“When [President Ronald] Reagan entered office,” says punk elder statesman Mark Andersen, “it provided a focal point, like a physical embodiment of the things that we opposed.”

Andersen makes that observation to WAMU reporter Patrick Madden in a story that aired Tuesday. The co-founder of D.C. activist group Positive Force says that in some ways, the Reagan era energized punk in D.C. And some say the same could happen under President Trump.

Visit the WAMU homepage to hear Madden’s story, “Could D.C. Punk Thrive Under President Trump?” The sound-rich feature includes interviews with Andersen, Ian MacKaye of Fugazi and Minor Threat, filmmaker Robin Bell and Jason Mogavero of rabble-rousing D.C. band Jack On Fire.

Michael Preston – Time Away
Chopteeth – Weigh Your Blessings
Jack on Fire – Pussy Generation (Just the Yeahs, Ma’am Version)
Drop Electric – Church of Glass
Terracotta Blue – 57
Miyazaki – Visions
Shark Week – Gone
Jacob Gemmell – Let It Go
K-Murdock – Vandalism
Dub City Renegades – I’m in Love
Big Sky Conspiracy – Etherbugs
Madelaine – Trip the Light
Star FK Radium – Training Wheels
The Funk Ark – Funky Southern
PREE- Hello, Shadow
Rumpole – Cool Day
Zenon Slawinski – Zango Revisited
Luke Brindley – The Journey
Tom McBride – Cheap Thrill
Yoko K. – take off

Jack on Fire – War for the Matriarchy
Soleaux – Cyanide
Aztec Sun – The Struggle
Ronny Smith – Lift Off
Mud Rey – Tutelo
Social Station – Awfully Pretty
The Shifters – Dance With You
John Donovan – Eleven
Outputmessage – The Infinite Void
Incredible Change – Montreal is an island
Sriram Gopal – Sink
Sun Committee – Recurrent Dualities
STROMA – Not My Chair
Lenorable – Disconnect
John W. Warren – Serenata de la Sirena
Miyazaki – Absences
RÊVE – Like Moths
Black Masala – Sounds of the Underground
Little Hunts – Refractory
The Soul Searchers – Ain’t It Heavy

Who is Jack On Fire obliterating this time? Trendy D.C. bar Eat the Rich, a martini that costs $125, the CEO and executive vice president of the National Rifle Association — and that’s just for starters.

The mouthy punk trio started out covering songs by Bikini Kill’s Kathleen Hanna. Then came “Burn Down the Brixton,” which member Jason Mogavero describes as a “micro-viral local hit” that “would make sense to zero people outside of D.C.” It earned them modest media coverage and a spin on WAMU’s Kojo Nnamdi Show.

With later projects, Jack On Fire found bigger targets, taking on the March For Life on “Abortion Hooray!” and anti-marijuana congressman Andy Harris on “Andy Harris Needs To Smoke Some Weed.”

On We Sass You Shake Your Ass, Jack On Fire ramps things up even more. While fun, the songs have sharp edges.

“The overall theme is that America is a hateful violent garbage fire and that we should all flee to outer space to hang out with Sun Ra and Parliament,” writes Mogavero in an email. “Whether it’s classism, misogyny, murderous police, racism, gun violence or gentrification, we’re going to make fun of it and make you laugh and dance (hopefully).”

Mogavero — who calls himself Jack On Fire’s “token white guy” — says he doesn’t mind the controversy his band occasionally stokes. “We’re confrontational because that’s what punk should be,” he writes. “When we get a negative reaction out of, say, the Westboro Baptist Church (true story), then we’ve done our job well.”

But We Sass You Shake Your Ass arrives at a strange time. Jack On Fire is about to go on hiatus (or, as they say on the album’s last two tracks, they’re “blasting out into outer space to hang out for a little while”). Chrissy Ziccarelli, who shares vocals with Mogavero and Heather Rudow, recently decamped to New York City. This doesn’t mark the end of Jack On Fire, however.

“We might be in outer space, but we’ve got our eye on things,” Mogavero writes. He says there’s another album, War for the Matriarchy, on the horizon.

Whatever may come, though, Mogavero predicts Jack On Fire’s lyrics will retain their shelf life — albeit not for the best reasons.

