Fugazi Loves You: In on the Kill Taker at 30
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In the photo collection Banned in DC: Photos and Anecdotes from the DC Punk Underground (79-85), it’s easy to find pictures of a young, Minor Threat-era Ian MacKaye. Depicted in kinetic photos preserved by Cynthia Connolly, Leslie Clague and Sharon Cheslow, he’s everywhere, snarling into a microphone, diving into a mosh pit and running a hand over a fuzzy straightedge buzzcut. Nearby, there are tales from a scene marked not only by musical experimentation and community-driven politics, but radical acceptance. There’s Bad Brains sets at Madam’s Organ full of jazz covers, $5 shows and all-ages policies, a “strange woman” singing cabaret numbers onstage at a gig.
Banned in DC documents the network of “harDCore” that was changing and evolving by the time Fugazi kicked into the Billboard charts with 1993’s In on the Kill Taker, which celebrates its 30th anniversary today. In the wake of Revolution Summer and the midst of DC punk redefining itself, McKaye, Joe Lally and Rites of Spring’s Guy Picciotto and Brendan Canty were in the lab, fine-tuning the sounds of Repeater and Steady Diet of Nothing. Audiences at their constant shows were growing and growing, and rumors were abounding of Kurt Cobain and Courtney Love showing up at Fugazi sets and Michael Stipe dancing with Canty in the street.
“Suddenly, all the major labels were jumping in,” MacKaye tells me of this time period over the phone, on a dreary day in the DMV. “There was this tidal surge of record sales.” He still doesn’t know what to make of that sudden success, but In on the Kill Taker asks those who have just started paying attention to catch up. With its hazy Washington Monument on the front, it’s an album rooted in and reactive to that DC scene, with an expansive palette of influences from the alternative and emo movements Fugazi helped create.
At one point in our conversation, MacKaye calls punk “an extended family of people who give a fuck.” In a certain way, the first few songs of In on the Kill Taker feel like a family intervention. “Facet Squared” is a head-splitting opener that’s grounded in the band’s commitment to each other, leading with a heartbeat-monitor guitar riff from MacKaye. Lally’s bassline propels the track to a breaking point until Picciotto takes over, ripping across the fretboard while MacKaye takes to the microphone. The lyrics decry nationalism with a subtle, semiotic wit—as MacKaye reminds me, the title comes from a homonym of the acronym “Flags Are Such Ugly Things.” But “Facet” is quick to warn against nihilism too, naming irony and disaffection “the refuge of the educated.” The double-edged critique continues in “Public Witness Program,” where Canty sets a pummeling tone on the drums while Picciotto excoriates bystanderism and insists you pay attention with a cry of “Can I get a witness?!”
In on the Kill Taker’s rage is pointed and self-referential, insisting upon change, and by “Returning the Screw” it seems directed toward the meaningless cruelty that made its members ditch hardcore in the first place. Unlike “Facet Squared,” the music is tense and restrained here. The lyrics are largely passive: “The point has been recorded, the malice has been revealed.” It’s only after naming bad behavior for what it is that catharsis is reached, with a lurching, guttural groan from the rest of the band as MacKaye issues the warning that “it comes back to you.”