Text © Robert Barry Francos / FFanzeen,
2013
Images from the Internet
Seminal Films / It’s Time! Entertainment /Newground Films
83 minutes, 2010 / 2012
www.bejingpunk.com
www.Seminalfilms.com
www.MVDvisual.com
Good Charamel Records
79 minutes, 2010 / 2011
www.livefromTokyo.net
www.goodcharamel.com
www.MVDvisual.com
Images from the Internet
Both of these films display the
influence of modern Western music on parts of Asia. While one focuses on a
singular style – albeit various subgenres – the other looks at a diversity of categories.
Either way, the scenes are DIY, and independent of the general culture, which
make it all the more interesting.
Beijing Punk
Written and directed
Shaun JeffordSeminal Films / It’s Time! Entertainment /Newground Films
83 minutes, 2010 / 2012
www.bejingpunk.com
www.Seminalfilms.com
www.MVDvisual.com
It comes as no surprise to me that this film has won a
whole stack of international film festival awards, from Cambridge and Alaska,
to New Jersey and beyond.
Filmed around the time when China was preparing for the Beijing
Olympics in 2008, Shaun Jefford gamely turns his attention to the various
styles of punk rock bands that formed in the city thanks in part to the
Internet, and from the Western presence of certain individuals who are
presented in the film.
One example is Michael Pettis, a professor of Fine Arts
at a university, who opened the D-22 Club, which is compared in the film to
CBGBs, and, I would add, Max’s Kansas City, which has as much to do the origin
of punk as CBs. But I digress…
There is also “Creative Genius” (film’s descriptor) Nevin
Domer, who books the shows and helps run China’s punk label, Maybe Mars Records,
which at the time of the recording had 40 releases.
While there are a number of bands there, such as Joyside,
Snapline and The Gar, the film focuses mainly on three or four of the
groups. They live in squalor in the “TZ”
(Thingzou) neighborhood which is much like the East Village, which also fueled
punk’s artistic nourishment.
Two of the bands that receive some coverage are P.K. 14,
a Talking Heads-style art punk group which we don’t really see much of, and Hedgehog,
who grabbed my attention and I wanted to see more. The main focus is on the
tiny female drummer, Shi Lu (Atom), the only women musician in any of the bands
in this film. She is definitely a power drummer in the trio, which has a ‘90s
Seattle sound. Definitely a band I would have enjoyed back in the day. I can imagine
them on a bill with the likes of The Mumps, Mong or Student Teachers.
The main focus, however, are on the bands Mi San Dao (or
Misandao, or MiSanDao; it is shown all ways) and Demerit. I will discuss
separately.
Mis San Dao, as far as I can tell, is Beijing’s only
skinhead/Oi band. They have the standard Doc Martins (now made in China rather
than England), suspenders, knee-high shorts, and bald heads. Lemmy and
Mötorhead is their godhead, represented in a bootleg video they watch
repeatedly.
The lead singer is a tough, wide dude, much like you
would expect a skinhead to be, in the classic sense. Obviously, he doesn’t go
for the white supremacist stuff, but leans more towards the nationalistic bent
(e.g., anti-Japanese, saying some complementary things about Hitler as an
artist, but not as a good leader because he made mistakes, such as with the Jews). We meet his wife, his two
pitbulls, and watch the band on stage during a short music festival tour of
Germany. Mainly what we see is the band drinking a lot of beer and cough syrup
with codeine. Oh, and some stuff from Mongolia that looks vile that makes the
director puke.
The other band, Demerit, looks like they could have come
out of England in 1980, with the mohawks and leather jackets. Their sound ranges
from overproduced Sum41/Green Day punk harmonies (lead singer is a fan of Good
Charlotte), to Black Flag style hardcore. We even meet their No. 1 fan (i.e.,
groupie), who is seems right out of the Nancy Spungen overzealous and
questionable character checklist.
The best parts of the documentary, of course, are when
the bands are performing, either on stage on in their practice studios (usually
a basement). What I find interesting is that all sing in English (subtitles are
usually supplied anyway). In typical punk form, it is protest music about the
Olympics, the government, religion and society as sheep. You know, punk rock.
But it also is more dangerous there: think Tiananmen Square plus the push to
cleanse for the international visitors attending the Olympics. The government
does not exactly smile down on social dissonance. As one of the musicians in Demerit
states, “We are not political, just about freedom.”
One aspect I found ironically amusing is that no matter
where you are, musicians have a tough time in similar ways. For example, for
Demerit’s record release show, they have no records due to a holdup at the
record factory. Punk rock!
Jefford is not merely a disembodied voice here, but is
actively seen talking to the bands, drinking various questionable liquids, and
even getting his head partially shaven against his wishes (Oi!). The cameraman,
Alexandre Kyriakidis, who we only see once, has a negative reaction to all the
consumption, and ends up in (the) hospital at one point. Punk rock!
