Friday, December 17, 2010

It's imperative that you read what I here say.  The new Street Justice record is going to tear your eardrums and make you shit blood.  We found the brown note, and painted it with our violent and childish fantasies.

I'm especially proud that this is our first recording with no punched in riffs or overdubs or scratch tracks or any of that "fix your music in the studio" bullshit.  We only had to splice the last six seconds of drum track on one song, and as far as I can remember that's the only wizardry we needed.  Super proud of us for pulling that off, and getting six songs in an 8 hour session including setup and breakdown times.

Now here's some nice friendly happy music!

I've always thought Planes Mistaken For Stars never quite got the credit they deserved for the level of composition and dynamics they incorporated into their sound, and I hope their EP's can help the uninitiated idiots who pass one of my favorite groups off as "another emo band" realize that they are in fact another beast altogether. The drummer smashes, the bass has a mean fuckin rumble, and the guitar work is as weird as it is heavy, with tons of harmonized shred attack parts, and a nasty unison sound during the rare times when they do coalesce onto the same riff all together. There's weirdo jams and spoken word and feedback and all the other freakout stoners-with-microphones shit you could want, in raging emotive sludgy-yet-fast punk rock songs.  Listen to this loud, on headphones, or both, then go buy the records.  Here's their last three ep's, Fucking Fight, Knife in the Marathon, and Spearheading the Sin Movement


Do you like positive hardcore? Me too!  Thats why I'm giving you a Youth of Today album, in itself a reason to get off your ass and go skateboarding or get into a fistfight with your friends just because it beats watching tv.  Ray Cappo (before the Shelter pop-punk days obviously) has one of the best nyhc voices, probably third only to JR or John Joseph;  it is my belief that Eric Ozenne's entire vocal style is built almost entirely upon Cappo's snarls and yaaaaooowwws. And that's a good thing.  Seriously, this guy has a fucking pepsi tattoo.  This is some legendary posi shit, all the weight of classic nyc hardcore with a fun vibe throughout.

We're Not In This Alone

Finally, some music which is in no way fun.  When you're just totally fucking miserable being alive and can't understand what girls want from you and drink enough that even your present reality has a weird eerie feeling of already being just a memory, Arab Strap are there to play beautiful and thoughtful compositions that were meant just for you over drum machines while a literary drunk talks in a Scottish accent.  Here's one of their earlier albums, which has scored many late night drunken stumbles with headphones for me.  I've probably cried while listening to this before. Fuck you, don't judge me.



I love comic books and you should too.  If you don't already have a .cbr reader, you should go get one (they're all open source and free, you cheap piece of shit) and then download the Trade Paperback of WHITE TRASH, a terrific book that was written by Gordon Rennie and drawn by the fantastically talented Martin Emonds (RIP).   This is some whacked out rock and roll gonzo weirdness, down to the Ralph Steadman-worship art and constant Metallica references.  Also, it's about Elvis as an armed robber on the Great American Road Trip with an Axl Rose type character.  AMAZING!


Sunday, December 12, 2010

One short and one long

I was in high school when Against Me! released Reinventing Axl Rose and totally took over the whole heartfelt punk rock thing from Hot Water Music et al...I think I probably had my first smoke and maybe my first beer too at a friend's house while we'd sit around and listen to them and sing along.  They were the first band to make me understand that folk is about people and togetherness and not fingerpicking some whimsy on a nylon string guitar while singing falsetto.  The Disco Before The Breakdown is my favorite of their releases, and instead of writing out how important this record is to me in my own words I'm going to steal a few lines from Stevie Pat Morrissey's immortal song about immortal songs, Rubber Ring.

Don't forget the songs that made you cry
And the songs that saved your life
Yes you're older now and you're a clever swine
But they were the only ones who ever stood by you.

The Disco Before The Breakdown

Now that the creepiest Medusa ever has the attention of all ye who came seeking darkness, here's the last full length from Thou, Summit.  I've heard the word "crushing" getting thrown around by a lot of people about this record and it must be acknowledged that Thou did indeed create a most crushing work of doom.  A very beautifully done recording, with a deep and heavy mix that allows for as much auditory suggestion from the buried riffs as actual audible melodies.  Their usage of extracurricular synth sounds seemed at first like superfluous Burzum worship, but when seen as independent movements within the song structures the parts gain a very horror-soundtrack unsettling type of vibe.  This is metal for people who like to feel dwarfed by music.

Thou - Summit

Thursday, December 9, 2010

something to suck on you whores

Got some awesome shit for you.

First up: the last 108 album, 18:61. I'm glad that they aren't breaking up and hope they record another album because it kind of sucks that they recorded a shitty long acoustic closing track for this one, and it would be a pretty weak farewell.  Besides that ill-advised move, this is a killer hardcore record full of trapped-in-a-cage vocals and mad postpunk groove parts. I like the way this is mixed a lot better than "A New Beat From a Dead Heart" was, it sounds a lot less moshy and modern.  Hopefully that means Kurt Ballou is getting better at not making every band sound the fucking same.  I'm hearing a lot more 90s and a lot less deathwish sound in this shit, a lot of it reminds me of the Monorchid or Jesus Lizard, even Crimson Curse in spots.  If you want to hear noisy 90s style hc about some next-level spirits and shit, welcome to the next 23 minutes of your life.

108 - 18:61

No other band embodies the spirit of Venom's "Black Metal" quite like Midnight does to me.  These guys play rock and roll the way its meant to be played:  Loud as hell, fast as hell, and about how stoked they are to be on the same team as Satan.  Here's a bunch of their demos and b-sides and live stuff, which isn't the most consistent batch of rockers on the planet but I'll take Midnight drunk and sloppy over any of that bullshit new indie rock with wussies who don't play loud.  TURN UP THE HELL!

Midnight - Berlin is Burning

Speaking of wussies who don't play loud, here's an album from the only guy on the planet who can play a pop show with just a classical guitar and still blow me away.  Jonathan Richman has matured so perfectly over the years from an attention-seeking young man into the most whimsical musician on the planet, and this is probably his late-career masterpiece.  Truly, if you've never felt like this then you might just be a sociopath.

I was waiting for affection, but I was looking in the wrong direction; what I needed was not so much to be loved, as to love

I can't leave you with such a nice mellow piece of music so here's a raging fuckin 6 song rager from Talk is Poison.  This is what hardcore is supposed to sound like.  If you ever catch one of their infrequent reunion sets you should probably do it, if you ever see one of their records you should probably buy it.  Fuck yeah for Talk is Poison.