STOP NINE: THE UNDERGROUND

1980-1981

1110 Commonwealth Ave, Boston, MA

NEXT STOP: BUNRATTY’S (186 Harvard Ave, Boston, MA)

Years: 1980-1981
Opener: Dead Kennedys
Feature: The Neats

If The Rat were a punk rock venue, The Underground would be post-punk. This music was more experimental, but some would use the term to include a more excellent range of punk music - not your basic ‘three chords,’ but something more ethereal, including more electronic keyboards and sounds - The Cure being a prime example, played their first Boston gig here.

The Underground was short-lived - it survived only about a year before being turned into BU dormitories. Still, it made its mark with the incredible bands that spanned the genre: Bauhaus, Mission of Burma, New Order, and OMD.

On the day of its closing, after the final chord, the audience took it upon themselves to destroy the room by pulling down the ceiling, punching holes in the wall, and flooding the bathroom.


The Story

A breeding ground for cockroaches and the absolute scum of the city, Allston, Massachusetts was a hub for post-punk as the movement gradually moved into the United States during the early ’80s. One of the city’s key post-punk venues, The Underground, drew a crowd of mourners when it closed on June 14, 1981; before losing the building’s lease to Boston University (which converted the space into a dormitory), its doors had only been open for fifteen months. Despite its short-lived stint, many acts in the midst of the post-punk breakthrough of the time—including Bauhaus, Au Pairs, and Delta 5—made the venue home for an evening or two. 

On the evening of the venue’s last hurrah, Boston band The Neats ended their set with two tracks: “Another Broken Dream” and a cover of the 13th Floor Elevators’ “You’re Gonna Miss Me.” As they played, audience members took out their pent-up frustrations by punching holes in the walls, tearing down ceiling tiles, and turning the place into a war-zone. After all, they had a right to be upset—their home was being taken away. 

When booking manager and promoter, Jim Coffman, kick-started The Underground in February of 1980, he was a nineteen-year-old student at Boston University. When thinking back, Coffman describes his college-age self as “a regular club guy, having seen every show [he] could afford to see” at Boston venues such as The Rat, Paradise, Cantones, and The Space throughout the ’70s and ’80s. At the start of the post-punk craze and with his love for live shows in mind, he convinced his then-managers at the bar Sweet Virginia to convert the space into a DIY venue. 

Soon enough, the venue’s logo, a lightning bolt, decorated the city in fliers, posters, and more. If you didn’t know about The Underground, you’d have to have been living under a rock.

At the time, stateside and abroad, a sort of musical revolution was taking place. In the late ’70s, with the fall of classic punk—arguably marked by Sex Pistols’ descent—came the emergence of a new sub-genre, eager to kick-start change: post-punk. The label groups together a wide range of different musical, sociological, and aesthetic features that can’t be described as “punk,” which makes it difficult to pin down; one true definition might not even exist. Despite retaining punk’s social consciousness, what sets post-punk apart is its experimentation in instrumentation. 

As Coffman says, “Post-punk was and is not a genre to me. It was a transitional term people used to differentiate and broaden things since there were so many hybrids and influences at that time.” Through the embrace of electronics, noise, jazz, avant-garde, and the production techniques of dub reggae and disco, post-punk introduced listeners to a new world of sound. With this new genre, a new culture emerged, and that’s where The Underground came into play.

“People needed a comfortable place to play or see bands,” Coffman explained regarding what inspired him to helm The Underground. “I had been a punk and new wave fan for over three years already. Other bookers in town were not [as] aware of trends as I was.” His foresight in regards to the time’s musical trends helped the venue flourish—it attracted bands you couldn’t find anywhere else. 

The Underground, a bit of a “glorified bar” as Coffman notes, became a staple of the city’s live music culture at the time, even if it could only legally house just over 100 people each gig (at $3-5 cover). Though the room was equipped with criminally low ceilings and minimal lighting, that didn’t stop bands from wanting to play there and crowds from packing the room. Soon enough, hosting bands as noteworthy as The Cure—and even going so far as to let them crash in his small apartment—was another ordinary part of the day for Coffman.

