Black Elk s/t

The eponymous debut from Portland, Oregon's Black Elk is a raging, frothing-at-the-mouth eruption of damaged yet majestic destructo rock, seriously heavy and seriously catchy. A creeped out conglom of carnivorous charred hardcore punk, the sludgy power of primo Pacific Northwest tarpit rawk (think Karp, Melvins, and early Soundgarden as reference points), twitchy Midwestern noise rage somewhere between Am Rep circa-1991 and a more rabid Die Kreuzen, and a goatheaded psychedelic backwoods black mass/dance party risen to a fever pitch. Produced by Mike Lastra at Smegma Studios (Earth, Thrones, Jackie-O Motherfucker).

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Shellac - 1000 hurts

To the one true God above:here is my prayer -not the first you've heard, but the first I wrote.(not the first, but the others were a long time ago).There are two people here, and I want you to kill them.Her - she can go quietly, by disease or a blowto the base of her neck, where her necklaces close,where her garments come together,where I used to lay my face...That's where you oughta kill her,in that particular place.Him - just fucking kill him, I don't care if it hurts.Yes I do, I want it to,fucking kill him but firstmake him cry like a woman,(no particular woman),let him hold out hope that someone or other might comethen fucking kill him

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