1984​-​1988 (Disk 1)

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about

MBP - The story, details blurred by 15 years
MBP started on the 9th floor of a students' flat in Groningen, in 1984. Listening to the Dead Boys, Black Flag, Hüsker Du, Ramones, Stiff Little Fingers, Damned and more, Michel (ex-RIP), his brother Vincent (ex-Blik), Jules and Onno were supposed to play a party in the flat's bar. Based on MDC and BGK's success, they opted for the name of MBP. Second, we had to decide what that acronym stood for. Mee Brul Punk (shout-along punk), Millions of Boeren Punkers (millions of farmer punks) were nice, but Maximum Break Party it would be. After it being spelled Maximum Braek Party once (more or less Dutch for Maximum Puke Party, thanks Hoogezand!) we decided to stick to just the abbreviation MBP.
The first two gigs were done with help of a drumcomputer called Thomas. Early 1985 this machine was replaced by me on drums. As a five piece, the first gig was played in the bar of the adjacent student's flat, Selwerd II, Vincent's home base. The entire concert is included on the CD, except for the first song because Marcel forgot to put on the taperecorder. You can hear Onno using a tape-deck with the record volume on 10 as a distortion. You can also hear him getting electrocuted at the start of the encore. Because Jules went for a leak inbetween he didn't know what song we were doing as an encore, hence the special Alcohol with Punk Doll lyrics... (the songs had only been arranged recently from different parts of the songs-with-drumcomputer - you can also hear Vincent struggling with the right note to start Missiles). The show was great, and crowded. During "Pain", which was better known as "I wish I could die", it became a total mess... if you listen carefully you can even hear Jules singing from inside the bass drum at one moment. Onno and Michel wrote most of the music, and Onno took care of most lyrics. Nevertheless, we still thank Peter & the Test Tube Babies for the guitar-riff on Pain.
One of the people at the Selwerd gig was DJ Thermo, who got us a gig at the local Vera Club next. Here we got to support the legendary Antisect. We also found out it takes five people to take a drumkit by public transport. The gig was great again. So, things became a little more serious.
MBP rehearsed in the student's flat, at the 10th floor barroom, but after I joined there were too many complaints (from as far as the neighborhood Aldi-supermarket three streets away). So we were kicked out very soon. Problem was that we had a gig coming up at the local Simplon Club. We managed to rehearse the night before, disguised as a concert during the student's occupation of the University Buiding. Not everyone there was pleased with the noise (they preferred to dance). But the Simplon gig went fine again... We kept searching for rehearsal space after summer. We found a small demostudio
(Roy's "Demo 85"), but we were kicked out already after one hour by the local EPA. Something with no license for this noise... That's why there were
headphones and reggae colours all around I think... We'd managed to record 6 songs directly to 2 track though, which are all included on the CD. The first three of them were even played in one take without pauses inbetween, just as they are on the CD. The hippie intro to "the worst policy" was first conceived in the next weeks...
We were asked by Peter, Vera's programmer, to do a support for the Jesus and Mary Chain and we could rehearse once in Vera's main hall. About the JM Chain concert: I didn't know one could take so much time for a drum soundcheck with only one snare, one tom and one cymbal. It took longer than their entire gig. I also learned that at the end of the gig I should not kick my drumkit of stage with my bare feet (which was my style of playing back then).
Later that month we finally found a steady rehearsal place in the Viadukt, a big complex inside a bridge that used to be a gymn. Back then, it had three rehearsal rooms and 18 lockers. By 2000, it would have been tripled in size - still at the same price of approx. 8$ per band per night. We started working on more songs, and recorded our demo tape (in our rehearsal room, directly to a tapedeck). The tape was split with our blood brothers Ampachen, in which Onno played drums and his brother Marcel was singing. We added a few tracks from our gig at the local Cultural Center "De Oosterpoort". This was a funny festival called "Zing Zing" ("sing sing"). It also featured the Winschoter Lady Choir - if you think punk's shocking you should try listening to one of those... it's society's revenge on us. The audience was sitting in theater chairs. Jules climbed the rows, got himself a bleeding nose, but kept singing. He also got the usual conflict with the soundman for using his mike to amplify Michel's solos.
