Monday, June 20, 2016

V/A - Shiny Grey Monotone Radio - Show 16

Label: n/a
Year: 2016

Has it really been almost a year since you've been granted privileged access into the dark recesses of my soul via the most exalted (by me) digital mixtape series ever? Really? Dang.
Sorry. That one's on me.
But look, to make it up to you, I present yet another volume of 200% guaranteed 5 star, Zagat rated authentic rock music experience. Carefully...wait for it...CURATED by yours truly for maximum potency. And when something is curated, that's essentially French for "impeccable tastes administered by overbearing ego", which you just can't put a price on. Try to...nobody would dare monetize this dispensation. I'm talking motherfucking gold, motherfucking frankincense, AND motherfucking myrrh. All that shit! Good enough for 'Lil Baby Jesus, sure as shit good enough for ya'lls crusty butts. No offense. My diabetes must be acting up. Got me all discombobulated and ornery. Pretty sure the doctor's gonna amputate my right foot, which is enough to get most man's dander up. It's the dander talking.
Please enjoy the compilation, and leave me to my misery.

The bands:
Hot Snakes
Bitch Magnet
The Austerity Program
Dead Meat
White Shit
Rocket Fuel Is The Key


Wednesday, June 15, 2016

Kill Life w/ Dwid - Snake Kills Entire Family 7"

Label: Magic Bullet
Year: 2012

How was your day today? Good? Productive?
I'm glad.
My day was more stressful than it needed to be, and I lasted longer than it should (not trying to get all into space/time continuum shit...I know that 24 hours is 24 hours...). So, on my way home from work I wanted somebody to yell into my ear at a high volume over top of some noisy, crusty hardcore.
You know's real good at yelling? Dwid. Dwid is really good at it. So, he did. He yelled in my ear for all of four minutes or so. Whatever the length of these three dark, weird, blisters.
The band may or may not be members of Integrity (besides Dwid), Pulling Teeth, Magrudergrind, Fucked Up, Leaf Hound and Throwing Up.


Saturday, June 11, 2016

Fugazi - Live Athens, GA, 40 Watt - 02-19-93

Label: bootleg
Year: 1993

Brief history lesson: a few months ago I posted the sister show to this one, the show from the preceding evening in 1993. You may find that here.
Less brief history lesson: this show, and the accompanying one, were real game changers to me...which is important to you...probably. They demonstrated a band emerging from what I (and it appears, only I) considered a lull in their career, with such ferocity and controlled chaos that I was left to reconsider my previous opinions of what a band "can" and "could" do, if given the time and space to do so. In an era of awkward post-hardcore missteps by lots of bands, Fugazi managed to build on one of the strongest legacies in all of underground music, and challenge their listeners to evolve with them or risk missing out on some really, really good shit. It was a "eye opener" if you catch my drift. And I pride myself on some fairly heavy duty tunnel, I need a good eye opener every now and then. I should have never doubted Fugazi, that one's on me, but I did and it took a pair of performances so drum tight and invigorating that I would never make that mistake again.

I was just asked at work, "Gray, what's your favorite Fugazi record?" (literally...that question was literally asked of me on Thursday of last luckily I work with a guy who happens to share a lot of my own impeccable musical tastes...seriously), to which I answered without flinching, "In On The Killtaker, no diggity". Which is my honest answer (no diggity), and that's because of the show linked in this very post. Fugazi lit a fucking fire under me those two nights, and I'll never forget them...or the burrito I had before the show, which also may have contributed to the fire

DL - part 1
DL - part 2

Tuesday, June 7, 2016

The High Confessions - Turning Lead Into Gold With The High Confessions

Label: Relapse
Year: 2010

Relapse gets points for this one, a departure from their standard fare, a post-punk death rock drive across three decades of underground music passing milestones of noise, drone, industrial, and general post rock art damage along the way. Which, upon checking the roster of creatively restless personnel on this album maybe shouldn't be too great a surprise.
Steve Shelley - Sonic Youth, Crucifucks, Two Dollar Guitar, Ciccone Youth, Lee Ranaldo and The Dust, Wylde Ratttz, and Dim Stars (among millions more)
Chris Connelly - Ministry, Revolting Cocks, Pigface, Acid Horse, Murder Inc., The Bells, The Damage Manual (also among millions more)
Sanford Parker - Minsk, Buried At Sea, Nachtmystium, Twilight, Corrections House, Circle Of Animals, Behold! The Living Corpse (again, among millions more)
Jeremy Lemos - White/Light, White/Lichens, and Acteurs
Dallas Thomas - Pelican, Asschapel, and The Swan King

Essential mental sprawl.


Raw Radar War - On A Field Of White 7"

Label: Chainsaw Safety
Year: 2011

Alternately released as the 'Defend Freedom' 7" (maybe a year earlier?), this eight minutes of blistered crust sludge comes creeping up from the depths and proceeds to Entomb you into a puddle of black-n-roll foam.
Most well known as wheel in the Jonah Jenkins freight train, this band stands as a monument to the forefathers of D-beat burl. It's satisfies on a very particular level. A very loud, very direct, level.
Up the irons...up them straight to hell!


