#kid congo powers

[all-rock-and-roll-is-homosexual]

The Cramps in New York, 1982

📸: Curtis Knapp

#lux interior #poison ivy rorschach #kid congo powers #nick knox #the cramps

[guerrilla-operator]

THE CRAMPS

#the cramps #lux interior #poison ivy #kid congo powers #psychobilly #punk rock #gothabilly #nick knox #surf #punk

[undergroundrockpress]

Gun Club / Kid Congo Powers and Jeffrey Lee Pierce. Sydney, 1983. Photo : David Laing.

#rock photography #Gun Club #David Laing #1983 #Kid Congo Powers #Jeffrey Lee Pierce

[iamdangerace]

The Cramps

#kid congo powers #nick knox #poison ivy rorschach #lux interior

[theunderestimator-2]

Sally Norvell singing "Oh Bondage Up Yours!" on her punk stage debut as captured by Will Van Overbook back in 1978 in Austin, Texas, with Cold Sweat, a band that led to the Norvells.

Sally Norvell is an actor, director, writer and producer and most Wim Wenders fans may remember her appearance in "Paris, Texas" (1984) as 'Nurse Bibs' on a rubber horse behind the mirror of the peep show but her curriculum vitae also lists her as a frontwoaman who was central to Austin's punk history right from its inception. Having been one of the early punk rebels that attended the San Antonio show of the Sex Pistols (a game-changing moment for Austin's scene which basically sparked out of conversations between future pioneers in cars heading back to Austin from Randy's Rodeo in the wee hours of Jan. 9, 1978) and also having one of the best female punk voices according to the revered historian of Austin's music scene Margaret Moser, she fronted various bands who all shared members and gigs as an entwined entity, starting with Cold Sweat -who actually opened for The Huns during the notorious Raul's gig that turned into a riot after their singer Phil Tolstead kissed a cop on the lips-as well as The Violators, if I'm not mistaken, and followed by Motor Men, The Gator Family and The Norvells.

An important musical figure in her own right by this point, she spent the '80s leading the revisionist-swing combo Prohibition (also featuring members of Scratch Acid, Poison 13, and Glass Eye) and the '90s in the Congo Norvell, a long-lived partnership with Kid Congo Powers.

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#sally norvell #the norvells #austin #early punk scene #punk #punk rock #1978 #cosld sweat #the gator family #motor men #prohibition #congo norvell #kid congo powers #paris teas #wim wenders

[musickickztoo]

Kid Congo Powers  *March 27, 1959

#kid congo powers #the gun club #the cramps #nick cave and the bad seeds #the pink monkey birds #march 27

[disease]

SIOUXSIE SIOUX & KID CONGO @ DISNEYLAND [PHOTOGRAPHY: DONNA SANTISI | early 1980s]

#siouxsie sioux #kid congo powers #donna santisi #disneyland #music history #80s #black and white #monochrome #siouxsie and the banshees #photography #u #FAVE

[braveexhibitions]

The Cramps

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?????? 🤨🤨🤨🤨

(from kid congo's book, A New Kind Of Kick, regarding his time in the Bad Seeds)

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[bitter69uk]

Happy 65th birthday to iconic Mexican American punk musician, former guitarist in The Cramps, The Gun Club and Nick Cave & the Bad Seeds, author, raconteur and perennially suave mofo – Señor Kid Congo Powers (born Brian Tristan, 27 March 1959)! I haven’t read his memoirs Some New Kind of Kick yet – but I clearly need to. Pictured: Powers with The Cramps photographed by Curtis Knapp in New York, 1982.

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[gotankgo]

Donna Santisi is a photographer who documented the LA Punk scene in the early 80s, as well as shooting several iconic record covers, including the Cramps’ Psychedelic Jungle, the inner sleeve photos for The Name of This Band, Is Talking Heads, and the cover for the Pretenders’ Learning To Crawl. She also took these…

“One day Siouxsie Sioux wanted to go to Disneyland. It was Sioux, Kid Congo, Randy Kaye, and me. Sioux was really excited when we got there but once we were on Main Street, two security men came up to her and told her she had to leave. They said that she looked like an attraction and it would confuse the people in the park. Siouxsie was telling the men that she just wanted to see everything and go on the rides. They finally agreed that Sioux could stay if she covered up with Randy’s raincoat. We were followed all day by several security people with walkie talkies.”

«Though some credit this to being from Disneyland, it is likely this photo with Frankenstein’s Monster is from another time.»

#Donna Santisi #siouxsie sioux #kid congo powers

[spilladabalia]

Kid Congo & the Pink Monkey Birds (ft. Alice Bag) - "Wicked World"

#kid congo & the pink monkey birds #wicked world #kid congo powers #kiki solis #ron miller #alice bag #garage punk #punk blues #psychobilly #that delicious vice #2024 #Youtube

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#not sure if anyone has posted this yet but !! #the cramps #nick knox #kid congo powers #poison ivy rorschach #lux interior #psychobilly #garage rock #rock n roll

[undergroundrockpress]

The Cramps, 1981.

