From the book:
"The Weirdos - Photographs by Dawn Wirth"
- Foreword by Pleasant Gehman
WITHOUT QUESTION AND ACROSS THE BOARD, EVERYONE IN THE EARLY L.A. PUNK SCENE ADORED THE WEIRDOS!
They were sensational. When they burst onto the L.A. scene at the Orpheum Theatre in April of 1977, we were all in awe. They were like a call to arms, kicking off the nascent Hollywood punk scene, the second they hit the stage. It was as though they emerged fully formed, spawned from a radioactive rock n' roll garbage dump that came from outer space. The Weirdos were thousands of disparate splinters of pop culture that somehow meshed into an amazing band. They were Screaming Lord Sutch. Mad Magazine, The Manson Family, The Rolling Stones, Pop Tarts and Space Food Stix, Twiggy, The Brady Bunch and Charlie's Angels, Jimmy Carter, Andy Warhol and Son of Sam, wrapped up in a messy day-glo package, awash in polyester and crazy sunglasses, neatly bound with woman's mod patent leather belts. Their startling visuals would've been enough on their own, but their music was so powerful and always insanely pogo-worthy. The Weirdos' sound was a massive wall multi-layered sludge, but there was also the amazing hooks and chord progressions, Nickey Beat's powerful, primal drumming and the eardrum-shattering feedback of Dix Denney and Cliff Roman. John Denney was one of the best front men ever; absolutely demented, riveting and unpredictable. He'd lurch around the stage, eyes bulging, head tilted sideways and tongue lolling out, looking like a Pieter Breugel painting come to life, except for the fact that he was wrapped in electrical tape, chains and sporting smiley face buttons. His guttural vocals pierced through the cacophony, equal parts old bluesman and escaped mental patient. Nearly forty years later, I can listen to "Solitary Confinement" or "Life Of Crime" and be transported back in time to The Masque, The Starwood, Club 88 or The Vex. I get goose bumps. But the real reason I get them is not from nostalgia for my youth, it's because The Weirdos are just flat out great - they're timeless. And I can guarantee I'm not the only person who thinks so.
- Pleasant Gehman
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