Not exactly… when I was a kid I was infatuated with the British invasion. My father was a good guitarist too.ĭid you liked the same music that your parents liked? My mother was in a group called the Johnson Sisters, and they performed at openings, parties and fairs. Yes, a sister – and she had beautiful red hair too.ĭid you get your love of music from your parents? I told my parents I didn’t like that because I wasn’t fat like a pumpkin – so they come up with ‘Little Rusty’ instead. My dad had a bunch of people who worked for him, and any time I stopped by the company office, they would say I was “cute as a little pumpkin” because of my red hair. And that’s where I got my nickname Rusty. And my mother worked for him, although they were also musicians on the side. My father had his own business – a sheet metal company. And I never corrected them because I didn’t want anyone to trace me back to my family in North Carolina… But really, I’m a proud North Carolinian. They said Georgia because I lived in Atlanta before I moved to New York, and it was easy to say I was a Georgia Peach. Good question…! All the magazines back in the 1970s said I was from Georgia, but I’m actually from North Carolina. Remarkably, this high-profile dual career was only a small part of Cherry Bomb’s life: she was a regular at Andy Warhol’s Factory, dated musicians like Dennis Wilson and Keith Moon, appeared in the cult X-rated film Chorus Call (1978) as well as several loops, had her own clothing business, and was a stripper.īut perhaps her highest profile came when she joined the cult rock band Thor, one of the great near-miss groups of the 1980s – and married the lead singer.įor the first time, Cherry Bomb tells her eventful life story to The Rialto Report. One moment she’d be adorning the pages in teasing pictorials the next she be reporting backstage from concerts featuring then-up-and-coming rock stars like the Police, Ted Nugent, or the Buzzcocks. Oh, and as far as the name goes? They don't know what it means, either.Cherry bomb (noun): a round, red, powerful firecrackerĬherry Bomb was all over men’s magazines in the 1970s and 80s – Cheri, Oui, and countless others – both as a model and as a roving rock reporter. have finally scraped together a full LP's worth of primal crusty goodness the self-titled record is available from Bizarre Leprous Productions, and is WELL worth the cash. Two demos and a split 7" with Insect Warfare later, F.I.D.
At times echoing her better-known warsisters in Gallhammer, Makiko's vocals veer between high-pitched, frenzied shrieks and a knuckle-dragging death grunt that would do their countrymen in Coffins proud, while ostage, the band as a whole positively vibrate with kinetic energy (if you were lucky enough to catch 'em at Maryland Death Fest 2007, you're sure to remember their jaw-dropping performance). play fast, filthy, furious grindcore in the vein of Insect Warfare, Phobia, and Captain Cleanoff that verges on powerviolence in its pure disregard for the listener's eardrums and flirts with the occasional Corrupted groove. The point, my friends, is total fucking destruction. The ladies of Flagitious Idiosyncrasy in the Dilapidation (who will henceforth be referred to as "F.I.D." because their full name is impossible to type properly on the first try) are easy on the eyes, but focusing on that will leave you stranded about as far from the point as you can get. How is my little sister ever going to get into good tunes if the most "extreme" band she can relate to is Lacuna Coil or fucking In This Moment – bands that say, "It's okay for girls to like metal, but only if it's melodic and inoffensive and accessible leave the heavy stuff to the boys, dear, and make sure those pants make your ass look good"?įUCK. I'm not much of a feminist, but I do hate seeing the sort of role models younger chicks are exposed to. While it's true that most of the pretty, perfectly-made up faces you see splashed across the covers of this-and-that magazine and simpering out at you from whatever "metal" countdown show Fuse's decided to do this week can't scream a lick, and invariably front commercial-type bands that can only be described as "godawful," there's always the odd group of women out there tearing shit up and holding their own in the testosterone-fueled world of extreme metal. These chicks make Angela Gossow look like your sweet Auntie Mabel, and shit all over the idea that "girls can't play metal." Meet Flagitious Idiosyncrasy in the Dilapidation, an originally all-girl (they've recently added a male guitarist) grindcore quartet based outta Tokyo, Japan.
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