And Now, A Word About The Residents and Ralph Records
Published May 19, 2006
So if you were a music nerd — which many of you are — and you heard about a record label that was years ahead of its time in the Do It Yourself (DIY) indie-rock aesthetic, music video, punk iconoclasm, controversial publicity displays, idiosyncratic promotion, overarching label identity, and oh yes, some of the most cutting-edge experimental music in the pantheon... well, you'd want to know more about that label, right?
I'm pleased to tell you about Ralph Records.
If you are familiar with The Residents, chances are you have already heard about Ralph. The anonymous San Francisco quartet started the record label in 1972 for the sole purpose of releasing their own product: first and foremost, their debut double-single, Santa Dog. It remained their label until 1987, when they headed off to Rykodisc and left Ralph in the hands of their former sales manager. They regained possession of it in the early '90s and converted it to their mail-order company, RalphAmerica, which it remains to this day.
That's FAR from the whole story of Ralph - although, funny enough, that's enough. A band starting their own label, which they run all by themselves on all fronts from accounting to cover art to manufacturing and distribution, all the way back in 1972? That's innovation, baby! That's DIY before there was DIY! Even the Beatles hired people to run the business and design the sleeves when they started Apple, and Ian MacKaye's Dischord wouldn't come around for almost a decade.
The thing that made the Residents and Ralph Records different was that they didn't start it as an investment, like the Beatles, or as part of an overall ethical-musical statement. They started the label because it was the only way to get their music out.
After releasing three more albums, two singles (including one by another artist, Schwump) and Third Reich 'N' Roll, one of the very first important music videos, The Residents transferred Ralph Records to their management company, The Cryptic Corporation, in 1976 (Fearless Leader Eric Olsen has interviewed Homer Flynn, one of the members of Cryptic, on this very site). And that's when the label really hit its stride.
Remaining in San Francisco, they marketed the Residents as a real commodity, behaving like a kind of concept-art company (complete with bizarre promo items, 'zine-like catalogues, and a series of sampler EPs entitled Buy Or Die!) and bringing their faceless charges to international acclaim and success--including their masterpiece, Eskimo, released after a gigantic fiasco at Ralph.
When all that went down, Ralph started signing other bands--many of which went on to become either cult favorites or avant-garde titans. Snakefinger, the Residents' longtime session guitarist and visionary in his own right, came first. His successes were followed up when Ralph enlisted Art Bears, Chrome, MX-80 Sound, Tuxedomoon, Renaldo & the Loaf, and Nash the Slash, among others; all obscure names, but all well known as brilliant and original musical experimenters. The big names (in the ivory-tower sense of the term) were Fred Frith, Eugene Chadbourne, and Yello, whom you know from that damned ubiquitous "Oh Yeah" song from Ferris Bueller but who are actually highly respected names in the electronic-music scene.
- And Now, A Word About The Residents and Ralph Records
- Published: May 19, 2006
- Type: Opinion
- Section: Music
- Filed Under: Music: Indie Rock, Books: The Writing Life, Books: Entertainment, Music: Progressive Rock
- Writer: Michael J. West
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the Residents are a key part of the story and a lot more people know the Residents than RAlph Records - nice job!
Thanks!
You're right, of course, they are a key part of the story, but a large part of my point is indicating that there was more to Ralph than just the Residents. Still, if it gets me hits on this page, I'll let it be. :-)
it's all about the hits, bro
well. i met a huge rz fan last night. he was weird. i liked him. i had to bury his corpse underneath the train tracks. it fit... eventually.
Congrats, this article was picked for one of this week's Ed Picks. Keep up the good work.
Thanks so much for the pick. This article meant a lot to me.
Micheal,
You need to e-mail me. Go to my weblog because I need to get your address to get you some Radiohead stuff from our pal Kevin.
Thanx!
-Glen


Michael J. West is a writer, editor, and dilettante jazz critic in Washington, D.C. In addition to BlogCritics, he writes for JazzTimes, Washington City Paper, and AllAboutJazz.com. He occasionally writes at 








Thanks EO -- but why the headline change?