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		<description><![CDATA[Steve Adamyk Better Off 7&#8243; (Red Lounge)
North American, &#8220;Spirit of &#8216;77&#8243; punk on a European label usually sets off some sort of warning signal in my head, especially when the artist is just some dude&#8217;s real name (although I tip my cap to the bassist named &#8220;Male Nurse&#8221;), but Better Off is reason enough for [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><font size=3><strong>Steve Adamyk</strong><font size=2> <em>Better Off</em> 7&#8243; (Red Lounge)<br />
<img src="/images/sadamyk.jpg">North American, &#8220;Spirit of &#8216;77&#8243; punk on a European label usually sets off some sort of warning signal in my head, especially when the artist is just some dude&#8217;s real name (although I tip my cap to the bassist named &#8220;Male Nurse&#8221;), but <i>Better Off</i> is reason enough for me to consider ditching that stereotype. &#8220;Better Off&#8221; is a speedy, tuneful number that sounds like the Exploding Hearts covering Jay Reatard; you know, a tuneful, almost cutesy band playing with an Adverts intensity. Same goes for &#8220;Satellite&#8221; and &#8220;Hit the Ground&#8221;, the type of perfectly simplistic first-wave punk rock of which I&#8217;ll never tire. Steve Adamyk&#8217;s modern take on the sound reminds me of how much I dug the first Briefs album (gotta pull that one out again soon). &#8220;Hit the Ground&#8221; is probably the catchiest of the three, but there isn&#8217;t one false move here. More, please!</p>
<p><font size=3><strong>Amen Dunes</strong><font size=2> <em>Murder Dull Mind EP</em> 12&#8243; (Sacred Bones)<br />
<img src="/images/amendunes.jpg">Amen Dunes (just one guy, I think) lived in North Beijing for a while, and he brought along a couple guitars for the trip (electric and acoustic), sitting in his open windowsill and charming the alley cats long after the sun has set. Sometimes he puts together a real song, such as the title track here, rocking a sleepy, indie troubadour vibe and clearly missing his friends back home. Other times, he neglects to write any lyrics, or even any music, and just jams out his guitars to varying levels of comfort, either quietly contemplative melodies on the acoustic or squalls of amplified effects (the direction possibly depending on whether or not his neighbors were home at the time of recording). If the EP followed only one of those approaches, I&#8217;d probably like it less than I do, as the mix of struggling acoustic ragas and sun-bleached drone makes for an enjoyable if not transcendent experience. Maybe if Jandek grew up a couple decades later and joined Facebook before spiraling solipsistically into his own navel, he&#8217;d have sounded a whole lot like Amen Dunes.</p>
<p><font size=3><strong>aTelecine</strong><font size=2> <em>&#8230;And Six Dark Hours Pass</em> LP (Dais)<br />
<img src="/images/atelecine.jpg">Let&#8217;s just get this out of the way: aTelecine is the work of actress and porn-star Sasha Grey, alongside two non-acting, non-porning men. People love to talk about Sasha Grey, as is the fate of probably any woman engaged in provocative and controversial behavior, but let&#8217;s just bypass the tabloid impulse and <i>listen</i>, okay? Strolling through side one, it&#8217;s evident that <i>&#8230;And Six Dark Hours Pass</i> is one weird-ass record - it starts with some sort of brief and distorted radio sample, then moves forward to what sounds like little more than two children on a rusty see-saw (about eight minutes worth), then some creepy, new-age ambiance with minor-note keyboards and grey clouds drifting overhead. That&#8217;s how aTelecine do it - without any coherence or logical structure, like Stephen Stapleton at his most enigmatic or Edward Ka-Spel in a deliberately obtuse mood. While listening, I really have no idea where aTelecine are taking me, like I&#8217;m blindfolded and drugged in the trunk of a musty sedan, unfamiliar with the sound of the road beneath me. Very perplexing stuff, especially as to how or why these three people settled on the sounds here. Regardless, aTelecine is some of the most unarousing music I&#8217;ve ever heard, and for my money, a success.</p>
<p><font size=3><strong>Mac Blackout</strong><font size=2> <em>Don&#8217;t Let Your Love Die / Sometimes</em> 7&#8243; (Sacred Bones)<br />
<img src="/images/mblackout.jpg">The impulse to Blankdog is strong. I can&#8217;t blame the people doing it, really - sitting down in your bedroom or basement or whatever, and just trying to make music by yourself with keyboards and free recording software is a lot of fun; I&#8217;ve done it myself. Context clues inform me that Mac here was also in the Functional Blackouts, and while I recall them as a B+ garage-punk group from Chicago, Mac Blackout steps away from that sound and wraps his head in half a dozen scarves on this short n&#8217; sweet single. &#8220;Don&#8217;t Let Your Love Die&#8221; is peculiar enough - a gloomy, Dark Day-styled tune with alternating black metal and new-wave vocals. It&#8217;s nothing if not abnormal, like a Pink Noise song with a big tumor growing inside it. &#8220;Sometimes&#8221; tells me that Blackout&#8217;s probably spent some time with the dollar-bin TVT Records 12&#8243;s that litter his city&#8217;s record shops, or I&#8217;d at least like to give him the credit that he didn&#8217;t just get the inspiration from the first couple Cold Cave records. I don&#8217;t think there&#8217;s anyone out there that <i>needs</i> to own this one, part of the beauty of this music is that we can all just go buy some junky keyboards and a guitar and do it ourselves, but it&#8217;s an enjoyable five minutes nonetheless.</p>
<p><font size=3><strong>Capitalist Casualties / Lack of Interest</strong><font size=2> <em>split</em> 7&#8243; (Six Weeks)<br />
<img src="/images/ccloi.jpg">Here&#8217;s a split that could&#8217;ve happened anytime in the past fifteen years, and as a testament to the longevity and quality of the West Coast power-violence scene, neither band has lost a step through that passage of time. Three tracks from Capitalist Casualties, sounding as pissed-off and raw as ever, unwavering from their original template of Heresy and Siege. Real good stuff, but I picked this up because I couldn&#8217;t afford to miss out on any new Lack of Interest. Often unfairly written off as Infest clones, Lack of Interest have always been one of Slap A Ham&#8217;s most underrated artists, continuing their unflinching brutality here. &#8220;Everyone Must Die&#8221; is already a modern classic in my book, and with Chris Dodge manning the bass guitar, I wouldn&#8217;t be surprised if peak Lack of Interest is yet to come. As a bonus, this split comes with a copy of <i>Short Fast &#038; Loud</i> fanzine, complete with reviews in such tiny print that I needed a magnifying glass to read them. Hardcore will never die.</p>
<p><font size=3><strong>Channels 3 &#038; 4</strong><font size=2> <em>Christianity</em> LP (Gilgongo)<br />
<img src="/images/c3and4.jpg">If there&#8217;s anyone lamenting the declined prominence of the Three.One.G / GSL axis, it&#8217;s Channels 3 &#038; 4. This self-described &#8220;riot grrl synth punk&#8221; group (don&#8217;t they know it&#8217;s actually spelled &#8220;grrrl&#8221;?) smacks of Black Cat #13, right down to the cat-headed band members on the back cover and Canadian country of origin. I enjoyed Black Cat #13, even if history writes me into the minority there, but I&#8217;m not sure I need to hear a new band taking a stab at the flailing drums, sassy vocals and two-finger keyboard melodies that defined them. Even <i>Christianity</i>&#8217;s cover&#8217;s disembodied legs in tights and heels smack of the sassy Spock-core aesthetic that came and went ten years ago. There really isn&#8217;t much more to Channels 3 & 4; I can&#8217;t even scope out a Neon Hunk influence. Getting down to it, I&#8217;d even say that <i>Christianity</i> is less developed artistically than Black Cat #13&#8217;s singles. They at least had some affiliation with that Oh No The Modulator guy, you know? </p>
<p><font size=3><strong>Cosmin TRG</strong><font size=2> <em>Tower Block / Béton Brut</em> 12&#8243; (Hemlock)<br />
<img src="/images/cosmintower.jpg">I generally associate Cosmin TRG&#8217;s name with dubstep geared for the weekend nightclub crowd, the type of music that can move even the least sophisticated rumps while still entertaining those with a <i>Wire</i> subscription. That&#8217;s why <i>Tower Block / Béton Brut</i> threw me for a loop, as both tracks pick up long after the celebration has subsided and the confetti has turned to wet sludge on the floor, instead favoring a dark, clicky atmosphere and rhythms with significant bones removed. &#8220;Tower Block&#8221; reminds me of labelmate Untold, in the way that Untold works economically with his spectrum of sounds, focusing on what one specific blip or squeak can do rather than layering it into oblivion. &#8220;Béton Brut&#8221; works a similar angle with its skilled dissection of dubstep before eventually expanding into a dimly-lit club banger, unable to deny the urge to shake the crowd after putting his production chops on display. Consistently a favorite of mine, Cosmin TRG can clearly work both sides of the field.</p>
<p><font size=3><strong>Matthew Dear</strong><font size=2> <em>Black City</em> LP (Ghostly International)<br />
<img src="/images/mdearbc.jpg">From the moment the languid drums shuffled in on <i>Black City</i> opener &#8220;Honey&#8221;, I was hooked. Matthew Dear&#8217;s debut album <i>Leave Luck to Heaven</i> was a cool and inspiring work for me at the time, but my attention drifted as Dear stopped flirting with pop and entered a serious relationship with it, instead preferring his gritty, saw-toothed techno under the guise of Audion. I think it was the cool artwork that drew me back in, but no matter the reason why I checked it out, <i>Black City</i> is easily one of the best new records I&#8217;ve heard this year. It goes like this: the isolated and dark, lunar anomie of Tin Man mixed with LCD Soundsystem&#8217;s undeniable pop catchiness (minus the smug self-awareness), plus the visionary studio mastery of Trent Reznor and the cool-as-hell white-boy funk of Beck or Jamie Lidell. Through this equation, Matthew Dear has put together something incredibly complex and unexpected, yet instantly gratifying - all glued by his droopy, distinct vocals, multi-tracked with a chorus of deep baritone and sultry feminine Matthew Dears all cooing at once. The vocal production is a great idea, and it&#8217;s the main reason I spent the past two weeks neglecting almost any other music, content to have Dear steer me through the epic &#8220;Little People (Black City)&#8221; and the swelteringly sexy &#8220;You Put A Smell On Me&#8221; over and over again. There are few masterworks like <i>Black City</i> coming out these days, so when they do, I hold them close and never let go.</p>
<p><font size=3><strong>Demdike Stare</strong><font size=2> <em>Liberation Through Hearing</em> LP (Modern Love)<br />
<img src="/images/demdikelth.jpg">Demdike Stare have quickly become one of my favorite current musical groups. Their mix of dark, gothic atmospheres, middle-eastern strings, industrial menace, cavernous dub techno and horror soundtrack homage are unlike anything else going around, and make for a fantastic mix that&#8217;s as distinct as it is open-ended. This approach allows Demdike Stare to release long-form EPs, like the recent and great <i>Forest of Evil</i>, as well as collections of more concise cuts, like the <i>Symbiosis</i> disc, and now, <i>Liberation Through Hearing</i>. It&#8217;s a lot of music for such a relatively new group, but the quality remains top-notch here - the sub-arctic bass is as sumptuous as ever on &#8220;Caged in Stammheim&#8221;, the foggy drones of &#8220;Matilda&#8217;s Dream&#8221; are utterly captivating and the faltering, church-hymn vocal of &#8220;Bardo Thorol&#8221; is delightfully unexpected. No one else is doing what these guys do, smartly and intentionally compiling the world&#8217;s bleakest sounds and crafting something so palatable and entertaining as a result. It&#8217;s easy to get spoiled by Demdike Stare, as the vinyl keeps flowing, but this group&#8217;s existence is truly something special.</p>
<p><font size=3><strong>Double Negative</strong><font size=2> <em>Daydreamnation</em> LP (Sorry State)<br />
<img src="/images/dnegative.jpg">Heard about but never heard Double Negative before the snarkily-titled <i>Daydreamnation</i>, complete with its silver-embossed, raised-lettering cover that rivals the printing setup of any of my &#8220;collectible&#8221; early &#8217;90s X-Men comics. Mercifully, that&#8217;s where the gimmickry ends with Double Negative, as their riffs come from the same holy book as Raw Power, Ill Repute, Lärm or Poison Idea, you know, any of the hundreds of great hardcore bands who figured it all out before 1984. And unlike some of those bands, I get the impression that Double Negative have a reliable practice space and make good use of it, as each of these thirteen tracks features multiple intricate parts (at least by hardcore&#8217;s standards), the type of stuff you have to really work on to nail the way these guys do. I get annoyed by hardcore bands who try to intellectualize the song structure, and throw in all sorts of influences to show some sort of superiority over the standard template, but I wouldn&#8217;t accuse Double Negative of that behavior, as their songs flow logically and with aggression in mind, not change for change&#8217;s sake. <i>Daydreamnation</i> is nothing I haven&#8217;t heard before, but it&#8217;s something I&#8217;ll always love, and with that sludgy, Landed-esque intro to &#8220;Beg To A Vile Nude&#8221;, Double Negative have nudged out some room to grow without betraying their gnarly vibe. </p>
<p><font size=3><strong>The Electric Bunnies</strong><font size=2> <em>Pretty Joanna / I Swear I&#8217;ll Never Let You Go</em> 7&#8243; (Sacred Bones)<br />
<img src="/images/ebunniespj.jpg">The emo-comic artwork adorning this Electric Bunnies single is a strange fit for the usually reserved and cult-ish Sacred Bones label, but I guess that&#8217;s what you&#8217;re signing up for when you work with a band named &#8220;The Electric Bunnies&#8221;. Their LP didn&#8217;t do much for me, but &#8220;Pretty Joanna&#8221; is a worthy a-side, lots of fuzz and guitar effects floating over a steady bass-line, while the singer does his best rendition of the Butthole Surfers&#8217; &#8220;Pepper&#8221; over top. I&#8217;d play this for a friend. &#8220;I Swear I&#8217;ll Never Let You Go&#8221; never holds me to begin with, though - a limp, sugary pop song with amateurish harmonizing that sounds slightly out-of-tune throughout, not from some cool defiant anti-melody stance, but from a low level of musical chops. The Electric Bunnies bat .500 here, an exceptional average in baseball, but a middling performance in the world of punk singles.</p>
<p><font size=3><strong>Exiles from Clowntown</strong><font size=2> <em>Around the Corner / Whistling Assassin</em> 7&#8243; (Greatdividing)<br />
<img src="/images/exilesfc.jpg">They won me over with that name before I even heard them, these Exiles from Clowntown! This band has got to be impossibly stubbly and sour to get kicked out of Clowntown of all places, and after removing this single from its hole-punched and rubber-stamped dust sleeve and giving it a spin, things start to make sense. This is primordal slop-rock to such a degree of amateurish bliss that it makes Watery Love look like international rock stars. &#8220;Around the Corner&#8221; is a jam on a stockroom bass-line, a would-be instrumental if it wasn&#8217;t for some guy muttering in the background a couple minutes in. &#8220;Whistling Assassin&#8221; lives up to its title with a cheery whistle, complemented with guitar (set on vibrate mode, no ring tone) and a plodding rhythm section. The clear and crisp recording adds to my delightful confusion. What are these Exiles trying to accomplish here? What is the meaning of any of this? Exiles from Clowntown don&#8217;t write songs, they write cliffhangers, and I like it that way.</p>
<p><font size=3><strong>Grass Widow</strong><font size=2> <em>Past Time</em> LP (Kill Rock Stars)<br />
<img src="/images/grasswidow.jpg">Been hearing all sorts of good things about this San Franciscan trio, who have moved up from the nascent Captured Tracks scene to opening for Sonic Youth and beyond. I never got around to checking them out, except for that roughshod split cassette with Rank/Xerox (which I think was mainly live and doesn&#8217;t really count), so I was looking forward to <i>Past Time</i>, their Kill Rock Stars debut. Been spinning it a bunch, and my reactions are mixed - there&#8217;s no denying these three women are excellent players and have a special way with melody, I&#8217;m just not entirely sure that what they do with all that talent is something I particularly crave. I was expecting something a little more primitive, I mean they <i>do</i> cover the Urinals on that tape, but each song on here has multiple guitar licks, intertwining melodies and most notably, multiple singers constantly singing. Their voices are great, but when I&#8217;m trying to concentrate on the snappy drumming, plucked guitars, violin choir, poppy bass AND three sets of vocals singing different things, I start to tune out a little. It&#8217;s not a record filled with hooks, more like various sets of interesting ideas, and it&#8217;s often a bit too impenetrable for what I&#8217;d hope to hear. I think Grass Widow are real cool, I just wish they&#8217;d write their music a little more sparingly, in order for me to truly listen, not just hear. </p>
<p><font size=3><strong>Grave Babies</strong><font size=2> <em>Gouge Your Eyes Out / Traumatic Visions</em> 7&#8243; (Skrot Up)<br />
<img src="/images/gbabies.jpg">Skrot Up put out an FNU Ronnies tape last year, so they&#8217;ve already got one up on almost every other label in existence. Interesting choice then that they inked a deal with Grave Babies, a Seattle-based duo who probably don&#8217;t wait until their black nail polish has completely dried to go outside and smoke. Goths by design, dirtbags by nature, that sort of thing. &#8220;Gouge Your Eyes Out&#8221; doesn&#8217;t gouge so much as softly poke, thanks to a slow-motion drum track and a guitar-line plucked from The xx. Then the vocals come in and kind of disturb the whole thing with a loud, gothy, maudlin drawl that&#8217;s a little too overwrought for my tastes. &#8220;Traumatic Visions&#8221; is less distinct, falling into that giant Blank Dogs vat where all the colors of the rainbow swirl into a greenish gray. Not a bad track, and it fits well alongside the more sprawling a-side, but it&#8217;s over in a blip. All in all, a glum little single, proof that it still rains all too often in Seattle.</p>
<p><font size=3><strong>Hiroshima Rocks Around / Bipolar Bear</strong><font size=2> <em>split</em> LP (Kill Shaman / No=Fi)<br />
<img src="/images/hrabb.jpg">Nothing if not a fitting match, here&#8217;s two sides of noisy post-punk, courtesy of Rome and Los Angeles. Hiroshima Rocks Around are up first, running through a large handful of songs that complete their checklist nicely - frantic ping-ponging guitars, bass that sounds like an emergency alarm, poorly played saxophone for annoyance value, a song that&#8217;s little more than dicking around, grown men throwing a tantrum in front of the microphone - it&#8217;s all there. I could waste an evening in a far worse way than by listening to Hiroshima Rocks Around. Maybe I haven&#8217;t tuned into Bipolar Bear in a while, but I&#8217;m hearing a pretty strong No Age influence here, in the way that their pummeling drums meet naive vocals and chiming guitar. &#8220;Cidade&#8221; has kind of an A Frames vibe, thanks to that mechanical bass-line, but I can&#8217;t shake the image of No Age as I continue to listen. All in all, an adequate pairing that is destined to be lost deep within the recesses of my split LPs, never to be heard from again.</p>
<p><font size=3><strong>Knife Fight</strong><font size=2> <em>Isolated EP</em> 7&#8243; (Painkiller)<br />
<img src="/images/kfighti.jpg">The previously dormant Knife Fight are back with seven new hardcore cuts, as American as a bald eagle choking on apple pie. <i>Isolated EP</i> could really stand as a textbook example of undiluted American hardcore - in the tradition of The Fix, Straight Ahead and Poison Idea, Knife Fight fly through their songs in a minute or less, drilling their repetitive riffs and occasional breakdowns into your skull. No vocal effects, no extended solos, no dirges, no melodies, just straight-forward hardcore without lofty purpose or ulterior motive. It&#8217;s nearly impossible to break down Knife Fight and their <i>Isolated EP</i> any further than that - either you connect with it or you don&#8217;t. I like my share of fancy music that makes no sense, but when I want a greasy serving of meat-and-potatoes hardcore, Knife Fight fill that void perfectly.</p>
<p><font size=3><strong>Mammoth Grinder</strong><font size=2> <em>Obsessed with Death</em> 7&#8243; (Hell Massacre)<br />
<img src="/images/mgrinder.jpg">I&#8217;ve enjoyed a variety of Grinders in my day: Carcass, Scrotum, hell, even a Rumpelstiltskin. Might as well add a Mammoth to that prestigious list, and what better way to start than a Hell Massacre release. &#8220;Obsessed with Death&#8221; cuts right to the point, as it&#8217;s a fine slice of hardcore-tinged death metal, complete with gruff vocals and a brief Kerry King-style solo. Pure catnip for the Relapse Records staff. On the flip, Mammoth Grinder take on what is undoubtedly Venom&#8217;s most famous song (probably the most famous greeting in all of metal, too), slowing it a touch and thickening it out, although improving upon the original is undoubtedly an impossible task. Could&#8217;ve gone for another original Mammoth Grinder song instead, but it&#8217;s not a dealbreaker. They&#8217;re already my second favorite Grinder (well, third if you count Grinderman) and I&#8217;ve only really heard one real song.</p>
<p><font size=3><strong>Motor City Drum Ensemble</strong><font size=2> <em>Raw Cuts #3 &#038; #4</em> 12&#8243; (MCDE)<br />
<img src="/images/mcde34.jpg">Don&#8217;t get confused - Motor City Drum Ensemble is not a drum ensemble, nor from Detroit. Instead, it&#8217;s the work of a young German guy named Danilo Plessow who looks like a member of Sigur Rós (which is actually the polar opposite of what a Motor City drum ensemble would look like). Clearly looks can be deceiving though, as both of these &#8220;raw cuts&#8221; are house music of the highest order, with sweet keys, thumping bass and undeniable grooves. &#8220;Raw Cuts #3&#8243; works the &#8217;70s soul vocals nicely into the mix, an anthem that works for packed Manhattan loft and backyard barbeque alike. &#8220;Raw Cuts #4&#8243; does the same thing, just pure vibrant house that recalls Theo Parrish and Moodymann&#8217;s deepest moments. The pitch-perfect production and spacious vinyl grooves on here would make any sound system sound expensive. <i>Raw Cuts #3 &#038; #4</i> is proof that a solid groove knows no racial or national barriers; I hope there are more on the way.</p>
<p><font size=3><strong>San Francisco Water Cooler</strong><font size=2> <em>II</em> LP (Sun Sneeze)<br />
<img src="/images/sfwc.jpg">Even if San Francisco Water Cooler neglected to designate a city in their name, it&#8217;s pretty clear that this music was made on the West Coast - <i>II</i> is filled with the type of swirling rock psychedelia and flower-picking playfulness that could only be rendered in California, the sunny state where burritos are free on every corner and the title of &#8220;musician&#8221; is considered an actual occupation. The &#8216;Water Cooler keep things light and grooving throughout, sticking to the pop-song script even as their guitars start to levitate and the drugs take effect. It&#8217;s lo-fi, not unlike Sic Alps or Psychedelic Horseshit&#8217;s more coherent efforts, and like those two, San Francisco Water Cooler don&#8217;t forget that there should be an actual song underneath it all. The tone-deaf singer harshes my mellow on occasion, like one of those &#8220;so bad it&#8217;s funny&#8221; American Idol rejects hollering into the air, but he never brings the party to a halt. The rest of the band is surely having too much fun to notice, and there&#8217;s certainly something to be said for that.</p>
<p><font size=3><strong>Ty Segall &#038; Mikal Cronin</strong><font size=2> <em>Reverse Shark Attack</em> LP (Kill Shaman)<br />
<img src="/images/tsmcrsa.jpg">It&#8217;s simply impossible to ingest today&#8217;s constant deluge of garage punk vinyl, it makes the BP spill look like a drop of pee in a swimming pool by comparison, but I&#8217;m willing to make time for Ty Segall. I know he&#8217;s on the &#8220;one single a week&#8221; strength training regimen, so I&#8217;ve stuck with the albums, a plan I strongly endorse. <i>Reverse Shark Attack</i> teams Segall with Mikal Cronin, filling out the lineup nicely with bass guitar and drums that aren&#8217;t just played by Segall&#8217;s feet. The a-side gets fast at times, almost like The Oblivians at moments, although I prefer the Cramps-y nuggets like &#8220;I Wear Black&#8221; and &#8220;Bikini Babes&#8221; the most; Segall&#8217;s greasy vocal is best enjoyed at a Link Wray pace. The b-side is filled entirely by &#8220;Reverse Shark Attack&#8221;, and while I was hoping these guys were just gonna jam on some sleazy garage riff for like fifteen minutes and yell &#8220;reverse shark attack!&#8221; over top, I wasn&#8217;t too disappointed by the suite of garage-y laments, drum solos, surf shredding and rock improv that actually comprise it. Good thing it&#8217;s already September, I&#8217;m not entirely sure I feel safe in the water anymore.</p>
<p><font size=3><strong>Skream</strong><font size=2> <em>Outside the Box</em> 4xLP (Tempa)<br />
<img src="/images/skreamotb.jpg">There have been a lot of dubstep albums dropping lately, and like the majority of them, Skream&#8217;s <i>Outside the Box</i> is a mixed bag. Undeniably one of the godfathers of the genre, which is kind of funny seeing as he was just a teenager at the time, Skream has hit big over the years, and now, riding the wave of notoriety following his killer La Roux remix, he&#8217;s poised to go even bigger. It&#8217;s with that reaching-for-the-sky attitude that Skream approached <i>Outside the Box</i>, leading to some of his most pop-oriented material yet, like the killer &#8220;Where You Should Be&#8221; and Benny Benassi-esque &#8220;How Real&#8221;. Those are my picks of the litter, as they have two of the strongest vocal performances, nicely robotized by Skream and chopped briskly into some sort of sexy cyborg hash. Unfortunately, when Skream steps out on his own here, I find myself getting bored, as he plays things a little too safe, or on the Murs&#8217; collaboration &#8220;8 Bit Baby&#8221;, the corny, bragadocious West Coast rapping gets in the way entirely. Even La Roux&#8217;s contribution to &#8220;Finally&#8221; sounds more like an Evanescence remix than anything as star-powered as &#8220;In For The Kill&#8221;. <i>Outside the Box</i> is not without it&#8217;s high points, it just suffers from it&#8217;s hefty size. Maybe eventually a dubstep album will be put together that truly explains this music to the rest of the world, but it hasn&#8217;t happened yet.</p>
<p><font size=3><strong>Soft Shoulder</strong><font size=2> <em>People Problems</em> 7&#8243; (Gilgongo)<br />
<img src="/images/sshoulder.jpg">Generally speaking, I dig most music that gets hit with the infamous &#8220;anyone could play that!&#8221; criticism. Soft Shoulder are certainly a band ripe for that sort of derision, as their form of ape-like rock is by no means an impressive feat. No, any gathering of slugs with a guitar, microphone, borrowed amps and busted drums could make this sort of racket. In the wrong setting, like the middle of a six-band basement show where I&#8217;m waiting for the band I came to see, or on a long car ride while trying to sleep, I&#8217;d hate Soft Shoulder as much as any God-fearing citizen, but in the form of this cruddy, grayscale 7&#8243; single, I&#8217;m happy to oblige their noisy, simplistic view of the world. File it among your Lust/Unlust records and see if anyone notices.</p>
<p><font size=3><strong>Jason Urick</strong><font size=2> <em>This Is Critical / Invisible Map</em> 7&#8243; (Fan Death)<br />
<img src="/images/jurick.jpg">Here&#8217;s a nice double-shot of digital noise from Baltimore&#8217;s gray-haired maestro, Jason Urick. A few years ago, I caught a Wzt Hearts gig, his previous group, and their electro-acoustic improvisation left me hanging (not every guy with a cool necklace and a couple Chris Corsano records is cut out to be a free drummer), but cutting out on his own, Urick is pretty righteous. &#8220;This Is Critical&#8221; is a nice ebb and flow of rapidly deteriorating creaks and moans, like a digital violin decaying beautifully as its strings shred from the friction. It&#8217;s an overloaded track and succeeds for it. &#8220;Invisible Map&#8221; is my noisy play-of-the-week though; it sounds like the ambient-techno of Gas run through a subway station PA system while the earth&#8217;s crust melts, a really beautiful declaration of peace and love in the face of total armageddon. Not sure why I haven&#8217;t heard any Gas-inspired noise before, it&#8217;s a really palatable combo, so I hope Urick keeps cutting tunes like &#8220;Invisible Map&#8221;. People keep finding new ways of getting high; it&#8217;s only right that the music keeps up, too.</p>
<p><font size=3><strong>Vaccine</strong><font size=2> <em>Human Hatred</em> 7&#8243; (Painkiller)<br />
<img src="/images/vaccine.jpg">It&#8217;s ironic that this brutal power-violence band is called Vaccine&#8230; &#8216;cuz this record kills me every time I put it on! Hey, if these grown men are allowed to be straight-edge, I&#8217;m allowed a bad joke or two. Seriously though, there&#8217;s no remorse in these ten tracks, just pure blasting hardcore ala Despise You or Scapegoat - grindcore played with a hardcore mentality. It&#8217;s fantastic stuff, avoiding anything slow or corny, and just completely annihilating with speed and vigor, written with a tumbling complexity that reminds me of the Charles Bronson full-length. The lyrics for &#8220;Limited Edition&#8221; and &#8220;Cheap&#8221; tug at my nostalgia too, recalling a time when topics like collectible vinyl and scenesters were the most troubling issues facing the middle-class hardcore youth. We didn&#8217;t know how good we had it.</p>
<p><font size=3><strong>Gunnar Wendel</strong><font size=2> <em>578</em> 12&#8243; (FXHE)<br />