Anyway, the tape was released and got us a lot of attention. It was played on national VPRO radio by Hans Dulfer (father of Candy, and also a famous jazz/blues saxophone player). We did an interview with de Nieuwe Koekrand, the best Dutch punkzine ever. The tape made it easy to get gigs as well; Vera again, now headlining with Ampachen, and regional venues as Iduna and De Nije (I remember a terrible migraine, but still we played inbetween me sleeping on a sofa backstage - 2 songs are on the CD). We played Emma in Wijk aan Zee, which was a squatted beach hotel in the dunes, in summer this was great. Kraakjorum in Assen was a concert we couldn't finish; somehow some police had managed to enter the squat and close the show. It was fun, however, despite Marcel Ampachen busting his head and needing medical help... two songs are included on the CD. We played a
festival in Steenwijk with Larm, Winterswijx Chaos Front and Conflict. In Groningen we played with local punk heroes De Boegies at Simplon. In Amsterdam, we supported Government Issue. They tuned my drumkit. We brought along a van with Groningen people. Some got thrown out of Emma. One kicked out the door of the van. I ran over a rabbit (and it was national Animal Day). No sweet memories on that gig... we played like shit as well – at least as I thought, because later Vincent told me we did play good (different sound behind the drums then I guess ;-).
The last gig of 1986 was on Boxing Day, at the Parkhof in Alkmaar. This was a great X-Mas festival. Ampachen were first, with their goodbye show. Marcel was deaddrunk and kept falling over. We were last (because Berlin's Vellocet had got car trouble). There was a great atmosphere. The audience decided to come on stage during "up in smoke", you can hear us trying to keep from falling. My bassdrum was turned in a 90 degree angle because Jules dropped over – just before he himself was going under - about 15 people were on top of him on stage. Later, Michel started to play a Dead Boys song which we had never played before. We had a break and made new songs early 1987. We supported Fang at the WNC, probably we never played any faster than that show (some songs are on the CD).
Then we went to play in Germany and Denmark with Massacubadset (a reunion of Jet Set, Massagraf, Vacuum and Bloedbad members). In Osnabruck, we didn't have a place to sleep yet so we asked the audience and Alfred volunteered to house us. Provided we went to a party out of town first (with our van). It was over when mommy and daddy arrived (blaue Mutti ist noch immer bose...). It was tough getting back with a friend of Alfred, a two person-wide German, sitting next to me, since he kept falling over the gear and the steering wheel... but we managed. And after listening to the entire new Metallica double album we were finally allowed some sleep. Next day, in Neumunster, we met with Colera from Brasil, who were on their way from Kiel down south and just dropped by. They were so kind to open for us... We had some fun with Big Man, their Belgian driver. The food fight afterwards landed Jules in hospital to get some stitches. One of the beer cans thrown hadn't been empty yet. Luckily, he managed to get the stitches for free... Part of the Neumunster gig is included on the CD. Onno did his best as MC.... In Hamburg, we stayed with Goliath for a week. Sankt Pauli rules.
Copenhagen was "OK", though tiring. You cannot party and sleep in the same building. We saw the inside of another hospital, since Robbie Badset had a small skating accident. He played with his hand in plaster. Tough guy! We couldn't stay long in Denmark, and despite my efforts to crash the van we reached Groningen in time to do our support for Suicidal Tendencies at the Vera Club. Mike Muir wasn't satisfied with the Vera-downstage bar closing, though hours after the concert, and kept demanding 'mas cerveza por mes amigos'. It was great. After summer 1987, we made two new songs, but we felt the end of MBP was coming near. Too many different personalities et cetera, the usual thing.
