Clint Ruin & Lydia Lunch-Stinkfist (1988)
Artist: Clint Ruin & Lydia Lunch
Title: Stinkfist
Label: Widowspeak Productions
Format: 12" EP
Cat #: WSP 14 $6.85
Year of Release: 1988
Country and Year of Edition Issue: US 1988
Listed Condition: VG+/VG+
Sell Date: 1/14/21
Sell Price: $9.99
Discogs Last Sold: 12/23/20 VG+/VG
Low: $5.67
Median: $9.76
High: $13.97
Current low price: $5.00 VG+/GEN, $6.00 VG+/VG+
Current Number on Sale at Discogs: 41
Have/Want: 751/163
Where Sold: Santa Rosa, CA
Time it took to sell: 4 years
Where and When Bought: Worcester, MA Al Bums New 1988
Gwiz-gau Letter Grade: B+
Sad To See It Go: No
When this came out I was pretty psyched to get it being a recent convert to everything Foetus related. I remember this wasn't serviced to my radio station, and it would take the mile trek to WICN over hills and snow with ripped sneakers in the cold Worcester night for the first month or two it came out, only to be filed away and forgotten as soon as the next Wiseblood or Scraping Foetus off The Wheel or whatever Clint Ruin put out.
Both Clint aka Jim Thirwell & Lydia have proved to have serious NYC staying power, now that they are part of the established old guard. Certainly part of the NYC framework, they have become local treasures of New York's greying underground. They have replaced what people like Tuli Kupferberg or David Peel became before they passed. Living testaments of an era gone. NYC lifers. Although Thirwell has Aussie roots, he's been around so long he counts. Nowadays Lunch is now more foodie than filth pig, as her appearance on the last Anthony Bourdain episode clearly shows. She has had a musical reawakening of sorts in the past decade with her new band Retrovirus. Thirwell has sobered up from his 90's Marz Bar years and is now more into productive high art composition.
As for Stinkfist, I enjoyed my headphone listen before it went out the door. Focused on for the first time since 1988, I heard everything I liked about the two of them. Lunch carries the day with "Meltdown Oratorio" closer here to the Dead Boys desired object of her teen years than Beat Marm Extraordinaire that the cruel beast of time has imposed. Thirwell cranked shit out in this period, and his contribution was more soundscape industrial then the Foetus run that came before it. An enjoyable one-off together, but not the best of eithers extensive catalogues. I'm glad they are still around doing what they do.
Lifers like these are why I still live in NYC, after all.
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