Amoeba Hollywood Unveils New Punk Section! Check Out 10 Classic Punk Records.

Posted by Billy Gil, August 24, 2012 03:15pm | Post a Comment
Following the lead of Amoeba San Francisco and Berkeley, Amoeba Hollywood has debuted its own punk section. The section, located in the main room, straight back and on the left from when you walk into the store, has loads of CDs, LPs, Punk T-shirts and patches. Genres include Punk, Hardcore, Oi, Crust, Thrash, Metalcore, and more.

The video below shows some of the shirts you can find at Amoeba.

Check out a list of classic punk and hardcore records you can find in the store, many of which have their roots right here in our little corner of the country (more specifically, L.A., especially The South Bay, and Orange County).
adolescentsAdolescents – Adolescents (CD or LP)
A supergroup of sorts formed in Fullerton, with members of Agent Orange and Social Distortion, Adolescents’ first album influenced legions with a sound that remained tuneful and dynamic within the hardcore punk rock frame of mostly short songs played hard and fast. It’s difficult to imagine Orange County descendants like Pennywise, The Offspring and No Doubt solidifying the So. Cal. punk sound without this first combustible blast of a record. Plus, their first single was called “Amoeba,” so that’s awesome too!

bad brainsBad Brains – Bad Brains (CD or LP)
How to describe Bad Brains and their first originally cassette-only release? Fucking insane. Former jazz fusion guitarist Dr. Know formed the band as a crossroads between punk and reggae, but DC-based Bad Brains hardly held back from extremes, as tracks like “Supertouch / Shitfit” and “Pay to Cum” are hardcore at its rawest, with singer H.R.’s banshee wail sailing over power-chord surge, sandwiching songs like the six-minute plus straight-faced dub of “I Luv I Jah.”

black flagBlack Flag – Damaged (CD or LP)
Despite their tough image — just look at that cover art — Hermosa Beach-based Black Flag were and are so beloved because they had the best songs, catchiest riffs and most charismatic frontman in hardcore. Henry Rollins’ infectious chants and grunts make “Rise Above” the fist-pumper above all others, and songs like “Six Pack” and “TV Party” are the ultimate dude-party anthems — “I’ve got a six-pack and nothing to do!” Its effects are still felt in unexpected ways — brainy indie rock band Dirty Projectors’ breakthrough was a full-album cover of Damaged, from years-ago memory.
Circle Jerks Group SexCircle Jerks – Group Sex (CD or LP)
Of all the original hardcore bands, Circle Jerks seemed to be having the most fun. Their “Live Fast Die Young” credo still rings true today because they didn’t seem like they were so serious about it, or anything, for that matter. Formed by Black Flag’s original vocalist, Keith Morris, and ex-Redd Kross guitarist Greg Hetson, Group Sex churning out hard, very fast and very short (no song breaks the two-minute mark) party-rock songs that tear down L.A. douchebags (“Beverly Hills, Century City/Everything so nice and pretty/All the people look the same/Don’t they know they’re so damn lame?”) and tell the world to go right up their asses.
descendentsDescendents – Milo Goes to College (CD or LP)
If The Descendents are the nerdiest hardcore band, they’re also one of the cleverest. Milo Goes to College taps into angst from high school to college to work and relationships, kind of making everything seem shitty but also worth laughing at. From taking the piss outta rich kids (“I’m Not a Loser”) to parents who won’t shut up (“Parents”) to wanting marriage over sex (“Marriage”) to writing a punk song about not being a punk (“I’m Not a Punk”), The Descendents’ music was funny but also was poignant in some ways.

fear the recordFear – The Record (CD)
Led by wild man (and Clue actor!) Lee Ving, Fear weren’t particular fond of being tasteful with songs like “Fuck Christmas” and lyrics that weren’t so nice to gays, women or anyone. However, confrontation is Fear’s M.O., and playing into aggression in order to expose it is a brilliant part of that — take “Foreign Policy’s” lyrics: “Hatred is purity! Weakness is disease! Where we bury you! It’s manifest destiny!” Fear also sang a lot about beer and trying to get laid. This record is full of bile but also some really well-written songs — “I Don’t Care About You,” “I Love Livin’ In the City.”

