The Consumers were originally just three guitar players with no
rhythm section—Paul Cutler, Mikey Borens and lyricist / lead singer
David Wiley, all bonded by love of psychedelic Euro-prog jazz like Henry
Cow, Gong and Robert Wyatt—who’d stopped listening to rock ’n’ roll
after Bowie’s Spiders from Mars came out around 1972. By ’77 our guys
had re-discovered rock through Britpunk pub raunch like The Sex Pistols
and The Damned. Cutler and high school bud Wiley had even driven all the
way to L.A. determined to hunt down a copy of The Pistols’ “Anarchy in
the UK” single. In the pre-Internet days there wasn’t a record store
anywhere in Arizona that had even heard of it, let alone stocked it.
All My Friends Are Dead was The Consumers’ “fuck you” to Phoenix
since nearly all their gigs there ended in brawls with long-haired
rockers and other redneck gnarlers pounding on the band for daring to
play punk rock in public in 1977! It didn’t take long to suss. Head on
out. Just before they packed for L.A. in early ’78 the band managed to
get themselves on tape during a single session blow-out frenzy. All My
Friends Are Dead successfully captures The Consumers as a
pissed-off-yet-still-fun, no-frills, punk-rockin’ band... exactly who
and what they were during their extremely short and sweet existence.
After a few months of violent and intense live shows at The Masque
and other local punk dives, the band finally imploded. Some headed back
to Phoenix and some stayed on in L.A. to form new bands. Cutler went on
to form the goth / punk 45 Grave and still later joined the Dream
Syndicate. Wiley formed the Pasadena art rock Human Hands. Sadly, today
there are only two surviving members of The Consumers. Sadder still,
what passes for punk rock today is easy listening when compared to All
My Friends Are Dead.
This product was added to our catalog on Monday 20 February, 2012.