However, Michel managed to arrange a tour for us in Spain and the Bask Country first (with Edu of Basati Records in Donostia/San Sebastian). So, there we went for two weeks, with Jan "Aaszo" Switters (ex-Murder Inc) as a driver. Already within 25 kilometers we knew the van was overloaded. We got a trailer somewhere, and managed to get its lights working in only two hours, but later that night in Belgium we again felt the axis at every bump in the road. Jan sawed some wood blocks and put them on top of the axis. Surprisingly it worked. We reached Burgos in 24 hours. Whilst on stage for our first set somebody stole the coversheet of our trailer and the remaining things inside it. Luckily we found back Jules' clothes a few blocks away. The cover sheet was worth about 500$. And we needed one because of the bad weather. Luis overcame his dislike for the police and came with us to get the papers we needed for our insurance. In fact he came with us for the rest of the tour. We still had a second set to do and it was probably the best we ever did. All the anger came out. After the gig, we went to a 8 sq. meter bar and drank beer in liter-mugs for free. Next morning, the whole street helped us cover the trailer again - one had wood, the other screws, the next one paint - this was truly nice. We went to Bilbao, nearly
crashing on a mountain road because of the clouds that were suddenly there just before a sharp turn...In Bilbao we made the mistake of mentioning the word "Spain" (or Spanish, whatever). Never do that in the Bask Country, it ruins your gig. Next day, Donostia (Bask for San Sebastian) was totally different. About 600 people had shown. RIP was opening and they were the most famous Bask punkband at that time. Everybody shouted along their Bask lyrics. We were getting pretty nervous... However, the gig was great and the audience was fantastic. We only spoke English and French to them this time... We played a small squat in Elgoibar next, had them remove the huge stage and played on the floor. Great. Then to Andoain. During the stormy night an iron barbeque fell of a balcony on top of the van... this wasn't the nicest way of waking up for Onno, at 5.30 am in the freezing dark. We were scheduled to play somewhere next (forgot the name), but the place was flooded. Instantly, we were rescheduled to do another gig in Burgos. We got our friends Thomas, MariMar and Luis to support us with their band Ultimo Gobierno, and also Aaszo did a solo-act. The last gig was in a squatted beach hotel (which is fine in December on that latitude). Three kilometers before town limits our van broke down. Pulverized something in one of the axis. They hauled over our trailer with another truck and we still played - despite Onno and Michel being rather ill from tourdisease. It would take a lot of time to repair the van, so Vincent and me were forced to go back by train (we had exams coming up). Luckily, by then we smelled so heavy that we had lots of space in the train...
That was supposed to be the end of MBP, but we did one more gig in Simplon at the Rhythm Pigs benefit, to help these poor suckers buy tickets home after their disastrous European tour. This was January 1988. The end of MBP, and for me the start of Rat Patrol. Onno had made solo tapes as "(So) Who Cares" already and made one more, followed by a solo-LP, "Phoebe", with jazz-fusion music (released under his own name, Onno Ottevanger). The other three got out of music. Maximum Break Party it was.
Henk (aka Henry), 2001

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released July 10, 2013

Jules- Vocals; Michael - Guitar; Onno - Guitar, Vocals; Vincent - Bass; Henk (aka Henry) - Drums

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Track Name: Drugs paranoia
Nancy and Ronald Reagan just started a crusade against drugs, 'cos a poisoned mind and body causes so much grief and misery. Fortunately they know what to do: obliged drug-tests for every employee, bombing of Columbian factories, encourage children to turn in their parents. Isn't it time to realise it's Western economic policy that's poisoning our Mother Earth. Natural resources get exhausted. Our environment being polluted. Increasing the arms race continuously with the star-wars project. One day our dear mother will be OD-ed. Air pollution, sea pollution, chemical waste, nuclear waste. (Jules)
Track Name: After The War
Alone a woman sits in her chair, trying to see sense, cannot understand why. Don't look at her face because with all those tumours it's too ugly a sight to see. Alone a woman sits in her thoughts, all her loved ones - and even their memories - have ceased... they died away, died away. It was after the war, after the war, there is no sense, it was after the war, after the war, no Kingdom came. When men created weapons, he created God to forgive him. When men committed murder, Satan was there to blame (Henry)
Track Name: War Movies
I'm riding on a tank, flags around my head, planes in the sky - it's take four. The natives don't know real from fake, so let's stay all awake. Sun tanned heroes stand against crowds of victims, it's the final contrast, this 'sunrise at the lake'. Daydreams for the unemployed, covered up propaganda, 'they work or they get killed - either way it solves our problem'. It's the first day of spring yet the leaves start to fall down, it's my task to set the scene, agent orange does its job. Fools get romantic while romantics get fooled, this is not the way it is, this is not the way things are (Henry)
