KARP: KILL ALL REDNECK PRICKS DOCUMENTARY @ CINEFAMILY
Documentaries are great and terrible in the same way. They present and convey a sense of reality whether or not it’s really all that close to it. Especially if you watch documentaries about rock punk bands. A lot of them just have old and bitter musicians who just blab about the glory days and then talk about how “the scene died” and then all these young punks came along and “everything became corporate” and a truck load of bullshit will spew from their mouths…
I don’t buy into this concept of “music scenes” dying. There’s always gonna be young people and they’re always gonna be kids doing rock and roll and the only people thinking it’s dying are dying old farts. Call me a revisionist but I can’t help but notice all those people who say that “death of the scene” crap were the “first wave” of these rock and roll acts and they simply count their prime in audience attendance the real “height” of whatever was going on. It’s like punk rock senioritis or something where they snub younger acts that sprang up and just basically smack them in the face and ignore their achievements. It’s bullshit. Don’t trust old people. Fuck them.
Fortunately, KILL ALL REDNECK PRICKS is a documentary that isn’t painting the 60’s, 70, and 80’s as a golden era but instead showcase acts from the 90s the privileged few refused to forget. Not to say it’s better than what went on in the 2000s and whatever is going on NOW. But it’s a fresh take for band that many say never got their due. It consists of interviews by the two surviving members (Scott Jernigan, the drummer, died in a boating accident) and a whole slew of semi-celebrities like Kathleen Hannah and K Record’s Calvin Johnson. (Okay, so they are the MOST “famous” people in the documentary.)
I first listened to Karp YEARS AFTER they broke up but they are easily one of my favorite bands ever. They were hands down the heaviest band K Records ever put out. They were quite bizarre and astonishing for a band to come out from Tumwater, Washington with that sound and then get surrounded by pansy melodic art rock acts in Olympia, Washington. They were the band that gave art fags a pair of balls. They never rode the coat tails of the Seattle grunge explosion because they were too busy screaming
about Captain Crunch and pie. (Yes, pie.)
This documentary might not be an accurate depiction of the reality that was behind Karp and their story (the only people who know that are the guys who lived it), but KILL ALL REDNECK PRICKS tells their story that others forget to mention on VH1 who simply narrate to the major label victors of history. This was Bill Badgely’s first documentary and I have to say he made a great refined documentary after four long years in the making. KARP recently had a screening at Hollywood’s Cinefamily but you can get your copy of the DVD (which includes two video recorded live sets) here.