Saturday, December 27, 2008
My favorite album by these guys. From 2001. This is one of a few bands whose lyrics must be ignored/unheard at all costs, along with Gojira, McLusky and others I can't think of at the moment. That's tough, though, because the main draw here is the deranged vocal stylings of wildman Arrington de Dionyso. I swear the fucker is possessed. Anyway, enjoy.
Tuesday, December 23, 2008
Monday, December 22, 2008
Basically, this is Eyehategod. All the members are the same, minus one, and the music sounds pretty much the same, too. Although, apparently Eyehategod is still together. Go figure. Maybe they just finally realized what a stupid name Eyehategod is. Like, if that's what you want as your name, then just be I Hate God. For years I resisted listening to them because of the terrible name, but when I finally gave in I was hooked. They're great, and this is great, too.
VBR @ 220+ kbps
Sunday, December 14, 2008
Saturday, December 13, 2008
A doom metal masterpiece. They could stop making doom metal right now and it really wouldn't matter, because the perfect doom metal recording is right here. This is one 70+ minute song, by the way, and while it's probably on 100 other blogs out there, I had to have it on mine, too.
I wonder how Thoreau would feel about having his words attached to this album (yes, I had to google it). Don't let the tame cover fool you - these guys are angry. I have to imagine that making music like this is therapeutic, though. Roar.
Wednesday, December 10, 2008
Midwestern hatecore from 1989. This is about as close as any band has ever come to sounding like Killdozer, which is no small feat. If I recall correctly, the label in the middle of the record had a photo of a woman that turned into a man when you fit it over the little knob in the record player. Or at least a woman with a penis, like the one on the back of the record. Maybe these guys were trying to tell us something?
Tuesday, December 9, 2008
Debut album on Earache records from 1988 featuring the first recorded appearance of James Plotkin. If you had told me that this guy would have a long and distinguished career when I first heard this, I would have said nay. But here we are 20 years later, and he's still going strong, although mostly as a producer. Also featuring Alan Dubin on vocals -- you may know these two from their work in Khanate. This is more of a historical curiosity (not an historical curiosity, because that's stupid) than anything else. In other words, it's not that good, but you may be curious to hear it anyway.
Monday, December 8, 2008
I know next to nothing about these guys, except that they're from London and they sound a little like Unsane at times. Yes, I'm posting more retro-AmRep noisiness. I guess I don't really need to tell you that it's good, since, after all, I'm posting it, which I wouldn't do if it weren't. You see, I only like things that are good. And I definitely don't like things that suck.
VBR @ 192+ kbps
Friday, December 5, 2008
Featuring Seth Putnam of Anal Cunt. Sure, it's a joke, but it's a funny one. Acoustic black metal which was supposedly created because there was somebody sleeping in the next room. Then again, Seth doesn't exactly seem like the kind of guy who would care if somebody was trying to sleep, so who knows. This, believe it or not, has spawned a raft of imitators. Let your response to the song titles below be your guide.
|A1||Grim and Frostbitten Moongoats of the North|
|A2||Forlorned Invocations of Blasphemous Congregations of Lusting Goat Sodomizing Sathanis|
|A3||Gazing at the Blasphemous Moon While Perched atop a Very Very Very Very Very Very Very Forsaken Crest of the Northern Mountain|
|A4||Bloodlustfully Praising Satan's Unholy Almightiness in the Woods at Midnight|
|A5||Nocturnal Cauldrons Aflame Amidst the Northern Hellwitch's Perpetual Blasphemy|
|A6||Transfixing the Forbidden Blasphemous Incantation of the Conjuring Wintergoat|
|B1||Masturbating on the Unholy Inverted Tracks of the Grim & Frostbitten Necrobobsledders|
|B2||Awaiting the Blasphemous Abomination of the Necroyeti While Sailing on the Northernmost Fjord of Xzfgiiizmtsath|
|B3||Lustfully Worshipping the Inverted Moongoat While Skiing Down the Inverted Necromountain of Necrodeathmortum|
|B4||Awaiting the Frozen Blasphemy of the Necroyeti's Lusting Necrobation Upon the Altar of Voxrfszzzisnzf|
|B5||Summoning the Unholy Frozen Winterdemons to the Grimmest and Most Frostbitten Inverted Forest of Abazagorath|
|B6||Entranced by the Northern Impaled Necrowizard's Blasphemous Incantation Amidst the Agonizing Abomination of the Lusting Necrocorpse|
|B7||Grim and Frostbitten Gay Bar|
Thursday, December 4, 2008
I have no idea what the title of this album means. Think about it for a while and let me know if you come up with something. Is it just some nonsense thrown together and meant to sound deep? That's my take. Have you ever read a placard next to a painting in a gallery and felt embarrassment for the writer? Miró is betokening the epistemologial ontology of extemporaneous, preternatural synthesis. The viewer is invited -- nay, challenged -- to dichotomize the essential proclamation of vigor and foudroyance in this opus, and time will fuse its worth to him splendiferously.