Track Name: Talking Shit
Always criticizing others, 'bout their qualities you bother. Don't you have something better to say, instead of "I don't like your way". I wanna kill you, don't like the things you do. You also got your bad features, we're all just human creatures. Why don't you stop spreading this dischord, talking shit makes me bored (Jules)
Track Name: Survive
Survive - what for? We're gonna die - anyhow. Survive - for better times. We'd miss -dying right now. When things get tough we all get selfish. When death is close, instincts awake. Then there's the struggle, the struggle fr life. We'll fight and kill. Survive for some more years of joy & pain & misery & love & hate & tears & laughs & hard times & good times & war & peace & friends & depression & fucking & not fucking (Onno)
Track Name: Fall
Forget the light you've got your duties. Take your razor and do it quickly. Forget the night it's morning now. I've got my duties I've got to go. But you don't care you'll have your glass of milk in time. Fall, that's present anywhere makes you breathe and breathe and breathe again. Flushing you out of your chair out of your window into the mud. No wonder when you're sitting in someone else's chair, something you're not used to makes your back ache. Excuse yourself, stand up and check out the view it must be grey clouds and rain you see down there. Anonymous umbrellas in an empty street. Take a seat - the same - don't mind your back. (Onno)
Track Name: (Some of these people still don't have a) Video
We tel them how to live. We tell them how to believe. We want to make them just as happy as we are. We give them food to appease our conscience. We give them doctors to save their babies. We never taught them how to feed their babies. We give them cars but not the spare parts. We gave them God to let them accept their position. We are always busy imposing our standards, there's no discussion we're always right. Remove our factories to third world countries we gave them jobs but take the profits. Feed your people as I tell you, feed your people with my food, feed your millions so they get better, feed your millions so they can work for me. Don't bother to teach them how to grow their own food (Onno)
Track Name: Slave
Morning becomes you. Slave. Down on the floor hands on your back, loosen your chains. Seen the light get to clear in your eyes. Threw a bottle to the switch near the door. Wanted to get out of this hot stuffy room to be back in the usual cold again. Fumble in your pockets for the keys to the cold. Got them in the keyhole but nothing would move. Tried to smash the door. Put the windowbars in your pockets but they wouldn't melt. Sat down in the dust of a hot stuffy room. The heat made you lazy and you fell asleep down on the dust. (Onno)
Track Name: Easy (D'Ya See?)
This was an AC/DC style song from our 'Bon Scott is a hero' period. Lyrics were subject to change without notice.
Track Name: Kaspar
Human without history or tradition; how will you react, can you keep up with the world. Human do you know your needs, without anyone telling you what they are. Locked up in a cage, without any education - or did you teach yourself? Growing up like a wild animal, come out of your cellar and tell us the truth. Human: speak! and you'll be "human". Human, speak, and your answers will be worthless. Human without history or tradition, are you good or are you evil (Onno)
Track Name: Red Paint
Paint in my fingers, paint in my head, paint in my toes, all of it's red. I'm watching my hands and suddenly I see the most beautiful red paint I've ever seen, right there at one of my fingers. There's lots of it, still getting more. Feel the pain, see the paint. Painted in red, painted to death.
Track Name: Bricks & Blood & Broken Bones
Doesn't matter what you say: they don't listen anyway. Doesn't matter what you do: they just got a hold on you. But who the fuck are they; ain't I just one of them? Consider a Member of Parliament, what's the word integrity. Bricks and blood and broken bones.
Track Name: Little Man
Little man little to say little to live for. Beliefs, convictions, ideals, disappointments; Eden's elsewhere.
Track Name: Sex 1
I wanna drown in your arms in your sweat in your arms in your bed. I wanna choke in your breath in your arms in your bed. You can say what you want, but sex really stinks. (Onno)
Track Name: Up In Smoke (aka Flames)
Where flames go up in flames smoke goes up in flames. Flames go up in smoke, smoke goes up in smoke. The sun goes up in flames, the sun goes up in smoke.
Track Name: The Worst Policy (Part 2)
When I'm at the door you say come in and get out. You really want to say stay out and get lost. It's right, you're wrong.
Track Name: Red Paint
Paint in my fingers, paint in my head, paint in my toes, all of it's red. I'm watching my hands and suddenly I see the most beautiful red paint I've ever seen, right there at one of my fingers. There's lots of it, still getting more. Feel the pain, see the paint. Painted in red, painted to death.
