover Crack (w/ Jesse Michaels) – Sound System / Unity (live at Bridgetown DIY, 12/19/2015)

Matt Skiba – Good Fucking Bye (live at UCR The Barn, 1/25/2012) (1 of 2)

Joyce Manor – Beach Community (live at Division 9, 9/6/2011) (2 of 2)

Ty Segall – Imaginary Person + You Make The Sun Fry (live at Permanent Records, 10/19/2011)

Iron Chic – Cutesy Monster Man (live at VLHS, 3/16/14) (1 of 4)

Brendan Kelly – Quincetuple Your Money (live at VLHS, 9/3/2012)

Waxahatchee – Game of Pricks (live at VLHS, 3/5/2012) (4 of 4)

Leftover Crack – 500 Channels (Choking Victim) (live at Bridgetown DIY, 12/19/2015)

Waxahatchee – 8athtub (live at VLHS, 3/5/2012) (2 of 4)

RVIVR – Rain Down + Edge of Living (live at VLHS, 4/2/2012) (1 of 4)


If you enjoy and value what you see, read, and hear on, please consider a tax-deductible donation for our continued survival.

Boogaloo and after party 2016 videos, Feat. Fresh Young Fellows, Fink (Teengenerate), Angry Samoans, The Bananas, Gooch Palms, by Jennifer Federico

And if you’re still hankering for more Burger Bogaloo, run
through our playlist from 2015 here.

Razorcake Donation Drive Video 2015

The Scenics Video Preview : First wave Toronto art punk from 1978 By Dale

During the first wave of punk rock in the mid-to-late ‘70s, there was already a subgenre splintering off, riding side-by-side with this new-fangled brand of rock’n’roll. These bands of the more art-inclined subgenre held their own—notably NYC’s Suicide, Television, Richard Hell And The Voidoids, and Talking Heads.

Summer 1976: cut northwest of NYC into Canada, almost eight hundred miles away to the city of Toronto. The meeting of two guys in their late teens sparked a band as worthy as their NYC contemporaries. That band is The Scenics.

This brand new video below features the 1978 track “I Killed Marx,” from their brand new collective release, In the Summer / The Scenics Studio Recordings 1977-78.

To check out other Scenics recordings, years of interesting history, and other recent going-ons, visit their website, or drop by and say hey to founding member Andy Meyers at his Facebook page:

–Designated Dale

How Razorcake Is Sort Of Made: A documentary

Matt Hart’s video handiwork takes you through the best part of zine making: picking up the finished product! 

Pro Tip: do plenty of stretching before loading and unloading an entire pallet of zines.

We consider it a bi-monthly zine workout. Enjoy!

Music by Chantey Hook – Underground (which you can buy right here!)

PS. Razorcake does not approve of the ads that appear in our videos. Razorcake does not pay YouTube for any services, nor has Razorcake monetized any of the videos that appear on our channel. The ads you see are inserted without our permission!

Issue #80 Anniversary Party Video Roundup By Genesis Bautista

The Razorcake Issue #80 Anniversary Party was held on May 31. Summer Vacation, DFMK, and Handski performed. There were readings by Bianca Barragan and Patrick O’Neil. Of course, all of this information can be found on the show flyer—the same flyer I stared at on the day of while I clutched my aching stomach and tried to be in close proximity of my bathroom.

I’ve gone to shows whilst sick (I apologize to anyone I might have infected at a show like this), so I was contemplating doing it again. I woke up that Saturday morning ready and excited to go to the party. I got ready for my big day ahead and heated up some left-over vegetables from the day before because I was too lazy to make a proper breakfast. That is when my gastrointestinal torture began…

As I took my last bite, I heard my stomach gurgling. It was that moment I realized the sheer horror of my left-over vegetable breakfast. Within seconds my stomach began to feel irritated, aching and gurgling for help. What had I just done to my stomach? What had I just done to my day? I couldn’t hold it. I rushed to the bathroom and knew I would be spending my night with my toilet.

The following hours were spent in my room lying on the floor, sweat dripping from my forehead, holding my guts, and dashing to the bathroom. What wrong had I done to cause this misfortune upon myself? Am I really so sick that I won’t even make it to the show tonight? I couldn’t bear the thought of missing the show. I told myself that the sickness wouldn’t stop me, that a little stomachache was nothing. I tried to hold to my resolve, but my intestines rumbled more and more, causing me to barricade myself in a toilet paper fortress. As eight thirty drew closer, I knew my illness had defeated me—that tonight would be a no-show kind of night. No live music, no interesting readings by interesting folks, no memories outside of the confinement of my home. I cursed my stomach sickness for my boringly ill night.

Thus, I wish I could write more than just the information on the flyer. I wish could write about how enthralling Bianca Barragan and Patrick O’Neil’s readings were. I wish I could describe in full detail how Summer Vacation took the stage, and got everyone to shout “I am a dirty little emo boy!” when they played “Vice City,”; how DFMK induced the crowd to mosh, and that one dude who attempted to crowd surf during their set; how Handski got the whole room to dance, and writhe frantically; how the whole place was musky and humid, and everywhere you turned you saw a sweat-drenched body—write about the gleeful smiles from the crowd that witnessed the adrenaline musical event. I wish I could detail the whole event in its epicness, instead of my stomach ordeal, but I would be bullshitting you, because I wasn’t there. Most of all, I wish I would have never eaten that bowl of left-over cooked vegetables. Damn you, zucchini, carrot, tomato, and corn mix breakfast.