To fuse is to bring two things together, but worth is only one thing. I suppose there could be something interesting to say about the worth of time...but one thing I know for sure is that the time you spent reading this just now was wasted, and thus worth nothing.
Fuse that in your time and worth it.
Oh, this album, despite the stupid title, is pretty good, so download it now.
Tuesday, December 2, 2008
Gregg Turkington, the warped genius behind Neil Hamburger, not to mention Caroliner, Faxed Head, Zip Code Rapists and others, makes his first foray into self-help/meditation tapes. Only for those who are prepared for the ultimate experience in extreme relaxation.
Thanks go to Dimitri for this one.
It's spoken word, so who cares about the bitrate
Australia had a decent little noise rock scene in the late 80s and early 90s. With the help of Amphetamine Reptile records, bands such as feedtime, Lubricated Goat and these guys found an audience among college radio dorks. (I know, because I was one.) Not all the stuff from that era still sounds good to me, but this one does.
Monday, December 1, 2008
Sunday, November 30, 2008
The album without which Sunn 0)))) and Boris and Nadja and all the others would not exist. Ambient metal. Although it's very easy to tune this out and do other stuff while it's playing, the second it ends I feel empty inside and want to put it back on. Maybe that's the effect that noted heroin-enthusiast Dylan Carlson was going for.
Saturday, November 29, 2008
Friday, November 28, 2008
Strange that a bunch of Japanese guys would choose Les Rallizes Dénudés as a name given that they are almost certainly incapable of pronouncing it. I've read that this is the greatest rock album of all time -- the very quintessence of rock music. While I don't necessarily believe that, it's fucking great. What all spacerock bands wish they were, but aren't. One of the previous band members hijacked a plane in 1970, directed it to North Korea, and is still living there to this day. I wonder how that worked out for him.
Monday, November 24, 2008
Thanks to Petya for fixing the links to There's a Vomitsprinkler in My Liverriver and Flutina. I'm not sure what happened with the originals, but they ended up being mono. He (she?) was nice enough to "re-master" them for me, so if you downloaded them before, you should re-download them now.
One million internets for you, Petya.
One million internets for you, Petya.
Sunday, November 23, 2008
Avant guitar noodling from the son of Peter Brötzmann -- see the Last Exit post a few days back. Sounds a bit like Helios Creed when he gets going, but with less drugginess and more violence. I could do without the singing, actually.
These are .m4a files, so I don't know what the bitrate is, but it should play just fine
Thursday, November 20, 2008
Insane Czech Republic brutal death metal or goregrind or whatever the hell you want to call it. As you may have noticed, 'insane,' 'wacky,' 'spastic,' etc. are all positives around here. A recorded barrel of recorded monkeys couldn't possibly be this much fun.
AOR were a part of the RISD noise-rock posse. I originally thought about posting this after hearing AIDS Wolf. These guys never got the credit they deserved, if you ask me, and it probably has something to do with the callow lyrics and whiny vocals. (I sure know how to sell 'em.) But, if you can get past all of that, the music is uniquely discordant and jagged and noisy. Some of the lyrics are actually worth a chuckle, too, such as
Your kids are not safe from us homosexuals
Your kids are controlled by the intellectuals
Your kids will dabble in that devilish stuff
Your kids will dream about their teacher's muff
Really excellent album from the New Orleans southern-fried grind/metal/sludge/heroin scene. Sounds muscular, if that's possible. Nothing at all like their current stuff, which just doesn't do it for me. When I say 'nothing at all,' that's in the relative sense, of course.
Wednesday, November 19, 2008
Tuesday, November 18, 2008
Slow, tortured, misanthropic doomsludge measured not in beats-per-minute but minutes-per-beat. Some of the most bleak and tormented vocals you're ever likely to hear, by the same guy who sang for Old Lady Drivers way back when. He manages to make the line "I did this for you" into the creepiest thing you've ever heard. What exactly did he do, I wonder? It couldn't have been a nice thing, that's for sure.
Also featuring James Plotkin and Stephen O'Malley, of whom you probably have heard. I can't explain why it feels so good to listen to something so depressed and depressing and grim (but not frostbitten). It just does.
