Back in the late 80’s and into the 90’s, there were really only two reasons to ever go to Hoboken. The first one was Maxwell’s, a coolster live music venue catering mostly to indie bands. It was located way the hell down on Washington Street. It’s still there, of course, but for some reason, I need to speak about it in the past tense, being that I haven’t set foot in the place in about twenty years. I saw a few memorable shows there back then, most notably The Wedding Present, Lush, an anarchic display by Cop Shoot Cop and a truly seismic performance by Mr. Bungle that was just entirely insane (in a very good way). Like I said, I haven’t been to Maxwell’s since before the Clinton administration, so who knows what it’s like now. But chances are, if I was headed towards Hoboken, this was one of the two destinations I was bound for.
The other place, meanwhile, is the joint pictured above. Piers Platter Records was a bitch to get to (if you were a lazy Manhattan snob like myself) as it meant boarding the PATH train, but once you were there, it was just an amazing place for music that was pointedly off the radar.