“I hope that ‘No One Left to Shoot’ and ‘Throw a Brick’ lose their meaning, but I doubt they will,” writes Mogavero. “Gun violence and police racism don’t seem to be going anywhere.”

Mogavero wrote that just hours before news broke of the mass shooting in San Bernardino, California. Later, he followed up to say that any profits from We Sass You Shake Your Ass will be donated to the Coalition to Stop Gun Violence.

Jack On Fire’s We Sass You Shake Your Ass is available on Bandcamp. Warning: Explicit lyrics.

When White’s tour rider leaked in February, the music blogosphere erupted over its extremely specific guacamole guidelines. Not only did the document include a guacamole recipe, it provided instructions for how to slice the avocados to achieve perfect chunkiness. (White has said he had nothing to do with the guac recipe, calling it an “inside joke” with show promoters.)

D.C.’s Jason Mogavero, who’s in the band Jack on Fire, got to mocking the tour rider’s specifications with pal Sam Sherwood at local watering hole Showtime.

“It was sort of like the obnoxious 2015 version of ‘remove the red M&Ms,'” says Mogavero, 30.

That conversation led Sherwood and Mogavero down a culinary rabbit hole: They started comparing their own takes on guacamole, then moved on to their chili recipes. Mogavero realized he had a lot of friends who both play in D.C. bands and possess “serious cooking chops,” he says. Then it hit him: D.C.’s music scene needs a chili cookbook.

D.C.’s most famous chili is the stuff ladled out at Ben’s Chili Bowl. But after Mogavero began reaching out to friends and folks in the music scene — soliciting both recipes and songs for a paired music compilation — he found a surprising variety of concoctions.

“At first I worried, ‘There’s probably going to be a bit of repetition…  it’s chili, how many different variations could you get?” Mogavero says. “[But] we just naturally got this wide breadth of chili recipes.”

Called the DC Rock’n’Roll Chili Cookbook, the collection includes both meaty and vegan chilis, chilis centered around beans and some that don’t touch the legume. There are also sides and soups — i.e. cheesy biscuits and butternut squash cornbread — that would make excellent foils to the hearty main attraction. Recipe styles also run the gamut, from straightforward to silly, like the footnoted, joke-heavy one submitted by the people behind parody Twitter account Fort Reno Rumors.

Together, the recipes compose a 40-page physical cookbook. The book comes with a 15-song compilation of songs by D.C. artists, including two previously unreleased tunes from indie rockers BRNDA and Mogavero’s Jack On Fire.  (Stream the entire compilation below.)

“Beat the Rich,” which formally arrives on Jack On Fire’s new album out Dec. 4, is a sardonic take on pricey craft cocktails and other trappings of gentrification. Thematically, it piggybacks on the band’s fiery 2014 cut “Burn Down the Brixton.”

Proceeds from the cookbook and compilation benefit nonprofit Bread for the City, which just made sense for a food-themed benefit, Mogavero says. He also points out that the release’s timing — shortly before Thanksgiving — was intentional.

“I deliberately said, ‘Let’s get this out in the first two weeks of November so that the money can help [Bread for the City] with the push for Thanksgiving meals.'”

Mogavero plans to host a release party for the DC Rock’n’Roll Chili Cookbook Nov. 8 at Showtime, the bar where the chili cookbook was born. The musician says he’ll have 50 copies of the compilation for sale — in cassette form, for $5 — along with 100 copies of the cookbook.

If the cookbook proves to be a hit, Mogavero says, he’s happy to satisfy people’s appetites for more.

The DC Rock’n’Roll Chili Cookbook is available for preorder on Bandcamp and will be for sale, along with cassette copies of the compilation, Nov. 8 at Showtime. Top photo by Flickr user jeffreyww used under a Creative Commons license.

That quote has context — MacKaye was talking about his old band Minor Threat’s if-you-can’t-beat-’em-join-’em solution to shirt bootlegging — but in general, D.C.’s best-known record label really doesn’t do band swag. You won’t find any accessories, posters or clothing in the official Dischord store, not even from non-Dischord bands it distributes. If you want to buy a Dischord tee, you’ve got to go elsewhere, like Pedestrian Press, a company owned by the imprint’s other founder, Jeff Nelson.

