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<\/a>What exactly is the germ of Columbus \u201cweirdo\u201d rock? There have been many left-of-center acts around the Heart of It All (i.e. Ubu, Eels, Devo, Numbers), but what sparked those in Columbus, or better yet, greater central Ohio? Was it the Beatles-mocking talent shows (faithfully preserved as Acid Archive relics) at Northland Mall? Terry Davidson and the Barracudas? The appearance of the Velvets at the once revered and now (somewhat) defunct Valley Dale Ballroom? The day Shep stepped off of the Santa Maria from distant Florida?<\/p>\nThere were Slits and Shouts and Urges permeating in Columbus back in the day, but none more unified in sound and vision as the True Believers. The True Believers, who existed in the capital from 1979 to ’81, consisted of dudes who would go on to amass a string of records that laid the blueprint for home-recorded freak-rock. For the city, and the various bucolic \u2019burbs that make-up Central Ohio, these were men well versed in records and \u201calternative\u201d universes, rituals, and barbiturates. We do live within extreme proximity to the Serpent Mound, a well-known refueling station for aliens and depleted soulless souls. Then there’s Harrisburg. That mythical po-dunk has been the home base for these misfits: Tommy Jay, Mike \u201cRep\u201d Hummel, Nudge Squidfish (the \u201cIndian\u201d of the group), and a guy they call The General. Before all of that\u2014the Quotas and Bugmen\u2014naughty things were being done with tape in basements in Bexley and Grove City. Counter cultures were being waxed and pontificated upon with pills.<\/p>\n
I’ve never tried a Q’lude, but oh betray me if they didn’t see the light at a reputable age. How did they find each other is the question. \u201cAccept It\u201d (Hozac Records) is the germ. As Mr. Hummel suggests, \u201cTime has dimmed some details in these blasted brain cells,\u201d and the song whittles down a particular primal nerve. At this 1980 precipice, Jay huffs through a very Midwestern psych odyssey, kempt by the urgency of the guys around him. He would go on to make one of Ohio\u2019s (and perhaps the world\u2019s) best outsider psych record in Tall Tales of Trauma<\/i>. Just as much as White Light\/White Heat<\/i> plays a part in this archival single, so does Donovan, cheap drugs, Keith Richards, and the first \u201cofficial\u201d wave of NYC and UK punk. Just as intensely important is the boredom brought on by the bar scene in a proliferating university\/cow town. Step over to \u201cGusto Hungry\u201d and the presence of medieval reverence is obvious. It\u2019s blues by way of Shakespeare. Go on to \u201cDeath By Freezing\u201d and you might be fucking scared\u2014these are madrigals infected by, ahem, basements. The obsession begins to take hold; either you will go forth, and, obsess over everything that comes after this germ or you will shun them as lo-fi charlatans, high on aberration. Hopefully you choose the former, as there’s a whole fuckton to obsess over.<\/p>\n