Friday, May 29, 2015

Cows - Orphan's Tragedy

Label: Amphetamine Reptile
Year: 1994

Is anyone here going to see Cows at Bash 15?
I'm not, but would like to. Last time I saw them was sometime in 1993(?) at the 40 Watt in Athens, Georgia, and made extra memorable because one of my sisters had driven to visit me at college and her "reward" was being dragged to see Cows. And to her credit, she was a good sport even though she would have rather been watching, say, The Black Crowes or something. But, when Shannon Selberg emerged on stage wearing...repeat wearing, a blow-up doll, well, I think she might have been a tad concerned about him, or me, or everyone there.
Needless to say, they slayed, and I got to hear "Plowed", so all was right.
*Bonus: I think this video is from the show in question...

But anyway, go see Cows if you can. Go listen to Cows all day.


Tuesday, May 26, 2015

The Kneads - Letting You Let Me Down

Label: Potluck
Year: 2015

When I was coming of age in North Carolina it was known for three things back then: tobacco, basketball, and indie rock. No matter how hard my friends and I might have tried to get NC on the map for hardcore, it was the college kids and their ramshackle post hardcore indie rock that got all the attention (by this time COC had transitioned to full on metal [albeit really good metal] and Antiseen always had a....niche the same dudes who were into professional wrestling [again, nothing wrong with that]). And for good reason, it's the best in the business bar none. Period.

To understand The Kneads you need (no pun intended?) to understand the cartography of North Carolina indie rock circa 1992, when Chapel Hill was king, and Polvo, Archers of Loaf, Superchunk, Pipe, Small, and The Veldt were in high gear putting out seminal records left and right, defining a new version of alternative music that relied as much on the dissonance of Sonic Youth as it did the melody of The Kinks (by way of the dBs). Not that it was huge or anything, but people were into it and a "scene" was happening. Which was all well and good, but like most stories, there was more to it than just the big (and let's remember that "big" is a relative term here) names, there were bands scattered across the state kicking up their own strand of weirdo music, Raleigh had Picasso Trigger, Winston-Salem had Squatweiler,  Rights Reserved was from Durham(?), Charlotte had the dirtier, nastier strain with Antiseen and Sewer Puppet (nay, Buzzoven), and Greensboro an hour to the west had their own thing going. Greensboro had it's own collage, it's own artistic subculture (although Winston-Salem had the actual band, Subculture), and most nights at the Somewhere Else Tavern or the Miracle House of Rock, or somewhere on Tate Street you could find Geezer Lake or The Raymond Brake playing along side whomever had the foresight to play a show the night before or after their Cat's Cradle gig.

Geezer Lake specialized in some particularly ugly art damage that went from sludgy dirge straight into crisp catchiness all on the back of a warped trumpet. And while the Raymond Brake have been posted here before, it bears repeating that their version of indie rock was some of the best of the era, from anywhere, from any time. Well, wouldn't you know it, but The Kneads features Raymond Brake drummer Joel Darden (who plays guitar here), and formerly featured Chris Clodfelter who piloted the aforementioned trumpet in Geezer Lake, and Slowchange Madagascar (he's no longer in the band though). And wouldn't you know it, The Kneads take all of the ingredients (vinegar based ingredients, naturally) that made North Carolina indie rock the greatest indie rock of all time, and distill them out into an updated version of the form. All the glorious fractured melody, all the off-kilter guitar surges, all the seething aggression and spite that hides just below the's all there. It's all there in and it couldn't make me happier. It quenches a specific nostalgia, but it's new and different and great in it's own right. This isn't a retread of Superchunk songs (although, yeah, you'll hear Superchunk in the mix), The Knead has synthesized a sound that defined an era, pays proper homage to it, and goes forth into the good night with torch in hand to show the way for a new generation.

Listen to "Jaded and Rejuvenated" and "Persistence Changes Everything" back to back and tell me your day didn't just get a fucking thousand times better. Cause it did.

Absolutely essential.


Monday, May 25, 2015

The Onyas - Live For Rejection 7"

Label: Mans Ruin
Year: 1996

Australian garage punk that gets a little bit Dwarves and a little bit New Bomb Turks, and a splash of Motorhead, and a whole lot of simple good fun. Which, honestly, is enough on some days.
Three songs that blaze by nice and greasy, no frills, just straight ahead rock. Life ain't gotta be so serious all the time, you know?
John McKeering of The Onyas was n Cosmic Psychos, so there's that too.