But most touring D.C. musicians probably don’t share MacKaye’s position, and if they once did, they are probably rethinking that in the age of tepid physical sales.

So what D.C. bands and labels make the best merch-table fodder, besides records? Tough question. Bandwidth contributors put their heads together and came up with this list of creative standouts from local artists and record labels.

If you’d rather get your music from Soundcloud or Bandcamp, fair enough — you can support local music by buying this swag instead.

Note: We can’t guarantee that all of these items are still available.

Via Bandcamp

Coup Sauvage And The Snips’ “Your Condo Will Not Protect You” T-shirt

The D.C. dance-pop ensemble calls its music “a soundtrack for the children to watch the first world burn” — and this T-shirt won’t assure wealthy urbanites that they’re safe from the flames.

Via Tumblr

Ras Nebyu’s “Washington Slizzards” gear

The uptown MC christened his crew the Washington Slizzards, a name that even he acknowledges doesn’t mean much. Nebyu says he came up with the Wizards pun when he was joking around with his friend, and they thought it was funny, so they rolled with it. Then it blew up on Twitter. So Nebyu recorded a song by the same name and cranked out some T-shirts. That did it: the Washington Slizzards are totally real now.

Via Bigcartel

Moshers Delight sweatpants

The D.C. hardcore label makes its own sweatpants, probably for cozy roundhouse kicking in the pit.

Marijuana paraphernalia from Weed Is Weed and Dying Fetus

Both heavy Maryland bands have sold ganja supplies in the past: Dying Fetus slapped its name on an “herbal grinder,” and Weed Is Weed had its very own glass pipe. These guys understand their fans.

A Sound of Thunder “Blood Vomit” T-shirt

This shirt makes no attempt at subtlety. Then again, neither does the over-the-top metal band that commissioned it.

Via Bandcamp

Jack On Fire matchbook

From the band that wrote “Burn Down the Brixton” comes D.C.’s most black-humored merch: an official Jack On Fire matchbook — complete with a disclaimer, in case you get any funny ideas.

Via Bigcartel

Shy Glizzy’s “FXCK RAP” beanie

D.C.’s biggest street-rap up-and-comer takes a utilitarian approach to music: He said in a Fader interview with Bandwidth’s Briana Younger that he raps to make a living, calling hip-hop a “last resort.” His song “Fxck Rap” makes that much clear. “I know how to hustle, so f**k rap,” he says on the track. It’s all a little meta — a rapper rapping about the uselessness of his own rapping — and this rap beanie (yours for $10!) doubles the effect.

Via Causticcasanova.com

Caustic Casanova’s Bullets-style T-shirt

Dig stoner rock and D.C. sports history? Caustic Casanova has got the shirt for you.

A mildly NSFW shirt from Coke Bust

D.C. hardcore stalwarts Coke Bust sell an elaborate hand-drawn T-shirt designed by Brazilian punk rocker Xavero. Mind the nudity.

Via Silver Sprocket

Lemuria comic book

I wouldn’t doubt that the Syracuse/D.C. indie-pop band has loads of fun on tour, but this 40-page Lemuria comic book has them “travers[ing] the vast landscape of Russia, dodging roves of violent Nazis, crooked cops, mobster shakedowns, gunshots, a tropical storm, rabid dogs and a substandard German pizza.”

Windian Records 45 spinner

You can’t play most releases on the D.C. garage-rock label without one of these little guys.

Via Sean Gray

Accidental Guest’s “Morrissey Still Sucks” button

Record label owner (and Bandwidth contributor) Sean Gray seems to take glee in bashing musicians he dislikes, and these (free!) buttons make that contempt wearable.

Ex Hex tote bag

D.C.’s best rock band doesn’t sell any swag online, but catch the three-piece on tour and you’ll probably spot one of these simple tote bags at the merch table.

Via PPU

Peoples Potential Unlimited leggings

Andrew Morgan’s boutique funk record label makes excellent merch for vinyl obsessives, including slipmats and record bags that come in two sizes — for 12-inches and 7-inches — but I can’t think of another D.C. label that makes its own glamorous leggings like these ones designed by Lisa Stannard.

Via Facebook

Gloom sunglasses

If one day our world is destroyed by an exploding sun, our oblivion will probably sound like blackened death-metal band Gloom — and we’ll want to be wearing these shades to go out in style.

