#Rudimentary Peni

[skullfuck77]

Hello! I’m bandit! I’m 19! (she/her). I got into punk through riot grrrl music at 15, and its been a long and fun descent since. I consider myself a crust punk with some crusties that have been aging nicely for about a year excluding mends, updates and tweaks.

I hope it goes without saying that terfs, fashies, racists, posers/appropriators ect are not welcome here and i will not give you the time of day. Anyway - this is my first post and first blog ever! I hope i get to meet some cool ppl! See ya! :3

Stay tuned for more diy creations :^)

[dirtbites]

Rudimentary Peni , 1980

Outcasts from Anbbots Langley

Back when they first started to perform at shows, they ended up being branded as a joke because they didn’t dress punk, often booed off stage , which led them to stop doing tours.

Who said you have to dress punk to be punk ? They were the real punks .

[ztremx]

[radiophd]

rudimentary peni -- the cloud song

[postpunkindustrial]

Rudimentary Peni - Cacophony

[whothefuckiskatlyn]

Shuffle your favourite playlist and post the first five songs that come up. Then copy/paste this ask to your favourite mutuals. 💌🖤

Thanks so much for the ask! These are my favorite bc my playlists are all over the place haha.

Off my “break shit drive fast” list, the first 5 that popped up on shuffle were :

1) By the Grave | Knocked Loose

2) Bubbles | System of a Down

3) Denounce the Light | Lorna Shore

4) Exit Wounds | Bad Omens

5) Media Person | Rudimentary Peni

[gotankgo]

Rudimentary Peni “Blasphemy Squad”

• Death Church (1983)

[dreamingofahappyghost]

Brushin

[idiotcoward]

Rudimentary Peni - Rudimentary Peni

An underground ep from one of the more out their punk projects from the 80’s. This is such a fun ep, the songs have a lot of genuinely out there instrumentation, especially from an 80’s hardcore record, and the lyrics are captivating due to their odd subject matter and the amazing delivery from the vocalist. Definitely check this out if you’re a fan of punk and punk history.

[rabidhiss]

Omg. I dunno how I missed this, but will blame the pandemic. Regardless, 2021 saw the first ever release in DECADES from the tortured soul of Nick Blinko and his Rudimentary Peni outlet. I will review it after I’ve given a fuckton of listens. Rudimentary came out of Crass Records in the very early 80s, since that time releases and live performances have been sporadic to say the least- this is likely in no small part to the artist (he does all RP cover art) and musician whom has spent a lifetime in and out of mental institutions. "Great War” is a monumental release and so telling of the magnitude of hell the pandemic left in its wake that I actuAlly missed its initial release.

[juiceboxjack]

Little work in progress. Much more to go

[guerrilla-operator]

[ogrishtoonz]

My mind malaise might not be as complex as Nick Blinko's, but that didn't stop me to relate to RUDIMENTARY PENI'S POPE ADRIAN 37TH PSYCHRISTIATRIC, the album inspired by Blinko's (who has schizoaffective disorder) whole time in an institution and his delusion of being Pope Adrian IV. It's an album that uses repetition as a way to convey a feeling of claustrophobia and senselessness (to the point of a sample of the phrase "papas adrianus" being played on loop non-stop for the entire record) and if you know me, you know i love a despair-inducing album as part of a healthy diet of music.

This illustration is a "fanart" of some sort of that album, and of blinko's entire body of work, that i highly recommend. rudimentary peni has a whole aesthetic world that is very rich and grim.

my sharpies are dying so this is mostly black acrylic on regular cheap paper

[radiophd]

rudimentary peni -- i'm a dream

[infinitemercy]

Mandrake by Nick Blinko (from The Haunted Head, Coptic Cat, 2009)

The field of poison is made so by the crop of mandrakes simultaneously screaming underground. Even planting a solitary mandrake 'neath the blackwood will not produce the greatest desired effect. No, the mandrake must grow in the moon's rays. And dwell near its cursing cousin, the deadly nightshade. Trail the walk of the natterjack toad, for many nights it will make you follow then you unearth the young mandrake's home as shown. The teething specimen you may eat as it screams. If assorted mouthfuls of worms and mud impair your mad meal, you may do better and mummify the mandrake harnessing screams in the strength and frequency you desire. A mandrake attaining great age is usually a mute, certainly so in captivity. If ungagged as its life expires the mandrake issues forth a most horrendous and macabre death rattle. Like a combined group of humans, similarly emitting the gurgling-screaming-crying and other more chilling sounds from the throat at the point of death is also how the expiring ancient mandrake sounds, only longer and louder in volume. Or you might have your stomach cut open, mandrake inserted, halitosis ensues as do words which offend and an occasional play of flame across your lips, a reminder of the origins of the mandragon. They fall off the womandrake, tiny but fully formed males and females, purposeful and self contained like toadlets. These are baby mandrakes following ways lit by the night's white beams. For some the path is interrupted. Intercepted at dusk by occasional juvenile individual birds, called the Goatsucker or more often the Nightjar. Once swallowed the mandrake will cause the bird, at first, great sadness, then mad flights, swooping, crashing, dying. Landing up in a vicinity advantageous to the mandrake who exploits the dead bird as a kind of compost. This process does cause some apparent harm, afflicting the body of the mandrake but this acts only as a kind of early drastic pruning and if the mandrake survives and it almost always does, it becomes far more hardy, growing quickly but also in a more sturdy way.