Saturday, August 15, 2009

Mammoth Grinder - Extinction Of Humanity


Chris from mammoth grinder asked that I take down Rage and ruin, and replace it with this instead. So for those who checked out rage and ruin know what youre in for.

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Tuesday, May 5, 2009

Negativland - Dead Dog Records

One of their best -- hunt this down. It's available in the book "FAIR USE" and is 45 minutes of awe-inspiring, laughter-inducing, ear-cringing sample-happy splatchmalarkey relating to the U.S. Copyright Act in regard to music. Only a couple of points get tiresome. Most of it is ear candy for the mind. Mmmm. I could go for some ear candy right now.

Two other things I'd like to say about why I like this so much: (A) The unbelievably hilarious way that they keep mixing in nanoseconds of well known popular songs like "Stairway to Heaven" -- so that your mind knows that it's heard something familiar, but it just can't quite place it! And (B) the way that they present BOTH sides of the issue. Of course it's obvious which side of the fence they're on, but it's really cool of them to present the other side's arguments too. GREAT!!!!



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Monday, May 4, 2009

Pissed Jeans - Shallow


For better or worse I think did it backwards with Pissed Jeans. When "Hope for Men" was released almost two years ago I picked it up based on a review I read that said they sounded "My War" era Black Flag and the Jesus Lizard. When I see music journalists using either of these bands for reference points I am almost always skeptical and rarely interested. Keeping all this in mind I would have to say Pissed Jeans are the real deal. Even though it took me forever to get Pissed Jeans debut "Shallow" I think it is my favorite of their two full length records. Although its a short record it really delivers a lot of quality tunes in about the same time period it would take for you to watch an episode of the Fresh Prince. This is the type of record where one song gets stuck in your head and when you listen to it you decide to start it from the beginning and let it play to the end.

Seaweed - Four


The most under rated band of the 90's in my opinion. "Four" is old school hardcore refined and polished to a gleaming, pop shine. This album got Seaweed a major label contract. Kid Candy made it to MTV. Seaweed was emblematic of the bright moment for American alternative music between '89 and '94. Stephanie OD'd, Mia was murdered, Kurt killed himself, and people decided that the Northwest musical aesthetic wasn't happy enough, I guess. Bring on Weezer!





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Soundgarden - Louder Than Love







This has always been my favorite Soundgarden record. I am a fan of their later work (especially Superunknown and Badmotorfinger), but this record contains a rawness and vitality that their more polished later stuff lacks. Louder Than Love straddles the two major periods in Soundgarden's career: their earlier, less-metal sounding work (e.g. Ultramega OK and Screaming Life/Fop) and their later more-metal sounding work, epitomized by the aforementioned Superunknown and Badmotorfinger. Louder Than Love contains the elements of both of these periods.

it's the band's most unapologetically heavy disc, with Badmotorfinger a close second (I think that the production on Badmotorfinger helps it sound as heavy as it does). The production on this album is a bit murky, but it completely adds to it's charm as far as I'm concerned. When you hear the double guitars come crashing in at the beginning of "Ugly Truth" you know the 80's are pretty much over forever.



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Oxbow - Narcotic story





Oxbow is one of the rare bands that exhibits such a glacial lack of compromise, from the start settling into a style that's harsh at best, and using music outside of their bubble as base componentry rather than outright influence. Never "metal" but nearly always "heavy,” Oxbow knows its history, having used blues conventions as crude scaffolds for cerebral noise rock of the most disturbing order. But if it's at all a hidden agenda of Oxbow's to destroy, or at least disfigure, "the blues" in order to save it, The Narcotic Story brings them one step closer to fruition. A vestige of the blues – of the sort evocative of some stinking deep-south abattoir – remains. But the record's eight songs are imbued with a desperate, film-noir quality, emphasizing orchestration beyond guitar, bass and drums. The band flirted with similar textures on 2002's An Evil Heat, but here there's less reliance on the typically "heavy.” The occasionally mathy Zeppelin riffs that stumble and slide, and stop-and-start rhythms are in shorter supply overall; the metal has largely been smelted out in favor of tension. Toggling between dissimilar themes over the course of the longer pieces continues to be an Oxbow hallmark, perhaps in more of a traditional fashion than a sudden edit-like jump. The transitions between the delicate and the bludgeoning are allowed to develop less jarringly in dynamic-laden numbers like "Time Gentlemen Time" and "A Winner Every Time.”