Half Measures - Disastermind

Label: Blind Eye
Year: 2015

Hankering for a blast from the not-so-distant past? The halcyon days of "noise-core" when Escape Artist and Hydrahead were championing a new twist on an old favorite?
Well, here you go. The scathing metallic hardcore tempered with asymmetrical noise rock you remember. Done. Well done actually.
I still contend that Today Is The Day is the patient zero from whence this form of music came, but that's up for debate I suppose. I mean, not really up for debate, cause I'm right on this one, but up for debate in that you can feel free to disagree.


Friday, May 22, 2015

Bull - Gordon Zone

Label: Homestead
Year: 1993

Mike Meadows of Shiny Beast plays drums and bass on this one (albeit not simultaneously one must assume), and if you are a fan of Shiny Beast's sort of lumberjack thud, then you should do ok here too. It's not as Melvins-y as Shiny Beast, but it definitely has the same reference points Shiny Beast did. Lots of starts and stops where the guitar just feedbacks to fill in the space and the rhythm section (the one guy) plods along to the beat of their drummer (literally). Not unlike if Tad was covering old Floor songs. Kevin Collins of Subculture (aka the best NCHC band you never heard of, but who rule about as hard as COC, who have heard of), Erectus Monotone, and most recently Double Negative, plays guitar here. How these two North Carolinians ended up in Chicago playing in together as Bull is a mystery I do not have the answer to, but would love to know.
Another mystery I'd like to know is, did they name the song "Walsby" on this record after future Shiny Beast and Double Negative bandmate (and world famous graphic artist...peep the 7 Seconds Walk Together Rock Together cover for proof) Brian Walsby?
No vocals. So if that is a deal breaker,'s off I guess. The instrumental nature doesn't bother me one bit with this band, you can easily get lulled into their messy groove and zone out to the noise.
Trivia: ex-Big Black bassist Dave Riley was in the original version of this band, and recorded with them on their first ep. Worth mentioning because...well...Big Black. If Bull was good enough for Dave Riley you can sure as shit bet they will be good enough for you as well.


Tuesday, May 19, 2015

Season To Risk - In A Perfect World

Label: Red Decibel
Year: 1995

One Season To Risk post begets another I guess. And why not?
This, their second full length, is informed more by noise rock than by whatever it is they were informed by before (bar-b-que?). It's a little more staccato and punchy, and less grooving than the debut album. Which I'm fine with. Are you?
They recorded with Martin Bisi this time around, and that worked out well for them, as you might expect. A big but dirty sound that suits these more aggressive songs really well.
Great overlooked band. Don't overlook them any longer.


Friday, May 15, 2015

Spaceboy - The Force That Holds Together A Heart Torn To Pieces

Label: Howling Bull
Year: 2000

Sort of a departure for this blog, and for my own personal tastes, as generally I don't go for the "everything but the kitchen sink" style of spazz-metal. But in case of Spaceboy I make an exception. Certainly first and foremost because of the presence of one Clifford Dinsmore formerly of Bl'ast! on vocals. As a perennial favorite of mine, I'll check out whatever project he's in just on his reputation alone.
Aside from Mr. Dinsmore's allure, there's quite a bit more to love here. After the initial freakout of the opening track, the record settles into a more digestible mix of sludgy metallic hardcore fits and spurts. The band's moniker ought to be fair warning that things will get a little psychedelic at times. If not, fourth track "Pot Hibernation" will hammer the point home. If you can get into the way Rwake treats their Robotussin informed metal, then you can definitely get into this.
Recorded by Billy Anderson, so you know it sounds massive. The other guys in the band were in precursor band Gargantua, as well as The Fucking Champs and Villains. No slouches.
Get loud.