What merch did we miss? Drop us a comment or an email.

Photo by Flickr user Barb Crawford modified and used under a Creative Commons license.

Some of this year’s most unforgettable local songs didn’t come from comfortable experiences. They sounded fed up, and particularly urgent in a year marked by growing inequity at home and multiple slayings by police in places that didn’t feel far away.

In one of the year’s rawest rock songs, Thaylobleu cranked up its guitars to tell a personal story of police harassment. Chain and the Gang and Jack On Fire assailed gentrification with wit and hyperbole. Punk band Priests declared everything right wing. Two remarkable hip-hop works channeled frustration and fatalism among young black Americans: Diamond District’s Oddisee cried, “What’s a black supposed to do — sell some crack and entertain?”, while Virginia MC GoldLink rapped about all the glorious things he imagines happening to him — when he dies.

Not that peace and love felt impossible in 2014: In a touching song released two years after his death, Chuck Brown sang of a “beautiful life” enriched by the warmth of community. Promising newcomer Kali Uchis made us kick back with a soulful number steeped in giddy infatuation. Experimentation thrived in D.C. music: Young artists built on the region’s strong punk pedigree and expanded its boundaries. Mary Timony’s band Ex Hex embraced a classic sound and made one of the country’s best rock ‘n’ roll records. Local bands with shorter but distinctive resumes — like Laughing Man, Two Inch Astronaut and Deleted Scenes — sounded better and more creative than ever before. A Sound of Thunder and Gloom reminded us that the D.C. area is still a reliable producer of top-notch metal.

As expected, Bandwidth contributors faced hard choices while making this list of the year’s best local songs, and not only because it’s our first one. Up until deadline, we were still hearing new D.C. songs we wanted to include. But in a place where mounting wealth has created a challenging environment for art, that’s not a problem, really. It’s a testament to a music scene that perseveres despite long odds. —Ally Schweitzer

Warning: Many of these songs contain explicit lyrics.

Now, D.C. label Bad Friend Records is giving back in its own way. Tuesday marks the release of the imprint’s new remix collection, Deleted Scenes vs The Caribbean vs Tereu Tereu: A Benefit for HIPS. All proceeds will go to nonprofit organization HIPS, which provides services and advocacy for people affected by sex work and drug use.

Bad Friend Records’ co-owner Ryan Little, a member of Tereu Tereu, says the mission of the compilation is simple. “For me, it’s just caring about other humans,” he writes in an email. “Sex workers and prisoners are two marginalized groups that won’t score advocates any political points, so I think they’re important to care about. I learned about that in church growing up — Jesus tended to hang out with prostitutes and criminals.”

Little also has a history of supporting HIPS in particular. “I was part of a HIPS benefit years ago on Exotic Fever Records when I played in the band Pash,” he writes. “Being part of that compilation, which was called This Is A Care Package, taught me a lot about the issues facing sex workers. When I brought the idea of working with HIPS to the bands … they all really felt it was an important issue.”

The album features remixes of songs by local indie-rock acts Deleted Scenes, The Caribbean and Little’s Tereu Tereu — all of them tweaked by the bands themselves.

Some tracks sound like a loose homage to the original recording, like Tereu’s Tereu’s version of Deleted Scenes’ “You Get To Say Whatever You Want,” which turns the guttural slow burn of the original into a four-on-the-floor stomper. Others, like Deleted Scenes’ hypercaffeinated take on The Caribbean’s “Jobsworth,” use the source material as a springboard to something out of this world. “There were no rules!” Little writes. “That was the only way we knew to approach it.”

Tereu Tereu and The Caribbean, along with D.C. guitar experimentalist Harness Flux, play a release show Saturday at Union Arts. The compilation will be available for purchase in advance of its Tuesday sale date, and the show’s $8 admission will also go towards HIPS.

“Bands don’t make much money, period. Most begin and end in obscurity,” Little writes. “But if you put a little effort into it, playing music can be an inclusive way to bring people together to work on stuff that matters to the community you live in.”

Tereu Tereu, The Caribbean and Harness Flux play a benefit for HIPS at Union Arts on Saturday, Dec. 13 at 8 p.m.