Butthole Surfers - Locust Abortion Technician




Easily one of the most bizarre, nightmarish, acid-drenched albums ever to bubble up from the gutter, Locust Abortion Technician will make you redefine the meaning of "wierd." This is the Butthole Surfer's best and most avant-garde album, filled with tapeloops, slowed/sped-up/reversed vocals and sfx, sludgey distortion and chaotic song structure. It is a crazy, schizophrenic mess that will get inside your head. I love it. The Butthole Surfers prove to be masters of the studio, as they create "music" that you would think spilled out of an insane asylum from a freaky netherworld.

Friday, April 17, 2009

ZZ TOP - Tres Hombres




Show me someone who doesn't like ZZ Top and Ill show you a cocksucker.






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Monday, April 13, 2009

*WORDS UPDATE*

I just broke my hand and wrist so typing on this thing has become quite tedious. I will try to update this thing as often as I can tolerate, but don't expect much. Also I have been getting requests that I absolutely will not oblige. Please do not request an album by some band that you already know about and either haven't bought the record or are to lazy to search it out on the nets. That being said please don't request another album from a band I have already linked on here. If you already know about it, then just go fucking buy it. My intentions here are not to be the first one on the nets to link the leaks of all the new anticipated shit before it's released from bands you already know about. What my intentions are, is to simply share what I consider essential listening to those who may not have otherwise taken the time to check out.

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Gogol Bordello - Under World Strike




Here is another one that is hit or miss, but then again Im not aiming to please anyone.

Boring old black-white miscegenation is so 20th century -- to really freak out tight-ass bigots in the '00s, somebody's gotta take the multiethnic gene-pool reconstruction worldwide. Mustachioed Gogol Bordello frontman Eugene Hutz is just the mutt to do it, and your daughter could one day be the honey he does it with. The Ukraine-born New Yorker is so smooth with the slogans -- "Think Locally, Fuck Globally" is indeed a bumper sticker whose time has come -- that even his drunken lechery feels politically astute.
"Cultural revolution's just begun," Hutz announces as he swoops into Nebraska to liberate the corn-fed teen on "Sally." And with violin riffs scratching alongside electric guitars and accordions, tumbling into a cacophony while racing to keep pace with the drums, his Gypsy-punk comrades respond: Duh.
With its paired chords landing deliberately on the upbeat, Eastern European two-stepping lends itself to Gogol Bordello's occasional reggae and dub fusions. In fact, Gypsy music -- simple yet amorphous, absorbent rather than assimilating -- is the ideal medium for sentiments like "Of course there is no 'us' and 'them,' but 'them,' they do not think the same," and other lines that flaunt the rootless cosmopolitanism that has always unsettled social conservatives. But this is also urban music; its sounds in giddy collision rather than thoughtful collaboration, its melodies in constant adjustment to the beat pounding through your neighbor's wall and the radio blare from down the block.
As Hutz swaggers, "I am a foreigner / And I'm walking through your streets," his band exudes a mingled whiff of hot-dog-cart steam and taxi exhaust crowd sweat. It's the vibrant stench of the one place nomadic sophisticates can call home -- the city that terrifies middle-American know-nothings and Islamofascists alike. At long last, here's New York punk that genuinely stinks of New York.

Friday, April 10, 2009

sgt - stylus fantasticus







Formed in 1999. The music of sgt is classic music, and the sounds of the noise, experimental, jazz, and the improvisation, etc. have mixed,It is like the technique of film music. The noise of the guitar wraps the melody that the violin plays. In addition, The base and the drum unite into one, the sound repeats development, it uplifts the person who listens, It seems to see scenery. This is by far the most beautiful piece of music I have ever heard. don't let that detour you from checking this out tough guy. maybe you can play this with your girl and I bet she's be inclined to shine that dome piece. It's hard to try to wrap this up in one neat little package but imagine a band like red sparrows or a mellow Isis that got invited to play with a band that makes the river dance music and you re getting there. my daughter said it best today and said "this is the kind of music flowers would make if they could." and I smiled at how simple but to the point a 5 year old can be.