Sunday, June 5, 2016

Iceburn - Hephaestus

Label: Revelation
Year: 1993

Ambition on ambition on ambition. Iceburn decides to follow up their alienating debut lp with a concept record split into four sections across 28 songs based on the Greek god of fire. Why not? I mean, the hoodie-and-cut off camo pants crowd were now completely confused by the band, and nobody outside of that small hardcore circle had ever even heard of them. So, what's to lose? Why not go full prog/jazz/sludge?
Turns out that Iceburn would actually go further down the rabbit hole, further flummoxing those who were still following their weird trajectory. Not that folks don't need to be flummoxed on occasion...I think they (we) should.
Heavy and crazed the way Craw were heavy and crazed.
Members from, or went on to, Rival Schools, Institute, Eagle Twin, Ascend, How To Kill, and Insight.


Killdozer - God Hears The Pleas Of The Innocent

Label: Touch And Go
Year: 1995

The ultimate in backwoods burl chic. Slowly macheteing their way through a briar patch of  redneck fantasy with psychotic intent and stale cigarette breath. Going for a sort of "if the cannibal family from Texas Chainsaw Massacre started a musical revue, this could very well have been the house band" type of feel.
I would say that "they don't make 'em like this anymore", but I'm not real certain they made too much of 'em before Killdozer. Ugly music for ugly people.


Monday, May 23, 2016

Black Cobra - Imperium Simulacra

Label: Season f Mist
Year: 2016

Sometimes the heart wants metal, and the gets what the heart wants (except low cholesterol whole grain foods...the heart does not get that very gets hot dogs...lots and lots of hot dogs).
When my heart wants something heavy and churning, my heart calls out for Black Cobra. It has for many years now, and it continues unabated, just as Black Cobra continues unabated to unabatedly pummel me and mine, and I appreciate that kind of dedication.

Maybe you take Black Cobra for granted? Just like you take High On Fire for granted? Constants that have been there for you in your time of need, and now they need you. Go to them.


Tuesday, May 17, 2016

V/A - We No Fun - Athens-Atlanta 2009-2010

Label: We No Fun
Year: 2010

You are excused if the minor scene politics that accompanied the release of this record flew right over your head, as they weren't that big a deal anyway, and I don't think anyone cared 15 minutes afterwards.
Short version; Atlanta was chronicled in the documentary 'We Fun', which spotlighted the garage punk scene that centered around Rob's House and Die Slaughterhaus Records, and featured Black Lips and their satellite system. All good fun I guess, but those bands only represented one side of a much larger underground world of music, and the working musicians who made their own orbits may or may not have felt short changed by the lack of coverage in what was billed as a sort of "this is Atlanta" type film. Or maybe they never took it that seriously. Probably not. Or maybe.
Whatever the case, 'We No Fun' became the clearinghouse for another version of the city (and neighboring Athens), exposing a seedier underbelly of sorts. Less 'rock club' and more 'eviction house party', you know? The sounds of guys and girls weaned on smelly punk rock shows getting their kicks giving kicks.

The Bands:
Vera Fang - shout at the devil, and then continue shouting at everything and everyone else ever. Forever.
Brass Castle - the twin towers of power come staggering out of the gates with this motorik damage Kraut fuck that threatens to cloud over your weekend. Stay inside.
Retconned -try playing a Slaves 7" in a floppy disc drive and this paranoid chant is about right.
The Sunglasses - frayed edge post hardcore noise blow out. Easy cum, easy go home and eat a pizza.
Judi Chicago - dance floor freakazoid . I would hang the DJ, but he slit his wrists hours ago.
Hollow Stars - post punk informed stomper.
Lay Down Main - a touch of DC post hardcore propulsion commandeered by Atlanta noise rock alums who now how to rock noise.
SIDS - death-rock-y synth spazz that drags the corpse of a hundred mid-nineties emo bands through the swamps of your black memory. Their track gets split across two cuts.
Skin Problems - trash can Geza X ugliness, busted robot rock.
HAWKS - brutish, disrespectful, and easily agitated. Mouthbreathers to boot.
Thy Mighty Contract - threw you for a loop, but circles back to help you home. Loud on loud.
Chrissakes - back against the wall low blow throwing unstable types. Quintessential noise rock.
High Marks - Suicide solutions. Minimal to the max.
Chopper - if your friends started a motorcycle club for fun, this would be the house band.
Electrosleep Int'l - throw your future against the wall and laugh as the remnants slide dripping to the floor of your mind. Overboard always.


Monday, May 16, 2016

Vent - Long Lost Human 7"

Label: Hydra Head
Year: 1995

Hydra Head numero uno. The beginning of a pretty miraculous run right?
I fell hard for Aaron Turner's taste in burly noise-core, and this record started his label off with a bang. It's a frazzled mess of chugging thuds and borax throated bellows that claws its way out from under a damaged hardcore cave in to lay waste to all in its path. Destructo rock.
The band was from Wichita, and had a demo, two songs that came out on a 7" called Ephemeral (which may or may not have actually been from their demo), and these two songs. That was it. They broke up and three fourths of them reformed as Boxer Rebellion, who also released a record on Hydra Head.
Enjoy. I do.

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