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Thee Chemicals – Chemical Livin’

Recorded in 2009 at Buzz Or Howl Studios Portland, Oregon with Jonny Cat on vocals and the Red Dons as back up during the same sessions as the Fake Meets Failure LP. Actually it was even recorded on the same master tape. Released on Jonny Cat Records, the very same legendary underground label that is everywhere and nowhere at once, who put out records by the Triggers, Clorox Girls, Observers, Flip-Tops, Diskords, Autistic Youth and many many others.

The band has gone through several mutations.

The first 7″ “Bubble City” saw Jonny working with members of the Triggers.

Later the members of the Red Dons joined up and recorded the Chemical Livin’ LP.

Next they recorded the “Don’t Cry for Me” 7″ with a new members except Richie on drums.

Currently they are still playing and recording. Another LP is in the works and they are working with Taken By Surprise Records on the next release and represses.

Experience the Genius of Jonny Cat and download the Chemical Livin’ LP HERE.

Chemicals – Chemical Burn Mastered


“Der übliche WIPERS-Gitarrenpunk wird mit Powerpop kombiniert. Eine gewisse Melancholie spielt neben aller Schönheit immer eine Rolle. Der Song “A forced turning point” ist ganz cool, schrammt aber auch haarscharf an der Belanglosigkeit entlang. Auf der 2.Seite hören wie “Se foi”, einen komplexen, ausgefeilten Song, der nicht allzu weit von MASSHYSTERI und den TERRIBLE FEELINGS entfernt ist.  Das Cover besteht aus Karton und wurde ziemlich fein mit Silber und Schwarz bedruckt. Bei den RED DONS bestechen Artwork und Musik immer durch diese Schlichtheit. Hier wird nichts aufgepumpt. Die RED DONS kommen ganz ohne fette Ausrufezeichen aus. Man läuft nie Gefahr den Wald vor lauter Bäumen nicht zu sehen. Alles konzentriert sich auf das Wesentliche, das wirklich Wichtige. Und das ist auch eine Kunst. Micha.- (Taken By Surprise Records)”

Original Post Here

Red Dons – Se Foi Mastered


Mastering two songs for a new Red Dons 7″.

Hopefully it will be coming out soon. Both songs recorded in Stockholm Sweden by our friend Lars in a Cold War era bomb shelter during our European tour 2011. Special thanks to Lars, Johan, Hanna Hirsch, and Förmögenhet.

Maximum Rocknroll #345 • Feb 2012
The 2011 year-end top ten issue!

Red Dons – A Forced Turning Point :
“Okay, look. The Observers aren’t a band anymore. Get over it. I know the first couple Red Dons records were sub-par, but between the Fake Meets Failure LP and this new EP, people should be talking more about how great the Red Dons are and less about how great The Observers were. Both songs on this record are dark, melodic marvels.”

Se Foi – Mastered

Finally a Red Dons video!!!


Unheard Words

“Dear Inspector Hajji

There’s an uproar in the streets below
Just crawl to your window
Look down on the crowd
You can see their faces hear them now
They’re calling to God and

Fear of all
Danger is shut out
Gotta hear the words they say
Come on now

Uniformed Supermen
Use their guns to clear this place
It’s law now it’s law now
Where did all
The people go
Nothing but their shoes remain
It’s odd how their gone now

Fear of all
Danger is shot down
Gotta hear these words they say
Come on now

Would you follow me into town
Could you follow me there
Though the streets continually
Seem to be narrowing

And every breath you take
You feel like every step you make could be a big mistake
Ducking into alleyways
And hiding from Mukhabarat

Be advise of your rights
Gotta hear the words they say
Come on now
Come on now
Come on now
Gotta hear the words they say
Come on now”

This song is about the unrest I experienced while I was living in Jordan. Here is the story behind the words taken from the Red Dons website.

“Starting September 1st 2001, I spent a year studying in Amman at the University of Jordan. The tumultuous world events surrounding my stay there have been a source of inspiration/catharsis for many of the Red Dons songs. It has been interesting to let people hear and read the lyrics without context, then name the song based on their interpretation. Most of all its pleasing to arrive at a tittle that both reflects the audiences understanding of the lyrics and the writers attempt at expressing a moment crystallized in time.

A picture has been stuck in my head since its creation. I was stuck in a library where I had taken cover from the tear gas (or whatever caustic substance they fired at us). It was starting to clear and the noise had died down. Finally i got up and peered out the window. I expected to see hundreds of students facing off with Police. Instead there was nothing, just shoes, handbags, and personal effects attached to no one. No people, only things. Things that would never be abandoned. Where did they all go? At one end, at the other side of the main gates were Police vans as far as the eye could see, and in the other direction on the campus there was one ambulance from the University’s Hospital.

I had gotten out of class and it was the end of the day for me. There had been unrest on campus all month. It was October or November and since the 9/11 inspired bombing of Afghanistan the students had been demonstrating on a regular basis. There had been some confrontations and the Police had threatened to enter the gates of the University. For the most part everything had been ok and i had been able to pass through the demonstrations to walk out of the university home. Each protest was an event in and of itself and i would always go to watch them. Most of the other foreigners were too afraid (the embassy had pulled students of staff out already) or let their western xenophobia get the best of them. I was dead curious to see and understand life here.