If you’re wondering, yes, there are mosh pits and crowd
surfing (the latter mostly by Nevin). The audiences are small but enthusiastic,
and this documentary shows that punk is a movement that cannot be contained by
totalitarian control. They still need to open up more to women musicians, but
in general, it feels good to see the music that formed me help (hinder?) so
many others in cultures one would not expect.
This documentary is an excellent record of that, and I
would like to see a Part II, updating not only these bands, but where the scene
has progressed since (beyond the usual title cards at the end about the bands).
Okay, one more time, with feeling: punk
rawk!
Live from Tokyo
Directed and
edited by Louis RapkinGood Charamel Records
79 minutes, 2010 / 2011
www.livefromTokyo.net
www.goodcharamel.com
www.MVDvisual.com
Japan, once thought to take over the world through either
might or commerce, has become a cultural sponge that absorbs much of what the
West has to offer, from various generations. Yet, in many ways, because all
this comes together through the social media, especially over the past couple
of decades, things become new again by blending different facets into a synergy.
General Semantics states that time binding, or writing
things down because they change over time, sort of dissolves as various forms
of information arrive at the same time. This is especially interesting in art
and music. And that is the focus of this documentary, showing the culture scene
of a modern Tokyo that is overwhelmed by data.
In China, there are few markets for alternative bands,
but in Tokyo, a multitude of showcases present music every night, so the scene
is both nurturing and chaotic. The question, of course, is whether too much is
as bad as too little. Nothing stands out when there are so many choices. This
is discussed right off the bat here by W. David Marx, Chief Editor of Neohaponisme, Stan Eberlein, the owner
of the Intervall-Audio Record Label, Craig Exton, of TokyoGigGide.com, and Dr.
Jennifer Matsue, author of Making Music
in Japan’s Underground (among others), who are Westerners. I realize this
documentary is for the Western market, but still… At least the bands are
Japanese.
Due to the large number of groups, the clubs there have
the dreaded Noruma system, or pay-to-play,
where a band has to sell a certain amount of tickets themselves, or pay the
difference (which could be in the hundreds of dollars). They tried that in New
York (some places still do this), but thanks to social media, some clubs became
pariahs and bands would not play there, forcing them out.
A few musicians wisely posit that because rock music
originated in the West, of course there are going to be Western influences. No
doubt. But all music goes through a gatekeeping filter that changes and morphs
the sound, unless it is a copy band. Any original written music is bound to be
affected, though. There is definitely a higher use of technology in music there,
from bizarre instruments (such as employed by Makoto Ohiro) to multi-media
shows, and a whole lot of electronica (e.g., Sexy Synthesizer), even in jazz.
There are so many bands and varied styles shown here,
many of which I find, well, annoying, such as rock/rap, electronica, and modern
pop, so I’m going to discuss some of the ones I like, rather than all of them.
First there’s Nu Clear Classmate. This is a guy on electric guitar while his
female partner screams lyrics and plays an electronic keyboard in front of
projected images. It’s wild and chaotic.
DMBQ are a heavy metal outfit that fits more into the leather
jacket mode rather than a hair band (thankfully). They are loud and rhythmic,
with a crashing guitar. They seem like a fun headbanging band. The Zoobombs are
sort of a poppier version of the Heartbreakers (Thunders/Lure, certainly not
Petty).
Sajjanu is an avant-garde guitar-based trio that reminds
me of Tom Verlaine and Television, with fits of starts and stops and lots of
dissonance. My favorite band name presented
here was My Pal Foot Foot, after the Shaggs song (though I don’t remember
seeing a clip of them actually playing).
There is definitely a greater mix of genders in these
bands than in the West or in China, which is encouraging.
We see many groups, including videos and playing live. There
seems little focus as we are shown band after band, and don’t really learn much
about them as people, even when we see them at home or in the studio. I realize
the filmmakers are trying to be a bit comprehensive, but just as there are too
many bands for a number of them to become successful, similarly we set a
smattering of music and musicians, and it’s hard to get a clear picture.
There are lots of interesting comments how the music is
effected by and absorbed into the culture in ways most of Asia could never even
imagine, but since we do not get to know any of these people, the film is guilty
of being exactly what it discusses in the first act, about oversaturation and
lack of personality. That is a shame.
Many times while the bands are heard, we see street
scenes of traffic, crowded sidewalks or buildings, sometimes outside of a moving
car, or out the front window of a train, reminiscent of Koyaanisquati. This gets tiring really fast
Ultimately, while this documentary shows various ways
Tokyo has become a music city, it fails by trying to do too much in its time
frame. It would have been better to focus on a few bands so we can get to know
them, and let some of the others be more peripheral.
Live from Tokyo trailer (could not be uploated):
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