<img src="/images/gwendel.jpg">There is nary a more confusing universe than that of electronic dance music singles. See, this is a 12&#8243; by Gunnar Wendel, the real name of Kassem Mosse (which I didn&#8217;t know was an alias until now). These two songs are two different, unlabeled remixes of &#8220;578&#8243; by A.O.S., aka Omar S, and the vinyl plays from the inside out. As if techno wasn&#8217;t a hard enough world to understand when just what the hell you were listening to is clearly labeled, these guys take delight in making it even more impenetrable. Thankfully, I&#8217;m up for the challenge, and these two mixes are just the sort of electro-fire that gives me the courage to soldier on. The synths on &#8220;578&#8243; are pure-bred Kraftwerk, the type of robotic techno-funk that made <i>Computer World</i> the paradigm-shifter that it was. Wendel&#8217;s got an infectious riff here, modified and tweaked in real-time in the way that only Omar S can. In a way, the sheer effort needed to understand FXHE and its releases is rewarding, a far cry from the way in which I can download every Can or Drexciya or Slayer album in ten hours without blinking an eye (or paying a penny). Nice to see someone still wants to make me work for it.</p>
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		<description><![CDATA[Philadelphia&#8217;s got some great bands, and some awful ones, but if I had to pick a band to represent
this fine city, I&#8217;d go with Watery Love. Who better to represent the no-frills, working-class,
pro sport-enthusiast city than this crew? They wear t-shirts that come in sealed plastic
three-packs and drink Kenzingers before, during and after their gigs, [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Philadelphia&#8217;s got some great bands, and some awful ones, but if I had to pick a band to represent<br />
this fine city, I&#8217;d go with Watery Love. Who better to represent the no-frills, working-class,<br />
pro sport-enthusiast city than this crew? They wear t-shirts that come in sealed plastic<br />
three-packs and drink Kenzingers before, during and after their gigs, usually booked in close<br />
relation to a source of said beverage. They love baseball and carry a razor-sharp wit that snobs<br />
from the suburbs might not expect. And judging from their answers to some of these questions,<br />
they have reflected upon their own band less than most MySpace home demo projects do,<br />
proof that this quartet doesn&#8217;t sit around contemplating their aesthetic or marketing strategy,<br />
they just want to play guitars real loud.</p>
<p><b>If my understanding is correct, both Clockcleaner and Violent Students were<br />
pretty much kaput, and then you got Watery Love going, right? What were the<br />
circumstances surrounding the origin of Watery Love?</b><br />
<i>Richie (guitar/vocals)</i>: I don’t recall that the origin was very interesting. Max and I had<br />
been talking about doing a band and I had already written a song. Meg’s a good friend and<br />
she was looking for a change in her life. However, she would not quit her job and join the band<br />
if we called it Manson Chicks. So we settled on the name Watery Love instead. Violent<br />
Students was long gone, but Clockcleaner was still going. &#8216;Cleaner had a practice space and I<br />
had some drums and amps there, so the three of us used that stuff and everything was easy.<br />
It was just some Friday night stuff. We’d drink some beers and play some guitars. And those<br />
two got a big laugh the first time that I tried to sing in front of them.<br />
<i>Max (guitar)</i>: I agree. Pretty boring.</p>
<p><b>Was there ever any other possibility, or was it decided from the start that you<br />
would sing as well as play guitar? Are Watery Love&#8217;s lyrics the first you&#8217;ve ever written?</b><br />
<i>Richie</i>: Oh yeah. Max and Meg told me from the get-go that if we were going to do this thing,<br />
then I would have to be in charge. Max hasn&#8217;t been near a microphone in years, but<br />
we&#8217;re hoping that he comes out of his shell sometime soon. In addition to singing and playing guitar<br />
and penning the lyrics, I also get to tune the guitars, set up the amps, and put together the<br />
drums. And yes, these lyrics are my first.<br />
<i>Max</i>: We thought Richie was lacking in confidence and self-esteem, so we allowed him to be in<br />
charge. Seems to have worked. Not sure I&#8217;d really call those &#8220;lyrics&#8221; though. </p>
<p><b>Simplicity seems to be key in the Watery Love equation. Is this an intentional approach,<br />
or born out of the players&#8217; skill level, or a combo of the two?</b><br />
<i>Richie</i>: Yeah I guess that we’re limited by our abilities. But you fucking better not be saying that<br />
we’re so shitty and suck so much that we’re good. I guess that it’s just fortunate that we’re<br />
non-virtuosos and we want to play so-called simple tunes.<br />
<i>Max</i>: Yeah, we&#8217;re not out to do anything other than play our songs. We actually practice and<br />
try our best. It just so happens we don&#8217;t have much chops. We&#8217;re not deliberately trying to<br />
dumb it down or be &#8220;back ta basics&#8221; (good label).</p>
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<p><b>Do you feel like the band has improved since you started? Is the 2010 Watery Love<br />
a more formidable live machine than that of 2009?</b><br />
<i>Max</i>: I think we&#8217;ve gotten a lot better, although I don&#8217;t think the word &#8220;formidable&#8221; is appropriate<br />
in any circumstance.<br />
<i>Richie</i>: Sure. We improve by increments I guess. </p>
<p><b>I&#8217;ve seen Watery Love about ten times now, and I can&#8217;t remember the crowd ever really<br />
enjoying it, so to speak. What would you consider a successful gig?</b><br />
<i>Max</i>: I&#8217;ve had at least one stranger say they enjoyed it so I don&#8217;t know what the fuck<br />
you&#8217;re talking about.<br />
<i>Richie</i>: Well I don’t really know how to reply to your assertion that the audience doesn’t enjoy<br />
our set. They all seem to stick around until the last song and I’ve even seen some of the<br />
same faces at multiple gigs. In fact, Watery Love is probably a lot more crowd-friendly than<br />
my previous bands. Beats me, man. I don’t get up on a stage and take my shirt off and<br />
prance around like a ninny, but we give the crowd their money’s worth.</p>
<p><b>Are you referring to the fact that many of your shows are free?</b><br />
<i>Richie</i>: Yes. </p>
<p><b>What would you say are Watery Love&#8217;s biggest strengths and weaknesses?</b><br />
<i>Richie</i>: This question is a lot tougher to deal with than you might have thought. I have no<br />
insightful or interesting answer to this one.<br />
<i>Max</i>: Unfortunately the answer is one and the same: the size of our hearts.</p>
<p><b>Watery Love has a fairly illustrious history of bassists: Kurt Vile, Daniel DiMaggio of<br />
Home Blitz, Russ Waterhouse of Blues Control… who&#8217;s the best?</b><br />
<i>Richie</i>: Yeah, we’ve asked three accomplished guitar players to dumb it down for four strings.<br />
Early on, it was just the three of us: two guitars and drums. As a three-piece we even<br />
played a particularly unenthusiastic gig in the basement of the Philadelphia Record<br />
Exchange. At some point a few weeks later we invited Kurt to come by and play bass. He<br />
brought all these effects pedals and stuff like that and he seemed uninterested in learning<br />
the three or four notes per tune. He just kind of put his head down and messed around on<br />
the non-bass section of the fretboard on a bass guitar. We were sad to see him go, but he<br />
seemed determined for other things. And Daniel recorded our record and he owned a bass<br />
guitar, so it was an easy choice to get him involved. He can also tune by ear and he can listen<br />
to a song and figure out how to play it. That skill makes him real important when we<br />
choose a cover tune. Russ turned out to be a quick study when we needed him a month<br />
or two ago. Dan couldn’t make a gig, because he had already committed Home Blitz<br />
to some stupid show in New York or Brooklyn. We had debated the merits of both Russ<br />
and Lea, but ultimately settled on Russ because one girl in the band is enough. Russ plays<br />
with a pretty hard rock attitude, so we were probably a little harder sounding than usual<br />
that night. So anyway, I can’t choose. And we’re talking about three super-talented and<br />
visually stunning guys, so I can’t be expected to pick a favorite.<br />
<i>Max</i>: Other than Kurt, both other guys are great.  They each have a great many positive<br />
and negative aspects.</p>
<p><b>Are there any songs you intend to cover in the future? Or songs that certain members<br />
wanted to cover that were nixed by the consensus?</b><br />
<i>Richie</i>: We&#8217;ve tried some stuff that didn&#8217;t really work out. &#8220;Wild Thing&#8221; and &#8220;I Live to be Hated&#8221;<br />
come to mind. And we didn&#8217;t quite have the finesse to do &#8220;The Hunchback&#8221;.</p>
<p><b>Will there be a new record? I know you&#8217;ve got the songs.</b><br />
<i>Richie</i>: That’s very observant of you. Yes, we’ve got a few new tunes and we’ve been talking<br />
about doing another record. It’s just a matter of time. We might even record it by the end of<br />
the summer.<br />
<i>Max</i>: It&#8217;s a pretty significant accomplishment for us to actually complete a song so they<br />
should be recorded for posterity.</p>
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		<description><![CDATA[Billy Bao Urban Disease LP (Pan)
Remember all those YouTube videos showing peoples&#8217; reactions to the 2 Girls 1 Cup video? I&#8217;d imagine the people who paid the $35+ to own Urban Disease would provide a similar reaction upon listening to it: brief confusion, followed by stupefying fear and disgust. Billy Bao has had some great [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><font size=3><strong>Billy Bao</strong><font size=2> <em>Urban Disease</em> LP (Pan)<br />
<img src="/images/bburban.jpg">Remember all those YouTube videos showing peoples&#8217; reactions to the <i>2 Girls 1 Cup</i> video? I&#8217;d imagine the people who paid the $35+ to own <i>Urban Disease</i> would provide a similar reaction upon listening to it: brief confusion, followed by stupefying fear and disgust. Billy Bao has had some great moments, like all of the <i>Fuck Separation</i> 10&#8243; and most of <i>Dialectics of Shit</i>, but with that last stinker of an album, and this pretentious turd, I may have to stop following along. Across these two untitled sides of vinyl, spanning forty minutes, there are probably about five total minutes of actual sound - the majority of this record is silent. Interspersed randomly are slow claps, noisy outbursts, feedback, and for one brief section on the second side, a weirdly-chopped kaleidoscope of synthy sound, possibly the only enjoyable moment on here (and a brief one at that). So essentially, you sit there, waiting around for someone to turn on an amp or to hear Mattin turn the page of the newspaper he&#8217;s reading. I will give Billy Bao credit for legitimately bothering me with <i>Urban Disease</i>, there&#8217;s something to be said for that, but if pranking is the name of the game, I&#8217;d much rather just take a pie to the face and move on with my life than waste another forty minutes of my life with this total bore.</p>
<p><font size=3><strong>Bosom Divine</strong><font size=2> <em>Bosom Divine</em> CD (Les Disques Steak)<br />
<img src="/images/bosomd.jpg">French garage-punkers love using television stills for cover art, Bosom Divine being the latest in my collection. I always kind of get the impression that today&#8217;s crop of French punks are messing with me (A.H. Kraken, the Feeling of Love and Cheveu all come to mind) but Bosom Divine play it pretty straight - there&#8217;s no wacky melodica solo or field recording of a drunk chasing a flock of geese on <i>Bosom Divine</i>, just time-tested rock n&#8217; roll. Bosom Divine&#8217;s rock moves sometimes call to mind The Original Sins or The Devil Dogs, but they balance that aggression with a taste for MTV&#8217;s Alternative Nation programming, thanks to the pop hooks that hint at the Dandy Warhols or Blur. I&#8217;m not particularly touched by this specific amalgam of styles, and Bosom Divine never really blow the roof off of things, but they seem to have a handle on their sound just the same. I wouldn&#8217;t wedge myself into a smoke-filled bar to watch these guys play, but I&#8217;d happily drink a glass of their wine after the gig.</p>
<p><font size=3><strong>Cold Cave</strong><font size=2> <em>Life Magazine Remixes</em> 12&#8243; (Matador)<br />
<img src="/images/cclifemag.jpg">&#8220;Life Magazine&#8221; was definitely the stand-out track on <i>Love Comes Close</i>, to the point that cultural touchstones as varied as Yellow Green Red and Radio Shack found value and satisfaction in its pop-ambient chords and layered vocals. That song gets the remix treatment here, with some menacingly beautiful portraits of Cold Cave associate Max G. Morton on the cover (those eyes!). Arthur Baker&#8217;s remix is the one I was expecting to hear, a pumped-up, arena-ready version that drags out the best parts of the track into some sort of mega-jam. Optimo&#8217;s mix takes on a life (pun intended) of its own, rubbing &#8217;80s electro and Italo-disco together to make a fire, nearly ignoring the original melody altogether. I&#8217;ve been meaning to check out Pantha du Prince beyond a few mix appearances, and his version is the reduced-fat &#8220;Life Magazine&#8221;, with lots of rapid pops and subtle chimes, calling to mind some sort of early &#8217;00s IDM on Mille Plateaux or something. Even the vocal is snapped to an impossibly short degree. There&#8217;s a full nine minutes of this and I don&#8217;t need to revisit it anytime soon. Prurient finishes things off much in the vein of his Benny-Benassi-plays-Hijokaidan style, a noise-drenched brand of melancholy techno that I&#8217;m always down to enjoy. For my money, I&#8217;d still prefer the original over any of these remixes, but that&#8217;s probably missing the point - the variety of distinct flavors on this remix single makes for a satisfying experience in its own right.</p>
<p><font size=3><strong>Drivan</strong><font size=2> <em>Disko</em> CD (Smalltown Supersound)<br />
<img src="/images/drivan.jpg">No disco here, this is <i>Disko</i>, which apparently means &#8220;slow and somber acoustic guitar, piano and vocals, all of which occasionally flourish into bouts of trip-hop&#8221; in Norwegian. Drivan is the project of Kim Hiorthøy and three friends, presumably taking a break from their various visual art and graphic design jobs to jam some hushed and delicate tunes. I was expecting more weird electronic scribbling to appear, or some sort of artificial electronic environment, but Drivan stick to the familiar, with the songs sounding as if they were captured by a ceiling-dangled microphone while everyone walked across the polished hardwood floor (in their socks) towards their instruments. If IKEA started a record label, Drivan would be a great flagship band; the members even look like IKEA&#8217;s designers, you know, the ones who get their photo on display next to the shoe rack or lamp they created.</p>
<p><font size=3><strong>Endless Boogie</strong><font size=2> <em>Full House Head</em> 2xLP (No Quarter)<br />
<img src="/images/eboogiefhh.jpg"><i>Full House Head</i> is a fine continuation of Endless Boogie&#8217;s endless boogieing, another two 12&#8243; records composed of charcoal, Chevy exhaust and bacon fat. Lots of long jams, as to be expected, taking on an even more casual and front-porch approach, the kind of playing that won&#8217;t break a sweat, even on a summer afternoon. Contrary to the opinion I formed after listening to their raw and early self-released albums, Endless Boogie are not psychedelic, they are Dad Rock of the highest caliber, the music Brett Favre hears in his head as he steps into a fresh pair of Wranglers. Endless Boogie&#8217;s humble intentions are clear, and while they may not have progressed an inch since their last No Quarter album, it comes as no surprise. They found the sweet spot they wanted and ostensibly intend to ride it out to infinity. They also get silly sometimes, which almost reached a breaking point for me on &#8220;Mighty Fine Pie&#8221;, but vocalist Paul Major shows such conviction for his favorite baked good that I can&#8217;t help but belly up to the table and try to finagle a slice myself. </p>
<p><font size=3><strong>Fabulous Diamonds</strong><font size=2> <em>Fabulous Diamonds II</em> LP (Siltbreeze)<br />
<img src="/images/fdii.jpg">Been anticipating this one for a while now, as Fabulous Diamonds&#8217; debut album was crucial to my 2008 listening experience; I wore out my vinyl and MP3s alike. On this follow-up, the &#8216;Diamonds spread out longer than ever before, complete with two tracks that clock in at over ten minutes a piece, bookending the record. Like a lot of people, I can get into extended jams, but after spending enough time with <i>Fabulous Diamonds II</i>, I find myself wishing they&#8217;d cut it down to the pop-song length they previously worked with - they fit the same number of songs on this album as they did on their first 7&#8243;. Thankfully, their sound and formula remain essentially the same, with one drum-beat per track, playground-chant vocal rhyming and the deepest post-punk dub around. And the songs here are cool too, they haven&#8217;t lost their touch, it&#8217;s just that I don&#8217;t need an additional four or five instrumental minutes of any given Fabulous Diamonds track; three to four total is perfect. And while I&#8217;m griping, it&#8217;d be nice if they started naming their tunes, although after three records, I am not optimistic about it. I mean seriously, vocalist Nisa Venerosa repeats &#8220;I went to see the gypsy&#8221; like fifty times on the first track, would it kill them to call it &#8220;Gypsy&#8221; or something? Next time they come to town, I am going to holler out a request for &#8220;Untitled #3&#8243; and see how they like it.</p>
<p><font size=3><strong>Gangwish</strong><font size=2> <em>Space Case Vol. 1</em> 7&#8243; (Dear Skull)<br />
<img src="/images/gangwish.jpg">Gangwish is the work of one guy from Pittsburgh, recreating Hal Blaine&#8217;s <i>Psychedelic Percussion</i> for today&#8217;s sophisticated young adult. Groovy, smartly-patterned drums collide with various tones of unexplained origin - there&#8217;s probably a Space Xylophone on here, if such an instrument exists. Delay and various layers of beats add to the disorienting effect, but <i>Space Case Vol. 1</i> is firmly set in the same futuristic jazz-pop camp as Stereolab; this is under no circumstances a noise record. The sweet female vocal on &#8220;Sea of Love&#8221; only adds to the Stereolab vibe, which is pretty hard to dislike. Gangwish would be a nice opener for both Air and Mi Ami (hell, probably Air Miami too), which is a sweet little spot to inhabit.</p>
<p><font size=3><strong>Group Icky Rats</strong><font size=2> <em>Free Rock</em> LP (Coat-Tail)<br />
<img src="/images/groupir.jpg">Sometimes a record will tell you what to do, like <i>Free Rock</i> here, explicitly instructing its owner to file it under &#8220;rock music&#8221;. Little do Group Icky Rats know, I run a straight A-Z filing system, not by genre (determining whether Black Flag are to be filed in either &#8220;punk&#8221; or &#8220;hardcore&#8221; would give me a stroke), but no one could deny this is a rock record anyway - sure, it&#8217;s frantic, disjointed, fully improvised and occasionally hanging by a thread, but there is no denying the rock within. There&#8217;s a good twenty songs here, give or take, all of which feature guitar, drums and stream-of-consciousness vocals. I&#8217;m reminded of the obscure NYC free-rock trio Demo Moe, or original no-wavers DNA and Mars cross-bred with the best of its second wave (Couch, Lake of Dracula, that sort of Midwestern nutty flavor). Even though it&#8217;s clear that Group Icky Rats only keep one hand on the wheel, I&#8217;ve certainly enjoyed the ride.</p>
<p><font size=3><strong>Kyle Hall</strong><font size=2> <em>Must See EP</em> 12&#8243; (Third Ear)<br />
<img src="/images/khallmustsee.jpg">Detroit wunderkind Kyle Hall is no doubt a must-see character, reinforced not only by the title of this EP but with the music contained within. Four nice tracks on here, continuing in that tropical-utopian FXHE sound, house music for any occasion. Definitely a great starter record for anyone trying to get into Kyle Hall, as it&#8217;s an excellent showcase of his production style - KMFH weaves sounds that conjure different genres and time periods together into this perfect mix that is both timeless and modern. A crunchy drum loop will mix with balearic synths and jazzy piano chords, creating this odd mix of fabricated nostalgia and visions of the future. On a different note, the artwork of <i>Must See EP</i> is uncannily similar to that of Sightings&#8217; <i>City of Straw</i>. Great minds think alike, sometimes in the strangest of ways.</p>
<p><font size=3><strong>Inoculist</strong><font size=2> <em>Spells</em> LP (Heartbreakbeat)<br />
<img src="/images/inoculistspells.jpg">Following last year&#8217;s split single with Jana Hunter, here&#8217;s Inoculist&#8217;s debut LP, <i>Spells</i>. Whereas I picked up more of a modern baroque-folk type vibe on the split, <i>Spells</i> plays things a bit straighter, coming across like an indie-rock take on the <i>The Royal Tenenbaums</i> soundtrack. The combo sad male/female lead vocals remind me of Quasi, if Quasi only ever saw their cup as half empty. No real hooks or memorable tunes here, just an unobtrusive playlist for an overcast Sunday morning as you update your Etsy store. It&#8217;s done well, and I am sure there are people out there who need to hear dozens of new records like this every year, I just personally don&#8217;t have much extra space for mopey, countrified indie-rock in my daily life.</p>
<p><font size=3><strong>Joe</strong><font size=2> <em>Claptrap / Level Crossing</em> 12&#8243; (Hessle Audio)<br />
<img src="/images/joeclap.jpg">I&#8217;m tempted to post this review in a different font or all caps or something, as it&#8217;s easy to gloss over a blurb about some techno guy named Joe if you&#8217;re not already familiar, and I need to get the word out that this is one of the best 12&#8243;s I&#8217;ve heard all year. I loved last year&#8217;s <i>Grimelight / Rut</i>, but this one takes the cake&#8230; no idea if Joe is yet another Ramadanman or Pangaea alias, but whoever the human behind it, there&#8217;s nothing else out there quite like it - Joe has reinvented the marching band for a dubstep future. &#8220;Claptrap&#8221; is truly minimal, in the sense that it&#8217;s comprised of little more than a clap sound, a bass drum, a snare, and some coughing in the background. This allows &#8220;Claptrap&#8221;&#8217;s ridiculous pattern to just grab you by your necktie and swing you around the room (while your cousin blares her <i>Drumline</i> DVD in the background). I could try to explain it further, and gush over the perfectly hilarious micro-second piano break, but you really just need to hear it for yourself. &#8220;Level Crossing&#8221; is cut from the same cloth, although its joints are looser and the sound palette more diverse (there&#8217;s even a school bell and a smidge of wobbly bass). So often I see the term &#8220;next level&#8221; thrown around, but as far as recent records go, only with <i>Claptrap / Level Crossing</i> do I feel it to be justified. A+!</p>
<p><font size=3><strong>K-X-P</strong><font size=2> <em>K-X-P</em> CD (Smalltown Supersound)<br />
<img src="/images/kxp.jpg">K-X-P are a Finnish trio, working within a somewhat unrestricted grid of dance music and kraut-rock. On this self-titled disc, that sort of distinction usually means that one guy fires up a rhythm, the other two hop in and out, and it all flows organically, just one small nation under a groove. K-X-P is mainly an instrumental affair, although the occasional vocal will greet you, too (and propel the hook on &#8220;18 Hours (of Love)&#8221;). I don&#8217;t know, for as pleasant as this stuff is, there isn&#8217;t a heck of a lot on <i>K-X-P</i> that caught my ear; K-X-P are fine and good, but lacking any significant flair or drama or quirk. Compared to labelmate Lindstrøm, who takes immaculate care to provide only the best in his musical moments, K-X-P can come across as slackers. Maybe they are just getting warmed up, but I&#8217;m not sure I&#8217;ll remember K-X-P by the time their next record comes out.</p>
<p><font size=3><strong>LA Vampires &#038; Zola Jesus</strong><font size=2> <em>LA Vampires Meets Zola Jesus</em> LP (Not Not Fun)<br />
<img src="/images/lavzj.jpg">Collaborating with Zola Jesus is a surefire way to get me to check out one&#8217;s music. I may have (consciously or unconsciously) avoided anything too close to Pocahaunted&#8217;s camp, but LA Vampires&#8217; collab with Zola Jesus piqued my interest and I&#8217;m all the better for having heard it. Housed in a cool printed DJ sleeve, <i>LA Vampires Meets Zola Jesus</i> is pretty much the textbook definition of &#8220;two people hunched over delay pedals and moaning into microphones&#8221;, but I don&#8217;t think that whole style has to be looked upon with the derision it seems to invite. I can certainly dig a good murky moan-fest, of which this is top quality. I figured this collab wasn&#8217;t going to spotlight Zola Jesus&#8217;s goth-pop starlet sensibilities, so I experienced no letdown. And along with their drones, most of the tracks here utilize some sort of loose dub structure -  mysterious enough to satisfy this week&#8217;s witch-house trend, and with enough dread and digi-reggae vibes to keep me entertained (&#8221;Searching&#8221; has a particularly compelling groove). Not sure if this is LA Vampires&#8217; usual steez that Zola Jesus is just guesting on, but it kind of feels that way - I think I need to pick up some other LA Vampires vinyl to find out.</p>
<p><font size=3><strong>Marked Men</strong><font size=2> <em>On / The Other Side</em> 7&#8243; (540)<br />
<img src="/images/mmen.jpg">Marked Men are the type of band I&#8217;d really dig, but I&#8217;ve avoided them thus far. Not sure why, although I am pretty sure the lame Microsoft Word-preset font choice of their <i>Ghosts</i> album has a lot to do with it. (I just can&#8217;t support that sort of careless graphic design.) This single, however, with it&#8217;s die-cut center hole and casual artwork, looked sharp enough that I could forgive them, and I&#8217;m glad I did - unsurprisingly, these songs are great. &#8220;On&#8221; is a power-pop gem, getting by without a knockout chorus or vocal hook, but just the quality of their sound - vocals are sweetly in tune, guitars strummed with an exacting touch and the whole thing is recorded with a perfectly raw clarity. They speed things up with &#8220;The Other Side&#8221;, mechanically blasting like Chixdiggit at their finest or an American Buzzcocks. It&#8217;s really hard to make pop-punk sound this appealing to adults, but Marked Men have it down to a science (so long as they don&#8217;t whip out Comic Sans for their next album). </p>
<p><font size=3><strong>Melchior &#038; Pronsato</strong><font size=2> <em>Puerto Rican Girls / We Make It Right</em> 12&#8243; (Smallville)<br />
<img src="/images/melpron.jpg">When I first heard that Thomas Melchior and Bruno Pronsato collaborated on a track called &#8220;Puerto Rican Girls&#8221;, I raced to the internet to purchase a copy, already daydreaming about the ridiculous tech-house anthem it surely must be. Melchior in particular has blown my mind on numerous occasions, from &#8220;Different Places&#8221; to all of <i>No Disco Future</i>, and Bruno Pronsato&#8217;s recent <i>The Make Up The Break Up</i> has received serious rotation in my daily playlist. My hopes were clearly too high, as &#8220;Puerto Rican Girls&#8221; is not a summer anthem, but a potent burner that takes time to appreciate. Rather than explode with some huge hook, &#8220;Puerto Rican Girls&#8221; kind of creeps around the beat, expanding and contracting with the subtlety of an eroding beach, aided by the cooing vocals of Ninca Leece. &#8220;We Make It Right&#8221; is slower, climbing an ascending bass-line to a café in the clouds (or so the cool cover art would lead me to believe). Not quite the power-collab I was hoping for, but a fine warm-water dip nonetheless.</p>
<p><font size=3><strong>Moodymann</strong><font size=2> <em>Ol&#8217; Dirty Vinyl</em> 12&#8243; (Mahogani)<br />
<img src="/images/moodyol.jpg">Moodymann is a pretty interesting dude, even when compared to the other colorful personalities of the Detroit house scene. Unlike most house producers, there seems to be some level of hatred that inspires his work - whether it is aimed towards fake DJs, fake pimps or white people, his ire is usually up. <i>Ol&#8217; Dirty Vinyl</i> tempers some of that attitude, making for a fairly diverse and often thrilling EP. &#8220;Ol&#8217; Dirty Vinyl&#8221; is a sweet and crunchy summer jam, not to mention true to its title. &#8220;We Don&#8217;t Care&#8221; and &#8220;No Feedback&#8221; come with a stronger sense of Moodymann &#8216;tude, aided by the cocky vocal riffs, presumably Moodymann himself on the mic. Most importantly, <i>Ol&#8217; Dirty Vinyl</i> is nearly essential because of &#8220;It&#8217;s 2 Late 4 U and Me&#8221;, one of Moodymann&#8217;s finest works. It&#8217;s a nine-minute stunner with an intimidating bass-line and sumptuous vocal hook, masterfully spun into a dance-floor killer that can be enjoyed just as easily while lying on one&#8217;s couch. The lofty domestic price-tag might make this an easy one to overlook, but you&#8217;d only be punking yourself; this is the real deal.</p>
<p><font size=3><strong>Mount Kimbie</strong><font size=2> <em>Crooks and Lovers</em> CD (Hotflush)<br />
<img src="/images/mountkcrooks.jpg">Mount Kimbie never struck me as anything more than just another face in the dubstep crowd, one of those artists you download, listen through once or twice, and then file away deep within the recesses of your external hard-drive. Not sure what it was that prompted me to check out <i>Crooks and Lovers</i> then; maybe I just like the challenge that a full-length album poses to modern electronic dance music, but Mount Kimbie has certainly developed a unique flavor that works exceptionally well in the album format. <i>Crooks and Lovers</i> is rainy-day dubstep, sharp beats filled with quick splices of stylus-crackle, the ambiance of a farmer&#8217;s market or other familar-yet-unplaceable sounds. More than anything, though, acoustic guitar seems to be the instrument of choice; it&#8217;s looped, degraded, saturated and left untouched, adding a nice sense of familiar comfort to computer-based music. Kind of hard to avoid a Fennesz comparison, it certainly came to my mind, but most of <i>Crooks and Lovers</i> maintains a pop sensibility, albeit a slightly fractured one - you can still groove to the majority of this record. It&#8217;s a cool concept, one that Mount Kimbie ran with excellently. I hope he sticks with this sort of thing; he&#8217;s probably the best hope we&#8217;ve got for a Jason Mraz dubstep remix. What? Like you wouldn&#8217;t want to hear that.</p>
<p><font size=3><strong>Neud Photo</strong><font size=2> <em>Synthetics</em> LP (Custom Craft)<br />
