Ain’t no way on earth one of those bands can be confused with one of the others.
I think it’s still around because every now and then, someone emails me about some crazy shit I wrote for them a decade ago that’s still apparently floating around in cyberspace.
Doo Rag played in front of Value Village on 4th Ave at their start, practiced in a tool shed nearby, while other bands had jobs inside the store.
It’s my way of saying “fuck you” for being so, so, so all-consuming. So have a listen.
Seriously… I hate this band name. But bad band names do not always denote bad bands (though maybe Nørb is right).
Hope you enjoy this half as much as I do putting it together.
My old roommate, Bean, made an awesome mix tape for me years ago with a bunch of obscure bands that started an avalanche of obsession with a lot of underground music.
Is there something wrong with my brain because I feel a Phil Ochs song (a rag at that) naturally fits nestled in between Harpoon Guns and Sex/Vid?
Problems with all types of authority….
Never go to a Neubauten show without earplugs. The stories surrounding the loudness of the band’s set are not exaggerated.