Saturday, February 18, 2012
Due to my bias on my old friend Erik Brunetti, here is quote about the man:
"Fuct. And Erik Brunetti saw that the word was good. So he made T-shirts. And the T-shirts begot caps and the caps begot sweats and the sweats begot skateboards, and the line grew and prospered and Brunetti giggled. And Fuct begot Lucifer Wong and Dorothy’s Fortress and Hellnote Records and a Fuct fanzine, and within time the word spread from the confused and delinquent of high schools and skateboards ramps to the models of Vogue and the Musicians of MTV and the actors of the screen and the wide world beyond. And everywhere teachers and principals and parents and guardians gnashed their teeth and rent their garments in frustration. And Erik Brunetti giggled.
In a two-level loft in L.A.’s downtown warehouse district, Erik Brunett is checking out a test print that has just arrived form the silkscreener. It’s a fairly simple design: a T-shirt with a little blue-and-white nametag like people wear at trade shows or singles meeting. The printed tag says HELLO MY NAME IS, followed by a black scrawl reading SATAN. Erik, Twenty-eight, is the designer, originator, and now, after six bitter months of contention, the sole pilot of Fuct, a T-shirt company he launched form his bedroom in Venice five years ago. At first the T-shirt were just a private joke for disaffected skate punks like himself. But success breeds imitation, and now other purveyors of streetwear are co-opting Fuct’s angry, pop-referential sarcasm. One of his early shirts featured only the company’s name, slyly remodeled to look like the famous old Ford logo. It was basic, easy to read, and offensive. For a couple of years, Erik had a partner in his crimes against good taste. Aptly named, Slick was an artistically talented wannabe seeking street credibility but with no talent for business, says Erik, or fort getting along with any one at Fuct. Their partnership quickly deteriorated into thetas and pushing fights, epic financial disputes, pistol shots, and a lawsuit. Today the company in no longer foundering. The reps are reassured, and distributors are demanding more. Trent Reznor’s people want to sell Fuct product through the Nine Inch Nails pipeline. Part P.T. Barnum, part Malcolm McLaren, Erik is a non-P.C., anticharismatic punk, a tattooed entrepreneur with a bad attitude. He is a skate-punk purist, an archetypal outsider form the wrong side of the tracks, casting rocks at suburban plate-glass windows just to hear them break. By his own estimation, his aim is pretty good: “I can tell when I have something someone is gonna wanna wear of listen to. I knew it when I started Fuct because no one was doing anything like that. The hip-hop thing had to be punk, so I got into it early. He has no ideology, no agenda other that to shake things up with whatever is at hand. Erik’s first shirt featured only the Fuct name, in clear, friendly lowercase letters. Next came the Ford/Fuct logo. He risked his saving-$2,500-and printed tow hundred. He peddled some to local skated shops and sent a few to Union, a boutique in Manhattan. He soon branched out into ‘70s iconography, lampooning Kiss and movie posters of Jaws and Planet of the Apes. Just to make sure people got the joke, he printed STEAL THIS GARMENT on every label. Letter he moved into swastiks, pentagrams, and defaced crosses anything that would shock." JEFF SPURRIER
Lucifer Wong would go on to release a couple singles, this is a musical document of a very interesting man/artist who did it his way. Expression is the sound on this movement. Excellent punk based, high energy rock 'n' roll.
File Under ::;;;;; Good guy To big Time
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Lucifer Wong - Mediafire
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