<img src="/images/neudphoto.jpg">Can we just get the federal government to establish a Minimal Synth Authenticity Committee already? Neud Photo is another recent minimal-synth project who makes a point of noting &#8220;no software synths or drums were used&#8221; - some sort of governmental stamp of approval would make it whole lot easier, like the Nintendo Seal of Quality, rather than forcing the discerning synth-enthusiast to obtain each artist&#8217;s personal statement of authenticity. I mean, the last thing I want to do is listen to some synth group that used <i>computer software</i> to make their songs! Yuck! Sarcastic tirade aside, Neud Photo have put together a very satisfying debut album, softly menacing and never garish. Each track finds its pulse quickly, chugs along quietly, and moves out of the way. <i>Synthetics</i> definitely feels home-made, but by a pair of talented hands. Think of Ceramic Hello performing the soundtrack to <i>Assault on Precinct 13</i> with some droning male vocals on top and you&#8217;re in the ballpark. Now if you&#8217;ll excuse me, there&#8217;s a letter to my local congressman that I have write.</p>
<p><font size=3><strong>Bill Orcutt</strong><font size=2> <em>Way Down South</em> 12&#8243; (Palilalia)<br />
<img src="/images/bowds.jpg">Harry Pussy had cool tour-only vinyl back in their day, and Bill Orcutt follows suit with <i>Way Down South</i>, a one-sided 12&#8243; featuring a live set recorded in New Zealand. The crowd stays quiet through this series of meandering, confusing and satisfying tunes, allowing Mr. Orcutt to completely vibe out on his instrument and atonally converse with the spirits in the room. I vaguely remember hearing his yelps in the background of <i>A New Way To Pay Old Debts</i>, but his Shooby Taylor-esque vocal stylings are a bit more audible here, which I certainly appreciate. It&#8217;s also recorded cleaner, with a roomy sound that offers little of the fuzz and tape distortion present on <i>Old Debts</i>. Orcutt&#8217;s quieter passages shine through because of that, confirming that he doesn&#8217;t have to stab at your neck with his arrangements, he&#8217;ll gladly show cautious restraint as he slices you open, too.</p>
<p><font size=3><strong>Pollution</strong><font size=2> <em>®SMUT</em> LP (C6)<br />
<img src="/images/pollutions.jpg">I checked out one of Pollution&#8217;s tapes based on the near-cultish praise, but I thought it sounded like a weak His Hero is Gone, or a lo-fi Dead &#038; Gone, or a noise-rock Gone (okay, that last one is totally untrue, but the continuity couldn&#8217;t be passed up). That was an early release, and <i>®SMUT</i> is a huge step forward, a monster-truck of a hardcore record that still has kind of a His Hero is Gone influence, albeit one that is expanded by highlights of the AmRep catalog, like Halo of Flies and Unsane. They&#8217;re reminiscent of Slices, although Pollution go straight for the gut over and over again; the closest they get to art is when they walk past MoMA to pick up guitar strings. Through the course of this record, they blast through grindcore, pummel with noise-rock, thrust with hardcore and scowl with a nasty dirge. In spite of that violent cornucopia, Pollution still sounds like the same band throughout, like these are all just different tentacles of the same kraken. I&#8217;m not a big fan of their URL-styled song.title.punctuation, but when forced to think of another current hardcore band so adept at cruising through various forms of aggressive rock music and making it their own, I cannot.</p>
<p><font size=3><strong>Psychic Baggage</strong><font size=2> <em>Psychic Baggage</em> CD (Endless Melt)<br />
<img src="/images/pbag.gif">Here&#8217;s some nice Australian improv, perfect for an art gallery&#8217;s opening night, especially if the exhibition consists of weird piles of metal-work and paintings that looks like big smears. There&#8217;s percussion and horns and drums, but Psychic Baggage never truly fly their freak flag - when they rustle an open hi-hat, it never reaches a roar. You could probably balance a game of Jenga on the bass drum, too. There&#8217;s some calming guitar drone, and occasionally some sort of electronic beat will float to the surface, if only for a fleeting moment. Reminds me of an unfocused Mouthus recording, or if Blues Control tried to suck (which you and I both know is impossible). I get a little lost in the longer tracks, and I almost completely forgot I was hearing anything at all while I was reading the spoiler to <i>Audition</i> (horrifying stuff). Not bad by any means, but I generally prefer my arty improv-drone to be a little meatier than Psychic Baggage.</p>
<p><font size=3><strong>Ramadanman</strong><font size=2> <em>Fall Short / Work Them</em> 12&#8243; (Swamp81)<br />
<img src="/images/ramafallshort.jpg">Seems like it&#8217;s been a while since a proper Ramadanman release, as opposed to his many collaborations and aliases. (It&#8217;s actually only been like two months, but that&#8217;s a lifetime to an addict like myself.) Addison Groove and Skream&#8217;s contributions to the Swamp81 label have been fantastic, so it&#8217;s with a heavy heart I inform you that <i>Fall Short / Work Them</i> is the weakest of the bunch thus far. &#8220;Fall Short&#8221; comes with a nice sense of space, although its run-of-the-mill rhythm drags it down. I dig the short bursts of squiggly bass, and the emotive vocal hook, but this one comes across a little too lackadaisical for my tastes. &#8220;Work Them&#8221; packs a bigger punch, but the repetitive vocal jab reminds me of a watered-down &#8220;Footcrab&#8221; (Addison Groove&#8217;s killer Swamp81 a-side) and just makes me wish I was hearing that instead. Ramadanman probably should&#8217;ve saved this cool cover art for a better single. And you should probably go out and buy that new Joe single on Hessle Audio instead.</p>
<p><font size=3><strong>Rubbish Throwers</strong><font size=2> <em>Tapeworms</em> 7&#8243; (Endless Melt)<br />
<img src="/images/rthrowers.jpg">Took a chance on Rubbish Throwers, thanks to their cool name and country of origin (Australia, of course), and it paid off. I suppose it&#8217;s hard not to lump them into the &#8220;modern noise rock&#8221; stable, what with their rough-and-tumble rhythms, clanging guitars and unfriendly demeanor, there&#8217;s just something especially nice and unique about Rubbish Throwers, like they truly have nothing to prove, the sort of same angrily confident stance Feedtime took some twenty years ago. There aren&#8217;t any massive hooks, or songs I necessarily remember, but it&#8217;s such an enjoyable listen from start to finish that I&#8217;ve spent a lot of time thinking about this record. I think the thing I find so appealing about Rubbish Throwers is the weird angle from which they approach blown-out post-punk, like they are truly arty people making dumb music, rather than wishing they were arty and failing, if that makes any sense. I&#8217;m sure I&#8217;m thinking about this too hard, and should probably just throw some rubbish while I blast this single again, so I&#8217;m going to do just that.</p>
<p><font size=3><strong>Scorpion Violente</strong><font size=2> <em>Scorpion Violente</em> 12&#8243; (Bruit Direct)<br />
<img src="/images/scorpionv.jpg">The sunburnt jerk on the cover of this record is a good indication for the vibes contained within. These two Frenchmen provide a heavy dose of antagonistic electro on this three-song 12&#8243; single, elegantly simple and crowded with rotten sentiments. A-side &#8220;Rome Violente&#8221; rides a three-note arpeggio through the night, tunneling down towards the Catacombs of Paris. By no means a complex track, but it&#8217;s really stuck with me. The b-side livens up a bit further, kind of like a chain-smoking Six Finger Satellite in electro-mode. &#8220;Mi Pute Mi Soumise&#8221; follows the same mid-paced tempo but adds some distorted claps and writhing electronics, the kind of mutated synth music that&#8217;ll wipe the smirk off anyone&#8217;s face. &#8220;Ich Kann Nicht&#8221; is the only track with vocals, reminding me of SPK in a way, with new-age synths giving way to a mean-spiritedness. Really good stuff - I&#8217;m gonna keep my eye on these guys and hope they don&#8217;t notice.</p>
<p><font size=3><strong>Shetland</strong><font size=2> <em>Excess</em> 12&#8243; (Apnea)<br />
<img src="/images/shetland.jpg">Shetland is the collaboration of Brendon Moeller and David Kennedy, the latter of whom is known to most as Ramadanman. I can see why Kennedy would want to slip on a new name for <i>Excess</i>, as there isn&#8217;t a single thread connecting the sounds of Shetland to dubstep; these four tracks are straight-up tech house, luscious and refined. Cruising at like 126 bpm or so, these tracks pump out Villalobosian bass, airy synths and understated patterns. It&#8217;s unpretentious, and kind of timeless, but along with that timelessness comes an inability to really place Shetland at the top or bottom of the heap, just somewhere contently in the middle. Kinda funny that the tracks are titled &#8220;Nothing Succeeds Like Excess&#8221; and &#8220;Moderation Is Fatal&#8221;, since there&#8217;s nothing particularly overblown or, well, excessive about <i>Excess</i>. Does make for a good soundtrack for finally splurging on some expensive designer coat you&#8217;ve wanted for months, though - I speak from experience here.</p>
<p><font size=3><strong>Slang / Mind Eraser</strong><font size=2> <em>split</em> 7&#8243; (540)<br />
<img src="/images/slangme.jpg">Commemorating their recent US tour, here&#8217;s a split 7&#8243; by these two hardcore heavyweights. Slang contributes &#8220;Drug Society&#8221;, a thick and heavy hardcore scorcher ala Framtid that&#8217;s gone in sixty seconds. Mind Eraser use more of the available vinyl real estate with two cuts, opening with the full-on grind assault of &#8220;Prime&#8221;, breaking down into a His Hero is Gone-ish push-pit. &#8220;Crushing In My Dreams&#8221; reminds me of a more technical Crossed Out, especially with that slow riff march that ends the song. Doesn&#8217;t matter that it&#8217;s a tour-only split single, Mind Eraser still deliver the goods with stunning focus. I&#8217;d like to hear some more Slang, too - perhaps a split LP is in order for their next tour?</p>
<p><font size=3><strong>Son Skull</strong><font size=2> <em>Birth Scene / Rewind EP</em> 12&#8243; (Perennial)<br />
<img src="/images/sonskull.jpg">Raw Pacific NW punk rock is alive in the hands of Son Skull, as attractively packaged on <i>Birth Scene / Rewind EP</i>. I was expecting something a little more esoteric, or proto-grunge or something, just from the band shot on the cover (only three people pictured, but Son Skull is a four-piece - does that last member look like Sloth from <i>Goonies</i> or is he or she just super lazy?) and their affiliation with Gun Outfit, but this is pretty straight-forward, hardcore-speckled punk rock. Feedback before songs start, easy-to-remember riffs, angry shouted vocals. I get a female-fronted Filth vibe (the &#8217;90s Californian one), like I could picture this band opening for Mukilteo Fairies in a Portland basement to a crowd of sweaty punkers all going wild and hanging on the plumbing. I&#8217;ll admit, I would probably like Son Skull less if this record wasn&#8217;t beautifully packaged, what with its rose-tinted clear plastic inner sleeve and attractive little insert, but the whole things comes together so nicely that I&#8217;m not noticing any flaws. Seems like this sort of attention to detail is Perennial&#8217;s M.O. - can&#8217;t wait to see what they&#8217;re up to next.</p>
<p><font size=3><strong>Uffie</strong><font size=2> <em>Sex Dreams and Denim Jeans</em> 2xLP (Ed Banger / Because Music / Elektra)<br />
<img src="/images/uffiesddj.jpg"><i>Sex Dreams and Denim Jeans</i>! I had hoped that an Uffie album would eventually become reality, and here it is&#8230; falling far short of my expectations. I&#8217;m pretty sure the rest of the world hates Uffie, and I take no umbrage towards those who do, but Uffie&#8217;s ridiculous self-awareness as a spoiled Internet-generation slacker always tickled me the right way. Her songs have always been simultaneously fun and verging on new levels of stupid, but with a significant shelf-life; I don&#8217;t think &#8220;Pop the Glock&#8221; sounds horribly dated to 2006, I still find plenty of enjoyment in it. Good thing, because it opens <i>Sex Dreams and Denim Jeans</i>, which also contains the rest of her singles from the past five years. While disappointing, I don&#8217;t mind having those tracks in one convenient place, but the problem is that the rest of the album doesn&#8217;t keep up that level of quality. &#8220;Art of Uff&#8221; has the most words she&#8217;s ever said in a single song, and it&#8217;s a great, slow-cooked club track, but the rest of the new stuff falls short: &#8220;ADD SUV&#8221; is too much of a no-brainer for all involved, &#8220;Give It Away&#8221; is unfortunately not a &#8216;Chili Peppers cover and &#8220;Sex Dreams and Denim Jeans&#8221; shows just how far Uffie is from a disco-punk diva like Blondie. I do, however, appreciate Uffie&#8217;s explanation in &#8220;Our Song&#8221;, brimming with fashionable apathy and the Ed Banger speed-editing I&#8217;ve come to enjoy. I figure this album will bomb commercially, I just hope that its failure doesn&#8217;t mean Uffie stops cutting one or two awesome songs per year for the diehards like myself. </p>
<p><font size=3><strong>Viper</strong><font size=2> <em>Committing the Seven Deadly Sins</em> 7&#8243; (540)<br />
<img src="/images/viper.jpg">Pretty cool concept here: total G.I.S.M. worship with each song tackling the seven deadly sins. I assume Viper&#8217;s personnel features ex- and current-hardcore kids, as they certainly stick to the piss-raw punk aspect of G.I.S.M., avoiding the cheese metal aspect (which certainly made G.I.S.M. the kings that they are, in my opinion). It actually reaches a speedy hardcore tempo for &#8220;Greed&#8221;, but most of <i>Committing the Seven Deadly Sins</i> stays in that Riot City Records / Bone Awl template, which hasn&#8217;t failed anyone yet. The singer&#8217;s got a great choked-out, semi-death vocal echo chamber style going too. Add in the thinly-veiled Satanism and you&#8217;ve got yourself a winner.</p>
<p><font size=3><strong>Void Vision</strong><font size=2> <em>In 20 Years</em> 7&#8243; (Blind Prophet)<br />
<img src="/images/vv20.jpg">The main Cult of Youth guy has been busy, opening a record shop and starting a label, of which Void Vision is its debut release. It might be weird (or Wierd) to say, but Void Vision are dead-on Xeno and Oaklander on these two songs, minimal-synth as performed by a duo that sounds more like a full five-piece band jamming expertly on their Rolands and Junos. They&#8217;ve even got the speedy undercurrent and pop structure of X&#038;O. Maybe it&#8217;s because there&#8217;s only two tracks here, or because the band name reminds me of Void and/or Vomit Visions, but I think I actually prefer Void Vision. The singer has a great gothic moan, never hammed up by a false accent or anything, and it&#8217;s really a perfect match to the music. The chorus of &#8220;Black and White&#8221; hints at a pop fascination, with the gravitas to make it a reality. I listen to a lot of the modern synth-pop that&#8217;s going around, and maybe it&#8217;s partly because we apparently live in the same city, but Void Vision is most definitely more exciting to me than the rest.</p>
<p><font size=3><strong>White Boss</strong><font size=2> <em>White Boss</em> LP (Perennial)<br />
<img src="/images/whiteboss.jpg">Another Perennial debut, and another winner, here&#8217;s White Boss&#8217;s debut LP. White Boss like to extend their clawing, violent hardcore bursts with these epic intros and outros, just laying out flat landscapes of guitar squall and repetitive riffing before belting out some jolts of nasty hardcore. When they really kick in, I can get a feel of a toned-down Die Kreuzen or a beefed-up Merel, replacing the thrashing with a strong sense of grandeur. The wide and cold horizon on the cover certainly helps one get into that mindset. It&#8217;s definitely a hardcore record, but there&#8217;s something about White Boss that&#8217;s difficult to classify&#8230; oddly enough, I get a strong Gravity Records vibe from <i>White Boss</i>, in the way so many classic Gravity bands (like Heroin, Clikatat Ikatowi and Antioch Arrow) worked within their own realms to emphasize the power and emotion that hardcore music could exude. I know Gravity&#8217;s still kicking around today; they should get on the White Boss tip, this is the type of band that could reinvigorate any label. </p>
<p><font size=3><strong>White Drugs</strong><font size=2> <em>Gold Magic</em> LP (Kunstwaffe / Amphetamine Reptile)<br />
<img src="/images/whitedrugs.jpg">You can&#8217;t keep a good &#8217;90s label down, as proven by Siltbreeze&#8217;s somewhat recent revival and apparently now Amphetamine Reptile&#8217;s as well, although to what degree AmRep is operating on remains to be seen. White Drugs are a good fit, as they take a lot of the typical AmRep signifiers (loud, rocking, vibrant, noisy) with a raw and updated recording (no &#8217;90s phaser or excessive compression here). I swear there are like ten bands with &#8220;White ___&#8221; names these days, and it&#8217;s getting hard to keep track, but after <i>Gold Magic</i>, I&#8217;m pretty sure I could pull White Drugs out of a lineup of perps. They rock in a burly manner, to the point where I nearly spelled it &#8220;rawk&#8221;, with a vocalist who spews a variety of phrases in some sort of spastic, off-time shouted-word - somewhere between Mark E. Smith and Landed&#8217;s Dan St. Jacques his spittle does fly. The closest modern comparison I can think of is Mayyors, although White Drugs aren&#8217;t nearly as rambunctious (or good, but who really is?). Song titles like &#8220;Money is the Future&#8221; get a chortle - these guys have a decent sense of humor, and I enjoy gold face paint on pretty much anyone. Maybe you won&#8217;t be won over quite as easily, but I&#8217;m on board.</p>
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		<description><![CDATA[Mind Eraser are my favorite modern hardcore-grind band going today. (Sadly, Gonkulator were disqualified
from the running). It&#8217;s easy to slap together fast, blast-beat hardcore, and it&#8217;s even easier for it
to suck, but Mind Eraser clearly put in the time and effort to make something great; they operate at a
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			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Mind Eraser are my favorite modern hardcore-grind band going today. (Sadly, Gonkulator were disqualified<br />
from the running). It&#8217;s easy to slap together fast, blast-beat hardcore, and it&#8217;s even easier for it<br />
to suck, but Mind Eraser clearly put in the time and effort to make something great; they operate at a<br />
level where the product they provide is deliberately crafted and powerfully visceral. They&#8217;ve been<br />
around seven years, with only two LPs and a few select EPs to their name - how&#8217;s that for quality control?<br />
And yet, no one forgets about this band in today&#8217;s rapid-turnover market; rather, their reputation only<br />
grows as leaders of all things heavy, brutal and grinding. They&#8217;ve been doing it all themselves, or with<br />
the help of friends, and their music just keeps getting better. Now someone find me a copy of that<br />
&#8220;bootleg&#8221; single I&#8217;ve been hearing about. </p>
<p><b>I know you guys play and have played in various other bands and keep pretty busy,<br />
but Mind Eraser seems to be, collectively, the members&#8217; most notable and heralded band.<br />
Did it start off as a side project, or was Mind Eraser serious from the very start? Did you<br />
expect the band to last as long as it has?</b><br />
<i>Chris (guitar):</i> Started as a side project for me and Justin. It was a pretty inconspicuous beginning. Just<br />
the two of us trying to do songs on a four-track that were like half way between Infest and<br />
Citizen&#8217;s Arrest. If you&#8217;ve ever heard our demo you know we failed miserably, but that was the<br />
starting point. I honestly had no expectations because very little thought went into it, and if you<br />
ever saw us in the first year of existence, it&#8217;s safe to say it was not very serious. I guess It&#8217;s been<br />
seven years this fall which is pretty long.<br />
<i>Justin (vocals):</i> I&#8217;ve definitely sold more t-shirts with other bands I&#8217;ve been in but Mind Eraser is the one that<br />
has had the longest lifespan. Back when we started I never would have believed I&#8217;d be doing it seven<br />
years later but during that time I&#8217;ve never had the hankering to hang it up. I think we have done<br />
a good job with not burning ourselves out by being too active.</p>
<p><b>When did you decide to become &#8220;serious&#8221; about Mind Eraser, and why? It seems like<br />
Mind Eraser has always had a pretty solid level of support and praise from, uh, &#8220;the scene&#8221;;<br />
was that a factor?</b><br />
<i>Chris:</i> I guess maybe when Glacial Reign came out the lineup sort of firmed up and we sort of<br />
developed our own parameters for our sound a little more. So that&#8217;d be like 2006. Its never been<br />
that serious at least compared to some bands. We don&#8217;t play out of state that much, we don&#8217;t<br />
make that much merchandise. The scene and all really hasn&#8217;t been a major factor. I feel everyone<br />
in our sort of extended family have been pretty fortunate where there&#8217;s always a decent amount<br />
of people keen to what we&#8217;re doing. I don&#8217;t think it&#8217;s usually something that effects the way we<br />
conduct the bands, but we do put our time into all this, and it&#8217;s appreciated when folks notice.<br />
<i>Justin:</i> From the start I wanted to play shows just because I had such a good time singing in<br />
a band, unfortunately I may have been the only one who enjoyed me singing in a band. Believe it<br />
or not (I still find it hard to believe), but around the time our first LP came out we felt as though<br />
we were onto something and we got inspired to work harder on song writing and getting better<br />
as a band. Also, I think having a stable line-up makes life so much easier as far as practicing and<br />
wanting to get tighter.</p>
<p><b>I&#8217;m sure a lot of people have wondered why you don&#8217;t tour more often. Is it just your<br />
regular jobs, or what?</b><br />
<i>Justin:</i> It&#8217;s not so much that. I just don&#8217;t see the point of a band like us going out on the &#8220;circuit&#8221;<br />
for half the year. I&#8217;m fairly satisfied with the niche we have carved out for ourselves.<br />
<i>Chris:</i> We don&#8217;t tour much really because most of us work regular jobs, and honestly I don&#8217;t think<br />
touring would be that financially viable for a band like us. we do good enough when we go on the<br />
road and sometimes we come back with a decent chunk of change, but we don&#8217;t have our own van,<br />
and we don&#8217;t have a ton of spare cash to front for merch and records. It&#8217;s kind of a big deal to<br />
even take two weeks off of a regular 9-to-5 job too. If we did a lot of touring it would also kind<br />
of impede on the time we divy up into our other projects. For the most part I think we all like staying<br />
home and just making new records and new projects. Maybe I&#8217;m a polygamist at heart.</p>
<p><b>Would you say that everyone in Mind Eraser has the same vision for the band&#8217;s sound<br />
and style? I guess what I&#8217;m trying to say is, are there multiple directions being pulled<br />
within the band which lead to the final output, or is it more of a streamlined thing where<br />
everyone is always on the same page when it comes to writing a new song?</b><br />
<i>Chris:</i> I write the majority of the riffs, but there&#8217;s definitely some additional shaping by the rest<br />
of the band, and power of veto generally on their part. I think everyone has their own<br />
perspective on it, but especially at this point we all sort of know the sound, and the boundaries<br />
of it. The first couple records there wasn&#8217;t really anyone in the writing process except me and Justin,<br />
but on <i>Conscious/Unconscious</i>, <i>Prodigal Son</i>, and the upcoming <i>Brutal Supremacy</i> stuff,<br />
the other guys would make changes and suggestions as needed. Brendan actually wrote three<br />
of the songs we did for Brutal Supremacy and he&#8217;s contributed a few riffs in the past too. There&#8217;s<br />
been times when I know I&#8217;m not really getting through with what I want the song to be like when<br />
I&#8217;m going through it with the other dudes, and usually in the end I figure maybe that&#8217;s not going<br />
to work for this band. Usually when they say to change something they&#8217;re right.<br />
<i>Justin:</i> I would say we have about as similar a vision as four people could have. I think when we<br />
first started I may have wanted to be a little more metal, but eventually we added all those<br />
ingredients.</p>
<p><b>Is Mind Eraser&#8217;s sound still changing, or will the listener pretty much know what to expect<br />
with any upcoming records?</b><br />
<i>Chris:</i> My goal at the get go was that each record would sort of have a distinct flavor but they&#8217;d all<br />
sound like one band. So I mean, they all sound similar to a degree but i try not to be repeating myself.<br />
The new <i>Brutal Supremacy</i> stuff is kind of a continuation of the last 7&#8243;, but pushed a bit further<br />
I think. When I listen to stuff we did even a couple years ago there&#8217;s parts I hear that I wouldn&#8217;t<br />
write now or I&#8217;d play a different way just based on where I&#8217;m at now and what my listening habits are<br />
for other music so I guess there&#8217;s still change&#8230; I don&#8217;t ever wanna be in a band that&#8217;s just running in<br />
place so I hope it&#8217;s never too easy to guess what you&#8217;ll get.</p>
<p><b>What is <i>Brutal Supremacy</i>?</b><br />
<i>Chris:</i> <i>Brutal Supremacy</i> is a 2&#215;7&#8243; with one side each featuring Mind Eraser, Iron Lung, Scapegoat,<br />
and Hatred Surge. It&#8217;s coming out this year (finally) on Painkiller. The idea being these are all friends<br />
and acquaintances that mutually respect each other and shooting for the same end in different ways.</p>
<p><b>You&#8217;ve released most of your records on Painkiller, which I know at least one Mind Eraser<br />
member personally owns and operates. How important is that to you, the complete control over<br />
your music, not just in writing, but in how it is distributed and presented to the world? Was<br />
this an intentional decision, or more just a product of circumstance?</b><br />
<i>Chris:</i> Well the first two LPs are Painkiller, the 12&#8243; EP is on Clean Plate, the 7&#8243; EP is on Youngblood,<br />
the split with Slang is on 540, and the <i>Brutal Supremacy</i> comp will be on Painkiller, so we&#8217;re<br />
batting .500. In the beginning it was pretty much, &#8220;no one else is going to release this&#8221;. I already<br />
had a label, it was just easier to do it &#8220;in-house&#8221;.<br />
After <i>Glacial Reign</i> and some touring and shit, there was interest from outside parties and<br />
I the band was going to do these two EPs back to back (<i>Conscious/Unconscious</i> and<br />
<i>Prodigal Son</i>). I&#8217;d already released a couple things on Painkiller that year in other bands, and I felt<br />
it wouldn&#8217;t really be right if I had all these things featuring myself come out on the label at one<br />
time. So we just sort of ended up asking the people that I thought were trustworthy and that wouldn&#8217;t<br />
 be hard to deal with, hence Youngblood and Clean Plate. It&#8217;s good to know and trust the people who<br />
are putting out records for your band. I&#8217;ve been ordering records from Youngblood since I was like 16<br />
and got into hardcore, and you know over the years I&#8217;ve got to know Sean well enough where I know<br />
he&#8217;s not skeevy. He&#8217;s been doing his label since like &#8216;96 and always just done records of bands he likes,<br />
never tried to make it into one of these assembly line labels that seem more like businesses. I respect that<br />
in a big way. It started off with me and Justin joking &#8220;you know we should do a record on Youngblood&#8221;<br />
since we don&#8217;t fit the profile at all, and then it was just like &#8220;fuck it, let&#8217;s do it&#8221;. Similar thing with<br />
Clean Plate I guess. We recorded the first 2 lps with Will, and me and Justin had been to his studio to<br />
record plenty of other stuff, and over time got to know him fairly well, a very likable and trustworthy guy<br />
who had been doing records for a similarly long time. I think it helps both people not having an<br />
assembly line mentality about the records they put out, because the releases actually get the same<br />
attention to detail they would have if we did them on Painkiller. The split with Slang is really new,<br />
Timmy who does 540 asked us to go with them on tour for a week and a half, and so we did this<br />
new release, which is not normally our style but I think it came out cool. We don&#8217;t do a lot of records<br />
and releases so I don&#8217;t wanna have strangers handling them. I keep a fairly tight reign on the<br />
visual aspect of the band, and since 2007 I&#8217;ve recorded all our stuff too, so whatever, I&#8217;m a control<br />
freak. The thing everyone has to accept is that you can&#8217;t really control the way people process<br />
or interpret your music and so a lot of the time you spend trying to exercise control really ends up<br />
being for yourself, more than others.<br />
<i>Justin:</i> I know from experience that a good way to fuck up your band is to hand over too much control<br />
to outside parties. Even if they have a vested interest, I feel it changes the dynamic of the<br />
band entirely. We handle the business side ourselves and when we don&#8217;t we put it in the hands of<br />
competent friends we know we can trust. Avoiding those type of headaches makes being in a band<br />
so much more enjoyable.</p>
<p><b>Would you be interested in working with a stranger if there was a promise of a much larger<br />
recording budget or promotion? Could that ever be a factor?</b><br />
<i>Chris:</i> A couple offers have come down the pipe. Not a lot but maybe two or three that would be &#8220;larger<br />
budget and promotion&#8221;.  Honestly I&#8217;ve never had a moment where I was like &#8220;if only we had more<br />
money we could&#8230;&#8221; or &#8220;if only we had a bigger push behind this record we would&#8230;&#8221; so none of the<br />
offers have been that appealing. I don&#8217;t want to be thrown into one of these assembly lines because<br />
I think it actually takes something away from the band that you can never get back. I&#8217;m not saying<br />
I&#8217;d never do it with any band, but I don&#8217;t think I would with this one. Honestly I don&#8217;t think it would<br />
actually help us much. Most people do this to get money for tour support and recording. We don&#8217;t<br />
