Want to put me away, say that I'm not fit
Call me a pervert, 'cause I'm always running wild
Say that I'm an animal, an abortion as a child
You'll never tame me of the things that I do
I'll always be a pervert and I'll always hate you
I'll always be an animal, work myself into a fit
I run with sleazy women and I smell like shit"
-G.G. Allin, "You'll Never Tame Me"
A lot of my friends don't understand or hell, just plain don't like my love of G.G. Allin. "He was a racist" they'll say. "Well... Not exactly", I'll say. "He was a rapist and a junkie and a piece of shit", they may retort. "Yeah, but that's a drastically severe oversimplification of the situation" I'll say. You see, G.G. is a kind of human that transcends (or transgressed?) all of that stuff. Yes, the things he said were terrible, the things he did were probably worse and no, I wouldn't want him sleeping on my couch with my little girls running around the house. G.G. is, for me a creature whose actions were a real time, unfiltered manifestation of a person who was truly broken. A lot of rockers and punks claim that they want to overthrow the establishment or burn down the world, but in reality they're fashion posers. Swipe some money under their nose and they'll sign the multi-record, major label deal and start selling cheeseburgers or tennis shoes with a smile. G.G. would have smeared shit on the contract, punched the record exec in the face and tattooed his chest with the broken ink pen. G.G. and his brother Merle experienced all kinds of things as little kids at the hands of an abusive and insane Dad (those words probably don't even start to explain the situation). G.G. was catharsis and "id" in it's purest human form. Man as animal - no better and probably worse than those things that run around on four legs, eating shit and fucking or biting whatever gets in their way. The thing that punk was supposed to be but wasn't. The thing that Iggy Pop and Sid Vicious were supposed to be but weren't.
My love affair with G.G. Allin's music came in the form of a French import compilation CD called "Dirty Love Songs". This was mostly earlier G.G. stuff - a lot of almost silly and poppy songs about sex that went over the line into the dirtier side of dirty. Songs using the most base street terminology to describe things like fecal play, urine drinking, puking and the joys and pain associated with hypodermic needles full of penicillin in the nether region to cure what ailed him. There were songs about destroying everyone and everything including himself. Songs about hating everyone and everything, including himself. You see, that's part of the thing I don't think people understand. When G.G. Allin transmitted his particular brand of hate speech, it wasn't just toward other races or sexes it was toward EVERYTHING THAT HAD OR WILL EVER EXIST. So was G.G. a racist? He sure did use the word "Nigger" and "Jew" quite a bit but not as someone who thought himself any better than those folks he was shitting upon. He certainly used the word "faggot", "slut" and "whore" but not as anyone who held himself to be above these people he punched in the face. G.G. was real and true pure nihilism and real and true and pure nihilism does not hold it's tongue from using "the N word" nor does it tip over the apple cart and then go lay down in a warm bed with clean sheets. G.G. was a machine gun with pure and unfiltered hatred and disdain for EVERYTHING and EVERYONE. When the P.C. crowd talks about "equality" they could take a cue from G.G. Allin. I thought I was broken and perverted from my upbringing. I thought I had hatred for authority. G.G. showed me the edges of that world that I hadn't even considered. For many of us, G.G. made us feel better about ourselves and our situations or gave a voice to those of us who were living in shit as a result of our childhood abuses or drug habits or sexual hang ups. It's one of those situations where a friend is constantly crying that he is going to kill himself and you load the gun and put it in his hand and call him out on it (not that many of you have ever had to experience that, I hope) or in "It's a Wonderful Life" when the Angel comes to show Jimmy Stewart how much worse it could be if he offed himself or was never born. When his father named him Jesus Christ Allin (later legally changed to Kevin Michael) at birth, little did he know that G.G. would be a sort of cathartic fire ball of a messiah for many of us. Like one of those crazed sadhus in India, covered in mud and the ashes of the dead, eating human flesh, sacrificing chickens, taking deadly poisons, flinging feces and chasing the tourists with a stick and growling at them - G.G. Allin was a Holy Saint inverted to show us the depths of suffering and for G.G. the way out of that suffering wasn't to clean up and get a job - it was a 1993 riot at a shitty punk rock venue and a narrow escape from police by diving through a plate glass window into the streets of New York, naked and covered in blood and shit and then a dive to the depths of a plastic bag filled with white powdered death. Sometimes there's not a happy ending.
My G.G. collection is mainly on CD, 7" vinyl and cassette but here are the two jewels in my collection of 12" black vinyl platters.
*As with all of my posts on this blog, I've linked the titles of the recordings to Amazon.com or other sources where you can get more info and purchase.
G.G. Allin - Doctrine of Mayhem (1990)
Side A:
Blood For You
Darkness And A Bottle To Hold
In This Room
Sluts In The City
Blood For You
Abuse Me (I Want To Die)
Side B:
I Wanna Fuck Myself
Needle Up My Cock
Assfuckin, Buttsuckin
You'll Never Tame Me
Bite It You Scum
I Wanna Piss On You
This is a collection, "Produced" by Dick Urine for Black & Blue Records. Contains some acoustic stuff, material from the original Cedar Street Sluts and material from the Scum Fucks.
G.G. Allin and the Texas Nazis - Boozing and Pranks (1988)
My copy doesn't have the sticker on the plain white sleeve. A basic blue label on the record with no track listing - just the title and label and copyright info on the A side and a big black swastika on the flipside. A friend bought this for me and got a really nasty look from the guy at the record store for purchasing it. Live stuff, this was originally a self released cassette, put out by G.G. himself in 1985.
Side A:
Hard Candy Cock
I'm Gonna Rape You
Teacher’s Pet
Eat My Diarrhea
Cock On The Loose
Side B:
I Wanna Fuck Myself
Needle Up My Cock
Abuse Myself, I Wanna Die
I Wanna Fuck Your Brains Out
Drink, Fight & Fuck
Scumfuc Tradition
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