Gold Leather - Illuminasti

Label: self released
Year: 2013

Weirdness works. Usually. And Texas bands generally know how to "weird-up" their noise rock. Or maybe it's not that they know, as much as they just do. Like, it comes naturally. Something about the heat and the bar-b-que and the politics of that place.
Gold Leather do it real well. They lock into driving grooves of death rock and ride those fuckers straight into the ground. Just hold on.
The songs are brightened (a term used lightly [a pun not intended]) with organ to highlight a general pall of creepiness that informs most of the songs. Whether lurching from their crypts or blasting across some sun baked prairie somewhere, the band crafts a fully encompassing sound that can easily lull you, the listener, into a state of semi-hypnosis whereupon you are urged to listen to the commands of you neighbors cat and indeed, finally quit that dead end job, finally give Donna from the marketing department what she's been hinting at for months, and finally choke out that piece of shit boss of yours, Skip. Fucking Skip. Fuck that asshole and his bullshit. The power compels thee! Head the Master's call (your neighbor's cat is named Master, right?)!
Top shelf low brow. Highly recommended.


Monday, May 11, 2015

Season To Risk - Season To Risk

Label: Red Decibel
Year: 1993

A true relic of the early 90s, complete with major label shell company record release and attempts to "build ground buzz by pushing hard to college radio". But, in spite of it, Season To Risk put out a really solid record of alternative rock music as funneled through a noise rock filter. How you feel it's aged, well, that's up to you, and will most likely be a reflection of your age.
As for myself, I honestly believe that had I not seen Season To Risk before hearing them on record, I probably would have written them off as another Paw kind of band. You know, like a band that has some cool riffs and genuine heaviness but sabotages it with too much forced melody? There were lots of those bands during this time period. But, Season To Risk's live show was really loud, and aggressive, and mean and all that. So, when I saw the record I grabbed it, and could "hear" it as the live band. Don't know how you will "hear" it now, but I'm curious to know. If you can get excited by Helmet, Quicksand, 700 Miles, Barkmarket, and JJ's Paradise Players Club, and you aren't scared off by some actual singing...then I feel pretty good you'll enjoy it.
The other thing that keeps me revisiting this record every so often is what Season To Risk did AFTER it, how they got progressively dirtier and weirder but kept a distinct sound that was identifiable. It's like they learned from this one, and worked really hard to hone their songs. Plus, they put out a split with Glazed Baby. So...I mean shit, that makes them worth it right there. Also did a split with Starkweather, if that helps. They had Derek Hess drawing their posters and covers and stuff...they had it going on.
Members were in and went on to be in: Shiner, Glazed Baby, Roman Numerals, Life and Times, Libido Boys, Year Of The Rabbit, Joy Circuit, Gunfighter, Quitters Club, and on and on.
Give it a whirl in case you missed it the first time around, just maybe skip the last track...for everybody's sake. Neil Young covers are tough.


Thursday, May 7, 2015

Castor - Tracking Sounds Alone

Label: MUD
Year: 1998

You all know how much I like to go on record with outlandish claims, right? And you are all well aware of my proclamation of the 90's emo Holy Trinity of: Boilermaker, Car vs. Driver, and this band, Castor, right? We've collectively covered that ground many times previous I think. I've weathered the many comments of "what about Boys Life, or Giants Chair?" (they were in fact good, just not AS good), "what about Shiner?" (also a phenomenal band, but not exactly travelling in the same circles as the above, Shiner played at bars, and Castor played house shows. But, if it makes you feel better [or nullifies my own argument] Allen Epley of Shiner has vocals on this very album), "what about Sunny Day Real Estate?" (ditto the Shiner comment), and on an on. Yes, there were a million really good bands playing and releasing albums in the 90's and yes lots of them either self-identified or were deemed "emo", but for money, my bags and bags of gold bullion, Boilermaker, Castor and Car vs. Driver were the very best, and their collective discographies can be enjoyed today as easily as they were "back in the day" (can you say that about Christie Front Drive? No.).

But, let's get back to this record.

If you had the first record, then this one was a natural progression. The same rock solid songwriting. The same incredible (and understated) musicianship. The same alternately haunting and driving structures. The only difference would be in the vocals of Jeff Garber, where here he seems to draw out each word, stretching the lines, giving the overall performance an almost distant or ethereal quality. It's a only noticeable to those who are already familiar with their other recordings, and not a huge sea change or anything, just a new twist. Easily, this record is one of the best examples of this "type of music", and generally one of the better records in my collection. I love it dearly, and revisit it often. If you don't have it, please have it.

