Christian Death
Goth’s have always fascinated me. Growing up in Southern California in the 80’s & 90’s, you couldn’t get away from them. Everyone had a goth older sister who was supposedly a lesbian but only time would tell. It was just part of the Southern California cultural landscape, if you were really into punk you missed it. They were going to clubs, doing hard drugs, fucking like crazy way before dance-punk made kids who grew up on hardcore lighten up. It transcended gender issues way ahead of its time, it didn’t bother with racial bullshit either - if you were willing to pile on the velour, hairspray and shirts that looked like tea-doileys you were in the club. Propaganda zine drove the goth/death rock scene fashion wise, with freaky vampires and Edward Gorey cartoons come-to-life gracing the pages in billowing, black & white costumes. It seemed so serious to me, yet all those fucking depressed freaks got jobs at the most unlikely places; McDonalds, The Warehouse… anywhere that called for a bright colored uniform and peppy customer service. Funny right? That’s how I learned what the word “irony” meant. The kids I grew up with eventually outgrew it, came out of the closet, or got into something more fashionable. But still, the only place you can find real goths these days are Los Angeles, the Valley and the Sacramento suburbs. That’s it. So hats off vampires; here’s to zits and cake makeup, ambiguous sexuality, 4 layers of carefully placed fabric in 100 degree weather, a bummer trip and the worst shoes ever.
Christian Death - Romeo’s Distress
Christian Death - Figurative Theater
Christian Death - Dream For Mother