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.