I could see the line of students marching and chanting Allah Akbar (God is Great). As I rounded the corner to the main square I pulled up short at the clock tower. Straight ahead at the main gate a massive Police presence was lined up opposing a very large group of students. At this point things had gotten so tense that Al Jazeera had shown up, or at least that was the rumour going around. The police were wearing balaclavas and had guns for firing tear gas canisters tilted up at a 45 degree angle. The mass of students kept building and chanting ever louder Allah Akbar Allah Akbar. I drew closer. This was nothing unusual. The students could demonstrate with some confidence as the Police were not allowed to enter the University. If they did the school could lose its credentials and some were saying it could only happen 3 times ( i don’t recall the exact number). It had happened once before quite some time ago, maybe the 70′s and did not seem likely to happen again. On this account we were all wrong. Police began to fire tear gas over the main gate.

Earlier in the week there had been a massive demonstration against the US and the Jordanian governments outside of a mosque, spurred on by the Friday sermon. It had spilled onto the streets and blocked a major road. Police had been present for every sermon at this particular mosque recently but this time something changed. As events in the region and the outside world intensified the energy was projected into Jordan and onto the streets. The Police fired tear gas at the crowed and sparked a massive running riot, but that is another story: Hajji Takes a Ride.

As the gas reached me i retched and headed for the library on the left side of the square. My eyes watered and i ran up the stairs. I could hear shouting and yelling and the continued throb of Allah Akbar. By this time i was in the main section upstairs running among the stacks to get to a window. Being a hot country though, all the windows were open and the the air was quickly choked with gas. By the time i got to my destination I couldn’t take it. I got down low and waited for it to clear. I lay sometime in the foreign literature section and in the very same stacks much later i borrowed a book of Rudyard Kipling’s poetry in order to write a paper on Imperialism.

Scattered everywhere. All that remained were their shoes, not pairs just a shoe here and there punctuated with purses, backpacks, books, and clothing. It was the silence, the utter stillness of the image that has been forever burned in my mind looking down from amongst the books. Hundreds of students gone. Where? Were they hurt? Locked up? Did they run away? The juxtaposition of a bustling university, a massive demonstration and total stillness, the detritus of life. In my curiosity i followed the demonstration, strained to hear what they said, why they cared so much. In the confusion and wrapping of smoke they disappeared, Words Unheard.”

– Husayn

Red Dons featured in an article about “the New Postpunk” by Souciant Magazine.



Red Dons – “Se Foi”

Portland, Oregon’s Red Dons are such a great band. You’d think more people outside MRR’s readership would be into them. Although I have met no one else who agrees with me on this, I think the singer sounds a wee bit like Morrissey, and that there is something very Smiths-like about them. Perhaps more appropriately, their sound could be compared to Under Two Flags. Whatever the case, Red Dons are one of those bands that will bug you to death for sounding like someone, except for the life of you you can’t think of who. They essentially used to be The Observers, whose  So What’s Left Now LP is also a mandatory document. Red Dons have a page here:

Read the rest of the Article Here. An interesting hypothesis for a punk dialectic.



Another blog  featuring Red Dons records for download. Here you can find Escaping Amman 7″, Death to Idealism LP, Fake Meets Failure LP, and the new A Forced Turning Point 7″.

Download them from: Fruitonia

or you can Click HERE to download our new album FAKE MEETS FAILURE. The album is $5 and all proceeds go directly to the band, not to itunes or any other outside corporation. This money helps us tour and record. But if you’re strapped for cash, you can always download the album for free!


*You can download Fake Meets Failure and the A-sides of our 7″s FREE HERE*

Red Dons live in London @ Neat Neat Neat 29.4.11 playing My Life in Exile / Superficial

: 7″

There is a small hand of punk bands that are unmistakably down that, I’m sure, would have a very wide appeal among people who “used to like punk” or “outgrew punk,” as well as, “Oooh, what’s this punk stuff about?” people. I’m not talking about the Rancid/Green Day axis of mainstream appeal. I’m talking the potential Fugazi levels of sustainability—large level, international underground level. Because the Red Dons are instantly catchy, smart-as-all-hell, musically interesting, and so big and realized in sound, that I’m hard-pressed to think of a band with a largesse of morals that equals the excitement of the music they’re currently making. For those who like: punk and/or punk and celebrating under that huge fuckin’ umbrella. Untouchable and worth hunting down? Absolutely.

–Todd Taylor (Taken By Surprise)”

Original post here.


Red Dons – “Pariah” – [Deranged Records]

Red Dons is the primary band from what’s called the Vagabond Sound Music Collective based in Portland, started by Doug Burns (lead vocals/guitar) and Hajji Husayn (bass/vocals). While many folks have been in and out of the band, this collection is Burns, Husayn, Richard Joachim (drums/vocals) and Will Kinser (lead guitar) of Born/Dead (see A library).

Pariah is a very fast, in yo’ face punk track with a flat, repetetive guitar melody in the background. These guys know how to rock out.

It’s Your Right is a GEM! It changes tempo a couple times in the song, and switches from what sounds like three different tracks. They fit together very well. PLAY THIS SONG!

Very versatile for a punk group, these guys are pro”

Originally posted here.


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