Perhaps a slightly mellower version of the Turtle, but still pretty out there. Oddly, the lyrics are in Spanish, but then everything these guys do is odd. Their penultimate release, which came after a long layoff from 1996 to 2002. Anyway, get it.
Monday, November 17, 2008
Hyperkinetic no-wave calisthenics from early-80's Philadelphia. This release compiles all of their recorded output, plus some previously unreleased stuff. Props to Dimitri for turning me on to this. When he said they had more spastic energy than The Contortions, I pooh-poohed. Turns out he was right.
I stole this from the excellent Cosmic Hearse blog. Although I downloaded it more out of curiosity than anything else, and was prepared to delete it after one listen if not sooner, it's actually pretty good. Listen for yourself, or go over there and read Aesop's write-up, which is undoubtedly better than anything up with which I could have come.
VBR @ 256 kbps average
P.S. -- This is Billy Joel before he was Billy Joel, wailing on a fuzzed-out organ like some sort of jazzman, but stoned out of his mind like some sort of metalhead.
Swedish post-rock/post-metal in the vein of Neurosis, Conifer, Isis, etc. Sounds not unlike what would happen if you crossed the band Sleep with the band Come, perhaps in a ratio of 3-to-1 or so. Although there's more Sleep than Come, it occurs to me that Sleep Come would be a very different name, with different and most likely unwanted connotations.
VBR @ 192 kbps on average
Big thanks to Beelzebozo for this one. More Deep Turtle, which means more music that you must have. There are 18 tracks total, but they're clustered in groups of 3, so there are only 6 actual .mp3 files. Those crazy Finns!
Apparently his real name is Warren Harding Sharrock. Who names their kid after Warren Harding? Anyway, a change of pace for this place, perhaps, but I've been listening to this album for years and it still sounds good. It's also the last album he recorded before dying, so you kinda owe it to him to check it out. Featuring Pharaoh Sanders on sax. Sorry, but I couldn't find a better cover image than the one above.
So apparently there's a flourishing music scene in Columbia, MO. Who knew? I recently drove across the country, and while we didn't make it to Columbia specifically, the part of Missouri we did see was without question one of the lowlights. Along with Oklahoma and Indiana. And Amarillo, TX. But, this album is quite excellent. It's almost like a new musical style -- part metal/sludge/doom, part krautrock, part post-rock or whatever you want to call it. You'll like it.
Sunday, November 16, 2008
This is the first post in here of an album that's a bit new to me. At first listen it has a Warhammer 48k-ish vibe, but less metal. Sort of meandering, but in a good way. I think. They're from Poughkeepsie, which seems to me like the town most well-suited for inclusion in a limerick of some sort.
There once was a girl from Poughkeepsie
Who something something something gypsy
...on second thought, maybe Nantucket is better.
Brutal death metal band from Santa Cruz. This stuff always brings a smile to my face, and these guys manage to incorporate genuine songcraft into the mix, too. Or at least that's what Burt Bacharach said.
VBR @ 224 kbps minimum
The best band ever from Indiana. (I know what you're thinking, but John Cougar Mellencamp is not a band.) Some sort of post-hardcore damaged art punk weirdness. Their last album was a rock opera about a guy who went through a sex change in order to become famous, or something like that. I have no idea what this one is about, although the cover image is fairly evocative, yeah?
VBR @ 256 kbps minimum
Sure, these guys are silly, but there is nothing silly or ironic about my enjoyment of this album. Black metal is not really my thing, but then this isn't really black metal, is it? Er, in some sense, this is as black as black metal gets -- just look at that cover -- but musically it's closer to death metal, I'd say. Which is a good thing.
Finnish forest circus music. The Finns are slowly surpassing the Japanese for weird, head-scratching but irresistible music. Maybe it has something to do with using syllables, rather than letters, to construct words. Or maybe it's just a coincidence. It really sounds to me like these guys inhabit a different world, and I guess that's part of the charm.
Fucking insane art-metal from Australia. Although I'm sure it was a conscious decision by the band to record it this way, I really wish it sounded better. There's some serious axework going on, but half the time you can't hear it. Still, this is a must for those who enjoy musical extremes.
Saturday, November 15, 2008
The best Melt-Banana album, in my opinion, due in no small part to the presence of Dave Witte on drums. Every single one of the members is at the top of their game here, though. One of the highlights of my life thus far was seeing them play in Tokyo, not long after the release of this album. I screamed out "Meruto-Banana wa ichiban ii desu," to which the lead singer responded "arigato." It was cute. The first and last tracks are some sort of electro-waste-of-time, but I included them for the sake of completeness.