Track Name: Beirut Violence
Walking through the gardens of Beirut you see the wooden crosses grow, fed with the soils of human antagonism. Burnt out cars with bullet holes. Suicide command. Car bombs. Revenge. Religion. Outside children play, inside they're afraid. Growing up fast learn to shoot even quicker. Bloodshot eyes tear you apart, Beirut violence goes right through the heart. Religious struggle, oh God what's the use. Political warfare we must refuse. (Henry)
Track Name: I Thought I Was Poor
I'm the big-spending tourist who came here because here life is cheap. I'm the tourist who creates a curtain of sweet smoke around him in order not to see the misery of the people who look up to him as if he were God. First I was on love, now I'm on drugs- new hole in the sand to put my head in. I pass and I feel a little guilty of having just swallowed the biggest piece of cake my money could buy. Turn around the corner and forget. I'm the big-spending tourist who came here because here life is cheap. (Onno)
Track Name: Little Man
Little man little to say little to live for. Beliefs, convictions, ideals, disappointments; Eden's elsewhere.
Track Name: Buma
Now you're forty, you got wife and kids. A suburban home with a big car in front. Work all day from nine to five, twice a week you don't come home at night. "Important meetings" but you don't have to apologize, 'cause there's Uncle Harry, your kids call him that way. By coincidence he's there when you're not at home. He lives far from town so he can't go home at night. You'd like to get divorced, but the kids are still too young. So you just keep on pretending everything's alright. What's left of the man you once were, the things you wanted the ideals you had? What will I be like in twenty- five years?
Track Name: Sex 1
I wanna drown in your arms in your sweat in your arms in your bed. I wanna choke in your breath in your arms in your bed. You can say what you want, but sex really stinks. (Onno)
Track Name: Up In Smoke
Where flames go up in flames smoke goes up in flames. Flames go up in smoke, smoke goes up in smoke. The sun goes up in flames, the sun goes up in smoke.
Track Name: Coffee, Cookies & The News
Unidentified, burnt, unknown. No people left to identify. Hold your breath to avoid contagion, watching the dead in a football-field.
Track Name: The Second
Swallow the swallow, eat the meat, make your money when I'm asleep. Open the door, it's hot inside. Follow your prick, it's your guide in the land of unconscious obsessions. In the world of a thousand perversions.
Track Name: The Worst Policy
When I'm at the door you say come in and get out. You really want to say stay out and get lost. It's right, you're wrong.
Track Name: Child's Play
Burning lighter at your hand to see if it burns. Cut your fingers to see if they bleed. Your head in boiling water to see if it gets red. A needle in your eyes to see... ?
Track Name: The Taste Is Magic
You were a new experience in my life. You're the first one I slept with. I thought my feelings for you were through, so I broke up with you. Now I wonder if I was wrong; we spent a pleasant time together, but I don't want to start it all over again 'cause I know it won't work out. Really missing you or just longing for another screw. (Jules)
Track Name: Private Poverty
I'm in my room, it's four by four. I keep complaining it's not big enough. Got no hot water, pay an enormous rent; I keep complaining until I see - poverty, poverty, poverty - whole families live in cardboard boxes. (Onno)
Track Name: Bricks & Blood & Broken Bones
Doesn't matter hat you say: they don't listen anyway. Doesn't matter what you do: they just got a hold on you. But who the fuck are they; ain't I just one of them? Consider a Member of Parliament, what's the word integrity. Bricks and blood and broken bones.
Track Name: Scorched Earth
Scorched earth, the dwarf dwarves the corpses. Fallen wheelchair, the head has gone as well. Contemporary Pompeï, but the Gods are dead. Red skies at night, it's not the evening sun that's coming down on me. (Onno)
Track Name: Private Hell
The trashcan's filled. Quivering humans in melting snow. No reason to argument, nothing to solve. Brains on ice, no reason to think. Looking for a sign of reality in your private hell. Longing for the truth you've always avoided. I'm the boss in my territory but anywhere else I've got nothing to say. Smoke a joint to get real high; you even think worse in thin air. Climb your mountain. The ceiling's gone. Watching infinity you get fresh air. Private hell, your microcosm. Ink is dripping on your kitchen floor. The doorbell's broke. It's out of tune. The milkman smiles, he's all right. Open a bottle, the milk is bad. First the smell comes, then the grubs. (Onno)
Track Name: Coffee, Cookies & The News (Live)
Unidentified, burnt, unknown. No people left to identify. Hold your breath to avoid contagion, watching the dead in a football-field.
