Saturday, July 19, 2014
What would be the matter with the kind of person who couldn't get going to this record? Like, what would allow that level of stubbornness and unpleasantness in a guy (I'm going to give the ladies a pass on this one...I'm not real certain that a woman should find much joy in Saint Vitus...nor am I sure I could trust a female like that)?
Three songs; one being a Black Flag cover (obviously [and it's a perfectly crafted version, naturally]), one being a mournful Sabbath-y ode to the proverbial "end", and the other being my personal favorite Saint Vitus jammer of all jammers, "Look Behind You". It's also worth noting, this is the Wino fronted version of the band which, I'm sure some would disagree (but they'd be stupid, fucking idiot assholes for doing so), is THEE quintessential version. Plus, also worth noting that Dave Chandler on the cover has combined "metal chic" (bullet belt and bandanna) with "hardcore aesthetic" (Germs t-shirt and Chuck Taylors) a full two decades before the look caught on. Next level shit.
Wednesday, July 16, 2014
Mother of mercy! Survival Knife deliver the goods with extreme prejudice! The live version of "Gold Widow" is a killer.
Cannot get enough of this band, they are scratching a very specific musical itch that not many others are even qualified to do. If you don't have their album yet, you'd be wise to save up you lawnmowing money and get cracking on it.
Monday, July 14, 2014
Label: Self Released
Your mother cut your Tang with Drano, didn't she? That is, when she bothered to feed you at all.
Your childhood was a stifling dog crate lined in scratchy, flea-infested wool. Your friends were the swords of sunlight that managed to break through the wire mesh and cut the darkness into suffocating shafts of escape. Your favorite song was, and always will be, the sound of the car pulling out of the driveway.
Love thy neighbor...
Damn near anti-everything, this builds on the rhythmical disrespect of a Venetian Snares glitch, crossed with the abrasive hate of "Fucked On A Pile Of Corpses" era Skullflower, played with the bad attitude of a Harry Pussy...but with the loving grace of a band saw. It's the atonal scree of Wolf Eyes as deciphered and recoded by Masami Akita's 808, and narrated by an agitated drifter screaming at you on the street below through the fan blades of your window unit.
Saturday, July 5, 2014
Label: Self Released
Maximum hardcore overdrive that serves up 5 songs in about 7 minutes. So, 7 minutes later you're done with your smoke break and your back on the factory floor aimlessly driving a forklift from one vat of glue to another, but now you have the resolve to deal with Glen. That piece of shit Glen...your asshole boss...G-L-E-N.
Fuck that guy. He wouldn't even know what to DO with a His Hero Is Gone / Cursed hybrid like this. Glen wouldn't even be able to identify the sample at the end of the recording! That dumb shit.