tour almost ever, never for more than a week if we do, and we have our own means of recording so<br />
we don&#8217;t need expensive studio time. Some people make this decision to expand their fanbase but I<br />
mean we&#8217;re pretty limited as far as that goes. Even if we increased the people into us by a couple<br />
hundred, there&#8217;d be just as many who wouldn&#8217;t be interested now that we were on some large indie<br />
label. Honestly I&#8217;m pretty content with the number of people that come to see us when we play out,<br />
I don&#8217;t usually sit down after and go &#8220;man if we could just get like 50 more in here next time&#8230;&#8221;<br />
<i>Justin:</i> Like I mentioned before, I don&#8217;t really care too much about promotion but I can&#8217;t help but<br />
find the promise of a studio budget enticing. It&#8217;s not that I want some slicked out recording with fake<br />
sounding guitars and drums tracks looking like math homework all lined up perfectly on a grid, but it could<br />
be fun to have the money to work with someone who I think makes really great sounding records.</p>
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<p><b>I hear a lot of different influences in Mind Eraser, running a pretty wide scope through hardcore<br />
and metal&#8217;s various sub-genres. The only omission I&#8217;ve really considered is the lack of<br />
any black metal influence. Am I missing it?</b><br />
<i>Chris:</i> Yea and no. There are certain bands that are important to me. I take after the 80&#8217;s definition<br />
of black metal more than what they call black metal now. Bathory, Mercyful Fate, Venom, Sodom&#8230;<br />
those bands have all had a major effect on me, and song writing and presentation, as well as just&#8230;<br />
those are all bands I really love that made great records and have had an effect on me on a spiritual<br />
level.  I don&#8217;t care for most modern black metal, it&#8217;s just not for me. Brendan, our drummer, is pretty<br />
immersed in present-day black metal and he&#8217;s played me some cool stuff that&#8217;s really moving, but I<br />
consider myself a total outsider. I feel like its been a bit trendy in hardcore of late to name-check<br />
black metal bands&#8230; I don&#8217;t really care for this either. Most of the ones I like are early 90&#8217;s bands<br />
that came from death and thrash anyway.<br />
<i>Justin:</i> I agree for the most part. I love all the bands Chris mentioned along with all the classic recordings<br />
by Darkthrone, Mayhem, etc., but I&#8217;m not really much of a black lord to be honest.</p>
<p><b>What would you recommend as an under-the-radar or under-appreciated &#8217;90s metal<br />
record that I could pick up an original for say, under $25? One that you consider to be<br />
incredibly high quality for the cost. Does anything that cheap even exist in today&#8217;s market?</b><br />
<i>Chris:</i> I don&#8217;t want to come off like a know-it-all. I got into underground music through hardcore<br />
and punk. Eventually in my 20&#8217;s I started listening to metal, I&#8217;d say it&#8217;s about an even split 50/50 now,<br />
but you know, it was a later addition to my diet. Okay but&#8230; the short answer to your question. I think<br />
for like well-known bands, the first Paradise Lost LP is so good but like never really discussed; Justin<br />
pushed me to buy that one. Total $10 LP that you&#8217;ll spin again and again. Also the final Saint Vitus<br />
album <i>Die Healing</i> is shockingly good. It just got pressed on vinyl for the first time so that kind<br />
of doesn&#8217;t fit your question, but it totally tears just like their more &#8220;classic releases&#8221;. Ummm&#8230; less<br />
known. My pet project for the last couple years was obtaining every release on the Seraphic Decay<br />
label, and there&#8217;s a lot of pricier joints on there like the first Mortician 7&#8243;, the Abhorence 7&#8243;,<br />
Demigod/Necropsy split LP, Death Yell 7&#8243;, but there&#8217;s some totally overlooked cheapies that are<br />
fkn&#8217; great. Messiah Paratroops 7&#8243; has a stupid name but is a totally awesome Finnish death thrash<br />
ripper. There&#8217;s still stock copies that turn up sometimes for like $5 and it&#8217;s a total repeat player. The<br />
Monastery 7&#8243; on Seraphic is totally never talked about and it&#8217;s one of the best on the label. It&#8217;s a side<br />
project of Sinister and Entombed members but it&#8217;s really a bit more raw and punky, almost like they&#8217;re<br />
trying to do a band like Master. The songs are all really short, like one-and-a-half or two minutes.<br />
The Belial <i>Wisdom In Darkness</i> 12&#8243; just got reissued, but my favorite is the <i>Gods Of The Pit Pt. II</i><br />
7&#8243; they did right after you can still get pretty cheap on the Moribund label. <i>Gods of the Pit Pt. I</i><br />
was actually a killer demo release too, the only ripoff design Mind Eraser has ever done was a shirt<br />
with the art from <i>Gods of the Pit Pt. I</i> on it. There&#8217;s a lot of demo only stuff out there that&#8217;s<br />
totally killer too, obviously; same as punk and hardcore. &#8220;Under-rated&#8221; is all pretty relative. Relative to<br />
Left Hand Path, Clandestine is pretty under-rated, and like a $10 record. the &#8217;90s are a crazy time<br />
for metal because there were some of the best years in the first half, and some of the absolute worst<br />
in the second half. Consider that majorly influential releases in death, doom, and black metal all came<br />
out in the first half of the &#8217;90s. Records that are still being emulated in some cases by hundreds of bands.<br />
<i>Justin:</i> I&#8217;m not a record collector so I&#8217;ll leave this one for Chris to answer, however if you see the<br />
Crypt Of Kerberos <i>Cyclone Of Insanity</i> single you should pick that up before every single good<br />
&#8217;90s death metal record balloons in price. Matter of fact, maybe they already have&#8230;</p>
<p><b>You guys usually play fast. Are there any doom/drone/stoner-metal bands or<br />
musicians that have really affected how you play or write music for Mind Eraser?</b><br />
<i>Chris:</i> For sure. Tom Warrior and me are similar guys I think. We have big ideas and limited skills. I&#8217;ve<br />
learned a lot from Celtic Frost and Hellhammer. It&#8217;s an obvious pick, but it&#8217;s a big one. I think Dave<br />
Chandler from Saint Vitus is kind of the same way. So probably those are the big ones that have<br />
rubbed off on my playing. There&#8217;s a lot of stuff&#8230; the first couple years of Mind Eraser I felt<br />
was like Justin going &#8220;check out this band; you&#8217;ll like them&#8221; to me, and it would be you know&#8230; Trouble<br />
or Cathedral or Winter. Bands I listen to all the time now. This question&#8217;s kind of funny, some<br />
people in the past have said we don&#8217;t have enough fast stuff.<br />
<i>Justin:</i> There may have been a tiny bit of it on the first record but we didn&#8217;t really start adding doom<br />
 elements until the second LP <i>Glacial Reign</i>. All the releases from then on have it in my<br />
opinion, especially <i>Conscious/Unconscious</i>.</p>
<p><b>I think you balance it pretty well, honestly. Do you think about that when making a record,<br />
that you want the balance between fast/slow to be somewhat even?</b><br />
<i>Justin:</i> I feel as though we have been pretty spontaneous as far as song writing goes. We did sort<br />
of have a game plan for what we wanted to do on <i>Conscious/Unconscious</i> before Chris started<br />
writing the riffs  but I would say that&#8217;s the one exception.<br />
<i>Chris:</i> No, there&#8217;s no science to it really. I mean if I feel like we need a slow one after a few fast ones<br />
we just kinda do it.</p>
<p><b>Suppose you were hanging out with someone who said &#8220;death metal is corny and wimpy&#8221;.<br />
What would you play for them or what would you say to change their mind? Of course, it&#8217;s purely<br />
hypothetical that you would ever find yourself in such lousy company, but humor me, if you don&#8217;t mind.</b><br />
<i>Chris:</i> I guess maybe it would depend on the person, but there&#8217;s no big secrets.  First two Autopsy<br />
LPs are a pretty surefire starting point. Nihilist demos, the first Unleashed album, Grave <i>Into the<br />
Grave</i>, pretty much any Bolt Thrower&#8230; I guess I would base recommendations off this person&#8217;s<br />
other tastes. I guess some people would go obscure, but it&#8217;s the same for hardcore. If you want<br />
someone to understand why it&#8217;s cool you just play them <i>Victim In Pain</i>. If they don&#8217;t connect,<br />
it&#8217;s probably a lost cause.<br />
<i>Justin:</i> Demigod <I>Unholy Domain</i>. If they find that &#8220;wimpy&#8221; then they are more man than I&#8217;ll ever be.</p>
<p><b>You&#8217;re offered access to the full musical archives of either SST or Earache - which do you choose?</b><br />
<i>Chris:</i> You know&#8230; that&#8217;s funny. Earache is kind of the new SST. At one time so relevant, and now<br />
just a total garbage dump. I guess at least Earache still kind of releases new bands that fit<br />
their established profile. That said, I&#8217;d go with SST by a long shot. Who knows what weird shit&#8217;s<br />
kicking around there? &#8216;Flag outtakes would make it worth it for sure. For most of Earache&#8217;s artists,<br />
everything they&#8217;ve done is known. Theoretically you could walk into the SST Fortress and find an<br />
unheard Black Flag session or Saint Vitus outtakes or something; you&#8217;re not going to walk into<br />
Earache HQ and find anything like that. Maybe if you&#8217;re lucky some Pitchshifter remixes.<br />
<i>Justin:</i> This is the hardest question you&#8217;ve asked all interview long!</p>
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		<description><![CDATA[Anxiety Pathetic EP 12&#8243; (Social Napalm)
Killer EP from yet another group of knuckleheads outta Massachusetts. Has anyone checked the synthetic hormone level in Boston&#8217;s milk supply lately? Anxiety has a raw hardcore sound that intersects a few crucial points, namely mid-&#8217;90s Cleveland (think H100s, Inmates) and early &#8217;80s Mutha Records (The Worst and Mental Abuse [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><font size=3><strong>Anxiety</strong><font size=2> <em>Pathetic EP</em> 12&#8243; (Social Napalm)<br />
<img src="/images/anxietyp.jpg">Killer EP from yet another group of knuckleheads outta Massachusetts. Has anyone checked the synthetic hormone level in Boston&#8217;s milk supply lately? Anxiety has a raw hardcore sound that intersects a few crucial points, namely mid-&#8217;90s Cleveland (think H100s, Inmates) and early &#8217;80s Mutha Records (The Worst and Mental Abuse come to mind). Ragged, nasty and raw hardcore with sentiments like &#8220;I hate the fuckin&#8217; human race&#8221; and &#8220;stop breeding / you are the problem, I am the cure&#8221; at every lyrical turn, the type of universal hatred that any half-decent punk can get behind. Anxiety also bring the occasional mosh part to the table, perhaps unavoidable due to their proximity to Boston, and it works well. A couple of stupidly great, punched-in guitar solos, courtesy of Mind Eraser&#8217;s Chris Corry, only sweeten the deal. Factor in the great goofball cut-and-paste artwork and you&#8217;ve got what very well might be my favorite hardcore record of the year.</p>
<p><font size=3><strong>Bastard Noise</strong><font size=2> <em>A Culture of Monsters</em> LP (Deep Six)<br />
<img src="/images/bnculture.jpg">Quickly following their fantastic split with The Endless Blockade, Bastard Noise are back once more in bass/drums mode with <i>A Culture of Monsters</i>, proudly serving the skull. It&#8217;s heavy as hell, churning more than pummeling, and a bit more grandiose than previous Man Is The Bastard records - not quite as raw as say, the Capitalist Casualties split (certainly one of the greatest hardcore splits of my generation). Still, the first couple minutes of &#8220;Me and Hitler&#8221; are as possessed and gnarly as anything else Eric Wood has created, and there is no mistaking <i>A Culture of Monsters</i> for anything other than a brutal onslaught. Besides the hardcore-prog we&#8217;ve come to love, Bastard Noise throw a few curveballs on here: the spoken word intro is an excellent way to get into the proper headspace for the duration of <i>A Culture of Monsters</i>, but what is one to make of the weird Jarboe-esque crooning in &#8220;A Silent Night in the Horrible Garden&#8221;? Or the even more peculiar ballad that follows, &#8220;If Another World&#8230;&#8221;, which sounds like Antony &#038; The Johnsons covering Kate Bush? Yes, this is still the Bastard Noise review. It sounds nuts, and it is, but Bastard Noise pull it off. They wrap things up with the nice n&#8217; lengthy &#8220;Interior War&#8221;, which ends with a fired-up, gridlocked Eric Wood (pretty sure that&#8217;s his voice) ranting about how he wants to just jam and destroy all &#8220;stupefucks&#8221;. When the war against the stupefucks takes place, I&#8217;ll be right by his side.</p>
<p><font size=3><strong>Benga</strong><font size=2> <em>Phaze: One</em> 2&#215;12&#8243; (Tempa)<br />
<img src="/images/bengaphaze.jpg">There will always be a spot reserved in my heart for Benga&#8217;s &#8220;Night&#8221;, due to its possession of one of the squirmiest, queasiest basslines I&#8217;ve ever heard, inclusive of all genres. After my enjoyment of the recent Skream single, and with my hope that the Tempa crew is still blowing minds like they were a couple years back, I was unfortunately disappointed by <i>Phaze: One</i>. Across these four sides, Benga never really ventures outside of his safe space: the rhythms are slow and creeping, the bass is wobbly and vibrant, and the whole thing is performed effortlessly and unenthusiastically, to the point where predictability reigns over creativity. This is essentially the same sound I heard on Benga&#8217;s <i>Diary of an Afro Warrior</i>, which I really dig, yet I was hoping for something fresh with this new release, not a rerun. I&#8217;m not saying I want Benga to just follow the pack and sound like Ramadanman and Joy Orbison, it&#8217;s just that I&#8217;m not sensing a lot of inspiration here; it&#8217;s as if Benga is content to just do what he does and challenge neither himself nor the listener. I dig the titles, like &#8220;Rock Music&#8221; and &#8220;Your Band (Descending)&#8221;, but the music doesn&#8217;t quite live up to how I hoped they&#8217;d sound. I&#8217;m assuming the enumerated title confirms that a second &#8220;phaze&#8221; is forthcoming - hopefully Benga is just getting fired up for that one.</p>
<p><font size=3><strong>Blawan</strong><font size=2> <em>Fram / Iddy</em> 12&#8243; (Hessle Audio)<br />
<img src="/images/blawan.jpg">A new Hessle Audio 12&#8243; with nonsense song titles from some unusual new name that is probably just another alias of some young dubstep producer who already has multiple other aliases? Don&#8217;t mind if I do! &#8220;Fram&#8221; is pretty fast and great, melding that intricate Hessle Audio percussion with a distant and hushed vocal, T++ style. He pairs that with a real nice synth line that sounds like an Audi shifting gears as it blows by minivans on the freeway. &#8220;Iddy&#8221; starts with the sound of scissors chopping and that same creepy T++ whisper (or is it a field recording from a bird sanctuary?) before busting into a hardcore drumline workout. I really enjoy the contrast of banging drums and subtle creepy synth, of which Blawan&#8217;s debut is bountiful. For whatever reason, I wasn&#8217;t expecting this one to stack up to the rest of the Hessle Audio catalog, but shame on me, <i>Fram / Iddy</i> pursues excellence just the same.</p>
<p><font size=3><strong>Boys Noize &#038; Erol Alkan</strong><font size=2> <em>Avalanche / Lemonade</em> 12&#8243; (Phantasy Sound)<br />
<img src="/images/bneaal.jpg">Boys Noize and Erol Alkan are like the Batman and Robin of electro-house, consistently saving the day and quipping one-liners as they knock out the bad guys. Last year&#8217;s <i>Waves / Death Suite</i> got me hooked, so there was no passing up this delightfully-titled new single. &#8220;Avalanche&#8221; sticks with their modern-<i>Knight Rider</i> vision, conjuring images of an all-black Mercedes racing across a desert with no particular destination. These guys know how to build a track &#8217;til it explodes, and they do that a few times in &#8220;Avalanche&#8221; to thrilling effect. &#8220;Lemonade&#8221; is a little sweeter, as expected, with a punchy, Daft Punk-esque riff and lots of fresh pulp mingling amongst the ice cubes. A perfect compliment to the summer heat. I&#8217;m not crazy about all Boys Noize, but his collaborations with Erol Alkan have been nothing short of great. As focused and sweat-laced as the tennis pros adorning the picture sleeve.</p>
<p><font size=3><strong>Danzig</strong><font size=2> <em>Deth Red Sabaoth</em> LP (The End / Evilive)<br />
<img src="/images/danzigdrs.jpg">Danzig&#8217;s first two albums are not only classics, they are classics that I routinely enjoy, as I frequently holler along to &#8220;Killer Wolf&#8221; or &#8220;Am I Demon&#8221; as fellow rush-hour commuters gawk, surely wishing they too were possessed by the man un-ironically nicknamed &#8220;Evil Elvis&#8221;. <i>Deth Red Sabaoth</i> is Danzig&#8217;s ninth proper album, pretty far removed from <i>Danzig</i> and <i>Danzig II: Lucifuge</i>, but his dark essence and one-in-a-million vocal style remain strong. I mean seriously, Danzig could sing for Passion Pit and it&#8217;d still just sound like Danzig. I miss John Christ&#8217;s subtle and groovy riffage, not to mention his name, but the band&#8217;s modern, almost nu-metal approach isn&#8217;t the laughing-stock it could be. &#8220;The Revengeful&#8221; is built to be a pro-wrestling entrance theme, as its basic riff commands headbanging and respect, with the perfect chorus for Danzig&#8217;s glorious howl. Can&#8217;t say I ever really wanted double-bass from Danzig&#8217;s drummer, but after getting used to the idea on &#8220;Rebel Spirits&#8221;, it certainly has its place within the overall sound of <i>Deth Red Sabaoth</i>. He&#8217;s still got the ballads (&#8221;Black Candy&#8221; carries the perfect combo of cheesy and stone-faced, and &#8220;On A Wicked Night&#8221; starts like a lullaby), and even though I might not make it through all eleven tracks every time I sit down with <i>Deth Red Sabaoth</i>, Danzig refuses to let me down.</p>
<p><font size=3><strong>Deadboy</strong><font size=2> <em>Cash Antics Vol. 1</em> 12&#8243; (Well Rounded)<br />
<img src="/images/deadboy.jpg">Dubstep-infused R&#038;B anthems aren&#8217;t what I&#8217;d expect from a guy named &#8220;Deadboy&#8221;, but whatever, I can get into it. &#8220;Way That I Love U&#8221; is a thick remix of Ashanti&#8217;s song of the same name, with a pleasurable bass boost, Joker-style synth work and various electronic effects sprinkled throughout. Deadboy seems to squeeze more emotion out of the vocal than I remember on the original; perhaps sweltering bass has that effect on any diva. Deadboy remixes a couple Cassie tracks on the flip - the first, &#8220;Unofficial Girl&#8221;, is spun deep into the UK dubstep arena, sounding more like a Joy Orbison original than a pop remix. &#8220;Long Way 2 Go&#8221; has a thuggish, David Banner swagger and a Kode9 shine, a nice display of just how complimentary the disparate tastes of American R&#038;B and UK dubstep can be.</p>
<p><font size=3><strong>Defektors</strong><font size=2> <em>The Bottom of the City</em> LP (Nominal / Grotesque Modern)<br />
<img src="/images/defektors.jpg">Deviants of all stripes, take note - there is hardly a modern punk rock band more worthy of your attention than Defektors. Pretty sure they released a single or two before this album, but it usually takes me more than a whim to pony up the Canadian shipping costs these days, which unfortunately left me blissfully ignorant of their greatness prior to <i>The Bottom of the City</i>. I hope those early records aren&#8217;t as good as <i>The Bottom of the City</i>, or else I&#8217;ll have to make that sacrifice, as this album is impeccable in both aesthetic and execution. Musically, Defektors tie together both coasts through the classic Dangerhouse bands (Eyes, Dils, X) and the nascent CBGBs punk scene (Richard Hell, Dead Boys), all with a healthy Wipers sheen. It&#8217;s great to hear a modern punk band working these <i>Time Life: History of Punk</i> influences, rather than relying on <i>Killed By Death</i> comps for aesthetic guidance, as everyone has already out-obscured everyone else, we&#8217;ve all got the Internet at this point, and when it all comes down to it, those classic punk bands of yore wrote some of the best songs of all time, even if you&#8217;re personally content with never hearing &#8220;Los Angeles&#8221; or &#8220;Blank Generation&#8221; again. It&#8217;s a hard style to own in this day and age, with a good thirty years of both failed and successful attempts, but Defektors wear it so well, balancing discordant and epic on &#8220;Bottom of the City&#8221; and just totally kicking things into high-gear with &#8220;Shadow of Fear&#8221; and &#8220;Doomsday Girl&#8221;. Lots of great choruses, a killer vocalist with nothing to prove, and a tough attitude make this one impossible to not recommend. Defektors&#8217; peers can do the whole &#8220;look at me, I&#8217;m crazy&#8221; thing all they want, I&#8217;m going to hang with Defektors and try to pretend I&#8217;m as cool as they are.</p>
<p><font size=3><strong>Effi Briest</strong><font size=2> <em>Rhizomes</em> LP (Sacred Bones)<br />
<img src="/images/ebriest.jpg">Effi Briest have been kicking around Brooklyn (and maybe England?) for a few years now, but <i>Rhizomes</i> is my first experience with them. It&#8217;s kind of what I expected: mopey and slow post-punk with a female vocalist capable of either soft or shrieky (and often both). Effi Briest have received comparisons to the Slits, and I can see that in a way, Effi Briest approach their songs with a whole lot more caution and restraint, playing slow enough that mistakes simply don&#8217;t occur. Don&#8217;t come to Effi Briest looking for a boost of energy; this is not the soundtrack to an Ohio to New York overnight drive, nor will it pump you up enough to break your gym&#8217;s deadlift record. The whole vibe reminds me a lot of The xx, although Effi Briest are far more run-of-the-mill and write songs in a much more predictable gothy-post-punk format. The hooks are few and far between, which isn&#8217;t necessarily a problem, it&#8217;s just that most of these songs are over five minutes each (or at least feel that way) with nothing to command my focus. I&#8217;d love to get lost in the gray mist of Effi Briest, they just have to pull me in first.</p>
<p><font size=3><strong>Emeralds</strong><font size=2> <em>Does It Look Like I&#8217;m Here?</em> 2xLP (Editions Mego)<br />
<img src="/images/emeralds.jpg">Emeralds made easy fodder for &#8220;edition of 22 numbered cassettes of the guitarist eating breakfast&#8221; jokes, with a discography to rival the Hellacopters in just a few short years of existence. I enjoyed <i>Allegory of Allergies</i>, but felt the tracks were a bit too long to really appreciate, as they drifted without the direction I look for in my drone music. <i>Does It Look Like I&#8217;m Here</i> is a huge step in the right direction, as it works the same touchstones as Emeralds&#8217; earlier material but with a focused, sharp delivery. I don&#8217;t think any of these cuts break ten minutes, whereas previously, the average Emeralds track demanded a chunk of time I could&#8217;ve spent completing an episode of <i>Seinfeld</i>. Could&#8217;ve sworn they were noisier in the past, too, or at least of lower fidelity, as everything on here is crisp, clear and gorgeous. Quite worthy of the hype! They go from bubbly ambiance and serene meditation to krauty rhythms and masterful epics like &#8220;Genetic&#8221;, clearly influenced by elder synth wizards like Tangerine Dream and J.D. Emmanuel, yet with a gaze aimed upward, toward the future. The answer to the album title is obvious: Emeralds have clearly arrived.</p>
<p><font size=3><strong>Excision &#038; Datsik</strong><font size=2> <em>Boom / Swagga (Remixes)</em> 12&#8243; (Rottun)<br />
<img src="/images/datsik.jpg">Ever wish Michael Bay would retire from film-making&#8230; and start making dubstep techno? Well, allow me to introduce you to the combo of Excision and Datsik. The graphics for the DJ sleeve and center stickers feature some sort of Alien / Predator / Deceptacon hybrid anyway; it&#8217;s clear that these guys are on the right tip. Same goes for the tunes - &#8220;Boom (Skism Remix)&#8221; is utterly massive, robotic and violent, like one of those <i>Transformers</i> fight scenes where you have no idea what&#8217;s happening, except in this case, you can headbang to it. &#8220;Swagga (Downlink Remix)&#8221; keeps the vibe going, with some truly wild bass sounds and a mean voice yelling &#8220;guess I got my swagga back&#8221; every now and then. I understand that this music is only going to please a small slice of the general population, but I often crave gnarly, explosive-bass dubstep, and my action figures and Nintendo games are all boxed up in my parents&#8217; attic&#8230; how can you hold this against me?</p>
<p><font size=3><strong>Innergaze</strong><font size=2> <em>We Are Strange Loops</em> LP (Touch Your Life)<br />
<img src="/images/innergaze.jpg">Aurora Halal and Jason Letkiewicz are Innergaze, two dance freaks bonded over synths and the many waves they can create. I knew of Letkiewicz from his Rhythm-Based Lovers project, so I was expecting some sort of breakin&#8217; electro-boogie from Innergaze, but <i>We Are Strange Loops</i> is funky in a new-wave way; sure, it&#8217;s all analog synths and vintage drum machines, but the mix of warm and icy tones along with disaffected, dual-gendered vocals sets Innergaze up as a modern, dancy homage to 80&#8217;s homespun synth music. Authenticity isn&#8217;t some badge of honor that I think this sort of music needs to be judged by, because who can really <i>prove</i> what is or isn&#8217;t authentic synth-pop anyway, but Innergaze are the closest contemporary link to <i>The Minimal Tapes</i> that I&#8217;ve heard - just check the botched New Order riff and mumbled vocal on &#8220;Reception-Deception&#8221; and tell me otherwise. It&#8217;s a great sound, lightly restricted by its DIY fidelity, but nevertheless vibrant, party-ready, cheerful and melancholy all at the same time, with a BPM that changes smartly throughout the record. Most importantly, Innergaze come across as a group writing songs, not just loops and sounds, which has kept me digging this album deep into the night.</p>
<p><font size=3><strong>La Corde</strong><font size=2> <em>Back in Salem / Urban Burqa</em> 7&#8243; (no label)<br />
<img src="/images/lacorde.jpg">Don&#8217;t let the cartoony cover art fool you into thinking this sounds like the Ergs or something, La Corde let their monochromatic, patina-riddled music set the mood. Simple and understated is a good way to go when it comes to guitar-led post-punk, so even though nothing about La Corde is sweeping me off my feet, I can easily get down with their vibe. &#8220;Back in Salem&#8221; has a punked-up Joy Division style, with a warbly vocal holler just far back enough in the mix, not unlike the way the old Camera Obscura on Troubleman used to do it (sans fuzz or feedback). La Corde mix the old and the recent in their sound, and it works. &#8220;Urban Burqa&#8221; acts similarly, with a spindly little guitar-line that gets theatrical through the chorus, flavored by a touch of Comsat Angels or Killing Joke for good measure. La Corde didn&#8217;t over-think things with their debut two-song single and I appreciate their restraint. </p>
<p><font size=3><strong>La Urss</strong><font size=2> <em>Product</em> LP (Todo Destruido)<br />
<img src="/images/laurss.jpg">I didn&#8217;t make it to Chaos in Tejas, but I read the reports, and La Urss sounded particularly interesting: a young, Spanish punk band bribing Mexican officials to cross the border, along with a singer who clawed at his own chest &#8217;til he bled onstage. <i>Product</i> doesn&#8217;t live up to that level of mayhem, but I&#8217;m enjoying it nonetheless. Pretty classic second-generation punk rock, ala early 80s Alternative Tentacles or the <i>P.E.A.C.E.</i> compilation, blended into a leopard-print smoothie, with a male singer who sounds like a mix of Jello Biafra and Kathleen Hanna. Depending on just how East Bay Ray the guitars get, La Urss can really let their Dead Kennedys flag fly, but a little DK worship never did any harm. Cool hand-screened chipboard sleeve design too, although it comes across a little more solemn then I think these guys really are, since they are sneering and smiling and dressed like Operation Ivy in all the pictures of them I&#8217;ve seen.</p>
<p><font size=3><strong>Ninca Leece</strong><font size=2> <em>Feed Me Rainbows</em> 12&#8243; (Thesongsays)<br />
<img src="/images/nleece.jpg">The first Skittles-inspired techno record? Ninca Leece is a French electronic artist who uses her breathy accent to a very sweet effect on &#8220;Feed Me Rainbows&#8221;. Her voice reminds me a bit of AGF&#8217;s, in its comfortingly soft foreign accent and clunky cadence, whispering over glitchy beats. This track&#8217;s a slow builder, rising from the sun-bleached aether into a quietly-funky house beat, never fully rising up, instead content to just turn over in bed on a perfect morning. I can hear butterflies flapping their wings and Cupid playing a trumpet softly on a cloud, and if I <i>really</i> concentrate, someone singing &#8220;Activia!&#8221; in the distance. Entirely pleasant and soothing, if not quite dancefloor-appropriate. The flip is a remix by Public Lover, who is apparently the duo of Leece and her techno husband, Bruno Pronsato. The remix definitely has a Pronsato vibe, with a rubbery beat and vocals processed through a twisting double-helix of effects and filters, creating a welcome complexity in contrast with the original. On the whole, it&#8217;s a subtle record, but one that glows warmly in the early light.</p>
<p><font size=3><strong>Mount Carmel</strong><font size=2> <em>Mount Carmel</em> LP (Siltbreeze)<br />
<img src="/images/mcarmel.jpg">Even the most knowledgeable Acid Archives historian could be fooled into thinking this Mount Carmel debut is some long-lost gem, as it doesn&#8217;t sound remotely like 2010 - it doesn&#8217;t even sound like a modern band trying to sound like they&#8217;re from the &#8217;60s. No, this is pure 1967-68 blues rock, as tried and true as a pair of Levi&#8217;s shrink-to-fit 501s. Every move Mount Carmel makes follows this aesthetic; I am honestly wondering if I haven&#8217;t already seen their name listed as an opening act on some classic Blue Cheer or Cream gig poster. They&#8217;ve even got an extended drum solo in &#8220;Hear Me Callin&#8221; and a track called &#8220;Studio Jam&#8221; that you can easily figure out. There is certainly nothing even remotely new here, which for Mount Carmel is a blessing. There is something holy and universal about this sort of power-trio rock music, it&#8217;s utterly impossible to dislike, and while the originators are either dead or scooping up all the car commercial money (or both), Mount Carmel are the dudes keeping the flame alive.</p>