Track Name: Bricks & Blood & Broken Bones (Live)
Doesn't matter hat you say: they don't listen anyway. Doesn't matter what you do: they just got a hold on you. But who the fuck are they; ain't I just one of them? Consider a Member of Parliament, what's the word integrity. Bricks and blood and broken bones.
Track Name: The Worst Policy (Live)
When I'm at the door you say come in and get out. You really want to say stay out and get lost. It's right, you're wrong.
Track Name: Scorched Earth (Live)
Scorched earth, the dwarf dwarves the corpses. Fallen wheelchair, the head has gone as well. Contemporary Pompeï, but the Gods are dead. Red skies at night, it's not the evening sun that's coming down on me. (Onno)
Track Name: Private Hell (Live)
The trashcan's filled. Quivering humans in melting snow. No reason to argument, nothing to solve. Brains on ice, no reason to think. Looking for a sign of reality in your private hell. Longing for the truth you've always avoided. I'm the boss in my territory but anywhere else I've got nothing to say. Smoke a joint to get real high; you even think worse in thin air. Climb your mountain. The ceiling's gone. Watching infinity you get fresh air. Private hell, your microcosm. Ink is dripping on your kitchen floor. The doorbell's broke. It's out of tune. The milkman smiles, he's all right. Open a bottle, the milk is bad. First the smell comes, then the grubs. (Onno)
Track Name: The Second
Swallow the swallow, eat the meat, make your money when I'm asleep. Open the door, it's hot inside. Follow your prick, it's your guide in the land of unconscious obsessions. In the world of a thousand perversions.
Track Name: Buma
Now you're forty, you got wife and kids. A suburban home with a big car in front. Work all day from nine to five, twice a week you don't come home at night. "Important meetings" but you don't have to apologize, 'cause there's Uncle Harry, your kids call him that way. By coincidence he's there when you're not at home. He lives far from town so he can't go home at night. You'd like to get divorced, but the kids are still too young. So you just keep on pretending everything's alright. What's left of the man you once were, the things you wanted the ideals you had? What will I be like in twenty- five years?
Track Name: Coffee, Cookies & The News
Unidentified, burnt, unknown. No people left to identify. Hold your breath to avoid contagion, watching the dead in a football-field.
Track Name: Private Poverty
I'm in my room, it's four by four. I keep complaining it's not big enough. Got no hot water, pay an enormous rent; I keep complaining until I see - poverty, poverty, poverty - whole families live in cardboard boxes. (Onno)
Track Name: The Worst Policy (Long Version)
When I'm at the door you say come in and get out. You really want to say stay out and get lost. It's right, you're wrong.
Track Name: I Thought I Was Poor
I'm the big-spending tourist who came here because here life is cheap. I'm the tourist who creates a curtain of sweet smoke around him in order not to see the misery of the people who look up to him as if he were God. First I was on love, now I'm on drugs- new hole in the sand to put my head in. I pass and I feel a little guilty of having just swallowed the biggest piece of cake my money could buy. Turn around the corner and forget. I'm the big-spending tourist who came here because here life is cheap. (Onno)
Track Name: Beirut Violence
Walking through the gardens of Beirut you see the wooden crosses grow, fed with the soils of human antagonism. Burnt out cars with bullet holes. Suicide command. Car bombs. Revenge. Religion. Outside children play, inside they're afraid. Growing up fast learn to shoot even quicker. Bloodshot eyes tear you apart, Beirut violence goes right through the heart. Religious struggle, oh God what's the use. Political warfare we must refuse. (Henry)
Track Name: The Taste Is Magic
You were a new experience in my life. You're the first one I slept with. I thought my feelings for you were through, so I broke up with you. Now I wonder if I was wrong; we spent a pleasant time together, but I don't want to start it all over again 'cause I know it won't work out. Really missing you or just longing for another screw. (Jules)