Vincent - Bass, Onno - Guitar + Vocals, Jules - Vocals, Michel - Guitar, Henry - Drums
picture taken in Burgos, Spain, November 1987
Maximum Break Party (1984 - 1988)
Double CD released January 2001
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Were are they now?
Bandmember Onno released three tapes under the name "Who Cares" (which was regularly reviewed as being a 'great band', whereas he played everything himself - MRR said 'this is a great reminder of what punk is all about). Later, he made a jazz-fushion solo LP, "Phoebe", under his own name, Onno Ottevanger. Onno played in Tumblehome and Trio Philippe Ameloot, jazzrock ensembles based in Dunkerque, France, and is now in Little Devils and the Shuffle Blue Flames, a blues rock band. He also recently made a follow-up to his three "So Who Cares" solo-cassette-tapes of the 80s; the CD "So Who Cares IV". The So Who Cares tapes are available on Onno's bandcamp.
Henry is currently playing drums in the Groningen hardcore punkband Rat Patrol. The rest of his musical history can also be seen on this site.
MBP/Massacubaset Tour Germany/Denmark: https://flic.kr/s/aHsjHceDbe
MBP Tour Bask Country & Spain: https://flic.kr/s/aHsjHcePje
- Selwerd III Bar, Groningen, fri Sep 27, 1984 (no drums yet, Rhythmbox Thomas)
- Selwerd III - 9 Z, Groningen, ...., 1984 (no drums yet, Rhythmbox Thomas)
- Selwerd II Bar, Groningen, wed March 6, 1985 (/w Garbitch)
- Vera, Groningen, sun April 28, 1985 (/w Antisect)
- Academie Gebouw, Groningen, thur May 9, 1985 (Student's Protest, occupation of Academy Building)
- Simplon, Groningen, fri May 10, 1985 ("Punk Veteranen Festival", /w Afflict, Daltons, Annie Temeiers, Dolly Dorst)
- Vera, Groningen, wed Oct. 16, 1985 (/w Jesus & Mary Chain)
- De Oosterpoort, Groningen, sat Feb 8, 1986 ("Zing Zing", /w Bluehearts and many more)
- Vera, Groningen, thur April 10, 1986 (/w Ampachen)
- 't Möpke, Delden, sat April 26, 1986 (/w Ampachen)
- Iduna, Drachten, sat May 3, 1986 (/w Ampachen)
- De Nije, Hoogezand, fri May 30, 1986 (/w Ampachen)
- Emma, Wijk Aan Zee, sat Aug. 9, 1986 (/w Ampachen, and more)
- Kraakjorum, Assen, sat Aug. 16, 1986 (/w Ampachen, Buiten Adem)
- WNC, Groningen, sat Sep. 27, 1986 (/w Ampachen, Debiele Eenheid)
- Emma, Amsterdam, fri Oct 3, 1986 (/w Ampachen, Government Issue)Pictures: https://flic.kr/s/aHsjHcdNsP
- It Koartling, Buitenpost, fri Nov 21, 1986 (/w Ampachen)
- 5 Songs on VideoDe Buze, Steenwijk, sat Nov. 29, 1986 (ANC Benefit, /w Ampachen, Lärm, Dorpsoudste De Jong, WCF, Second Siberia, Conflict)
- On VIDEO Simplon, Groningen, fri. Dec. 12, 1986 (FNV Manifestation, /w Bluehearts, Boegies)
- Parkhof, Alkmaar, fri Dec. 26, 1986 (X-Mas Festifal, /w Ampachen, Iron Fist, Pure Hate, and more)
- WNC, Groningen, sun May 3, 1987 (/w Fang). full gig audio: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-L1Qk9xKp-E
- 't Klooster, Groningen, thur June 18, 1987 (/w MassaCuBadSet, Buiten Adem)
- Ostbunker, Osnabrück (Ger), fri June 19, 1987 (/w MassaCuBadSet, Razzia)
- AJZ, Neumünster (Ger), sat June 20, 1987 (/w Cólera, MassaCu- BadSet)
- Let's Rock, Hamburg (Ger), sun June 21, 1987 (/w MassaCuBadSet)
- Ungdomshuset, Copenhagen (Den), fri June 26, 1987 (Two Day Punk Festival, /w MassaCuBadSet, Razende Roeland, So Much Hate, and many more)
- Vera, Groningen, sun June 28, 1987 (/w Suicidal Tendencies)
- Metropol, Burgos (Spain), thur Nov. 26, 1987
- Gaztetxe, Bilbao (BaskCountry), fri Nov. 27, 1987 (/w Puta Kaska)
- Egiako Gaztetxean, Donostia (San Sebastian) (BaskCountry), sat Nov. 28 (/w RIP)
- Gaztetxe, Elgoibar (BaskCountry), sun Nov. 29, 1987
- Gaztetxean, Andoain (BaskCountry), wed Dec. 2, 1987
- Metropol, Burgos (Spain), thur Dec. 3, 1987 (/w Aaszo, Ultimo Gobierno)
- Gaztetxe, Lekeitio (BaskCountry), fri Dec 4, 1987 (/w Potrotaño, Aaszo)
- Simplon, Groningen, fri Jan. 15, 1988 (Rhythm Pigs Benefit, /w Rhythm Pigs, and more) ON VIDEO
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.
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. (Henk)
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)
Little man little to say little to live for. Beliefs, convictions, ideals, disappointments; Eden's elsewhere.
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?
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)
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.
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.
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.
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.
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... ?
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)
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)
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.
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)
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)
A whizkid watching the screen connected to his terminal thinks he can dominate the world. It's nice having a toy. (Onno)
SEX ON TV:
A minimal effort is too much a demand for those who are as desperate as we are in this era of moral decline. What do you think of sex on TV? (Onno)
It will have stopped the inhuman life conditions of three quarters of the world population when exploded. Another argument in favour of producing more missiles (Onno).
This afternoon I saw a man lying in the street. H was killed by a coach on his way home. Fifty people at least were watching the mess when I passed, some of them cried but didn't turn their eyes off. I don't understand this masochistic need that's hidden in the dark clouds of our minds (Onno).
That tiny little precious thing that walks and talks that swings and sings. It's my favourite doll, the most favourite of all. It's my favourite doll; she pukes and says 'fuck you all' (Vincent).
I WISH I COULD DIE:
Pain. My body is trembling all over. I can't sleep at night. I wish I could die (Onno).
A parrot is walking its way into the interior of an old grey grand piano, gently stepping on the strings with its feet 'till Eve comes in and starts playing thereby crushing the parrot between the hammers. The beginning of a new day (Onno).
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)
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)
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)
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)
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.
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 (Henk)
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 (Henk)
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)
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)
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)