World/Inferno Friendship Society

And yes it was them.

They can fuck off.

(another one who had to sit through their miserable set at the Timonium / Azalia Snail / Charalambides show)

P.S. Don't kill me. I like the Pogues. But sometimes, the needs of the many...

It's like Crash Worship BUT DUMB (if that's at all humanly possible).

i've come to expect nastiness! par for the course! i wouldn't want it any other way!

that said, the only reason people seem to dislike them is because of a handful of shows where they allegedly acted like jerks. which is understandable, i suppose, though i'm fairly certain plenty of other bands that you guys actually like have done similar things, and weren't immediately crucified and sent the blackest depths of ILM hell.

but, whatever. guess i'm just a sucker for punk bands with violins and trumpets and a cute lead singer.

Well, actually, no, not at all, and I'm a bit irritated that you're taking this so lightly. We're kinda serious about them almost setting the venue on fire -- Koo's was at the time located in a somewhat ramshackle old Victorian-era house in Santa Ana, and them using what pyro they did was pretty fucking dumb. Maybe not as extensive/dumb as, say, Great White in Providence, but had things really fucked up then frankly that distinction might not be so great. And I HAVEN'T seen many bands act that way on such a callous/continuous basis, if some of the other stories being posted here are any indication.

But beyond that, the music pretty much blew.

Anyway, I'm glad that someone stepped forward to assume the burden of guilt, so that I might hate anew, my conscience refreshed.

Anyway, I'm glad that someone stepped forward to assume the burden of guilt, so that I might hate anew, my conscience refreshed.

So it's come to this.

Peter Lorre? I'm buying the CD, and there isn't a damn thing any of you can parade-rainers can do about it.

oh this band, the "punk rock" Teatro ZinZanni

except less talented actors/actresses/musicians

The band’s next project, he said, is a punk version of “A Prairie Home Companion.”
The band’s next project, he said, is a punk version of “A Prairie Home Companion.”
The band’s next project, he said, is a punk version of “A Prairie Home Companion.”
The band’s next project, he said, is a punk version of “A Prairie Home Companion.”
The band’s next project, he said, is a punk version of “A Prairie Home Companion.”
The band’s next project, he said, is a punk version of “A Prairie Home Companion.”
The band’s next project, he said, is a punk version of “A Prairie Home Companion.”
The band’s next project, he said, is a punk version of “A Prairie Home Companion.”
The band’s next project, he said, is a punk version of “A Prairie Home Companion.”
The band’s next project, he said, is a punk version of “A Prairie Home Companion.”
The band’s next project, he said, is a punk version of “A Prairie Home Companion.”

Wake up Jon Gilch! My name's Nosliw Pilf!
I'm going to teach you a jig and it goes like this:
Left, Right, up down, heel toe, to and fro!
Up down, left right, heel toe, here we go!

The evil dance of Nosliw Pilf!

We're not done yet, oh no Jon Gilch!
I like you a lot and I'd like to give you a kiss!
left right, up down, heel toe, to and fro!
Hands up, eyes down, legs bent, here we go!

Go to bed Jon Gilch, you're in an awful state.
Show the kids in school your bruises when you come in late.
You went left right, up down, heel toe, to and fro!
Hands up, eyes down, legs bent, got your soul!

Sissy...

The evil dance,
the terrible plans,
the gruesome facts,
about Nosliw Pilf!

I saw this show at Montclair State University a few months ago and enjoyed it. The band's already half German cabaret anyway, so I don't see the point of decrying their punk cred. That said, the two things I enjoyed most were:

1. Watching the reaction of my fellow old folks in the audience to the sudden appearance of a mosh pit.
2. When members of the pit paired off and "waltz moshed."

"waltz moshed."

sorry but wtf is this? sounds pretty retarded

so these guys suck huh?

Wonder what it's like to be the parent of someone who's been in a cabaret punk band for 15+ years.

The day that I meet up with Terricloth is March 30, a momentous anniversary to say the least. Though to be fair, Terricloth points out the day's significance without my prompting, implying that he keeps the day sacred. You see, March 30 is the anniversary of John Hinkley's assassination attempt on President Ronald Reagan.

"I was going to school in Bridgewater, New Jersey with nothing to do," Terricloth says. "The cafeteria was a very dangerous place because there were always gang fights there and nobody liked the punks. The white gangs fought the black gangs, the black gangs fought the white gangs, and they all fought the punks."

So, instead of getting beat up in the lunch room, Terricloth would spend lunch in the school library and kill time by dialing the operator. He says, "I would call up and say I was kind of depressed. The operator would say, 'Oh, don't be depressed!' I would say, 'I kind of want to kill myself,' and the operator would say, 'Oh, don't kill yourself!' Then, I would spend an hour talking to someone who was in Indiana or somewhere."

But one day, the particular operator who answered was having none of Terricloth's meanderings and hung up on him. Either angered or amused, Terricloth again dialed the 0 and when the operator answered, he yelled, "I shot President Reagan and I'll do it again and again and again and again!"

Of course, the operator didn't know that Terricloth was referencing a song by the Suicidal Tendencies. And of course, Terricloth didn't know that on that very day, President Reagan was giving a speech in Princeton, a mere two towns away.

The secret service swarmed the school less than 45 minutes after the call and all the students were sent home. The next morning, Bridgewater's Courier News ran an article titled, Police look for student after threat to Reagan.

Thinking that the whole fiasco was hilarious, Terricloth and his punk friends photocopied the article using the library copy machine and shared it amongst themselves. But, one of the librarians saw what the young punks were up to and became suspicious.

"The principal called us in and said he knew who did it," Terricloth says, before mimicking an authoritarian voice. "'You're all going to get in a lot trouble!' 'This will go on your permanent record and you won't get into college!' All of us stayed firm until this one skater kid who totally snitched."

Suddenly, Terricloth shapes his voice into a cracking squeal, playing the part of the rat, "'I don't want this to go on my record! I had no idea! It was Terricloth- That guy!'"

The next morning, the secret service, who were carrying guns, knocked on the door to Terricloth's parents' house before anyone was awake. While a more sensible person might have realized that the jig was up, Terricloth made for an escape. He rushed to the windows. But, to his misfortune, the windows were old fashioned crank windows that take some time to twist open, as opposed to the more modern sliding windows. While Terricloth furiously cranked away at the window mechanism, the secret service stormed through the house and snatched him in the middle of his break.

Terricloth's father, in a mix of proud Italian blood and higher-education learning, screamed at the Secret Service, "You can't arrest a minor without a warrant! You can't arrest a minor without a warrant!"

But, they could and did. Terricloth was cuffed and shuttled to the police station. "I was actually not worried about being taken to the police station," Terricloth says. "I was worried about when I got back. They took me to the police station and quickly realized that I was a stupid 15 year old and not a threat to President Reagan. They let me go, but I was on probation for years afterwards."

As for the looming threat of old man Ventantonio, Terricloth laughs. "My father actually had a pretty good sense of humor about it. We get along now, but we didn't back then."

https://www.punknews.org/article/74680/inmemoriam-jack-terricloth-of-world-inferno-has-passed-away