<p><font size=3><strong>Nerve City</strong><font size=2> <em>Sleepwalker EP</em> 12&#8243; (Sacred Bones)<br />
<img src="/images/ncsleep.jpg">I really hated that Nerve City single on Hozac, still do, but <i>Sleepwalkers</i> offers some slight redemption. It still sounds like it was recorded from inside a tumbleweed, but this go around, I can actually hear what is happening, and it&#8217;s not half bad. Lonely, twangy, lo-fi blues with vocals sung by a cowboy&#8217;s ghost, warning you of drought and vultures in the next canyon. In a weird way, these songs are kind of pleasant in their scratchiness, as if this is what you heard upon finding out your grandfather wrote some songs while he was in jail. The hooks and vocalist aren&#8217;t so strong that I&#8217;m willing to sit through this more than once in a while, but I no longer mind what I hear from Nerve City.</p>
<p><font size=3><strong>Nuel</strong><font size=2> <em>Aquaplano Ltd 01</em> 12&#8243; (Aquaplano)<br />
<img src="/images/nuel.jpg">Nuel&#8217;s collaborations with Donato Dozzy had me searching for the vinyl  like a man who lost his wedding ring in a hot tub, so why not investigate his solo efforts? I assume this one&#8217;s &#8220;limited&#8221;, as the title implies (and all Aquaplano releases are hard to come by anyway), but thankfully I snagged one. Five untitled cuts on here, ranging from atmospheric dancefloor meditations (the opener is a slow tug towards the cliff of some electronic infinity edge pool) to Basic Channel-inspired minimal techno (the first track on the flip sounds like Maurizio jamming with a heart monitor). I can dig deeply into Echospace and Basic Channel and any sort of dub techno that provides a foreboding sense of danger along with its euphoria, and Nuel is particularly stunning with this specific craft, happy to help the listener step outside his or her mind for a little while.</p>
<p><font size=3><strong>Pearson Sound</strong><font size=2> <em>Down With You / Higher</em> 12&#8243; (Darkestral Galaxicos)<br />
<img src="/images/psdown.jpg">Always nice to hear something new from Pearson Sound, my second favorite of David Kennedy&#8217;s <i>nom de plumes</i> (he&#8217;s also the superstar best known as Ramadanman). First off, I appreciate the use of colored vinyl and an actual record cover, this one sporting a sinister-looking version of Asteroids on the cover, a fleet of indestructible bosses waiting to disintegrate your puny vessel. An interesting contrast to the music, as &#8220;Down With You&#8221; is some of Kennedy&#8217;s mellowest work, still utilizing a frantic tin-can percussion loop, but cushioned by a soothing vocal and eletronic ambiance. Very understated. &#8220;Higher&#8221; has more of a push but is equally esoteric, emphasized by the hushed giggling and hoarse whispering mingling with various bird calls and subtle synths. An unessential yet tight single that melds Kennedy&#8217;s more experimental leanings with a straightforward and chill vibe.</p>
<p><font size=3><strong>ROTFLOL</strong><font size=2> <em>Rolling on the Floor Laughing Out Loud</em> LP (Audio Dregs)<br />
<img src="/images/rotflol.jpg">ROTFLOL is the solo moniker of Jacob Ciocci, the little mustachioed guy from Paper Rad and Extreme Animals, voted &#8220;most likely to wear a tie-dyed t-shirt with old Furbys and Burger King crowns sewn into the fabric&#8221; in his high school yearbook. Either you love his neon regurgitation of kid culture from the past two decades, or you don&#8217;t, but there&#8217;s no denying the sheer will-power and endless stamina Ciocci has for creating his art. Personally, I love the stuff, and <i>Rolling on the Floor Laughing Out Loud</i> is a fine retrospective of his work from the past ten years, featuring songs that were used as Paper Rad video soundtracks, previously unreleased club jams, and dance tracks created on antiquated computer systems. It helps to stare at his overstimulated collage art while listening, but the songs themselves hold up on their own: furious little grooves that borrow freely from 90&#8217;s rave culture, video game soundtracks, direct Justin Timberlake and Salt N&#8217; Pepa rips - it&#8217;s all in there. This package comes with a digital download of the album with extended tracks, as well as a DVD; you only need some lukewarm Hot Pockets and a tall glass of Hi-C Ecto Cooler to complete the sensory experience.</p>
<p><font size=3><strong>Rusko</strong><font size=2> <em>O.M.G.!</em> CD (Mad Decent)<br />
<img src="/images/ruskoomg.jpg">Okay, so there&#8217;s a British dubstep guy named Rusko, and a British dubstep guy named Roska. These dudes never make it easy, do they? They both trade in party music for high-capacity venues, but Rusko seems most poised to cross over to the mainstream, as his club-step (see what I did there?) owes more to modern R&#038;B radio and Diplo&#8217;s signature style than say, Burial or Skream. I&#8217;ve marveled at the YouTube videos of Rusko DJing at Control with a sea of people going nuts, and <i>O.M.G.!</i> is specifically meant for such a situation - party music that checks dancehall riddims, diva vocal hooks, wobbly dubstep bass, Lil&#8217; Jon-esque refrains, Timbaland-inspired beats, and American rap posturing off the list. And like any modern club-pop album, <i>O.M.G.!</i> has some fantastic tracks and a bunch that just drag along (&#8221;Scareware&#8221; in particular seems much longer than its four-and-a-half-minute run time). Fine as it is, I&#8217;ll probably forget this album exists in a couple months, but I will continue to dream about crossing the Atlantic, just to witness Rusko driving hundreds of young men and women to the sweat-drenched brink of euphoria.</p>
<p><font size=3><strong>Sex Church</strong><font size=2> <em>6 Songs by Sex Church</em> LP (Convulsive)<br />
<img src="/images/sexchurch.jpg">I missed Sex Church&#8217;s debut single on Sweet Rot, but the impression I got of the band sounded cool: goth-punk with teeth. If that was the case, they have matured a little on <i>6 Songs</i>, going back to the original goth rockers, the Velvet Underground, for some inspiration. There isn&#8217;t much in the way of unhinged freak-outs on here, rather Sex Church strum their single-string riffs with a sunglasses-at-night coolness, almost as if Spacemen 3 wrote songs with punk rock verse/chorus structures. They follow a couple fuzzed-out rockers with a heroin ballad like &#8220;The Floor&#8221;, allowing them room to grow without sounding unfocused. Hope this band tours soon, their sound allows for a wide variety of hairstyles (mop-tops, long n&#8217; greasy, pretty much anything but dreads) and I want to see what they&#8217;ve chosen. On a side note, is Convulsive on the Sacred Bones tip or what? I understand that these labels are good buds, but we&#8217;ve got &#8220;Convulsive Records Presents&#8221; on the front of a silk-screened white jacket with the label logo on the back of a moody and gothy post-punk record&#8230; there are far worse labels to imitate, no doubt.</p>
<p><font size=3><strong>Sis</strong><font size=2> <em>Sceam / Break Down</em> 12&#8243; (Cocoon)<br />
<img src="/images/sissceam.jpg">I always have to go searching for new Sis records, he just doesn&#8217;t get a whole lot of internet promotion (at least in my daily web travels), but my effort has always been worth it. Besides being a proof-reader&#8217;s nightmare, &#8220;Sceam&#8221; is Sis just as I want him to be: bouncy, fun, slightly druggy, and based around a memorable vocal loop. The main vocal on this one sounds like some sort of melodic asthma attack, which is soon aided by various other singers and moaners, building wonderfully towards a Cocoon-worthy level of revelry. &#8220;Break Down&#8221; is less ecstatic and moodier, one of Sis&#8217;s house cool-downs, although the repetitive vocal loop (guess which two words are said) is nearly as catchy as the a-side. I really get a lot of mileage out of Sis&#8217;s continually expanding discography, one that seems undisturbed by modern trends and completely comfortable with just pounding out infectious tech-house and sticking a tiny colored umbrella on top. I&#8217;m still playing his records from the past few years on a regular basis so something must be working.</p>
<p><font size=3><strong>Alex O. Smith</strong><font size=2> <em>Ultra Fine One</em> 12&#8243; (FXHE)<br />
<img src="/images/aosultra.jpg">My main gripe with No Fun Acid was that it came across without any flair, chutzpah or attitude, sounding like someone just turned on a 303, set the dial to preset sequence #07 and let it rip. <i>Ultra Fine One</i> is a perfect example of how to make modern acid music the right way, and a fine addition to my ever-expanding FXHE collection. Sticking with the Alex O. Smith name, Mr. S is on fire with both &#8220;Ultra Fine One&#8221; and &#8220;Ultra Fine Two&#8221;, swapping out hi-hat ticks, pumping or deflating the bass, echoing some claps and just expertly kneading the ripply acid line like clay on a potter&#8217;s wheel. Some guys just have techno in their blood. The last cut is named &#8220;Mid 90&#8217;s&#8221;, making it clear that Omar S and myself have had two very different experiences of that decade; it&#8217;s another fine acid workout with a meaty thump. The vinyl plays from the inside out and doesn&#8217;t even come with a DJ sleeve, although there&#8217;s really no reason <i>Ultra Fine One</i> should be sitting on anyone&#8217;s shelf for too long.</p>
<p><font size=3><strong>Kurt Vile</strong><font size=2> <em>Square Shells EP</em> 12&#8243; (Matador)<br />
<img src="/images/kvsquare.jpg">Not one to rest on his laurels, even as he is deep within the trenches of early fatherhood, Kurt Vile is back with another brief collection of new-and-old music. When held up against <i>Childish Prodigy</i>, or <i>God Is Saying This To You</i>, <i>Square Shells</i> has been the most immediately satisfying of the three, probably because it takes all of ten seconds until the hook of opener &#8220;Ocean City&#8221; is indelibly etched into one&#8217;s brain. This one&#8217;s new to me and a satisfyingly silly little tune, Kurt strumming his acoustic rather than picking, the type of song that can be performed competently through any level of sobriety. One of my favorite early demo cuts finally gets the proper treatment here too, &#8220;I Know I Got Religion&#8221;, boasting some of his finest lyrics to date (&#8221;I stopped using picks, just another thing between me and my guitar&#8221;, among other gems) and a pitch-perfect melody. Vile also offers a chill-wave version of an interlude that already made it on a different release, titled here as &#8220;Losing Momentum (for Jim Jarmusch)&#8221;; I think the other version is off <i>Constant Hitmaker</i>, I certainly recognize that brooding little guitar lick no matter what the speed. I love little replays like that; I&#8217;ll never tire of Kurt Vile&#8217;s various self-references throughout every release. Maybe it&#8217;s the brevity of <i>Square Shells</i> that promotes such a high level of enjoyment, but regardless, this stop-gap EP has more than enough essential Vile to be considered a worthy addition to the family.</p>
<p><font size=3><strong>Wolfgang Voigt</strong><font size=2> <em>Freiland Klaviermusik</em> CD (Profan)<br />
<img src="/images/wvoigt.jpg">I&#8217;ve always considered Wolfgang Voigt to be a charming figure, never caught in public without wearing a tailored suit, and as quick to offer houseguests a thoughtfully arranged amuse-bouche as he is to create entire new genres of electronic music (both pop-ambient and minimal techno are covered in his fingerprints). I missed the <i>Freiland Klaviermusik</i> 12&#8243; from a couple years ago, so this new one completely took me by surprise - this is Voigt at his most diabolical, unhinged and antagonistic, a far cry from anything ambient or pop. The entire album is based around the piano or harpsichord (most likely synthesized, but who knows for sure), sometimes backed with a repetitive bass pulse, sometimes performed solely on the right side of the keyboard without any rhythmic sense of motion. This might sound bland, except for the fact that Voigt plays the piano in such a maddeningly off-key way, like multiple small children banging on the keys, or some particularly sloppy Conlon Nancarrow piece, as if Voigt&#8217;s aim is to peel away the listener&#8217;s sanity. And he succeeds! <i>Freiland Klaviermusik</i> is utterly frightening at times, grating at others, and occasionally menacing&#8230; but mostly grating. Save for &#8220;Geduld&#8221;, this is not even remotely dance music, this is what plays in your head when you&#8217;re trying to fall asleep in a bedroom with a confirmed bedbug infestation, just waiting for those little guys to crawl out of the cracks and dig in as soon as you lose consciousness. Voigt has completely flipped the script with this hilarious <i>fick dich</i> of a record, so exasperating that I simply can&#8217;t stop playing it.</p>
<p><font size=3><strong>The Wankys / Lotus Fucker</strong><font size=2> <em>split</em> 7&#8243; (Katorga Works / SPHC)<br />
<img src="/images/wankyslf.jpg">If Yellow Green Red had a buzz bin, I&#8217;d gladly throw this astringent split single in there. The Wankys and Lotus Fucker toured the US together in June, commemorated by a poster that comes with the record (forever immortalized as the &#8220;Noisy Summer US Tour&#8221;). In case you missed them in your town, or the cider spills they left behind have fully dried, The Wankys offer three tracks of noise-punk in the proud tradition of Disorder and Confuse, if maybe a little sillier than those originators - for example, their side starts with a song called &#8220;Princess Wanky&#8221;, based on a riff that sounds a whole lot like Kiss&#8217;s &#8220;Deuce&#8221;. Nice and snotty, these songs stayed with me longer than their material on the Exit Hippies split, perhaps due to the more manageable portion size. I&#8217;ve been eager to hear Lotus Fucker, despite hearing that they are Anime freaks (I&#8217;ve yet to find a satisfying Anime/hardcore mix), and with these two tracks they make The Wankys sound like The Riverdales by comparison. Lotus Fucker kick it off with a massive grind blast, followed by various breakdowns, d-beats and passages of feedback, completely crazed yet never verging screamo. I still haven&#8217;t figured out where the first song ends and the second begins, but who cares? Time to track down their LP.</p>
<p><font size=3><strong>Wild Thing</strong><font size=2> <em>Age Difference</em> 7&#8243; (Daggerman)<br />
<img src="/images/wildthing.jpg">I&#8217;m fond of bands with names that are so obvious, they should&#8217;ve been used dozens of times before, but somehow haven&#8217;t been. I know this band is hated/beloved for being provocative and &#8220;telling it like it is&#8221;, and I can get behind a punk rock loudmouth, but I&#8217;m not sure Wild Thing has the songs to really back it up just yet. Opener &#8220;(Now I Wanna Die In A) Nuclear War&#8221; is as generic as the title, but it&#8217;s a good generic, fast and simple and hectic, with a nice little overdubbed bored-guy vocal on the chorus. The other two tracks lose me a little&#8230; &#8220;Age Difference&#8221; ain&#8217;t bad; it reminds me of Nodzzz, or some other young garage band that carries a separate stash of lunch money specifically for the bullies. &#8220;I&#8217;m Smoking (Leave Me Alone)&#8221; has a cool, Loli and the Chones-worthy premise, but the song never quite picks up momentum. It&#8217;s their second single, so these guys could still grow into something better, but they haven&#8217;t yet earned the Dwarves-esque level of misogyny that their artwork so desperately portrays.</p>
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		<description><![CDATA[Dig deep within Washington, DC&#8217;s rich lineage of hardcore punk, past the Dischord-centric
straight edge imagery and iconic photos, and you&#8217;ll find No Trend, undoubtedly one of
the most innovative, antagonistic and nihilistic bands of their time. Hardcore punk was a
reaction against society, and No Trend operated as a reaction to that reaction, alienating
norms and punks alike [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Dig deep within Washington, DC&#8217;s rich lineage of hardcore punk, past the Dischord-centric<br />
straight edge imagery and iconic photos, and you&#8217;ll find No Trend, undoubtedly one of<br />
the most innovative, antagonistic and nihilistic bands of their time. Hardcore punk was a<br />
reaction against society, and No Trend operated as a reaction to that reaction, alienating<br />
norms and punks alike with an unhinged musical approach. No Trend prototyped noise-rock<br />
when Reagan was still in office (predating today&#8217;s resurgence by nearly two decades),<br />
crafted despicable new ways to bring discomfort to their audiences, and did it all without<br />
looking back or mugging for scene approval. &#8220;Mass Sterilization&#8221; is one of the greatest and<br />
most maniacal punk rock anthems ever written.<br />
I was lucky enough to ask Jack Anderson and Buck Parr a few No Trend-related questions.<br />
Anderson played bass for No Trend in 1983 and 1984, immortalized on both the <i>Teen Love</i> 12&#8243;<br />
and <i>Too Many Humans</i> album. Parr played guitar for a couple years shortly thereafter. Parr<br />
is quick to point out that his account of No Trend comes not only as a member, but as a fan,<br />
and that his interpretation of the facts may vary from someone else. Over a dozen members<br />
have made it through No Trend&#8217;s ranks, and as the core members of Jeff Mentges and Bob<br />
Strasser have no interest in discussing No Trend, and Frank Price is deceased, this is as close<br />
as I can get to understanding what No Trend were all about.</p>
<p><b>Do you remember when you first heard or found out about No Trend?</b><br />
<i>Jack</i>: I saw them at a show. They were pretty bad, musically. The original drummer couldn&#8217;t<br />
even keep a beat. but I liked the attitude.<br />
<i>Buck</i>: I met Jeff Mentges (singer) and Bob Strasser (bass) in high school. I had gone to public<br />
schools through middle school, but was taken out due to their inadequacy and put into an<br />
all boys catholic school. I met them both the first week I was there - the two of them were<br />
friends from primary school. They were both into music and were interesting in other ways as well.<br />
Jeff was only there for about a month before he was thrown out; he had written and self-published<br />
a pretty scurrilous comic book that slandered an easy-target classmate, a guy named<br />
Buzz Mooney. He made maybe 50 copies of this thing and circulated it through the school. It was<br />
hilarious, but not very nice, and when they tossed him out, you couldn&#8217;t really blame them.<br />
I stayed friends with Bob. I had been playing guitar since I was 13 and and liked English punk<br />
rock bands. This was around 1980-81, in suburban Maryland. I thought I was pretty smart<br />
because I knew who The Adverts were, but Bob and Jeff had already discovered and latched onto<br />
hardcore, which I had no idea even existed. They were going to shows. The bands were<br />
made up of kids - it was unbelievable that this was going on in my own front yard. Bob told<br />
me that he was in a band with Jeff and I found it incredible, because he had no idea how to play<br />
at all. Another kid I knew was in the band also - he couldn&#8217;t play either. I could actually play,<br />
but still had the mindset that you had to be actually decent to play in public, so hardcore was a<br />
pretty startling revelation. I started buying Dischord 45s at Yesterday and Today Records for a<br />
buck a piece and going to shows. It was new and very exciting.<br />
Somewhere along the line, Bob and Jeff started playing with Frank Price (guitar), who they met<br />
through Frank&#8217;s mother - I think both she and Jeff worked at McDonald&#8217;s, but I could be<br />
wrong. They formed a generic hardcore band, but started a parallel &#8216;art&#8217; band called No Trend.<br />
They wrote one song - &#8220;Teen Love&#8221;. It was supposed to be a one-off, but within a week or two<br />
they had ditched hardcore altogether and became No Trend exclusively. They wrote a<br />
ton of songs real quick and put out a hilarious book containing dance steps.<br />
Pretty sure they played their first show at a Sherwood High School battle of the bands. All the<br />
other bands were playing Styx / Journey / .38 Special covers. Then they played a University of<br />
Maryland &#8216;beach party&#8217; and did an hour long muzak song with tape loops. After that, they<br />
started playing around DC. I finally saw them someplace and was bought and sold on the<br />
spot. I had thought it was all going to be a joke, but it most certainly was not. They recorded a<br />
demo at Inner Ear a few months after forming - I had a Radio Shack cassette dub of it (still do!),<br />
and could not believe how different it was from everything else that was around at the time.</p>
<p><b>When did you join the band, and what were the circumstances surrounding that?</b><br />
<i>Jack</i>: I joined in August of &#8216;83. The original core members, vocalist Jeff Mentges and guitarist<br />
Frank Price wanted to get rid of the drummer. Bob Strasser, the original bassist was<br />
leaving for college. So Jeff asked around the scene for new bass and drums and ended up<br />
calling me. I had recently left my old band and was looking for a new one. I had a good friend,<br />
Greg Miller, who was an amazing drummer and was also looking for a band. We joined together.<br />
<i>Buck</i>: They had already blown up the band a couple times over. Bob left for college; the<br />
drummer on the 7&#8243; / demo tape, Michael Salkind, was inadequate. Jeff and Frank found a couple<br />
of Virginians - Jack Anderson (bass) and Greg Miller (drums) for a rhythm section, and they<br />
made two amazing records with this line up (the <i>Too Many Humans</i> LP and <i>Teen Love</i><br />
12&#8243;). After that, Frank Price was somehow nudged out or quit and the Virginians left for reasons<br />
I&#8217;ve never really understood. Jeff got a hot-shot metal-esque guitarist, a drummer worse<br />
than Salkind, a French sax player, a gypsy keyboard player, and Lydia Lunch. Bob, by this time a<br />
superior musician, came back from school and rejoined the band. They made the <i>Dozen</i> LP super quick.<br />
That band did not hold long enough to tour, so Jeff brought back one of the Virginians, Greg Miller<br />
(drums) and Bob brought me in. I was a fan, knew the songs, and had made a couple of surprisingly<br />
cool jam tapes with Bob and outgoing drummer Ken Rudd - Jeff heard these and liked them&#8230; I was in.<br />
This band was assembled - quite literally - the night before we had a show. We rehearsed in a<br />
large appliance store (washing machines, dryers) and only had maybe 20 minutes of material when<br />
we played the next day. Lydia was on the bill but did not show up. The club was dissatisfied,<br />
despite our really great gas station attendant uniforms, and made us go on for a second set. We<br />
had no material and jammed for the next forty minutes while Jeff ranted and somehow it came<br />
off ok. Sax player Brian Nelson jumped up on stage, played with us, and was instantly in the<br />
band - he was super talented and got bonus points for being Jeff Nelson&#8217;s brother. This line-up<br />
held for a good year and a half: we wrote, demo&#8217;d, and toured what became <i>Tritonian</i>, but by<br />
the time it was recorded, both Greg Miller and I had left for separate reasons. They got infinitely<br />
superior musicians to replace us.</p>
<p><b>Jack, were you involved in the writing of &#8220;Mass Sterilization&#8221;? That song sounds completely<br />
deranged even today; how did you feel about it?</b><br />
<i>Jack</i>: No, that song existed when I joined the band. It&#8217;s always sounded deranged.</p>
<p><b>Do you feel like, either sound-wise and/or aesthetically, No Trend was ahead of its time?</b><br />
<i>Jack</i>: Not entirely, maybe some. We borrowed from other sources at the time. We weren&#8217;t the<br />
only ones with that sound and attitude.</p>
<p><b>How did No Trend&#8217;s connection with Lydia Lunch first come about?</b><br />
<i>Buck</i>: I think Jeff simply wrote her, and asked her if she&#8217;d sing on the <i>Dozen</i> LP. That record<br />
was a change of sound, it had all to do with he/she stuff and heartbreak, and a woman&#8217;s<br />
voice would go well on it. Why not ask Lydia Lunch to sing? She had heard <i>Too Many Humans</i> and<br />
liked it; she had said that if she were 19 years old and a boy, she would be in No Trend.<br />
She was very gracious. She not only sung on the record, but played several shows with the band,<br />
and then took it on herself to release a pretty good / representative No Trend compilation LP on her label.</p>
<p><b>Was the DC scene at the time as unaccepting of No Trend as most accounts have made it out to be?</b><br />
<i>Buck</i>: yes, very much so, the band had no friends at all in town. By the time I was in the band,<br />
we could not get gigs in DC. In the year and a half I was with them, my debut show was the only<br />
time I played in DC. We were pretty well received in most other cities, but that meant you had<br />
to drive to Cleveland to play.<br />
In fairness, however, the band really did themselves no favors. When they came out, they were<br />
unapologetic in playing music that went distinctly against the grain of what passed for punk rock<br />
at that time in DC. Also, they would razz and bait audiences present a generally unpleasant vibe;<br />
they&#8217;d take pokes at punks while operating within the punk rock scene. Unfortunately, this<br />
got translated into the notion that No Trend was against Dischord in some way - Dischord really<br />
sorta owned the town in those days, and if you were throwing verbal mud at the punk rock scene<br />
in general, it was not difficult to make the connection and say that No Trend was anti-Dischord.<br />
It&#8217;s completely understandable, but simply not true. No Trend has always had nothing but<br />
respect for the Dischord label, its bands, and Ian Mackaye. We were all fans. But in any case,<br />
yes, the band was fairly despised in its hometown.<br />
<i>Jack</i>: It&#8217;s hard to generalize about an entire scene. If there was a lack of acceptance it<br />
probably had to do with a variety of things. As I mentioned, the band just didn&#8217;t sound that great<br />
with the first line-up. Then there was the purposeful effort to confound and confuse the<br />
audience, which mostly succeeded. Finally we were just a bunch of angry kids - No Trend,<br />
other bands and the scene. Jeff liked to provoke stuff, and some people didn&#8217;t like that and<br />
thought it was too &#8220;negative&#8221;. Others thought it was great. You either loved or hated No<br />
Trend. There wasn&#8217;t much middle ground. How many in the scene hated the band - who knows?</p>
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<p><b>Was there anyone in particular, either a record label or a promoter or music critic<br />
or whatever, that was an ardent No Trend supporter back in the day? Anyone that<br />
sticks out as &#8220;getting it&#8221;, while so many others weren&#8217;t?</b><br />
<i>Buck</i>: More than anyone - Steve Blush. He was a promoter in DC - he ran Dogbite Productions.<br />
He had put on some really good shows.  I think he brought the Dead Kennedys to DC for the<br />
first time; he put on a really noteworthy show that had Minor Threat opening for PiL in 1982;<br />
there were many others as well - some really well regarded, important shows.<br />
He saw No Trend, liked them, and took them under his wing to the extent of becoming their<br />
manager. He got them on hardcore bills around town, and when the negative reaction to the<br />
band began to grow, he went the other route and created bills around No Trend, using the band<br />
as a lynch pin, and booking other bands to fill out bills. He arranged the tours, got distribution<br />
for the records, and bought the ambulance the band used as a tour van (a terrific thing - it<br />
still had flood lights and remained painted red and white - it was not disguised from being an<br />
ambulance in any way at all. It even had the words &#8216;No Trend&#8217; printed backward on its hood).<br />
Blush was hugely instrumental. He was with the band for a long time - through the early days,<br />
through the shake-up before the <i>Dozen</i> lp was released, and through most of the<br />
time I was in the band.<br />
He was eventually fired because we thought he was being less than forthcoming with respect<br />
to issues pertaining to money. We could never substantiate anything, but there was a real<br />
sense that he stealing from us. We would roll into a town, and he would disappear for hours<br />
and all the money would be gone. Our take from the doors always seemed far less than it<br />
should&#8217;ve been.<br />
I remember being on tour, hanging around some record shop, and stumbling on some weird<br />
French pressing of the <i>Too Many Humans</i> LP that no one in the band had previously known<br />
about or authorized. It was on the &#8216;Invitation to Suicide&#8217; label, it had different artwork, and<br />
some little booklet about existentialism tucked into it. Blush claimed ignorance to the whole<br />
thing, and said it must be a bootleg - but we suspected he had a hand in the French release,<br />
and was siphoning its proceeds entirely into his own pocket.<br />
Once, when we were in Minneapolis, the guy who put out the fanzine called &#8216;Your Flesh&#8217; let us<br />
crash at his place. He woke us up the next morning hollering that he had been ripped off to the<br />
tune of $200 bucks or something. We all had the sense that Blush had taken the money - our<br />
suspicions were not abetted when Blush paid a portion of the amount stolen to this guy as a<br />
peace offering.<br />
Again - we could never substantiate anything factually, and Blush could well have been<br />
completely innocent, but there was enough of a sense of distrust to get rid of him. Members<br />
of the band visited him at his place in Hoboken, found his black book, and took turns in the<br />
bathroom copying out his contacts. Then they fired him.<br />
But - his contribution was to the band was huge. He later went on to found Seconds Magazine<br />
and write the &#8216;American Hardcore&#8217; book - I think he had a hand in the movie they made from<br />
that book as well. He&#8217;s still associated with showbiz in some capacity, from what I can gather.<br />
There were many boosters as well - Al Flipside was a proponent, as was Jack Rabid, and bands<br />
like the Dead Kennedys and T.S.O.L. were helpful and kind.</p>
<p><b>Did you see &#8216;American Hardcore&#8217;? What&#8217;d you think of it?</b><br />
