Sunday, June 22, 2014
Label: Riot Season / SuperFi / Swarm Of Nails
Hey bro, let's blog.
Let's play pin-the-tail-on-the-donkey, ok? But in this version of the game we put a heavy cotton sack over your head and start swinging on you with cricket bat. Then we spin you around to get you all good and discombobulated, and watch you try and find the donkey...across the room...that's littered with broken glass shards, cactus plants, and the odd king cobra. Want to?
Or not. Whatever.
You could just listen to this instead, I guess. This sorta Ken Mode meets Kowloon Walled City meets Keelhaul meets The Great Sabatini meets Hey Colossus type of noise/sludge/metal/hate crime.
Tuesday, June 10, 2014
Label: Self Released
Late to the Elephant Rifle party (first reported here), but making up for lost time. As should you. Unless you were "there, man", in which case, I apologize for "blowin' up your spot".
I like this a lot, it tickles my fancy in a few different ways. In a noise rock way. In a post hardcore way. And in a hardcore, hardcore way. If you too have any of these fancies, then prepare to have them tickled in kind. Hell, they even have the decency to cover the ONE good Rush song...the one that sounds like total Sabbath worship, "Working Man"!
Thursday, June 5, 2014
Label: Death By Blowjob
Oh, that long and esteemed lineage of bands who's t-shirts you can't wear around your parents. A proud and noble tradition that for me personally, began with a Circle Jerks shirt that wasn't very popular around the house circa 1986, and a G.B.H. shirt my father took particular umbrage with due to some "anti-authoritarian" imagery, especially a cracked open skull which he (my father) somehow wrote the back story narrative on which involved riot police, disrespect, and corporal punishment...it was a very thorough analysis of an otherwise innocuous mall-punk shirt. The irony of it all, is that now I have to think about my children's reaction when I don a "classic" shirt to work around the house and have to explain why there is a hand coming up out of a festering grave on my Entombed "Left Hand Path" live 1990 shirt. Sucks man.
So, the second hardest part about liking Strangulated Beatoffs, once you get up the moxie to rock their merch in public, is to actually LIKE the Strangulated Beatoffs. It's not easy. It's not supposed to be easy, that's not the way the music is structured...if you want to call it music. With all it's droning, looping, repetition, it's as much endurance test as it is music. Maybe it's the supposed subliminal messages contained within each track (one of them is centered around the "Pied Piper" flute hypnosis played by Martin Mull in a particularly brutal episode of the Wonder Woman television series), but something makes this album listenable. Something.
One half of the this two man champagne jam is Stan Seitrich from Drunks With Guns, which neither explains nor justifies the band, but for a noise rock focused blog, it's important to note.