#rock photography #The Cramps #1981 #1980s #new wave fanzine #nick knox #kid congo powers #poison ivy #lux interior #underground press

[dustedmagazine]

Kid Congo and the Pink Monkey Birds — That Delicious Vice (In the Red)

That Delicious Vice, or Ese Vicio Delicioso, is the Spanish title for Kid Congo Power’s autobiography (in America, it’s called Some Kind of Kick).  It’s quite a story, as the protagonist moves in and among late 20th century rock and roll’s most illustrious bands—Gun Club which he founded with Jeffrey Pierce, the Cramps and Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds—and through harrowing periods of addiction. That Delicious Vice, the album, feels like a companion piece, revisiting the colorful characters and milieus of Powers’ life story, with long-time friend and fellow traveler Alice Bag in tow.

The album’s first half is its best half, a rollicking set of surf/rockabilly/garage rock ragers, all tied loosely to Powers’ awakening to gayness, to underground music, to drugs and to a very alternative lifestyle. “Wicked World” rides a spare rocketing beat, the low buzz of keyboards seeping through a spoke-sung chant about life and its dangers.  Both singers, Bag and Powers, have landed on the far side of youth more or less whole, but the song acknowledges that that was not always a given. “This is a wicked, wicked world/and you’re not supposed to be here anymore,” they bark out gleefully, but it sounds like they’re glad to have beat the odds.

Powers’ music is almost primally simple, but the lyrics are wildly impressionist and evocative; he might be a better poet than a tunesmith. You hear this best on the intricate “A Beast, A Priest” with its absurdist imagery, knitted together by strong internal rhymes and inherent rhythms. “A beast, a priest, these are the things we need the least,” he sputters, as the bass bumps and the whammied chords fly, and the words have their own music.

The best cut, though, comes almost exactly halfway through in the semi-title track, “Ese Vicio Delicioso,” a raucous, mambo-drummed, drunken sing-along about walking through the rock-and-roll portal into another world entirely. “By the age of three, I knew what I wanted to be, a record spinning round, all over town,” Powers declares. Here’s to knowing what you want early—and going for it.

After that, things get slow and weird and, honestly, a little dull, though there are spooky, mystical, reverb shrouded moments in “The Smoke Is the Ghost,” which drifts through a possibly haunted house to the sound of latin claves, surf guitar licks and another singer (Bag?) shadowing Powers’ narrative in Spanish. “The Murder of Sunrise” is similarly ghostly, but much longer, exploring floating textures of gothic surf for nearly 18 minutes. It’s so lengthy and eventless that you wonder if Powers just had tape to fill and kept going until it was used up.

Still any new material from Kid Congo Powers is worth celebrating. Like many of our older relatives, he goes on for a little too long sometimes but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t have plenty to say.

Jennifer Kelly

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[theunderestimator-2]

Kid Congo Powers (literally) on fire:

here captured by Larry Hardy while playing for the Cramps on July 25th, 1981, at The Roxy Theatre, Hollywood, CA, with the Gun Club opening, Kid's hair caught fire during the show.

"If I wanted to make an impression on the hometown crowd, then the show on the second night would not be forgotten in a hurry. Halfway through our set, we’d play Lux and Ivy’s song “I Was a Teenage Werewolf,” which would segue into a version of Dwight Pullen’s “Sunglasses After Dark.” While the audience was hypnotized by an assault of feedback, rhythm, and flashing strobes, Nick Knox would duck down behind his drums to retrieve a pair of dark sunglasses and put them on, and Lux would yank his out of his pants, giving him an opportunity to do one of his favorite things onstage—expose himself. Ivy and I would turn our backs to the audience and walk toward our amps, on top of which we had votive candles and our prop sunglasses. Then we would all turn around again and reveal ourselves, cast in shades. That night, I leaned just a little too far over my amp to fetch my sunglasses. A spark leapt up from the candle onto my hair, and, whooosh, it all went up in flames, igniting the Aqua Net Extra Super Hold hair spray I’d used to make my Ronnie Spector hairdo even more voluminous. The whole outer shell of my hair was now alight, like a flaming wig-hat. Except I didn’t know I was on fire because, one, I couldn’t see the top of my head, and two, I was wearing sunglasses. Girls in the audience started screaming. Wow, this is so great, I thought. Who would know the Cramps would inspire something like Beatlemania in LA? Seconds later, Bradley Field, who was tour-managing for us, put a damper on things by running out from the wings and showering me with beer. Then Nick Knox jumped over his drums and beat me on the head with his sticks. Wait a minute, I thought. Was I playing that badly? What did I do to deserve this? By the time I realized what was happening, the flames had been extinguished. The smell of burnt hair lingered, wafting through the entire venue like a funeral pyre of human flesh. The screaming turned to cheering. Without missing a beat, Lux, great shaman that he was, announced to the audience, “Ladies and gentlemen, the days of miracles have not passed. We present to you Kid Congo . . . the burning bush.” Kid Congo, “Some New Kind of Kick”

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#kid congo #kid congo powers #the cramps #the gun club #early punk scene #punk #punk rock #live gig #psychobilly #people