<i>Buck</i>: I saw it. I thought it was surprisingly dull. I have not had a look at the book, but have<br />
been meaning to.</p>
<p><b>Was there ever a time you asked yourself, &#8220;what am I doing in this band?&#8221;</b><br />
<i>Jack</i>: Yes!  Just about everyday on tour. Jeff wasn&#8217;t always the most pleasant person to be<br />
around all the time. But, he&#8217;s grown up a lot - as we&#8217;ve all. I have no regrets. We had a blast.<br />
<i>Buck</i>: More than once. There were people in the band who were fundamentally disagreeable.<br />
Jeff was a consummate button pusher. Greg Miller (&#8217;the vanimal&#8217;), was pretty dim, more than<br />
a bit of a redneck, and physically confrontational. The manager was slimy, played people<br />
against each other, and probably embezzled a good deal of what we made touring to sustain<br />
his own vices. But, beyond individual personality flaws, there was a generally misanthropic air<br />
surrounding the band - everybody put down everything and everyone else, so collectively it<br />
fostered a negative synergy. As a result, they were often not the most fun group of people<br />
to be around. I will have to admit that I adopted their perspective, and am as culpable as<br />
the rest of them were.</p>
<p><b>That kind of seems like the perfect environment to foster the music of No Trend,<br />
though. Do you think it would have sounded the same if everyone really got along?</b><br />
<i>Buck</i>: It&#8217;s not really fair to say that people in the band didn&#8217;t get along, we did and still do.<br />
We all knew what we were involved in - we understood what we were doing and shared a<br />
common, albeit blighted, worldview. Pretty much everyone who drifted in or out of the band was<br />
miserable or unpleasant in his own way, and the band was a catchall for these people to fall<br />
into. You&#8217;d get into fights with people in the band because they were all incredibly annoying,<br />
but at the bottom of it was some kind of empathy, common cause.</p>
<p><b>No Trend had somewhat of a rep for antagonizing the crowd, would you share<br />
any fond (or purposely repressed) memories of any particularly successful disturbances?</b><br />
<i>Buck</i>: Largely, the music and the general aesthetic did most of the work, and the stunts were<br />
secondary.  You have to remember - this was the early 80&#8217;s. When hardcore appeared, it was<br />
a deservedly reactionary scene. The people who were into it were few in number; punk rock<br />
was not nearly as ubiquitous and accepted as it is now; people, including myself, wore<br />
feathered hair. The hardcore scene was truly a world apart, and as such became insular pretty<br />
quickly. There were all sorts of stated and unstated rules regarding what was cool to listen<br />
to and what was cool to wear&#8230; it was all very hermetic. People purged their record<br />
collections, dressed a certain way - to be into truly into hardcore, one had to undergo<br />
something akin to a religious conversion.  Otherwise you were a weekend warrior or a poseur.<br />
So, simply by appearing on a hardcore bill and playing what they played was almost enough.<br />
If you listen to some of the band&#8217;s music now, you might think - yes, this sounds like punk rock,<br />
it&#8217;s actually not a stretch to consider some of it hardcore. But, back then, the rule was HARD /<br />
FAST RULES. There was not a huge variance in style from one band to another, and that&#8217;s the<br />
way people liked it. So, to have No Trend appear in the middle of a hardcore set sorta set<br />
people&#8217;s teeth on edge. They&#8217;d play long and slow, they&#8217;d play muzak songs and it bothered the<br />
dyed-in-the-wool hardcore kids.<br />
Also, the band did not dress punk, but wore really awful thrift store clothes - they&#8217;d wear yarn<br />
tea cozies as hats. They sounded, looked, and acted apart from the hardcore scene - but played<br />
hardcore shows. Because there was clearly an accepted, dogmatic notion back then of what<br />
punk was and was not, the music came across as a calculated sabotage of the audience&#8217;s<br />
night out. But Jeff would verbally bait and insult the audience as well, more or less routinely.<br />
There tons of great stunts, but I&#8217;m having trouble remembering them. Some&#8230;<br />
- We played the Danceteria in NY a few times. Lydia usually played with us when we were<br />
there. One time, Jeff was determined to get some random member of the audience thrown out<br />
of the club - for no particular reason. We played our opening number, and throughout it he and<br />
Lydia would wildly point to some unfortunate in the audience and complain about his<br />
behavior instead of singing. We started the second song, and half way through Jeff stopped<br />
the band altogether. He announced that the band would refuse to play until until security came<br />
along and escorted this innocent out. Of course, this person was bounced out, but he did<br />
not miss much. We played a terrible show.<br />
- In the early days, they almost always played backlit by a strobe light. Looking into a strobe<br />
light for an entire set is more than a little difficult to bear.<br />
- They&#8217;d put these huge klieg lights on the stage, facing the audience, making mass<br />
blinding a potential outcome.<br />
- Whenever we played &#8220;Mindless Little Insects&#8221;, Jeff would go out into the crowd and hold a mirror<br />
up to people&#8217;s faces. It was a very simple gesture, but was shockingly effective. It really put<br />
people on the defensive, made them cower, back away, etc. It really created a very<br />
uncomfortable atmosphere.<br />
- They would sometimes play only one song - usually a droning muzak number - for the entirety<br />
of a 45 minute set.<br />
- Once they played the Marble Bar in Baltimore. Lydia came down for that show. They played<br />
behind an opaque plastic dropcloth, so you could barely see them. Jeff was opening cans of<br />
paint and throwing their contents onto this drop cloth. There was A LOT OF PAINT being<br />
thrown around. Eventually the dropcloth got pulled down and fell off the stage, getting paint<br />
on some of the audience. Jeff and Lydia were slipping in the paint on stage and falling all over<br />
the place. Eventually they both slid off the stage, embracing, and rolled around on the floor<br />
together entwined and wriggling, completely covered in paint. It was thoroughly disgusting.<br />
The club was furious; there was real damage.<br />
- On my last show with them, we took a good portion / most of the remaining stock of what<br />
I think are their two best records - the <i>Too Many Humans</i> LP and the <i>Teen Love</i> 12&#8243;, and<br />
threw them, frisbee style, at the audience. They in turn, threw them back at us, and in short<br />
order records were zipping around the hall en masse at great speeds - it&#8217;s amazing that no one<br />
got hurt very badly. One guy jumped up on stage and began taking repeated bites out of<br />
the vinyl, chewing it, even.<br />
- There would always be some jerk in the audience that would holler out the &#8216;ironic&#8217; request:<br />
&#8220;PLAY FREEBIRD&#8221;, so we would, on the spot, in it&#8217;s entirety.<br />
- In the early days, they toyed with the idea of bringing out a high powered fan on stage.<br />
They intended to feed poison ivy through it, but reconsidered when they realized that they&#8217;d<br />
be even more likely to get a rash than the audience would. They then decided that they would<br />
feed raw chicken livers into the fan, but I do not believe they ever carried this out.<br />
<i>Jack</i>: Once, when playing with T.S.O.L., Jeff went out of his way to invite the Dischord crowd<br />
and the Bad Brains, among others. He had acquired these super-bright lights that I think they used<br />
on airport runways. He put them on the edge of the stage, in between the band and the<br />
crowd, making it nearly impossible to even look at the band – even if you could have seen us<br />
through the lights. Another time some guy tried to attack the strobe light we had and Jeff and<br />
I had to kick him off stage. But, really, plenty of bands have done crazy stuff before. We<br />
weren&#8217;t the first.</p>
<p><b>How often did the band get beaten up or threatened because of these antics?<br />
Was violence a common occurrence?  I can&#8217;t imagine hardcore punk bands being able<br />
to get away with this sort of behavior nowadays, let alone in the 80s.</b><br />
<i>Buck</i>: There was never any violence or even the threat of it, at least when I was involved. I<br />
think the reaction came more in the form of shunning than fists. </p>
<p><b>Did you ever make any money? Was there a ever a point where you thought,<br />
&#8220;wow, we&#8217;re getting pretty popular?&#8221;</b><br />
<i>Buck</i>: There was never any money, at all, ever. My crowning achievement, financially,<br />
was getting a royalty check for seventy dollars that came from the sales generated by Lydia&#8217;s<br />
comp. When we went on tour, we only made enough money to make it to the next show. I<br />
cannot remember a single venue that actually paid us our guarantee. We each had an allowance<br />
of something like four dollars day. We ate at 7-11 and slept on people&#8217;s basement floors.<br />
As far as popularity goes, by the time I was in the band, it definitely had a name - people knew<br />
who we were. We headlined far more often than not and the shows were, for the most part,<br />
pretty well attended. The Flaming Lips opened for us in Oklahoma and Soundgarden opened for<br />
us in Seattle&#8230; our songs were on the radio, we were interviewed often&#8230;</p>
<p><b>A reunion show - could this hypothetically ever happen? Would you even want it to?</b><br />
<i>Buck</i>: There would be no interest in such a thing. I can&#8217;t even get the band&#8217;s two best records<br />
reissued. And where would this show be - in DC? I don&#8217;t think many people would turn up to<br />
see something they actively disliked 20+ years ago.</p>
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		<description><![CDATA[Actress Splazsh 2xLP (Honest Jon&#8217;s)
After much delightful confusion, I think I&#8217;ve finally gotten a loose handle on Actress and his enigmatic style. It&#8217;s kind of hard not to, when there&#8217;s a full fourteen tracks to dig into, spread across Splazsh&#8217;s four sides of vinyl. These cuts are still all over the place, but now I [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><font size=3><strong>Actress</strong><font size=2> <em>Splazsh</em> 2xLP (Honest Jon&#8217;s)<br />
<img src="/images/asplazsh.jpg">After much delightful confusion, I think I&#8217;ve finally gotten a loose handle on Actress and his enigmatic style. It&#8217;s kind of hard not to, when there&#8217;s a full fourteen tracks to dig into, spread across <i>Splazsh</i>&#8217;s four sides of vinyl. These cuts are still all over the place, but now I understand that it&#8217;s to be expected with any Actress release (I picked up his first single, <i>No Tricks</i>, and there&#8217;s even some deconstructed rapping on that one). Amongst the various mechanical tricks and experiments, you get a budget horror take on the early sound of Detroit techno with &#8220;Bubble Butts and Equations&#8221;, which leads into a much smoother and Martyn-friendly track like &#8220;Always Human&#8221;. This sort of stylistic jump is rampant within <i>Splazsh</i>, and somewhat jarring at times, but once you figure out that the constant swerve is the nature of this beast, there are a nice handful of high spots to be enjoyed. I&#8217;m always down to hear &#8220;Maze&#8221; (that weird cold-wave cut, also on the <i>Paint, Straw and Bubbles</i> EP), and &#8220;Purrple Splazsh&#8221; grooves like the soundtrack to a Jack LaLanne exercise VHS tape your sister rented from the library in 1988. If this all sounds too perplexing and unfocused, it is, and it might not be for you. As for me, I have succumbed to the insanity that is Actress.</p>
<p><font size=3><strong>Birds of Maya</strong><font size=2> <em>Regulation</em> 7&#8243; (Richie)<br />
<img src="/images/bomregulation.jpg">Not ones to usually hit the road, Birds of Maya stormed the Midwest in May, and if you checked their merch table, this limited and unassuming little single was probably laying right next to <i>Ready to Howl</i>. &#8220;Regulation&#8221; is a heavy blues jam in the classic Birds of Maya style, but it&#8217;s special in that local man-about-town Harmonica Dan sits in on their session (I&#8217;ll give you one guess what he plays). Dan doesn&#8217;t mess around, he just takes off his backpack, cracks open a tallboy and blows harder than an office fan, psychically connected to Birds of Maya and the bluesy groove they stand for. It&#8217;s pretty smoking and serves as an excellent petition to recruit him as a full-time member. The untitled b-side is sweet (a nice pairing to the savory a-side), starting off with some psychedelic swirl and guitar noodling, almost veering into art-drone territory (not that it&#8217;s a bad thing), but just as I&#8217;m ready to put on my Keiji Haino wig and smoke a clove, it kicks right back into a standard Birds of Maya stoner riff with Harmonica Dan riding the rails once more. Not sure how easy this 7&#8243; will be to find, if it was tour-only or what, but please, make it your mission.</p>
<p><font size=3><strong>The Black Clouds</strong><font size=2> <em>The Black Clouds</em> 7&#8243; (Ride the Snake)<br />
<img src="/images/bclouds.jpg">Here&#8217;s some bummed-on-life garage for anyone who appreciates Frank Kozik artwork and hates their day job. The Black Clouds operate within a pretty standard, blues-based garage template, owing far more to <i>Electric Mud</i> than say, <i>Rocket to Russia</i>, and I like this template, as it leaves things pretty wide open for any group of miscreants to really give you a solid dose of their collective personality. The Black Clouds use this opportunity to reflect glumly on previous events, most evident on both &#8220;Trouble&#8217;s Visit&#8221; and &#8220;Pathetic&#8221;. Their sound strongly calls to mind the Unnatural Helpers, specifically in vocal delivery, simplicity of song and the gusto that only dudes in their thirties can provide. If the music blew me away, or the singer was some larger-than-life rock n&#8217; roll character, I&#8217;d probably tell a friend, but I&#8217;m pretty sure any decent-sized town has one of these bands to show for it; there&#8217;d be no one to open the yearly Easy Action gig otherwise.</p>
<p><font size=3><strong>Black Feelings / Grand Trine</strong><font size=2> <em>split</em> 7&#8243; (Blue Skies Turn Black)<br />
<img src="/images/bfgt.jpg">Blue Skies Turn Black is a force within Montreal&#8217;s underground music scene; not just a record label, it&#8217;s also responsible for a large portion of the city&#8217;s left-of-center live music programming. According to the insert, this split single was released to celebrate the label&#8217;s ten year anniversary, a fine excuse for a party if there ever was one. Black Feelings offer a speedy and modern post-punk tune with a Blank Dogs vibe, thanks in part to the drum machine and watery recording quality, although the vocalist actually seems engaged in singing and it comes across like the work of a full band, not a solo project. Grand Trine opt for a psychedelic hard rock vibe, phasers set to stun, blasting somewhere between Vee Dee and Dead Moon. There must be a noise guy in the band too, because the track completely breaks down into a mushroom cloud of static before regenerating itself and then ending. I&#8217;d imagine both of these bands have some sort of personal ties to the label, and with the variety of vegetarian sandwiches available at Casa Del Popolo, I don&#8217;t see how Montreal&#8217;s blue skies will ever really turn black. Partially cloudy at worst.</p>
<p><font size=3><strong>Butcher Cover</strong><font size=2> <em>Human Scrap</em> 7&#8243; (Lemon Session)<br />
<img src="/images/butcherc.jpg">Lemon Session is a new label that kicked things off with the always-risky &#8220;singles club&#8221;, and I&#8217;m gonna talk about the first four of them this month, starting with Butcher Cover. I&#8217;ve got mixed feelings on this one - musically, it&#8217;s completely blown-out noise-punk, GarageBand recording pushed to its most brutal limit, almost to the point where the songs shift from trashy, Mentally Ill-inspired punk to some sort of Gerogerigegege noise melange. Plus, there&#8217;s a groady Negative FX cover to end the set, hard to go wrong with that. It&#8217;s just a shame that Butcher Cover decided to tarnish things with generic shock-jock, sub-Brainbombs &#8220;sick&#8221; humor, on display here with a song called &#8220;Bubblegum Faggot&#8221; (you didn&#8217;t think they&#8217;d say &#8220;faggot&#8221;, but they did!), a song called &#8220;Prison Wallet&#8221; (you have to keep stuff in your butt, haha!) and a sampled rape joke (just a joke, man! Lighten up! What are you, &#8220;PC&#8221; or somethin&#8217;?). Really uninspired, bottom-of-the-barrel imagery here; I will never understand why this sort of creative cop-out is appealing to so many of these modern punk bands. Maybe it&#8217;s because no one actually gets their asses kicked anymore.</p>
<p><font size=3><strong>Chasing Voices</strong><font size=2> <em>Acidbathory</em> 12&#8243; (Preserved Instincts)<br />
<img src="/images/cvoices.jpg">This &#8220;anonymous&#8221; 12&#8243; seems to have some relation to the Dope Jams camp, complete with this ridiculous hyperbole on their site: &#8220;grotesque low-end acidic excretions slope up and down a summit of flawless arrangement, mutating to form a breathing organism of the darkest musical beauty.&#8221; The write-up goes on to compare &#8220;Acidbathory&#8221; to the sea change that punk rock brought to the musical landscape of its day, and well, I had to buy the record; I&#8217;m willing to be a sucker sometimes. Turns out this isn&#8217;t one of those times, though, as this one-sided 12&#8243; record is truly excellent, if not the Godhead of electronic music I just read about. Chasing Voices has put together a real nice piece of death-march techno, the kind that piles its load onto a hulking, lumbering bass-throb and aims it slowly toward the ocean. The buzzing, 16th-note hi-hat is kind of unexpected but works nicely in the scheme of things; really, everything about &#8220;Acidbathory&#8221; comes together comfortably into a form I can&#8217;t easily place. It&#8217;s much too stoic and dark to be a part of the thug-step movement (there&#8217;s no masculine playfulness here), and it&#8217;s too brutal and violent to resemble Demdike Stare. Honestly, the more I spin this one, the less embellished that Dope Jams description starts to sound.</p>
<p><font size=3><strong>The Chickens</strong><font size=2> <em>Chicken Shit</em> 7&#8243; (Siltbreeze)<br />
<img src="/images/chickens.jpg">Two of your favorite FNU Ronnies members had no interest in waiting around for the other to move back to Philadelphia, so they replaced him with a crappy drum machine and started The Chickens. Thanks to the financial backing of Siltbreeze, I can enjoy <i>Chicken Shit</i> in the comfort of my own home, with only the breeze from my window to dilute the powerfully recognizable odor. They&#8217;re still singing about drugs (or so the song titles would lead me to believe), only The Chickens are coming from more of a post-punk, NDW angle (less Hawkwind and Drunks With Guns, more Swell Maps and Abwärts). They sound especially potent on &#8220;Shit City&#8221;, notable for its rambunctious guitar solo and moody bassline. I&#8217;ve seen these guys live a few times, but I think this is the first time I&#8217;ve actually heard their songs, which are a fine addition to the ever-growing discographies of Mike Reaser and &#8220;Street&#8221; Kyle.</p>
<p><font size=3><strong>Conversions</strong><font size=2> <em>Spineless Wonders</em> LP (Ride the Snake)<br />
<img src="/images/conversions.jpg"><i>Spineless Wonders</i> is Conversions&#8217; posthumous final LP, properly put to rest by Ride the Snake. Conversions toed the line between straight-forward, blasting hardcore and count-the-time-change post-punk, a style that they have come closest to mastering here. This sort of frantic pacing and unexpected maneuvering could easily be considered weird for weirdness&#8217; sake, but Conversions do well in making sure the hardcore aggression is never lessened because of it. The vinyl itself doesn&#8217;t have any clear song separations, and the music flows in the same manner, as if the nine songs here are just two long suites, filled with anthemic choruses, full-on assaults and wiry guitar lines. A years-old recording of a broken-up band can be a hard sell in today&#8217;s market, but it only takes a solid spin of <i>Spineless Wonders</i> to understand why Ride the Snake were compelled to release it anyway.</p>
<p><font size=3><strong>Demdike Stare</strong><font size=2> <em>Forest of Evil</em> 12&#8243; (Modern Love)<br />
<img src="/images/dstarefoe.jpg">Demdike Stare shook up my world with last year&#8217;s fantastic <i>Part 1</i> and <i>Part 2</i> 12&#8243;s, compiled on their <i>Symbiosis</i> CD. These records gathered a wide range of grim musicology and spat it out in the form of a futuristic and uniquely gothic techno, with most tracks clocking around the five minute mark in easily digestible bites. Since then, they&#8217;ve released a couple long-form mixes, stretching out with weird exotica, various dance musics and atmospheric recordings. On <i>Forest of Evil</i>, Demdike Stare have managed to find the perfect harmony between their shorter, semi-traditional techno cuts and their extended excursions into the Twilight Zone. The title is split in two sides, Dusk and Dawn, the perfect settings to consider right before peering in to Demdike&#8217;s curious journey. &#8220;Forest of Evil (Dusk)&#8221; sets the grim mood courtesy of some disembodied pianos, ghostly chords and birds giving way to bats in the trees; it&#8217;s gothic music, but not in a <i>Mesh &#038; Lace</i> way, more of a timeless &#8220;The Legend of Sleepy Hollow&#8221; vibe. As I listen, I feel like Castlevania&#8217;s Simon, while darkness falls and all the ghouls become harder to kill. &#8220;Forest of Evil (Dawn)&#8221; is even better, as the rhythmic undercurrents previously hinted at on the flip comes full bore for a few stunning moments, as heavy as any Sunn record (and probably equally frightening). Demdike&#8217;s editing has reached an apex here; there&#8217;s just so much depth and (witch)craft to the ebb and flow that these two guys are essentially operating in a league all their own. Highest possible A+ buy-it-now recommendation!</p>
<p><font size=3><strong>Marcel Dettmann</strong><font size=2> <em>Dettmann</em> 3xLP (Ostgut Ton)<br />
<img src="/images/dettmann.jpg">I knew I was in for a treat with this extended Marcel Dettmann release, three vinyl slabs of techno at its most concentrated and unrelenting. Similar to the great Planetary Assault Systems album on Ostgut Ton last year, Marcel Dettmann has no use for flowery detours, or intricate programming, or anything that strays from the path of righteous, rhythmic beating. You can be pretty sure that every track on here is going to end with the same pattern it came in on. No surprises, but why would you want them? The craft is in the loop, and the subtle (and sometimes practically non-existent) changes that pepper the mood. Dettmann really succeeds with that, and I appreciate his dedication to music that is the antithesis of rock n&#8217; roll, replacing emotion and personality with a solid slab of concrete and ivory, ego-less and pristine. I&#8217;m also a sucker for the fact that all of these Ostgut Ton records are at least a little intimidating, too; I can only imagine losing my mind at 3 AM inside of Berghain (the legendary Berlin club/haunted penitentiary affiliated with Ostgut Ton) to the music of Marcel Dettmann and I&#8217;m not sure I&#8217;m ready for such an experience, drugged or otherwise.</p>
<p><font size=3><strong>Germ Attak</strong><font size=2> <em>Cruxshadow</em> LP (Loud Punk)<br />
<img src="/images/gattak.jpg">&#8220;MySpace Crust&#8221; is the derogatory term I&#8217;ve seen associated with Germ Attak, and after running through <i>Cruxshadow</i> a few times, I&#8217;m pretty sure the creators of that pejorative are just scared of Germ Attak encroaching on their turf. There&#8217;s about 400 songs on here, but I will gladly accept that amount of great, unassuming pogo-punk, the type of music punks made in the 90s, right before the Internet unlocked every Killed By Death nugget for widespread consumption and punks only had third generation Varukers tapes and Casualties CDs to help them piece this &#8220;punk&#8221; thing together. Germ Attak are wholly unconcerned with appeasing modern punk trends or practices, I mean songs like &#8220;Shock the System&#8221; and &#8220;Trapped Inside Closed Doors&#8221; have been written a hundred times by a hundred bands but sound great every time. And when you throw in something like &#8220;Easily Sedated&#8221;, it&#8217;s just unfair to relegate Germ Attak to the minor leagues. The title track has kind of an epic Aus Rotten vibe, but the rest of <i>Cruxshadow</i> blazes like Quincy Punx or The Unseen at their respective peaks. Factor in the leather, bristles, studs and acne that these guys proudly display in their back cover photo and I&#8217;m one step away from sending Germ Attak a MySpace message to see if they need another roadie.</p>
<p><font size=3><strong>Happy Birthday</strong><font size=2> <em>Happy Birthday</em> LP (Sub Pop)<br />
<img src="/images/hbirthday.jpg">Yep, &#8220;Happy Birthday&#8221;. Have bands no shame these days? Looking at the three dorks in the inner sleeve, I guess it makes sense, as they&#8217;ve got the unshowered garage-twee look down pat, complete with goofy smirks and imperfect teeth. I wasn&#8217;t exactly expecting Happy Birthday to sound like Antiseen, but I still wasn&#8217;t prepared for just how soft, slick and ultimately satisfying this self-titled debut ended up. Maybe the stubble on that caveman Michael Cera in the band led me to expect something a little grittier, but Happy Birthday is at its best cane sugar and at its worst, high fructose corn syrup. Pretty much every tune on here forsakes rocking out for the perfect hook, and since they nail it, who am I to request anything different? I figured &#8220;Girls FM&#8221; was the clear and present hit, and it is, but there&#8217;s a good half dozen other songs just as memorable and sweet, like &#8220;2 Shy&#8221; and &#8220;Zit&#8221;, or even the woozy slow-dance of &#8220;Subliminal Message&#8221;. <i>Happy Birthday</i> reminds me of the Queers during their Beach Boys phase and <i>Don&#8217;t Back Down</i>, which I loved, with maybe an aesthetic touch of <i>The Adventures of Pete &#038; Pete</i> for the lovable ugly nerd quotient. Sure, it&#8217;s cheesy music, and yet here I am, checking behind my couch in hopes of finding the misplaced download card.</p>
<p><font size=3><strong>Home Blitz</strong><font size=2> <em>Perpetual Night / Murder In My Heart</em> 7&#8243; (Almost Ready)<br />
<img src="/images/hblitzpn.jpg">Hot on the heels of Home Blitz&#8217;s great Richie Records album, here&#8217;s a new 45 from Princeton&#8217;s finest export since the Review. &#8220;Perpetual Night&#8221; is excellent and follows their winning formula: part glam-rock shuffle, part punk rock, part disjointed art moves, entirely endearing. It plays like a trip to the shore and back. I celebrate the first couple Home Blitz singles, but I think <i>Out of Phase</i> really nailed the recording that they needed, fuzzy yet crisp, and they&#8217;ve got it here once again, much to my delight. &#8220;Murder In My Heart&#8221; is a cover of The Searchers, one that I was not previously familiar, but it&#8217;s great as well - a real Powerpearl that I need to add to my want list. I can only assume The Searchers are English, because no other country knows how to make murder seem so courteous and polite. There&#8217;s no denying that Home Blitz are on a roll, although the &#8220;thanks to no one, die!&#8221; on the back of the sleeve leads me to believe that Daniel DiMaggio has spent a little too much time jamming with the hatemongers in Watery Love.</p>
<p><font size=3><strong>Infirmary</strong><font size=2> <em>Necropenetrator</em> LP (SNSE)<br />
<img src="/images/infirmary.jpg"><i>Necropenetrator</i> is just the kind of ridiculous harsh noise record I need. It&#8217;s like filling a neti pot with television static and flushing out one&#8217;s sinuses for thirty-some minutes. There are nine interchangeable tracks, each one as stoic, brutal and unflinching as the next, with absolutely no tension or surprises or personality, just pure noise in the &#8220;wall of&#8221; variety. The only noticeable change is when a track stops, thanks to the two-second silence that acts as the only signifier that Infirmary have moved on from &#8220;Voodoo Doll&#8221; to &#8220;Cocksucking Gnome&#8221;. Gotta hand it to these guys for abusing sound so badly that the breaks between tracks become as crucial to the experience as the noise itself.</p>
<p><font size=3><strong>Inhalant</strong><font size=2> <em>Bondage</em> LP (SNSE)<br />
<img src="/images/inhalant.jpg">SNSE has really narrowed its focus in recent times, streamlining the label&#8217;s efforts towards bleak and violent power-electronics. I loved picking up a SNSE release and not knowing if I was going to be hit with busted turntablism, loopy punk rock or mechanical drone, but the current specific sonic range has proven to be just as satisfying. Never heard Inhalant before, but I caught his drift quickly - <i>Bondage</i> is pure and heavy electronic distortion, with various instruments (synths, guitars, contact mic) all whipped together into a fine purée. There are vocals on a few tracks, with lyrics verging on Mariah Carey (&#8221;don&#8217;t ever leave me / don&#8217;t deceive me / love&#8230; don&#8217;t ever stop&#8221;), but any attempt to decipher them in the mix is futile. I love this stuff, especially when it&#8217;s as heavy as it is here; Inhalant comes across like The Rita with a more generic aesthetic (bondage is to harsh noise as hating the president is to punk rock) but I&#8217;m content without any reinvention; a powerful sonic attack is fine as is. Comes with a cool poster of Mr. Inhalant wielding two knives with malicious intent in his eyes, sure to frighten anyone who opens your locker.</p>
<p><font size=3><strong>Little Gold</strong><font size=2> <em>Completely Fucked! / Chainsaw</em> 7&#8243; (Heartbreakbeat)<br />