The Germs – M.I.A.: The Complete Germs (CD)
My favorites. The Germs always seemed to me like a punk band for the rest of us, maybe because frontman Darby Crash was gay and was more interested in hating himself than gays or women (self-mutilation; suicide), and bassist Lorna Doom was a girl and had a cool name. They could barely play their instruments at first and yet produced some of punk’s most idiosyncratic and cool music, like the infectious “Lexicon Devil” and beautifully doomed “We Must Bleed.” They only really had one album, G.I. (available on LP); for a collection that includes nearly all of their recordings, M.I.A. is startlingly consistent and crucial.

nofxNOFX – Punk in Drublic (CD)
NOFX remained quintessentially punk by avoiding major labels and staying true to their ska-tinged post-hardcore pop-punk sound, reaching its zenith on this 1994 album. White high school kids in So. Cal. love this shit like no other!


rise againstRise Against – The Unravelling (CD or LP)
Many emo bands could do right by returning to listen to Rise Against’s The Unravelling. The band was one of the best to update Husker Du and Rites of Spring’s fusion of hardcore sensibilities with pop melodies without the former just being a badge of honor — Tim McIlrath’s vocals shred on true hardcore gems like “Great Awakening” while opening the sound to radio-friendly choruses.

youth of todayYouth of Today – Can’t Close My Eyes (CD)
Viscerally demanding second-wave straight edge purveyors Youth of Today helped make not eating meat or drinking alcohol seem cool. They recently reunited for shows, so listening to Can’t Close My Eyes needn’t be an exercise in nostalgia — hopefully you can see them live or maybe get some new Youth of Today some day soon!




Posted by Job O Brother, April 29, 2008 11:13am | Post a Comment
Directions: Imagine Mr. Brother living another day, as always, with music playing. Whether it’s one of his trusty iPods, or his home stereo, or working the soundtracks section of Amoeba Music Hollywood, Mr. Brother is eating, sonically, with the mouths of his ears.

To simulate this experience, as you read the below story of a day lived, you will be given certain music clips to play. These are inserted to provide you with the same tunes Job was hearing as he was doing what you’ll be reading.

For example, while he was writing the above directions, he was listening to this:

So, I was at Target the other day, looking to see if Method had launched any new cleaning products (which they had – a new toilet bowl cleanser, so I was happy), when I found myself looking at the pet toy section with fresh interest.

I decided to purchase a cat laser. That is, a little plastic mouse which shoots a red laser point; the idea being that the cat will think the red spot is some kind of living, flying, glowing thing and chase it around. Not every cat registers the laser, however, so spending the four dollars was a real risk on my part. You know me, though – I live on the edge. Cat laser? Purchased!

Before I left Target, I put my courage to the sticking place and ventured into the men’s restroom. The men’s restroom at the West Hollywood Target reminds me of jail, somehow. And yes, I’ve been to jail, thank you for asking.

Everything was going well – if not for my olfactory sense. I was washing my paws. A few sinks over from me was an old man in a porkpie hat. I watched, transfixed, as he removed both his upper and lower teeth and set them on the very public, men’s restroom sink.
I quickly left. I didn’t want the janitor to have to clean up any regurgitated Vitamin Water on my account.

I walked home and fantasized about the different kinds of bold and delicious sandwiches I could make using doughnuts for bread. I’ve never actually done this, but I think about it. A lot. No matter what I contrive, however, I always come back to this fantasy of a simple glazed doughnut, cut in half, holding a few slices of warm ham and Swiss cheese. This obsession of mine is made all the more odd when you consider I don’t like doughnuts and actually hate sliced ham. For this reason, when I dream this recipe, I imagine feeding it to someone else, and watching them love it. Why do I want this to happen? I don’t understand. Sometimes I even imagine I own a restaurant, and the doughnut/ham/Swiss sandwich is an entrée. This is a long paragraph. Way too long for a blog. Unless, of course, it’s a blog entry about Guantanamo Bay, in which case, lengthy paragraphs are justified, if not because the subject matter is complex, then simply because the name of the place is so long. Guantanamo Bay, Guantanamo Bay, Guantanamo Bay, Guantanamo Bay… See how much room that took up? And I only mentioned it four times!

I’m drinking coffee right now, obviously. Corey and I stopped by his favorite café, Stir Crazy, on Melrose.

It is rad, I must say. It reminds me of the coffeehouses that dominate the northern half of the West Coast. The barista was this charismatic lass with curly locks who gushed over how soy milk bleeds into the coffee, leaving Corey envious that she could so lose herself in a moment. Meanwhile, I was studying the covers of the magazines they had displayed and doing what I always do – looking into the eyes of the cover models and trying to discern how they were “really feeling” when the photo was taken, as opposed (if opposed) to how the photographer wanted to portray them.

"Hmm... A taco would sure hit the spot..."

I just got an email from our new blog editor. You didn’t know we had an editor, did you? (This rhetorical question is meant for those of you who didn’t know. I want those of you few readers who did know to know I knew you knew, because I care about you and never want you to feel alienated. Now kiss me!)

Through her email I learned that she loves Pinkberry, which reminds me of the time I went to Pinkberry with Corey…

See, I had tried Pinkberry but Corey had not. So we went to the new location at the Farmer’s Market at The Grove. That’s pretty much the story. He got some and I didn’t, ‘cause I’m not that into it. But he liked it. I didn’t say it was a good story – only that her email reminded me of the story. Not every single thing I do is fat-with-a-ph.

Oh! I almost forgot - the cat laser? Fangs LOVES IT. Thank you for asking.

Here’s what’s playing as I’m about to save, edit and post this entry: