Parade Of Dusty Old Record Sleeves
Yet Another Parade Of Dusty Old Record Sleeves – Dangerhouse Special

Dangerhouse Records have long struck terror into the wallets of Punk vinyl collectors the globe over. Dangerhouse 45s regularly change hands for what can only be described as: quite a lot of money for a small, black, shiny object (diameter 7”) in a bit of tatty old paper/cardboard.

A Parade Of Dusty Old Record Sleeves is proud to welcome Dangerhouse Records to our ever growing pantheon of veritable vinyl treasures. tMx is indebted to the record collection of Bryan Swirsky of NYC Out Of Control for the use of his Dangerhouse collection. Cheers, buddy.

The following was stolen from the best Dangerhouse Records webpage we could find - without their permission:


The Dangerhouse Records Story

Once upon a time (197?) in a magical kingdom called L.A., there was a defect in the space/time continuum known as “punk rock”. Only in such a depraved environment could Dangerhouse have existed. Dangerhouse, created by the triumvirate of yours truly, Pat “Rand” Garrett and Black Randy, was a highly naive attempt to create a politically and artistically correct playground for the unique, nihilistic talents of the L.A. punk “scene”. It was clear something needed to be done.

In the beginning there was a lot of musical talent which was going to unrecorded waste. Whereas the English musicians had been set upon by some of the top producers in the business, the very lack of commercialism implicit in L.A. punk seemed to drive away potential resources. Those were culturally weird times, Saturday Night Fever and burned-out super group remnants filled the airwaves. Clearly SOMETHING was better than nothing. The early groups (like the Screamers, Germs, Weirdos, Black Randy_ were very good at manipulating the local venue owners and press, and were able to almost immediately fill clubs and halls with folks who were just plain bored and curious.

The Masque, KROC, Farrah Fawcett-Minor’s apartment behind the dirty bookstore, the Starwood, Whisky... I refer the reader to the insane, speed-enhanced ravings of Claude Bessey in the early Slash magazine as there just isn’t enough room for that kind of background. Suffice it to say that the scene had everything: every kind of self-abuse imaginable, negative social patterns, infighting, gender-fucking, etc. What needs to be talked about here are the musicians and other creative forces at work behind the scenes on the Dangerhouse product.

Starting out, the studio was anywhere we could plug in; later, our home was the Kitchen Synch with the extremely copasetic Mike Hamilton as engineer. Here was a man who watched us accidentally pour a dark Heineken over a 16-track mixing console (installed that very day) without crying or punching out the culprit. Over the years, Mike patiently sat while irate punks insulted his intelligence, and offered great 8- and 16-track advice to Pat and I, refugees from a 4-track world. To Dangerhouse, and the fans, the sound quality was paramount. (Even KROQ demi-god, Rodney Bingenheimer, stated in a period interview that Dangerhouse put out real records on real plastic!)

The do-it-yourself aspect of the production and packaging spoke for itself. We created ideas for affordable products which set the pace for imitators, like the clear plastic-bag 45 sleeves (because traditional sleeves cost more than the records to be pressed) and the multi-color silkscreened picture disc used for YES L.A. Sad to say, the downturn of the record business in 1979 due to the soi-distant “oil embargo” hurt everyone in the record industry and made it too rough a row to hoe for Dangerhouse. Tough titty.

These recordings still sound as powerful and relevant as the day they were cut. If you, Mr. or Ms. Consumer, care about creativity as opposed to the number of units shipped, it was a victory. And if there was ever a label that released cool shit, over which I’d rather have been A&R man/Prexy, it sure as hell doesn’t come to mind.

—David Brown

Theres more at this dangertastic website:
www.breakmyface.com/bands/dangerhouse1.html

Even Suburban Kid hasn’t got many of the sleeves in this parade – but that doesn’t mean he isn’t keen to hear from you about any aspect of Punk Rock Record Collecting. It may have been a while since our last parade – but that doesn’t mean he’s come up with a new tagline: Everthing’s For Sale, Baby!

Mutato76@aol.com

So, come with us now, as we wander the record box that time forgot:



the avengers
Check the Avengers article here for the earlier version of this sleeve.


the bags
Yes its the Bags.


black randy and the metrosquad
Heh heh, incredibly brilliant and rare 7"


the deadbeats
Its The Deadbeats.


the dils
198 seconds and 34 tracks, it dont come better than this.


the randoms
One fast and one stompy track – more killer cuts from Danngerhouse.


rhino39
More insane Dangerhouse artwork.


howard werth
Less insane Dangerhouse artwork.


the wierdos
Never let the band near your vynl.


black randy - Islept in an arcade
Pass the dust I think I'm Idi Amin - how we laughed…


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