Neurotic White Fang Burgers!!

By Detroit Jack, Phallus Press Writer - Sun. April 27, 9:60pm PT

You really seem to keep a good vibe no matter the times . . . , "Yeah, I manage to have good spirits, even though, well . . . , ya know, I'm always happy when sugar's around me."

What, me?  "Funny!"  What was that other brilliant thing you said?  Somehow this has to be about White Fang burgers, cuz they saved R&R today.

I wanna be your dog is the tragedy to these comic canines, sunk deep into the marrow of this dying art, resurrecting from the ashes of pop culture the very core of light that chokes on . . . , namely, thyself.

Today, R&R was born again, without pretense, laid out raw, bleeding,  . . . . , White Fang Rocks! Portland Rocks!!  

Burgerville U.S.A. penetrated the impregnated buns of pop culture . . . , finally!!

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Thick Bubbly Paint In Mommy's Gun

By Detroit Jack, Phallus Press Writer - Sat. April 20, 4:20am PT

The 420 vector was penetrated with a minimal velocity subterranean hallow point originating from the steady hand of a bubbly mommy gun in the late frosted air somewhere in the record room.

The conference released over the airwaves was tracked and trailed along a path crossing the Appellation divide, reaching into and beyond the warm remnants of San Francisco nights to a cold and shallow welcoming at 23rd & Going St.

Unaffected bounding layers of Thick Paint held a story seldom told, which hung splattered in red stains that dripped from ceiling.

Record Room, Record Room, Red Room, Red Room, Red Room,  read the obituary in The Dream Scene.

Stagering across the dark green cesspool dividing Portland, thoughts of what could have been lingered in the minds of the homeless that lined the bridge known as Broadway.

Friends gathered, and then dispersed, pushed on by the Will that will not rest.

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Beyond The Tracks: 
Starring the Dare Devil Band is a full length 90 minute feature film by Detroit Jack, which will wisp you away on a journey through a Japanese period of mind, then and NOW!!

The Dare Devil Band is a hardcore improvised rock trio fronted by Shoji Hano, with guitarist Makoto Kawabata (Acid Mothers Temple) and bassist Atsushi Tsuyama (AMT).  The band name was taken from a 1992 Shoji Hano/Peter Brötzmann release titled "Dare Devil". Apparently the Hano/Brötzmann release was to be titled "Boar Warrior", but the translation to English was misinterpreted and the release name became "Dare Devil". Hano liked the name and used it for this trio.

Beyond The Tracks starring the Dare Devil Band is a full length movie running 90 mintutes, and features the band live at Super Deluxe in Tokyo on September 11th, 2003.  This amazing performance in sound and picture is melded into the exposed space created upon impact of the Atomic age, when the culture of Japan was left thinking as it glanced toward a retreating future commencing from ground zero Hiroshima.  

Boa! Boa! Boa!

By Detroit Jack, Phallus Press Writer - Sun. Aug. 9, 2:57 am TT

Photos by Detroit Jack

Boa hugged the creases between the ceiling and the walls, ready to strike the only scent detected through the darkness of night . . . 

Slow random tasting of the pheromone ladened air, the thick silky atmosphere lay heavy in the dew of the late summers touch upon the colored skins of the hidden . . .  

Blinded by survival through a harsh fraught existence, gallantry abounding in a weakened body of being, at the mercy of evolution . . . 

Weary scales of damaged love guarding regenerated vessels of bloodied perfume to be lavished like Spring rain, washing away the doom . . .  

Coiled openly, unseen, heptagrams warning of potency and spell, that would enslave in rapture the choice of prey, bringing succor and warmth, in the ending hours . . . 

Paralysis laying out conscious eyes as clear stretching juices moisten the rigid lips of the feast at bay, glands swollen with perfumed sacks of heavenly musk . . . Boa struck.

*All photos and content property of Jack Waldron (photos may not be used without written permission)

Rattus Scabies, Brian James & the Texas Bomb!!

By Detroit Jack, Phallus Press Writer - Sun. June 17, 12:00 am TT

Photos by Detroit Jack

Oh, the humanity!!  Heads hung in disbelief as the Colossus Rat spread Scabies over Texas.  Overcome and disillusioned, mass burials overwhelmed the Damned.