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Mr. Bungle - California







I cant find a quality review snippet to cut and paste, so I'll try to do this album justice with my own ramblings. I post alot of things on here that I'm sure many people have already heard, or are well aware of. this blog is not for those guys. This blog is for those type of people who think Mike Patton was only the singer of Faith no More, and for those who may have heard of a band but never taken the time to check out what I consider essential listening. To me California is the quintessential Mike Pattton record. It goes everywhere any of his other output has gone only this is by for the most streamlined and accessible for new listeners. You see, Mr. Bungle is not your everyday rock band or punk band, or jazz band, or death metal band, or acopella band or etc... Mr. Bungle takes just about every imaginable musical style and somehow incorporates it into one flawless piece. some songs are soft and mellow like the first track "sweet charity" which sounds somewhere along the lines of Frank Sinatra on some sort of pharmaceutical. and then there are other efforts like "ars morendi" that reminds me of an Italian circus house band performing on acid. and there are so many other great tracks on here like "air conditioned nightmare", " goodbye sober day" and "pink cigarette" that just makes this album so worth checking out. This is one of those albums that will remain in my top five favorites for the foreseeable future.


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Thursday, April 9, 2009

wesly willis fiasco - Spookydisharmoniusconflicthellride



If you don’t know who Wesley Willis was, then you are missing out. Think of him as a bigger, fatter, crazier ODB that appealed to more white kids. If you do know who wesly willis is than you know the deal, you either love him or hate him. This isn't the usual Willis output however. In this record he is graced with the presence of a band and they are good too. Its still the same ol' ranting that you would expect and hilarious as ever, but this time its to the tune of punk meets stadium rock. Think Rollins band and you re getting close. If you are one of those people that couldn't get into his barely more than jingles, but still thought his lyrics were at least humorous should check this out and see if you like him now.

Hope Conspiracy - Death Knows Your Name



The Hope Conspiracy create a vicious atmosphere and angry mood with Death Knows Your Name. It is filled to the brim with memorable lyrics, catchy guitar hooks, and enough brute force to keep people listening and salivating to see this record preformed live. This is a highly recommended album even if you never dug The Hope Conspiracy before this album. If you claim to like hardcore, this record is for you.

Wednesday, April 8, 2009

DMBQ - Essential Sounds From Far East


DMBQ(dynamite Masters Blues Quartet), The most obvious comparison point for the band is a host of mid-’70s rockers (think Hawkwind/Deep Purple on acid... or, uh, more acid than they were already on). While the Dynamite Masters love to kick out the 4/4 jams, they have also adopted a more rugged, psychedelic take on those huge, Bonham-esque stompers. Mirroring the modern Japanese psych/rock scene’s aesthetic abandon, nearly every song on The Essential Sounds From the Far East seems moments away from falling apart completely. The rhythm section is absolutely insane; a far cry from the bombastic stability of most ’70s rock groups, it recklessly scrambles around an otherwise traditional base of psychedelic blues. On the drums, exotic temptress (read: Japanes woman) China breaks into disorienting sixteenth note fills at the drop of a dime, directing the music’s tempo and flow to shaky heights. Perhaps most notable though, is the voice of Shinji Masuko. His guttural yelps are painfully Japanese, even when trying to impersonate his American forefathers. I’m going to go out on a limb here and call his lyrical antics endearing and pretty humorous, too. Masuko only reaffirms a common belief that balls-out rock music is best heard with a grain of salt. And even if being funny isn’t DMBQ’s real intent, every time one of their killer riffs or gravity-defying drum fills blasts through my speakers, I can’t help but grin. This is the band that I feel Monotonix emulates the most.

