Tim: How long have you been at this?

GG: Longer than anybody else. We started the band in 1978, but we've been scumfucking since birth.

Tim: Is GG Allin a punkrocker? If not, how would you describe your music?

GG: GG Allin is skunk piss. Rotting trash rock in the lowest form. No quality. Everything sucks and so do we. But we never want people to fucking like it, anyway. It's not for your fucking pleasure. It's for your discomfort.

Tim: What inspired you to do what you do?

GG: The only thing that influenced me was the revenge I wanted to get. I hated everybody. I had no friends. So, I just hung out, stole, beat off, raped and took it to the stage. I wanted to die, but to take it was far as I could to bother everyone. Total destructiveness.

Tim: Describe a typical GG Allin gig.

GG: I don't fucking live up to anybody but myself. As far as onstage and off, I'm pretty much the same. Offstage, I'm a drunken, drugged-out, self-destructive freak who's got more scars and scabs on his dick than anyone. Onstage, I'm possessed. Nothing fucking hurts. There is a force of the animal inside that's going to explode. Everything comes out, including piss, shit, blood, rape, pain, anything can happen. It's not something I plan, it just fucking happens.

Tim: You make alot of claims that you music is garbage, but it's actually pretty good. Do you really work hard on your songs?

GG: No, we don't fucking think about it. We just fucking do it. The band will play and I'll just fucking do it. The band will play and I'll drink a fifty of whiskey and it just fucking comes out of me.

Tim: You trashed a couple of Hank Williams, Jr. songs. Do you listen to much country music?

GG: I like the rowdy stuff. Honkey Tonking, beer drinking, scum-sucking shit kickers.

Tim: Are the Scumfucs still together?

GG: The Scumfucs are still together, but we got no fucking money. And what we do get does to our habits and sluts. Nobody will fucking book us because we ain't got no manners and we break everything. We've been thrown out of every fucking club we have ever played. The only way we can play is if a new club opens, and then we get thrown out of it. Everybody wants to see us play until we get there and they find out that it's for fucking real. People do get hurt and we don't fucking care.

Tim: Tell us about your new record deal with Homestead. Are you gonna record in the studio, or will your thrusty ghetto blaster still be employed.

GG: They want me in a studio, but it ain't gonna change a thing. I'm not selling out, no fucking way. It'll still be a scumfucking record.

Tim: Whatever happened to your team up with ex-Deadboy Chettah Chyrome? And how did you get Wayne Kramer and Dennis Thompson of MC5 to play on "Gimmie Some Head"?

GG: We just fucking toured with Cheetah and he stayed with us and got fucked up. He spent his band's money on drugs, so his drummer quit and I fucking took over. Cheetah would jump onstage and do shit with us. I met Wayne through David Peel and at the same time I saw an ad in Rolling Stone with Dennis' name and number. I called him up and told him we got Wayne and then called Wayne and told him we got Dennis without telling the other. When they both got to NYC, neither one of them knew about it. So it was quite a fucking shock. We all went to Max's Kansas City and got fucking hammered and then drove around in Wayne's Caddy. By the time we got to the studio, we were all fucked up. Wayne and I were holding each other up when we were singing. That's why the chorus is real sloppy.

Tim: Do you know that the Volcano Sun did a cover of "Drink, Fight and Fuck"?

GG: We played with them in Chicago and they pussied out. They wouldn't play it because they were afraid I was gonna jump up and start singing it. We fucking blasted them. I broke a chair over someone's head that night. Then we did an enema and blew my shit all over the fuckers.