<img src="/images/littlegold.jpg">Little Gold is a new project from one of the Woods and Meneguar guys, and while I&#8217;ve yet to actually hear either of those bands, Little Gold is pretty much what I&#8217;d expect from that whole modern urban indie-lumberjack aesthetic: you know, a friendly young guy graduates college, his hardcore group stops practicing, he stops shaving, he moves to Williamsburg with a fresh graphic arts degree, he makes friends, starts a new, more mature band with them, and winds up tending bar before finding something more serious. If that doesn&#8217;t describe Little Gold, it has to describe at least a fair number of their fans, and as a privileged white college graduate myself, I make that distinction without any condescension. Besides, if I ever choose to wear one of those little biker caps while drinking a locally-brewed organic IPA, I sure wouldn&#8217;t mind hearing &#8220;Completely Fucked!&#8221; coming through the stereo, what with its quality hooks and heavy Ted Leo vibe, albeit with a little less political resentment and a little more youthful exuberance than Mr. Leo. &#8220;Chainsaw&#8221; continues the vibe nicely with a country twang and unassumingly professional polish that can only be obtained through years of playing some sort of music. Little Gold&#8217;s style does very little for my personal sensibilities but there&#8217;s no denying that it&#8217;s good stuff. If I have to watch a Nantucket Nectars commercial on TV, might as well be these guys playing in the background.</p>
<p><font size=3><strong>Male</strong><font size=2> <em>German For Shark</em> LP (Other Electricities)<br />
<img src="/images/malegerman.jpg"><i>German For Shark</i> is the second album to come from Chicago&#8217;s Male, and a nice step forward. Their debut, <i>All Are Welcome</i>, set a reserved and thoughtful tone, but ultimately was a little too quiet and contemplative, like the air to mass ratio was weighted too heavily towards the former. <i>German For Shark</i> beefs things up, but don&#8217;t let that mislead you - Male still operate with a serene, cinematic swirl that never comes close to overwhelming the listener. The first side is a bit more on the buttoned-shirt, post-grad improv tip; I swear I hear some xylophone on a few tracks, amidst the timid metal clatter and guitars used as mixing boards rather than stringed instruments. For a sound so content to merge into your background, it&#8217;s pretty engaging. My favorite stuff comes towards the end of the second side, particularly on &#8220;The Tase (Two)&#8221;, a live recording that sounds like the Loren Mazzacane Connors Big Band, with the guitar taking center stage and softly weeping, like it finally returned to the edge of the ocean cliff where its lover fell and drowned. Top-notch art direction on this package, it even comes with a newsprint poster and is pressed on slate-gray Czech vinyl. This one&#8217;s going to sound even better when the summer&#8217;s sweltering heat arrives.</p>
<p><font size=3><strong>Naked on the Vague</strong><font size=2> <em>Heaps of Nothing</em> LP (Siltbreeze)<br />
<img src="/images/notvhon.jpg">Here it is, the new Naked on the Vague record, with the full band lineup that Lucy Phelan and Matthew Hopkins had promised, and it&#8217;s definitely different from the &#8216;Vague I came to love. What initially drew me to this band was the fact that even on their earliest material, they had a pretty unique sound, somehow crafting a signature style from bass guitar, vocals, drum machine and keyboards (and writing some hits along the way, too - I must&#8217;ve played &#8220;All Aboard&#8221; more than any other modern post-punk song in the past two years). On <i>Heaps of Nothing</i>, Naked on the Vague have forsaken some of that uniqueness in the name of rock n&#8217; roll. The Naked on the Vague Band is pretty good, but most of the music on this album sounds cribbed from any of the other bands defining the modern Siltbreeze sound, like Pink Reason or Eat Skull or Psychedelic Horseshit. Opener &#8220;Mysterious Oven&#8221; has a curious guitar lead, but it&#8217;s quickly followed by &#8220;Wrong Room&#8221;, which sounds like Courtney Love fronting either Pink Reason or, umm, Hole. Lucy&#8217;s voice sounds a lot like Courtney Love on here, because how else are you supposed to sing over apathetic indie-grunge? I enjoy Naked on the Vague most when they get gothy and even noisy (the <i>Sad Sun</i> EP still kinda sounds like Wolf Eyes to me), but <i>Heaps of Nothing</i> lacks that vibe and instead comes across like a modern Siltbreeze lo-fi rock album that will probably get lost in the shuffle. </p>
<p><font size=3><strong>The Native Cats</strong><font size=2> <em>Always On</em> LP (Ride the Snake)<br />
<img src="/images/ncatsao.jpg">The Native Cats rocked my 2009 with <i>Always On</i>, originally released on CD format, of which only scant copies made it off their island of Tasmania. Thanks to Ride the Snake, it&#8217;s now widely available in the US (and on a superior format), leaving no excuse for anyone remotely interested in moody post-punk to not check it out. I&#8217;m clearly a huge fan, but it&#8217;s because these two guys create such great music - with bass guitar, vocals, and various instrumental ephemera, they supplement their sparse, minimal tunes with a massive heap of mood, courtesy of Peter Escott&#8217;s noir-ish, unsettling lyrics. Escott leads the listener through back alleys and bath houses, turning phrases with a wink and a snarl; his words paint such robust, vivid pictures that a Native Cats tune sometimes sounds like a Charles Willeford short story set to music. And the music is great too, efficiently minimal with their drum machine and bass guitar rhythm section, calling to mind Young Marble Giants or Arab Strap and working the full emotional spectrum within those rigid confines. <i>Always On</i> is refined, witty and emotional, and undoubtedly one of the best albums I&#8217;ve heard in years. I don&#8217;t think anyone who hears &#8220;Shovel On Shovel&#8221; followed by &#8220;The Image of Annie &#038; Ivan&#8221; would disagree.</p>
<p><font size=3><strong>No Fun Acid</strong><font size=2> <em>This Is No Fun Acid 3</em> CD (No Fun Productions)<br />
<img src="/images/nofunacid.jpg">Carlos Giffoni&#8217;s take on acid house has been intriguing me for a while, mainly because I wanted to hear what a guy with a noise/improv background would bring to the acid genre. Unfortunately, the answer is &#8220;not much&#8221;. Perhaps Taint, or Nate Young, or Jessica Rylan would do some amazing and unexpected things, but after engaging <i>This Is No Fun Acid 3</i>, it&#8217;s clearly evidenced that Giffoni has little artistic investment in this project. Of the two tracks on this disc, the first is an unnecessary twenty-three minutes long, providing a lengthy and rudimentary run through the Roland 303 and it&#8217;s basic functions and various pre-set arpeggios. The second track is about thirteen minutes and does essentially the same thing, only significantly faster and without any nod to the dancefloor. I get the impression that Giffoni&#8217;s role here isn&#8217;t to actually create any meaningful, resonant music, but instead just to cherry-pick this potent strain of dance music from the club and place it into the sterile, pretentious confines of an art exhibition, to drain its blood, embalm it and hang it on the wall, all while smugly claiming credit. And because he&#8217;s already an established name, his pre-existing fanbase guarantees an audience for whatever genre he decides to poach next. Just don&#8217;t say I didn&#8217;t warn you when he&#8217;s on another expenses-paid UK tour under the name No Fun Krautrock in a year or two.</p>
<p><font size=3><strong>Pfisters</strong><font size=2> <em>Narcicity</em> LP (Fan Death)<br />
<img src="/images/pfisters.jpg">I had been wondering what became of The New Flesh, as last I heard, SS Records was slated to issue <i>Parasite</i> on vinyl, but it seems like that ceased to be the case somewhere along the line. Still not sure if they&#8217;re a fully-functioning band, but guitarist/vocalist Jason Donnells is keeping busy with Pfisters, a new three-piece rock band from Baltimore. The similarities between the two are plenty, but Pfisters differ from The New Flesh in the noise/rock equation - rather than rely on extended feedback, looped static or ratty chains of effects pedals, Pfisters opt for a relatively clean sound, far more indebted to something like Drive Like Jehu or Halo of Flies than say, Drunks with Guns or Unsane. <i>Narcicity</i> definitely calls to mind a classic strain of Am-Rep post-hardcore, one that still required its bands to be musicians as well as wild entertainers, rather than allow them to just dig into a sub-Swans rhythm and loop the feedback. While I admire Pfisters for performing competently and not taking the low road, between you and me, I prefer the disturbing and unhinged variety of noise-rock, the one that led to The New Flesh collaborating with Robert Inhuman, as opposed to Pfisters&#8217; more sterile and competent variety. Maybe you&#8217;re different, but I&#8217;d rather listen to a third-generation dubbed live version of Unholy Swill&#8217;s &#8220;Belch Away the Boogeyman&#8221; than this collection of inoffensive and homogeneous rock tunes, not because I dislike Pfisters, but because Unholy Swill are simply where it&#8217;s at.</p>
<p><font size=3><strong>Puerto Rico Flowers</strong><font size=2> <em>2</em> 7&#8243; (Fan Death)<br />
<img src="/images/prf2.jpg">Puerto Rico Flowers have quickly followed their debut EP with two more serious goth-punk tracks that will leave you wondering who this impostor is and what he did with the real John Sharkey. As far as I&#8217;m concerned, that old John Sharkey can rest in peace, because I am just completely digging Puerto Rico Flowers, this single in particular. &#8220;Voice of Love&#8221; is the PRF slow jam, the &#8220;leaving the prom alone&#8221; song, the sound of blood exiting your wrists while you stare, bleary-eyed, at the &#8220;Twilight&#8221; poster on your wall. But through such weary moments, Sharkey&#8217;s voice consoles you, insisting that you&#8217;ll meet the love of your life as a freshman in college, or that you&#8217;ll float up to heaven in spite of your suicide. This mood lingers onto the Neil Young cover on the b-side, &#8220;When Your Lonely Heart Breaks&#8221;. Covering a Neil Young tune without guitar is like performing a Michael Jackson song without dancing, and yet Puerto Rico Flowers play it like one of their own, as if this adopted child feels like an equal to his biological siblings. Sharkey&#8217;s voice sounds a hell of a lot like Chris Isaak on this one; I can just tell he&#8217;s going to be a wonderful father.</p>
<p><font size=3><strong>Puffy Areolas</strong><font size=2> <em>In the Army 1981</em> LP (Siltbreeze)<br />
<img src="/images/pareolas.jpg">Puffy Areolas&#8217; contribution to the <i>Skulls Without Borders</i> compilation cracked open my third eye, so I wasted no time grabbing this one. Just look at those dudes on the cover, it&#8217;s obvious that the guy with the nunchucks can&#8217;t twirl them for more than ten seconds without accidentally landing a direct shot to his balls. I&#8217;ve heard that these guys go crazy live, crawling over things and knocking people down and ruining equipment, and I completely understand that after a few runs through <i>In the Army 1981</i>; each song has essentially two different parts: a rocking riff and a chorus that usually acts as a short respite from the mayhem. Seriously, there are four songs on the a-side and I&#8217;m pretty sure I counted eight different parts before my needle reached the center. The Areolas just go back and forth between those two parts, rocking out until someone screws up or something falls apart - that&#8217;s about as deep as their musical craft goes. On &#8220;1981&#8243; it can grow kind of tiresome, but the track before it, &#8220;Deathcraze&#8221;, hits me like Nine Shocks Terror covering Hawkwind. <i>In the Army 1981</i> seems less like an established set of songs assembled with the esteemed Siltbreeze label in mind, and more like a series of loosely-planned, gnarly rock moves intent only on self-gratification and destruction. Fine with me.</p>
<p><font size=3><strong>Ramadanman</strong><font size=2> <em>Glut / Tempest</em> 12&#8243; (Hemlock)<br />
<img src="/images/ramadanglut.jpg">If you&#8217;re trying to keep score, this is YGR&#8217;s seventh Ramadanman review (with the eight directly beneath it). If you <i>still</i> haven&#8217;t checked this fella out, allow me to recommend this new one on Hemlock, as these two tracks are easily digestible and a pretty good indication as to why I can&#8217;t stop saying the name &#8220;Ramadanman&#8221;. &#8220;Glut&#8221; throws me for a loop, as it rips out of the gate with a speedy electro groove, propelled by one of those classic drum machines that I should instantly recognize by its number (303? 808?) and bubbling along with a vocal sample that could make Sis jealous. It&#8217;s certainly modern-sounding, yet you could easily slip this one in between classics at some &#8220;80s Electro Dance Night&#8221; and no one would blink, they&#8217;d be too busy removing their jackets to reveal the sweaty shirts beneath. &#8220;Glut&#8221; even gets a little melancholy at the end, too. I love the way Mr. Danman&#8217;s mind works. On the other hand, &#8220;Tempest&#8221; is in line with the Pearson Sound 12&#8243; on Hessle Audio, and as that was one of my favorites from last year, I am eager to gobble it down. Lots of cool pitch-shifting and after an ambient pause, it eventually gets into this &#8220;dueling banjos&#8221;-style call-and-response that could easily split the crowd into some sort of loosely choreographed fight dance. Ramadanman is the man.</p>
<p><font size=3><strong>Ramadanman &#038; Midland</strong><font size=2> <em>Your Words Matter / More Than You Know</em> 12&#8243; (Aus Music)<br />
<img src="/images/rmidland.jpg">When I see that sideways, spherical Aus Music logo on the sleeve, I know to expect a house-ier sound from producers normally associated with dubstep, like say Appleblim or Martyn. Ramadanman is no exception, and with the help of Midland, these poetically-linked tracks are some of the finest bits of dance music I&#8217;ve heard from his camp thus far. &#8220;Your Words Matter&#8221; is slightly retro, kind of a turn-of-the-century vibe, with an array of minimal percussion sounds, sophisticated piano chords and an overall slick vibe, like you&#8217;d expect to hear this track coming out of a club named Glam or Posh or Nouveau, the type of yuppie meat-market where all suits must be professionally tailored in order to gain entry. Along with the rapid-fire female vocal hook that comes in (and eventually leads into a massive crescendo), I can&#8217;t help but expect to see Ally McBeal dancing wildly across the bar with Joey from <i>Friends</i>. I&#8217;m probably going off the deep end a little, but Ramadanman has a knack for invoking nostalgia that may have never actually happened when he sets his sights on crossover pop. &#8220;More Than You Know&#8221; is kind of a spacey extrapolation on the a-side, like you&#8217;re creeping around in the janitor&#8217;s closet below the dancefloor, listening in on the fun. You&#8217;ve done it again, Ramadanman.</p>
<p><font size=3><strong>The Reactors</strong><font size=2> <em>I Want Sex / Seduction Center</em> 7&#8243; (Last Laugh)<br />
<img src="/images/reactors.jpg">Here&#8217;s a simple and effective reissue of one of the true Killed By Death holy grails, The Reactors and their timeless classic &#8220;I Want Sex&#8221;. I believe the record&#8217;s history goes something like this: one hundred singles pressed, with twenty getting trashed, leaving a mere eighty copies to slowly disseminate through the decades, from dusty 7&#8243; racks, attics and thrift stores into the greasy palms of the informed punk rock collector (and then back and forth between collectors, the price jumping higher with every new year). The first time anyone hears &#8220;I Want Sex&#8221;, it&#8217;s a revelation, courtesy of the buzzsaw guitar, galloping beat and maniacal vocal. Never has a warning siren intro been more appropriate. People complain about the world of punk record collecting, and its inflated values, but how can you hear this tune and not understand that an original vinyl copy is worth more than a used Kia? And unlike some other KBD-comped singles, the b-side &#8220;Seduction Center&#8221; is no slouch either; a little wackier, with sound effects and spazzier vocals, but musically just as fierce. Glad Last Laugh found no reason to alter the original 7&#8243; issue besides a slightly thicker sleeve, as there&#8217;s really no room for improvement on the original. </p>
<p><font size=3><strong>Rib Cages</strong><font size=2> <em>Rib Cages</em> 7&#8243; (Lemon Session)<br />
<img src="/images/ribcages.jpg">Of the first four Lemon Sessions, Rib Cages seem to have played it safest. They opt for a pretty good and fast garage-punk style, somewhere between the New Bomb Turks and Homostupids, although without the compelling hooks of the former and the panache of the latter. Competent playing, vocals that fit the mood, lots of energy&#8230; I don&#8217;t know, it&#8217;s good, but so is a glass of orange juice with my Rice Krispies. All of these Lemon Session records have near-identical artwork and design, which is cool, but it also makes it kind of hard to really get a feel for the band when I&#8217;m just going off of the music, which of itself doesn&#8217;t speak that uniquely. Still, I&#8217;d give Rib Cages another listen down the road; they&#8217;ve got just enough Candy Snatchers in their sound (especially on the last track, &#8220;Lock Horns&#8221;) that I&#8217;m willing to watch where they go next.</p>
<p><font size=3><strong>Teenage Nightwar</strong><font size=2> <em>Alexander Graham Bell / Letdown</em> 7&#8243; (Lemon Session)<br />
<img src="/images/tnightwar.jpg">Teenage Nightwar are my top pick from the Lemon Session bunch, and not just because they&#8217;ve got the coolest name. &#8220;Alexander Graham Bell&#8221; is frantic and tense from the get-go, with an emergency-warning bassline ushering in a quick and powerful post-punk ride, somewhere between Wire&#8217;s early demos and the Popular Shapes full-length. More bands should opt for this sort of locomotive drumming, but then again, you&#8217;ve got to have some level of chops to pull it off, which Teenage Nightwar certainly do. &#8220;Letdown&#8221; is less frantic, maybe think Wire circa <i>Chairs Missing</i>, which anyone with ears will enjoy. Both songs are over in a flash, leaving me with a taste for more. Very nice indeed.</p>
<p><font size=3><strong>Terrible Twos</strong><font size=2> <em>Keep It Grey / Catch a Cold</em> 7&#8243; (Lemon Session)<br />
<img src="/images/ttwos.jpg">People raved about the Terrible Twos, but try as I might, I just can&#8217;t get into them. I picked up their LP on Criminal IQ, but it didn&#8217;t survive my last record purge; there&#8217;s just something about their songwriting and overall style that I found unremarkable and unexciting. This single reinforces that opinion, as both songs are well recorded, thoughtfully written, competently played and overall, pretty uninteresting. It&#8217;s kind of ironic that I say &#8220;uninteresting&#8221;, since it seems like these guys cram as many different instruments and parts as they can in a two minute garage-punk song (a couple guitars, a keyboard, who knows what else), yet nothing they do ever really sticks. Not a bad band by any means, their records are just nothing I&#8217;d ever specifically choose to hear. &#8220;Catch A Cold&#8221; even has kind of a metallic overtone mixed with their usual Detroit punk sound, complete with a dramatic intro and screechy black metal vocals, but it still hits my palette like a slice of white bread. Maybe this band just totally destroys live and I&#8217;m missing the big picture, but for the many ingredients on these two songs, the flavor just isn&#8217;t up to snuff.</p>
<p><font size=3><strong>Tonstartssbandht</strong><font size=2> <em>Midnite Cobras</em> 7&#8243; (Psychic Handshake)<br />
<img src="/images/tonstart.jpg">Much like the Wicked Awesomes LP on Psychic Handshake, this Tonstartssbandht single seems like a focused attempt on capturing everything that is currently en vogue within the fifty-person capacity basement punk scene, although I&#8217;d say that Tonstartssbandht&#8217;s results are slightly more satisfying than that of the W. Awesomes. &#8220;Midnite Cobras&#8221; is probably also the name of some band opening for the Oh Sees right now, but on here it&#8217;s a wobbly, reverb-protected indie tune with a nice hook and unpretentious vibe, something like a poor man&#8217;s Wedding Present with a Captured Tracks production job. &#8220;I&#8217;m a Welsh Souper&#8221; sounds like Wavves, at least until it breaks into an unexpected and flailing Lightning Bolt part; they&#8217;ve even got some intricate, mathy guitar work that I had assumed to be too close to &#8220;trying hard&#8221; (and therefore unacceptable amongst their peer group). To complete Tonstartssbandht&#8217;s cornucopia of modern influences, &#8220;Electric Dragon Sword&#8221; digs into the Acid Archives and comes up with a pretty righteous stoner riff and some harmonious vocals. The title is a little too corny-on-purpose for me, but musically-speaking, it&#8217;s the most intriguing track of the three and a direction I hope this band follows. Only problem is, what if Tonstartssbandht get really good and I want to tell my friends to check them out? There&#8217;s no way I&#8217;m going to remember this name, let alone the spelling; all of my buddies are going to end up googling the &#8220;Tons of Fart Bandits&#8221; to no avail.</p>
<p><font size=3><strong>Twin Stumps</strong><font size=2> <em>Seedbed</em> LP (Fan Death)<br />
<img src="/images/tstumpsseed.jpg">Twin Stumps&#8217; debut 12&#8243; really knocked me on my can. Heads above their peers, Twin Stumps use noise not as a dressing or decoration but as the core of their essence, with a visceral approach that fits snugly between your Con Dom and Mauthausen Orchestra records. Plus, they kind of rocked. After much anticipation, I can say that <i>Seedbed</i> is another great record that has lived up to their standard. I recall a lot more thrashing on the debut, whereas <i>Seedbed</i> is almost entirely slow, the type of record that never really exceeds the pacing of a snore. Only &#8220;Business Class&#8221; really gets pumping; the rest churn like <i>Filth</i>-era Swans, or Test Dept&#8217;s horrifying <i>Beating the Retreat</i>, or a particularly &#8216;luded Air Conditioning performance, complete with wretched digital fuzz. It could easily blend into one indistinct mass, but as I sit here, I can recall specific moments of &#8220;Landlord&#8221; and &#8220;Pope&#8217;s Nose&#8221; - startling, unique, exciting moments. &#8220;Pigs at the Trough&#8221; is a quiet and unsettling couple of minutes, like all hell is breaking loose outside while you&#8217;re bed-ridden with a pillow covering your ears, and &#8220;Caged Emily&#8221; (I wonder if she is friends with Alice In Chains) relies on an uncomfortably ascending riff to carry you home. I don&#8217;t want to call the whole thing &#8220;mature&#8221;, but Twin Stumps definitely work with a level of restraint, forethought and menace that the chumps around the corner haven&#8217;t even considered yet.</p>
<p><font size=3><strong>Flottante Tension D&#8217;eclipse</strong><font size=2> <em>compilation</em> LP (SDZ)<br />
<img src="/images/flottante.jpg">Great comps are hard to come by these days, but thanks to SDZ&#8217;s ten-year celebration, I&#8217;ve got the closest modern-day contender to <i>Let Them Eat Jellybeans</i> in my hands right now. I always figured SDZ was just &#8220;another French garage label&#8221;, but they can&#8217;t be if they&#8217;re kicking things off with this sweetly nebulous Alan Courtis jam. Haven&#8217;t paid him much attention since Reynol&#8217;s dissolution but &#8220;Tataupa Listado Mora&#8221; puts me in the proper headspace for what&#8217;s to follow. I keep forgetting how good Feeling of Love are, but they remind me once again with &#8220;Dissolve Me&#8221;, the second cut on here. That&#8217;s pretty much how things go on <i>Flottante Tension D&#8217;eclipse</i>, smoothly sailing from a Goner / In The Red style garage template (Anteenagers M.C., The O Voids) to the strange things that can happen when those garage punkers start futzing with drum machines and samplers (Braindamage, The Rebel). Cheveu contribute a fantastic little nugget that reminds me of Clouddead with its off-kilter nasal rapping, Dead Clodettes are as great as that cool name led me to believe, and Electric Bunnies show more personality with &#8220;San Francisco Poet&#8221; than I remember finding on their recent album. The only disappointment here, and it&#8217;s a minor one, is the fact that The Daily Void&#8217;s contribution is just a different recording of a great cut off their recent Sacred Bones EP. As I&#8217;ve happily sat on my couch, insert in hand, and followed along to SDZ&#8217;s distinct taste a number of times, my satisfaction has only increased. I was blissfully ignorant of SDZ&#8217;s first decade; I plan on changing that for the next.</p>
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nutrient, and really, who needs flouride when you can come up like Juan Atkins and Moodymann?<br />
Kyle Hall is the freshest and brightest thing to come out of &#8220;The D&#8221; in recent years, a sprightly<br />
young guy unhindered by any genre boundaries or archaic limitations, only restricted by his<br />
own talents, which continue to increase exponentially with every new session. After coming<br />
up under the wing of a musical family (his mother is a singer, his great uncle a jazz pianist)<br />
and a musical non-family (he was under Omar S&#8217;s wing before he could apply for a driver&#8217;s<br />
license), Kyle Hall is clearly his own man, releasing various sides on his Wild Oats label and<br />
most recently, a crucial new slab of house-infected, dubstep-nodding techno on Hyperdub<br />
out of the UK. With reports that his performances stole the show at this year&#8217;s Miami Music<br />
Conference (the SXSW of dance music), there is no question about the level of talent that<br />
Kyle Hall possesses; it&#8217;s more a matter of where he&#8217;s going to take his music. Worldwide<br />
critical acclaim, international tours, a miles-deep creative well&#8230; not bad for someone born<br />
the year Nirvana released <i>Nevermind</i>.</p>
<p><b>How did you get started playing music? As a kid, was music your biggest hobby<br />
or were you into other things?</b><br />
I got into playing music by appreciating it first. When I was younger, I was also into playing<br />
card games and video games. But I was still into music a lot. I had keyboards and drum sets<br />
all my life. At one point I played soccer.</p>
<p><b>Do you remember the first CDs you bought?</b><br />
No, not really. I just listened and had my parents burn their stuff to CDr for a while; I never<br />
really bought my own CDs. I downloaded MP3s, also: Napster, Kazza, WinMX, shit like that.</p>
<p><b>Did you grow up watching music videos? Any videos that really blew your mind?</b><br />
Yes, I did grow up watching music videos. The music video that was the most memorable to<br />
me was the Busta Rhymes video for &#8220;Got You All In Check&#8221;. I watched a lot of the hip-hop<br />
videos on BET. DMX videos, Red Hot Chilli Peppers videos, all kinds of stuff. During the late 90s,<br />
videos were pretty cool.</p>
<p><b>I know you played at the Winter Music Conference in Miami this year, how was<br />
that experience? Have you done any traveling for music otherwise?</b><br />
Yes, Miami was fantastic. I&#8217;ve been doing lots of traveling, playing in Europe. I&#8217;m playing in Asia<br />
for the first time on the 22nd of May in Singapore.</p>
<p><b>That&#8217;s crazy. Do you have any idea what the crowds will be like?</b><br />
Not at all dude. </p>
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<p><b>Are you a crate digger or vinyl enthusiast? Are there any records that have really<br />
shaped your style?</b><br />
Yes I dig the crates, mos def! So many records have shaped my style: late 90s hip hop and<br />
rap records to Drexciya. It&#8217;s quite a culmination of records, too many to name, that shaped<br />
my style. My ear is one that is very diverse.</p>
<p><b>Any rock bands you really love?</b><br />
Nope.</p>
<p><b>So let&#8217;s say you are given the choice of going to a club to hear either dubstep or<br />
minimal techno all night. Where do you go?</b><br />
Is this a joke?! Haha.</p>
<p><b>It&#8217;s silly, but I&#8217;m serious&#8230; where do you think you&#8217;d have more fun?</b><br />
Neither, really&#8230; I&#8217;m not really into either one of those genres that much. I like and dislike them<br />
equally. Some good minimal stuff and a great deal horrible minimal. Some good dubstep and a<br />
butt-load of horrible dubstep.</p>
<p><b>What&#8217;s it like hanging with dudes who are a decade or more older than you? Do<br />
they even know what you&#8217;re talking about with a track title like &#8220;I <3 Dr. Girlfriend"?</b><br />
Some do understand the reference to Venture Bros., like Rick Wade for one knows; he really likes<br />
animation and Adult Swim. But hangin with people older than me is nothing new. It&#8217;s not something<br />
that was just then created because of the music scene. I always enjoyed the company of older<br />
people even before music.</p>
<p><b>How long have you been friends with Omar S?</b><br />
Since 2006.</p>
<p><b>Do you think dance music can ever attain the same level of popularity in the US<br />
as it has in the UK/Europe?</b><br />
Yes, maybe some day. Commercial music seems that it&#8217;s going in the direction of being more<br />
electronic anyway. So it could be very possible that soon, one day, the music I do will have<br />
commercial mass popularity here. That is a definite hope of mine.</p>
<p><b>What records can we expect next from you?</b><br />
<i>Must See EP</i> on Third Ear Recording. Also I have a record coming out under the name KMFH<br />
called <i>The Sun Goddess</i> on my label Wild Oats. I&#8217;m doing limited gold color vinyl and the tracks<br />
are bangers! Get ready! It&#8217;s due out in the Summer.</p>
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			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>A brief announcement for any interested parties: White Denim has just released the latest record by Tin Man, <i>Scared</i>. It&#8217;s a 12&#8243; LP, comprised of eight new and exclusive tracks totaling over 37 minutes of music. The record is limited to 550 copies.</p>
<p>For those unfamiliar, Tin Man is the project of Johannes Auvinen, a producer/vocalist who divides his time between Los Angeles and Austria. Under the Tin Man name, Auvinen has given us classic Acid-house techno, long-form analog drone and most recently, a unique hybrid of dub techno, ambient atmospheres and synth-pop, guided by his unsettlingly cool vocals that arrive like a calm whisper over your shoulder. Like previous efforts <i>Wasteland</i> and <i>Cool Wave</i>, <i>Scared</i> is a smooth and sensual affair, as comforting as it is creepy in Tin Man&#8217;s lonely and futuristic world. If you&#8217;ve found most techno to be too emotionless, or wish the current crop of minimal synth artists knew how to craft deep, engaging electronic music, I highly recommend checking out Tin Man. Rather than list similar artists (no specific comparison really does him justice anyway), please check out the title track here: <a href="http://www.whitedenim.com/Tin_Man_-_Scared.mp3" TARGET="_BLANK">Tin Man &#8220;Scared&#8221;</a></p>