The Legend Story tells of the return of Karni Mata the hindu rat goddess who vowed to return to earth as a colossus rat and lay waist to the human scourge that had ravaged the land in their quest for immortality.

Prior exposure to a like event has never been recorded in the annals of history, thus were the condemned left to fend for their land, their customs and the souls.

The wondrous rhythms lead the unsuspected down a path with no Looking Back, as the past had been erased from the minds of the entranced mass.

Escape was not an option, as the pipes of the Pied Piper were turned on the human dredge by the god Typhoeus, leaving a trail of corpses circumventing the globe.

Sick Of Being Sick forced those who could not endure to take themselves off to the nothingness where they were promised they would no longer Feel The Pain.

Though relegated such a reprieve, the gods and goddess were Born To Kill, and for them, no compassion nor sympathy could be spared on the Problem Child known as humanity.

In the end of times there could be no understanding of Being and Time, as all had been built on the myth of MCMLXX.

There would be no Texas, no enduring legacy of what had come before, and for the last standing, there was only the remainder of The Damned.

Detroit Jack translates for the Rat Scabies/Brian James interview for Old Fashion Punk Magazine . . . for which there were no Vaccines!!

*All photos and content property of Jack Waldron (photos may not be used without written permission)

Latent Atomic Residue Beyond Wonka Suplex!!!

By Detroit Jack, Phallus Press Writer - Sat. April 7, 1:04 am TT

Photos by Detroit Jack

Latent Atomic Residue (LAR) spread beyond the Wonka Suplex via a newly shattered glass tower, replicating the Sexplex of forty years past, unleashing a Baby Love terror on the unsuspecting Dasein of East Shinjuku.

The propagation of the Atomic dread, known as the Heavysick, had long been relegated to the past as the only human catastrophe to ever come forth from the wild creations within the Wonka Suplex.

Some forty years ago, the Wonka Atomic Suplex gave inertia to the revolutionary Wonkavator, which travelled in any direction to any location worldwide.

The cutting edge technology of the Atomic Suplex could even capture The Volume Out, referring to all of the energy released by the Wonkavator, capturing it, and suplexing its atomic molecules for reuse.

It was during the maiden voyage that the Great Mongoose (referring to the atomic molecule capturing unit) disintegrated, thus causing the original LAR release.

Called in to do the original clean-up operation, the Minnesota VooDoo Men brigade, the Umpa Lumpa manned division tasked with the most dangerous Wonkapations, successfully magnetized the wayward particles into an atomic cloud known as a Danger Danger.

While contained and returned to the Atomic Suplex, the radiant damage had already been done. Having affected the hormonal drives of the male species, thus causing pheremone levels to increase one-hundred fold, the female species multiplied that effect by one-thousand.

As had occurred some forty years prior, the Heavysick spread last Saturday night. Miwa Females were witnessed ripping off their tops in mad frenzied spotting of their male counterparts.

In the early morning hours it was every man for himself and, all a man could do to thwart being taken, tied, molested and left to lay in wait for the next attack.

Damn you Willy Wonka all to HELL!!

*All photos and content property of Jack Waldron (photos may not be used without written permission)

Droid Bats In The Belfry . . .

By Detroit Jack, Phallus Press Writer - Sat March 11, 11:43 pm TT

Photos by Detroit Jack

Brushing hardened steel shoulders as we ascended the darkened well, one could not assess the features behind the direct gazes of the android beings as they passed.

Winds bristled our locks with the sounds of deeper intent as we neared the light that focused our gaze as we climbed.

Breaking the proscenium seemed a sacrilegious act, though few attempts garnered a following, theee Bat laid waste to any forbidden sacrament.

Flaying into the unsuspecting punters, leveling them at their knees with the thuds of meat on anvils, the mutant Android Beach Party was just getting under way.

With Chants of R&B, theee Bat pulled at the breast strings of scantily clad droids, who unwittingly bargained with the flutters of night in hopes of andraulic regeneration.

Droplets of sulfuric damage speckled the floor of fangs that lapped their mouths at the toes of leaking droids as the frenzy ensued.

*All photos and content property of Jack Waldron (photos may not be used without written permission)