Even more remarkably, New Order’s second gig in the United States was hosted at The Underground, netting the band a small haul of $300. In an article for Boston Flashpoint—an archival site for Kino Digital Video’s stash of Boston live music content circa 1978-1982—Jim Sullivan wrote about the show: “It was a short set, just seven songs, all three guys sharing lead vocals because no one knew who the lead singer was to be yet,” noting that this tour took place shortly after Ian Curtis’ death and the formation of the band.

“It was like that film where the family goes on holiday and everything that could possibly go wrong did. It was hilarious. Ian must have been pissing himself laughing,” said bassist Peter Hook in an interview with Sullivan. Gigs like this are proof of how special The Underground really was; it was impossible to leave without a story or two.

To Coffman, the venue was a haven for people to experience more eclectic and foreign bands—those who oftentimes didn’t have anywhere else to play—and its legacy was established, in part, due to how different it was. It wasn’t pretentious or overly-commercial; it was a place where music-lovers could go to simply enjoy their favorite up-and-comers live. 

With that in mind, Coffman can at least somewhat claim credit to Boston’s own post-punk genesis, as his role in the establishment of such a legendary venue, simply out of passion, essentially piqued the city’s interest in a niche genre making waves abroad.

Getting off the Green Line at Packard’s Corner in the current day, you, unfortunately, won’t see The Underground posted up at 1110 Commonwealth Ave. anymore—today, the L-shaped room where so much history was made is a laundry room. It’s legacy, however, is ever-present.

Source:
Christie, Erin. "The Underground Celebrates 40 Years." WECB. May 22, 2020. https://doi.org/https://www.wecb.fm/milkcrate/the-underground-40.

Continue on to the next stop on the tour: Bunratty's. This is about a 42 minute walk. (1.8 miles) 

  1. Van Slyke, Chris . "The Final Post." Boston Through My Eyes. November 17, 2018. https://doi.org/https://bostonthroughmyeyes.com/post/134335069816%20the.

Below: The Dead Kennedys perform in Boston in 1981.

Grecco, Micheal. The Dead Kennedys Perform in Boston in 1981. Micheal Grecco Productions.

Performers (partial list)

Mission of Burma
R. Stevie Moore
The Neats
New Order
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark
People in Stores
Polyrock
Pylon
The Raybeats
The Suburbs
The Young Snakes

Au Pairs
Bauhaus
Blurt
Bush Tetras
A Certain Ratio
The Cure
Delta 5
DOA
Human Switchboard
Lydia Lunch and 8-Eyed Spy
Lyres
The Method Actors

"The Cure - The Underground, Boston MA 1980." Essex Sound Lab. Video, https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QmSrHAMaEQY.

The Cure / Mission of Burma at The Underground. Photograph.

Robert Smith: “My 21st birthday happened in Boston and, after the gig, Bill and the four of us got taken to some art media event by this guy who was making a video of us. We had some drugs. I remember a TV and a set of homemade videos and we got bored and insisted this bloke drove us back to our hotel so he took us in his Beetle - the five of us and his girlfriend!

”It was a little cramped so I got out and sat on the bonnet - it was about five in the morning so we thought we’d take the risk. Bill then decided to drive and went the wrong way round a roundabout without thinking. When he realised it, of course, he just kept on going round, laughing insanely and then he got hysterical, got a flat, slewed across the road and I fell off the bonnet.

”I tried to change the wheel - I don’t know why I was doing it - but I couldn’t understand why the hub-cap wouldn’t go back on so I started kicking it, and it was only a few seconds later, when the pain suddenly reached my brain, that I realised the reason the hub cap wouldn’t go back on was because my thumb was trapped underneath it. I’d just reduced it to pulp! “After that we drove to New York overnight but ended up in Cape Cod because Bill had taken a wrong turn! We eventually arrived at the airport just in time to catch the plane to get back to London for Top Of The Pops.”
— Robert Smith (1)