Members went on to National Skyline, Year Of The Rabbit, Skanking Pickle (eww), The Joy Circuit, The Great Crusades, Days In December, Centaur, Sarge, and Blue Meanies (again, eww).


Wednesday, May 6, 2015

Radiation Blackbody - Falling To Death Through Time and Space

Label: self released
Year: 2014

If you think "ex-Taint" gets my attention (see below), then how about "ex-Anodyne"?
Joshua Scott and Joel Stallings, the rhythm section of the very much missed band Anodyne are back (after also being "back" once before as the rhythm section of Defeatist) to dish out the crazy mathy, but still heavy duty rock n roll that you so desire. And by rock n roll, I of course mean grinding, start/stop, bludgeoning loudness. basically what rock music is. I think. I sorta stopped following the medium after that Monkees show went off the air (the reruns of course...I'm not THAT old).
No vocals. No guitar. All attack.
For a preview of what the album sounds like, take that cover art, enlarge it, and stare deeply into the center triangle as you move your head back and forth towards the screen. Slowly at first, but gradually picking up speed until you either pass out, vomit, or see the face of god. Whichever comes first (I personally saw a sailboat, but then again, I haven't been to church in a really long time).


Hark - Crystalline

Label: Season Of Mist
Year: 2014

Big, expansive, sludgy volume. Ex-Taint. From Wales.
But, what separates this band from a million other "big, expansive, sludgy" bands, is that they can a) get away with injecting some melody into the songs, and b) throw a weird time change curveball into the songs. Sounds like it could have come out of Savannah, Georgia circa 2005 (sorta LOOKS like it could have come out of Savannah, Georgia circa 2005 too...John Baizley tip 'o the cap in the cover art).
For my metal homies.


Monday, May 4, 2015

Pord - Wild

Label: Solar Flare
Year: 2014

Did Chris Spencer have French triplets (possible new band name: Chris Spencer's French Triplets...trademarked!)? They sound to certainly have some of that Unsane DNA (which frankly, got all over the damned place, I mean, you've seen the album covers), but they also have some modern hardcore genetics in play as well (Breach, Knut). Which I'm not now, nor ever, complaining about. And then, every so often Pord will inject some off-kilter section into their song, something that snaps you out of the your bedroom headbanging and forces you to recalibrate the rate at which you are snapping your neck to and fro. The band cite some noise rock titans as influences, and that must be what's informing their decisions to take a straight ahead four on the floor banger and careen it around a few curves prior to ramming it straight through the back wall of the garage.
I like it. Good shit.


Craw - Kickstarter Campaign mkII

My unabashed love for Craw supersedes my general disdain for Kickstarter campaigns. My unabashed love for Craw also supersedes my general disdain (and confusing web of mixed emotions) for nostalgia cash-ins.

Craw is easily, far and away the best band that "not enough people heard of", and how that happened is a mystery to me. But maybe their allure was part and parcel to their low profile? Partially anyway?

If you like music that is loud and satisfying and complex and dense and heavy and intense and unsettling and wholly original, then there is no way that you do not, or will not like Craw. It's just that simple.

So, here is a chance to have the first three Craw records re-released with all the requisite ephemera that goes with it these days. They deserve it. You probably deserve it.

Check into it.


Friday, May 1, 2015

Useless Children - Post Ending // Pre Completion

Label: Iron Lung
Year: 2012

More Australian insanity! Yes!
I'm fucking into this record! Cripplingly dense with warm fuzzy, effects-laden feedback. So much so that they should credit it as the fourth member of the band. It's the key to holding together the wild collection of volume together into a cohesive song. Makes for a gloriously punishing listen.
You see that album cover up there? The bad trip looking melting hell thing? Yeah, well, that's sort of your ears after giving this album a properly loud listen. It brings together some of the pummeling of Godflesh, some of the sludge-fuck (patent pending) of Gob, some of the swirling madness of Head Of David, and some genuine cobra venom just to ramp things up. Total fuck, no light exits.
There are moments where it sounds as if the bass track has been slowed to half speed, resulting in an unholy rumble under the din. It's sickeningly beautiful, and unbelievably effective in drawing the listener into the dystopian universe of each song. Gnarly.
There's a cameo by Rick from Feedtime, and the whole record was mastered by Alex mean...c'mon! You will not be disappointed.

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