Harvey Milk - Life...The Best Game In Town




After releasing several albums in the 90s, Harvey Milk are celebrating their own renaissance by lauding the virtues of "Life...The Best Game In Town". Spearheaded by the alternately burly and angelic vocal stylings of Milk mastermind Creston Spiers, "Life" is both tumultuous and grueling, resonating with the glorious slow-motion radiance of Total Dirge Power. They've since been joined by Thrones legend Joe Preston.

Murder City Devils - In The Name Of Blood



In Name and Blood is the third and strongest release from the Seattle-based six-piece. While it's not much of a stylistic deviation from previous releases, producer John Agnello gives the whole shebang a bottom-heavier sound. Atop this, front man Spencer Moody does what he does best: holler, holler, and holler some more. Keyboardist Leslie Hardy, a newer addition to the group, adds many Farfisa stabs and squiggles in classic garage-rock style. As the rest of the band holds down the fort, the hits keep on coming. The lead off track, "Press Gang," sounds monstrous and powerful and, like some of the other anthems on In Name and Blood (especially the cutting "I Drink the Wine"), there's almost a whiff of the lukewarm beer that was probably spilled on the lyric sheets during the album's recording sessions. The grisly, crime-scene theme of the packaging complements the MCD's excellently executed rock.

Megazilla - Please, Please, Sorry, Thank You


MEGAZILLA are a bass / drum duo from Texas that put most of the recent rudderless post-rock and stoner bands to shame with Joey Hook's nimble, tumultuous drum crashes and Corey Cottrell's stirring slacker vocals and nimble bass rifferama. "Puffy, Fuzzy Cheeks" is just ruthless, fuzz on top of fuzz, chords crackling almost to the point of total disintegration. "Grave Robbing in Texas" packs all the intensity of "Ozma"-era MELVINS. Speedier stuff like "Shanghaied" and "Gay is the New Straight" are insanely tight, crisscrossing and swerving close to the edge a la LIGHTNING BOLT. Perhaps the greatest compliment I can pay to this CD is to say that it doesn't sound like a duo band; I was convinced some sadistic power trio had attached electrodes to my brain until I checked out the liner notes. For those of you that need it me to get out on the runway with the lights, here it is: THE MELVINS and LIGHTNING BOLT are two quality bands. If you dig 'em, let MEGAZILLA kick you in the teeth for thirty minutes.

Monday, April 6, 2009

Amplified Heat - How Do You Like The Sound of That



Now, I’ve said more than a few harsh words about deliberately ‘retro’ bands in the past. However, like all music fans, I’m a total sucker for some styles when played well enough. One of those styles in my case happens to be groovy, swaggering, blues-based throwback hard rock, and Amplified Heat are masters of the craft. I enjoyed the shit out of the self-titled EP they reissued through Arclight Records earlier this year, and since then the members of this act (the Ortiz brothers; Jim on guitar, Chris on drums, and Gian on bass) were involved in a knife fight that left the rhythm section with multiple stabwounds a piece. They’ve already gotten back on their feet and recorded a new full-length, which sorta gives these guys the rock version of 50 Cent’s injury-based street cred (unlike some other Texan “badasses” I could name). More impressively, they’ve outdone their already fun packed EP with another slab of foot-stomping 70s-style rock and roll. for fans of cream, the flying burrito bros, old ZZ Top, blue cheer, SRV


The Devil and The Sea - Heart vs. Spine





Heart vs. Spine is a triumph of a debut record from start to finish. Everything about this release just punishes the senses with thick, memorable songwriting nailing it all together. TDATS are a tight unit in every aspect musically, with an ability to go from lean violent attacks to expansive, lengthier dirges without losing a bit of their edge and ferocity. I think this is a band that everyone is going to be hearing a lot more about in the near future. They’ve got all the chops needed to set the underground circuit on fire. Imagine a cross of Cavity, 16, Unsane, akimbo with just a slight pinch of early Mastodon and you’ll have an approximate mental portrait of the kind of damage this act dishes out. Heart vs. Spine is highly recommended on all counts.

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