<p>If you’re interested in purchasing a copy, it’s available for $10.00 postage-paid in the US and $18.00 postage-paid elsewhere, and it can be ordered directly from the White Denim <a href="http://www.whitedenim.com" TARGET="_BLANK">website</a> via PayPal. For wholesale inquiries or other questions, shoot an email to whitedenim AT gmail DOT com.</p>
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		<description><![CDATA[Actress Paint, Straw and Bubbles 12&#8243; (Honest Jon&#8217;s)
This Actress is a man named Darren J. Cunningham and he is dressed like Raiden from Mortal Kombat in one of his promo photos. I hated his Joy Orbison remix, but the Actress name continued to pop up in my daily internet travels, and part of me will [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><font size=3><strong>Actress</strong><font size=2> <em>Paint, Straw and Bubbles</em> 12&#8243; (Honest Jon&#8217;s)<br />
<img src="/images/actress.jpg">This Actress is a man named Darren J. Cunningham and he is dressed like Raiden from Mortal Kombat in one of his promo photos. I hated his Joy Orbison remix, but the Actress name continued to pop up in my daily internet travels, and part of me will always trust Honest Jon&#8217;s to do worthwhile things, even if it&#8217;s not totally my cup of tea, so I gave <i>Paint, Straw and Bubbles</i> a whirl. While these cuts are real cool, it&#8217;s the fact that Actress is so openly embraced by the current crop of modern dance music tastemakers that has me impressed and scratching my chin. &#8220;Paint, Straw and Bubbles&#8221; is pretty far from dubstep, or modern disco, or minimal techno, or anything like that, rather it&#8217;s a delirious mix of all three, with a rhythm that sounds out-of-time with itself, like you&#8217;re listening to an Omar S beat-track while your cell phone keeps going off. For dance music, this isn&#8217;t danceable; it&#8217;s like a drunken Jamal Moss playing a sampler with his toes. Vaguely psychedelic and blatantly weird. &#8220;Maze (Long Version)&#8221; has an even stronger pull, as it&#8217;s essentially a John Carpenter-esque minimal-synth workout, not at all what I had expected, but totally great. I might even describe it as an incredibly morose house tune, or the perfect soundtrack to a computer funeral (I can clearly picture that Windows commercial guy weeping into a kerchief). Seriously, what is up with this dude? Until I figure that out, I can only confirm that he&#8217;s made some strange music that I can&#8217;t stop listening to.</p>
<p><font size=3><strong>Addison Groove</strong><font size=2> <em>Footcrab / Dumbsh*t</em> 12&#8243; (Swamp81)<br />
<img src="/images/addisong.jpg">After digging that Skream 12&#8243; on Swamp81, I figured it was worth taking a chance on Addison Groove, another moniker of dubstepper Headhunter (why these dudes need multiple names, I&#8217;ll never know). I&#8217;m sticking with Addison Groove after this one, because &#8220;Footcrab&#8221; is a fierce head-bobber with a pitch-perfect, rapid-fire bass thump, truly a masterpiece of party-friendly dubstep techno. Some of the best modern dance production I&#8217;ve heard in a while; I can already picture the crowd getting juiced up as soon as the &#8220;footcrab / footcrab / footcrab / f-f-footcrab&#8221; vocal sample hits the air. This is musical Red Bull. B-side &#8220;Dumbsh*t&#8221; (their censorship, not mine) follows suit, and while not as instantly engaging, it&#8217;s still an excellent tune, mixed perfectly and mastered louder than anything else I&#8217;ve purchased from Juno in the past few months. Until given evidence to the contrary, Swamp81 has become a &#8220;buy on-sight&#8221; label at this point.</p>
<p><font size=3><strong>Ale Mania</strong><font size=2> <em>Robust Universe / Bayview</em> 7&#8243; (Hell, Yes!)<br />
<img src="/images/alemania.jpg">Never heard of Ale Mania before, and while the name calls to mind Atari&#8217;s great Root Beer Tapper game, this band is a whole lot easier to work with. &#8220;Robust Universe&#8221; is Interpol-friendly post-punk that coasts on a great bassline with two or three guitars just riffing along and a singer who seems less a frontman than just another part of the equation, which works well here. Gotta say, it&#8217;s pretty refreshing to hear some modern, scuffed-up post-punk indie that owes nothing to  The Jesus and Mary Chain or Black Tambourine or whatever, but doesn&#8217;t come across like a passé remix of The Rapture, either. &#8220;Bayview&#8221; does a similar thing, keeping their indie-rock unpolished yet meaningful, at least on a physical level. I wish this is what Bloc Party sounded like. They never quite use the disco-punk drum beat on this 7&#8243;, but if they ever want to give it a shot in the future, permission granted.</p>
<p><font size=3><strong>Birds of Maya</strong><font size=2> <em>Ready to Howl</em> 2xLP (Richie)<br />
<img src="/images/bomaya.jpg">I first met Birds of Maya bassist / vocalist Jason Killinger at a party like five years ago, where he explained the band&#8217;s transition from raucous garage-rock under the name The Trauma Queens to the riff-worshipping boogiers that Birds of Maya are today: while touring Japan as the Trauma Queens, they toured with some serious Japanese rock band who not only played Killinger Flower Travellin&#8217; Band&#8217;s <i>Satori</i> for the first time, they gave him their original copy of the record as a sign of good faith. In an act as fateful as Merlin&#8217;s young boy pulling the sword out of the stone, it became certain that Birds of Maya would take their rightful place in the pantheon of rock after that experience. All of that has lead up to <i>Ready to Howl</i>, the most ambitious release to date by both the band and label. Three tracks, two of which span multiple vinyl sides, gatefold packaging, dragon mouth riding a tidal wave on the cover. Those expecting a Purling Hiss amp-fire might be disappointed, but I for one appreciate their ability to tone it down somewhere between the &#8216;Hiss and say, Endless Boogie, into some long-ass grooves that shine at such long lengths. The vocals poke through nicely too; I can clearly envision Killinger&#8217;s nose and mouth poking out of his long hair while he sings about whatever, probably booze and guitars. Birds of Maya will always be a live band for me, or anyone else living in the greater Philadelphian region, but this is as fine a substitution as I  hoped they&#8217;d share with the rest of the world.</p>
<p><font size=3><strong>James Blake</strong><font size=2> <em>The Bells Sketch</em> 12&#8243; (Hessle Audio)<br />
<img src="/images/jblake.jpg">James Blake had a cool Untold remix a few months ago and Hessle Audio has yet to do me wrong, so I didn&#8217;t wait long to grab this one. &#8220;The Bells Sketch&#8221;, like Ramadanman&#8217;s latest EP, has that same &#8220;where am I going with this?&#8221; vibe, like these dudes are sick of the same-old thing and venturing into new territory that no one is sure of yet. There&#8217;s some slurpy R&#038;B vocals, a beat that routinely disintegrates into the air and some g-funk synths that sound fresh from an Excepter / Joker collaboration (wouldn&#8217;t that be something). You know, like a Brooklyn art loft take on that &#8220;Purple&#8221; genre, as played by a naughty English boy who never raises the tempo above 100 bpm. It&#8217;s short and great. The title &#8220;Buzzard and Kestrel&#8221; sounds like a new Nickelodeon cartoon and this could be it&#8217;s theme, if the show is based on the travels of a futuristic hip-hop duo through space and time. James Blake is definitely on his own trip; I&#8217;ve even read that it&#8217;s his own soulful vocals I&#8217;m hearing all distorted on here. I love it.</p>
<p><font size=3><strong>Blank Dogs</strong><font size=2> <em>Phrases</em> 12&#8243; (Captured Tracks)<br />
<img src="/images/bdphrases.jpg">Seems like the Blank Dogs frenzy has finally subsided, thanks in no small part to his dramatically-reduced release schedule. (If you don&#8217;t count cassettes and reissues, the last new Blank Dogs was a 7&#8243; in June of &#8216;09, which is an eternity when compared to the first half of Blank Dogs&#8217; existence). If you thought you saw a mysterious shirt-faced man lurking backstage at a recent Cold Cave gig, you may be right, as <i>Phrases</i> is a new direction for him, focusing on some of the chilly-synth ideas at which Blank Dogs only previously hinted. Whatever shreds of garage impulse he had left are replaced with a crisp, well-produced synth-wave sound; I&#8217;m picking up an early Thomas Dolby vibe and liking it, especially on opener &#8220;Heat &#038; Depression&#8221;. Considering how de rigeur &#8220;minimal synth&#8221; has become, it&#8217;s kind of a curious shift, but on the other hand, Blank Dogs have already written more weirdly isolated post-punk tunes in the past two years than any other band after 1985; a stylistic change was inevitable. And really, these songs are pretty nice, sounding thoroughly practiced and never quite falling into cliché. I always thought the vocals were Blank Dogs&#8217; weak spot, and they still carry that &#8220;sad kid with a stuffy nose and chorus pedal&#8221; tone here, but with the otherwise superior production quality, it&#8217;s not that big of an issue. I&#8217;m definitely hoping <i>Phrases</i> points towards the future of Blank Dogs.</p>
<p><font size=3><strong>Condominium</strong><font size=2> <em>Gag</em> 7&#8243; (Deerhealer)<br />
<img src="/images/condogag.jpg">There are currently more modern creepy-stolen-photo-art noisy hardcore 7&#8243;s being released than hours in the day, but Condominium have done a better job of choosing their shocking art than most, what with that &#8220;weird people on a chain&#8221; photo from their Fashionable Idiots record and the wild shot of Viennese aktionism that adorns <i>Gag</i>. I doubt that any members of Condominium are willing to open their bare butts in front of a studio audience, but this photo is intriguing enough that I&#8217;ll let it slide. A-side &#8220;Gag&#8221; somehow squeezes nearly seven minutes into its grooves, first recalling a forlorn, <i>Cleaning the Mirror</i>-era Pink Reason, until they crank the guitars and rock like a dopesick, punky Pink Reason. Owing not even a single dread to Bob Marley, their &#8220;Redemption Song&#8221; is a bass-driven, nasty punk tune that will get the kids in the basement doing that annoying sideways running mosh by the time the drummer really goes ape. A nice and surprising show of chops by the band. Lastly, &#8220;The Entire Human Body&#8221; is a lot to cover in a four minute tune, but they seem to take the perspective of aliens testing an abducted human with their interpretation, thanks to their unsettling strumming and vocal (?) noise that sounds like one of those Gears of War monsters yelling through a CB radio. This uncomfortable track goes absolutely nowhere, which is pretty perfect, both as an end to this single and a summation of their aesthetic. </p>
<p><font size=3><strong>The Daily Void</strong><font size=2> <em>The Eclipse of 1453 EP</em> 12&#8243; (Sacred Bones)<br />
<img src="/images/dailyvoid.jpg">I was at a show in Chicago a couple years back when two drunk goofy dudes tried to do that &#8220;I don&#8217;t have any money so let me trade you my CD for one of yours&#8221; routine, a move that is almost always only favorable to the person making the request. Like any sap too shy to say no, I left the show with their disc, which ended up being an enjoyable if not crucial Daily Void album, filled with cool ideas but marred by uninspired execution. I forgot about the band until this new 12&#8243;, which, much to my surprise, is one of the best new punk records I&#8217;ve heard in years, no hyperbole. When did these guys get so good? It&#8217;s as if they funneled the Urinals&#8217; violent down-picking into a lurching, greasy robot of a punk band, like FNU Ronnies if they spent more time with <i>Killed By Death</i> comps than hallucinogens. Were it released in 1979 in an edition of 500, &#8220;Psychic Violence&#8221; is the type of track for which sweaty collector-types fork over handsome sums of money. &#8220;iiii&#8221; is just plain evil; honestly every song on here is solid gold, recorded with a sonic bite that so few are able to attain these days. I am sure there are plenty of punk rock purists who won&#8217;t check out bands on a label that puts out Zola Jesus records or goth reissues or whatever, and shame on them, because if there&#8217;s a punk EP from 2010 better than <i>The Eclipse of 1453</i>, please point me toward it.</p>
<p><font size=3><strong>Daughters</strong><font size=2> <em>Daughters</em> CD (Hydrahead)<br />
<img src="/images/daughters.jpg">When that first Daughters 12&#8243; came out on Electric Human Project, no one was splashing around harder in the screamo puddle than these guys; in 2003, fusing the aesthetics of The Locust and Kid Rock was kind of a cool idea. The easy thing would be to then combust shortly thereafter: maybe the guitarist walks off the stage mid-set in some Indianapolis basement and never comes back, or the singer had to go to jail in Arizona for two years, or the drummer became a DJ and the rest of the band dissed him. The hard thing to do is to try to turn a band based around short, violent blasts of screams, prickly guitars and blastbeats into something with a decent shelf-life, and yet Daughters are still here in 2010, soldiering on with this self-titled album. I hadn&#8217;t really kept up, but part of me knew the vocalist would&#8217;ve tried his hand at &#8220;singing&#8221; by now, and lo and behold, he does, kind of a David Yow croon that relies a little too heavily on sass for my tastes. The music is still spastic and weird, but the players&#8217; talent is more evident than ever, performing their Arab On Radar riffs with grinding speed and a new-found Hum vibe when things slow down. Yes, one could make the argument that it sounds like a polished An Albatross gone post-rock, but overall, <i>Daughters</i> is a quality post-spazzcore record that will appeal to Hydrahead&#8217;s more perverse consumer base (you know, the guys that giggle nervously when looking at Daughters&#8217; &#8220;bat vagina&#8221; t-shirt). Pretty sure that&#8217;s the only demographic really paying attention at this point anyway.</p>
<p><font size=3><strong>Dead Wife</strong><font size=2> <em>D.W.S.Y.H.F.</em> 7&#8243; (Psychic Handshake / No Vacation)<br />
<img src="/images/deadwife.jpg">Not sure, so I&#8217;ll guess: Dead Wife Screwed Your Happy Family? Dead Wife Stole Your Husband&#8217;s Food? Whatever the acronym, I won&#8217;t be sticking around too long to find out. Dead Wife are a Montreal-based punk group, three women and a drumming dude, eager to show off the fact that rude beer-swilling ignorance isn&#8217;t just a boy&#8217;s game. Four songs, practice-space recording, packaged with an insert collaging photos of their friends, tabloid headlines and weird drawings. It doesn&#8217;t suck, but there is no reason I&#8217;ll ever want to come back to this one, especially with their generic punk opening-band riffs and boring yelled vocals. When I&#8217;m checking out their MySpace friend Miss Lady Swamp Pussy and enjoying those tunes a hell of a lot more, it becomes clear that Dead Wife isn&#8217;t for me.</p>
<p><font size=3><strong>Drugs Dragons</strong><font size=2> <em>(I&#8217;m In A) Braingrave / Predator Weapons</em> 7&#8243; (no label)<br />
<img src="/images/ddragons.jpg">When on a road trip, if you&#8217;re anything like me, the idea of record shopping in new and foreign locales can make even those dollar-bin crust-punk 7&#8243;s (yes you, Active Minds) look a little tempting, especially when you&#8217;ve got some cash to blow. So when Reckless Records writes up this hard-to-decipher Drugs Dragons single as a mixture of GG Allin, Black Sabbath and the Butthole Surfers, what kind of idiot lets that stay on the shelf? The poorly screenprinted cover (even the paper sleeve was screened; mine still isn&#8217;t fully dry) and hand-written label made this one a no-brainer. And look at the vinyl, two songs on one side, none on the other, ala the classic Rip Off Records style. Perfect! I get home, after making sure to keep this single safe between two techno 12&#8243;s so that its corners remain flat, put it on&#8230; and realize that basically everything I just wrote only served as a distraction to the mediocre, forgettable, mid-paced garage punk contained within the grooves. Oh well. Don&#8217;t feel bad for me, feel bad for any Wisconsin punks a couple years too young to have enjoyed the Kill-A-Watts in their prime and forced to go see these guys instead. </p>
<p><font size=3><strong>Dum Dum Girls</strong><font size=2> <em>I Will Be</em> LP (Hozac / Sub Pop)<br />
<img src="/images/ddgiwb.jpg">Fans of black lace tights, Beatle boots and liquid eyeliner take note, Dum Dum Girls have released the album that&#8217;ll accompany many a cigarette smoking session in the dark. Dee Dee&#8217;s got a band now, but <I>I Will Be</i> was recorded solo, with the help of a few different friends joining in here and there and a famous producer. I&#8217;ll admit, there&#8217;s no song on here that jumps out as instantly as &#8220;Longhair&#8221; or &#8220;Catholicked&#8221;, but I&#8217;ll be hard pressed to recall another recent garage rock album that plays through as nicely as this, hitting various highs along the way and no lows, just mediums. For such a simple sound, <i>I Will Be</i> somehow avoids becoming a homogenous blur, probably the hardest thing to do when there&#8217;s not so much as a single gear change or drum fill within these grooves. Dee Dee clearly wanted to create a bad-girl record, but there sure are a lot of pro-monogamy/marriage sentiments on here, which I find both amusing and sweet. Maybe the next record will be all about the ensuing run from the law after shooting her spouse in the desert? If there&#8217;s any rock group who could make both marriage and murder sound cool, it&#8217;s Dum Dum Girls.</p>
<p><font size=3><strong>Eddy Current Suppression Ring</strong><font size=2> <em>Wet Cement</em> 7&#8243; (Mexican Summer)<br />
<img src="/images/ecsrwc.jpg">Hot on the heels of <i>Rush to Relax</i> comes this blink-and-you-missed-it Mexican Summer single, already out of print and already being repressed (and probably out of print again). If you have some stubborn friend who refuses to get into the Eddy Current vibe, and you haven&#8217;t already removed them from your Facebook, please find a copy of <i>Wet Cement</i> and aim it in his or her general direction, as the three tracks here might trump anything off <i>Rush to Relax</i> as far as that instantly catchy charm they&#8217;ve provided in the past is concerned. &#8220;Wet Cement&#8221; isn&#8217;t quite fast, but it&#8217;s got a superbly sly groove that could&#8217;ve worked just as well for Ooga Boogas as themselves; really hoping they play this one live in June. And if you thought Brendan Suppression couldn&#8217;t get any more ridiculous than his lyrics to &#8220;Gentleman&#8221;, he gives us &#8220;Hey Mum&#8221;, an upbeat number wherein he thanks his mother for giving birth to him. The earnest lyrics to this great party tune are enough to raise the brows of Hallmark&#8217;s Mother&#8217;s Day card writers. It&#8217;s as if Brendan has never heard of war or murder or lying or shoplifting or anything besides sunshine and rope-swings. I&#8217;m tempted to play him some Discharge and Black Heart Procession records when they come to town, I just don&#8217;t want the bad karma of his complete mental breakdown weighing on me. No one wants to hear Eddy Current Depression Ring.</p>
<p><font size=3><strong>Gary War</strong><font size=2> <em>Reality Protest</em> 7&#8243; (Sacred Bones)<br />
<img src="/images/gwreality.jpg">Sacred Bones rescued this single from Euro Tour obscurity with a domestic issue, and while I will never fully grasp all that is happening in any given Gary War track, these two cuts seem to have simplified things, at least a little bit. Instead of fourteen different sounds going at the same time, it&#8217;s like he&#8217;s cut down to eight or nine, and now I&#8217;m picking up some weird New Order guitar that might&#8217;ve been there all along. &#8220;Reality Protest&#8221; is great, especially those last few choruses where some Jane&#8217;s Addiction guitar strumming shows up. &#8220;Hollow Futures&#8221; sounds like the same thing, like ten Blank Dogs tracks remixed simultaneously by James Ferraro, in a good way (surely someone out there thinks such a scenario could possibly have a positive result). Gary War is really perfecting his &#8220;Where&#8217;s Waldo?&#8221; approach to songwriting; the big picture is fun yet hard to decipher, but if you start scanning around you&#8217;ll see all sorts of cool little happenings, maybe even Gary War himself, in that red and white-striped shirt and blue jeans.</p>
<p><font size=3><strong>Harlem</strong><font size=2> <em>Hippies</em> LP (Matador)<br />
<img src="/images/harlem.jpg">Three-piece Austin band Harlem have entered my world with <i>Hippies</i>, not a bad first impression for such a fun-loving bunch of disheveled hipsters. I&#8217;m too smart to let them date my daughters, but they&#8217;ve conjured a thick layer of charm here, especially with cuts like &#8220;Torture Me&#8221; and &#8220;Gay Human Bones&#8221; (yes&#8230; &#8220;Gay Human Bones&#8221;). Their jangly garage rock is shambolic and fun, like drinking beer in an old barn on Halloween, and for sixteen songs, I&#8217;ve detected a surprisingly low amount of crap. Still, sixteen songs is more than either volume of <i>Use Your Illusion</i>; I just can&#8217;t come up with a good reason why this couldn&#8217;t have been whittled down to a sensible twelve, so that I might make it all the way through more than twice. Retro-punk garage bands these days, I tell you&#8230; if they aren&#8217;t releasing a dozen limited splits and singles in the course of six months, they&#8217;re cramming all those songs on an album. Are guitar picks just really cheap these days or something? Why is this happening?</p>
<p><font size=3><strong>Hieroglyphic Being</strong><font size=2> <em>Ancient Echoes EP</em> 12&#8243; (+++)<br />
<img src="/images/hbeing.jpg">If you&#8217;re going to invoke an Egyptian-sounding alias to make electronic dance music, your game better be as hot as the Egyptian Lover and Hieroglyphic Being, the latter being Chicago&#8217;s own Jamal Moss. Moss likes to make his music both funky and sharp, and it comes through strong and clear on <i>Ancient Echoes EP</i>, a limited release featuring a couple older tracks that shouldn&#8217;t have waited in the can as long as they did. Like Omar S, I can&#8217;t help but picture Moss performing this music in real time with his hands, pushing buttons, slapping down piano chords, programming a bass thump with one hand and looping a melody with the other. Not many people have the skill or gumption to make house music in such a rudimentary way these days, but it comes through the recording in a manner that no Ableton function can fake. Doesn&#8217;t hurt that there&#8217;s always this primal hiss attached to Hieroglyphic Being&#8217;s hi-hats and claps, not in a &#8220;mastered from MP3s&#8221; way, but more like you are in Moss&#8217; basement sitting quietly beside him as he blasts it through an old Peavey amp. <i>Ancient Echoes</i> is great, but really I haven&#8217;t heard anything bearing the Hieroglyphic Being name that isn&#8217;t.</p>
<p><font size=3><strong>Lamps</strong><font size=2> <em>The Role of the Dogcatcher in African American Urban Folklore</em> 7&#8243; (Fan Death)<br />
<img src="/images/lampsdogcatcher.jpg">If you caught Lamps live recently, there&#8217;s a good chance they opened with &#8220;The Role of the Dogcatcher in African American Urban Folklore&#8221;. It&#8217;s a great opener, with Monty Buckles&#8217; subtle chiming giving no indication of the pounding onslaught to follow. Drummer Josh Erkman handles all the vocals here too, providing the perfect frustrated yelp for the proceedings. And you can play it twice before your Celeste pizza is ready in the microwave. Kinks cover &#8220;Salvation Road&#8221; takes a poppier turn for Lamps, but really I just want to hear them bashing away at everything, like they do on the a-side. </p>
<p><font size=3><strong>Leather</strong><font size=2> <em>Anchorite</em> 7&#8243; (Caesar Cuts)<br />
<img src="/images/leather.jpg">I&#8217;ve missed these guys like five times now, as is the eternal problem of trying to time it right to catch the opening band, but a 7&#8243; as killer as <i>Anchorite</i> is sure to bump them up in the lineup. The Leather demo kind of went in one ear and out the other, processed like any other noisy young hardcore band, but these four tracks offer a distinct and somewhat unique sound, although remaining firmly grounded in the hardcore punk echelon. Their advantage is mainly due to the voice of Alex Agran, who, when not using a wounded-dog scream, actually kind of sings. It genuinely connects Leather&#8217;s sound to classic hardcore punk (I&#8217;m thinking the <i>American Youth Report</i> compilation for reference), as Agran&#8217;s voice recalls a classic Keith Morris or Alec Mackaye, not one of today&#8217;s muffled and distorted dime-a-dozen hardcore screamers. &#8220;Prince of the Salon&#8221; takes that voice to its most intense degree, almost to an off-putting level, but a similar sensation was probably felt the first time anyone heard Darby Crash. The music is pretty great too, usually following a mid-paced Black Flag tempo with good riffing, talented drumming and just the right number of stops and starts. By the time the locked-groove ending of &#8220;Anchorite&#8221; hits, it&#8217;s hard to not be at least a little impressed.</p>
<p><font size=3><strong>Shawn David McMillen</strong><font size=2> <em>Dead Friends</em> LP (Tompkins Square)<br />
<img src="/images/sdmdead.jpg">I&#8217;m pretty sure I don&#8217;t ever want to know any musician&#8217;s middle name, but I&#8217;d be happy to invite Shawn David McMillen over for eggs sometime, as this record has somehow accompanied more than a couple breakfast preparations in my household. I was expecting somber singer-songwriter stuff, but <i>Dead Friends</i> is an LP rich with various semi-improvised, guitar-based mood pieces, usually quiet and chill but never without a sense that the whole thing could light up and explode at any moment. All sorts of instruments are going down; one long track even sounds like light harmony hippie-rock with a spoon caught in the garbage disposal, but it never feels forced or intentionally loopy. It&#8217;s kind of like if the three best Sunburned Hand of the Man guys got together in a real studio and made a record with Sunday brunch in mind. Really, not the type of record I&#8217;d intentionally go after, yet it keeps getting spun.</p>
<p><font size=3><strong>Neon Blud</strong><font size=2> <em>Whipps</em> 7&#8243; (Fan Death)<br />
<img src="/images/neonblud.jpg">Neon Blud are some Sonic Youth-inspired sonic youths from Florida, some of whom probably live in the same dilapidated house as the kids in Cult Ritual and Slavestate. <i>Whipps</i> starts off with some noisy lo-fi talking, kind of a litmus test to see if the listener is willing to move forward, and if so, enjoy this trove of crackly punk songs. Sonic Youth was not really a part of my 90&#8217;s musical landscape, so their looming influence here kind of leaves me hanging, but Neon Blud&#8217;s roots in basement hardcore shine through enough that I don&#8217;t mind sticking around, especially on b-side opener &#8220;Neon Anxiety&#8221; and whatever song it is where the singer asks &#8220;What would your mother say?&#8221; (I checked, it&#8217;s &#8220;Neon Wound Puncture 4 Pleasure&#8221;. Yes, all the titles are annoyingly self-referential; perhaps you&#8217;d prefer &#8220;BFF Blud&#8221;?) I guess it&#8217;s the b-side&#8217;s aggro tendencies that bring this one home for me, although I can&#8217;t imagine it&#8217;ll creep out of its sleeve and onto my turntable too often.</p>
<p><font size=3><strong>Ramadanman</strong><font size=2> <em>Ramadanman</em> 2&#215;12&#8243; (Hessle Audio)<br />
<img src="/images/ramadanmanselftitled.jpg">Just when you think you really know a guy, Ramadanman decides to put the <i>d</i>ubstep in I<i>D</i>M with this peculiar new EP. I&#8217;ve been along for the ride as Ramadanman transitioned from run-of-the-mill dubstep to a modern techno style all his own, which has led me to expect some more expertly-crafted dance music here, impenetrable yet soft to the touch. There&#8217;s no denying his post-graduate level of craftsmanship, as practically every sound is painted with a unique brush; focus on any repeating sound and you&#8217;ll notice the filtering, echoes and effects that constantly morph and twist it, from garish synths to the smallest hi-hat tick. &#8220;I Beg You&#8221; and chopped raver &#8220;Don&#8217;t Change For Me&#8221; are the only tracks you&#8217;d have any real chance at dancing to, the other four are more like intense fleeting thoughts that Ramadanman has captured on wax. I still love this guy, and the Hessle Audio full-color die-cut cover double 12&#8243; release is something I hope they continue with, but this one is just too strange and disjointed for me to want to hear over and over again. Ramadanman filled this double 12&#8243; with fantastic, meticulous sketches, I just prefer his full-color prints.</p>
<p><font size=3><strong>Shake</strong><font size=2> <em>Thought Processes</em> 12&#8243; (Frictional)<br />
<img src="/images/shaketp.jpg">Anthony &#8220;Shake&#8221; Shakir recently received a hefty fifteen-year retrospective in the form of a 4xLP set. Never came across his music previously, but downloading that thing was kind of a mistake&#8230; I&#8217;d need to invest at least forty hours of listening time just to begin to soak up and process what Shake has created since Bill Clinton was in office. I&#8217;ve kept a distance from that intimidating set, but in the meantime, picked up this new 12&#8243; on his own label, which has proven to be a much more manageable affair. He&#8217;s got kind of a minimal Detroit vibe here, a style he probably originated, with a fair number of twists and turns through some chugging beats and warped melodies. Four distinct tracks here, which really makes <i>Thought Processes</i> a nice modern introduction for someone like myself. My favorite of the four is &#8220;Psychotic Tango&#8221;, not just because of the title, but because it fuses smooth with hectic, a wonderful contradiction indeed.</p>
<p><font size=3><strong>Shit &#038; Shine</strong><font size=2> <em>Bass Puppy</em> 12&#8243; (Badmaster / Suicide Tax)<br />
<img src="/images/shitshine.jpg">It was only a matter of time before some English noise group appropriated the sounds of dubstep to their own twisted ends, and I can&#8217;t think of a better band for the task than Shit &#038; Shine, who have toyed with various musical boundaries in the past (multiple drummers, pure noise, sludge-rock, the list goes on). &#8220;Bass Puppy&#8221; is pretty sweet, focused on a nasty thug-step bass line ala Caspa or Ed Solo, real slow and filthy. Don&#8217;t expect any intriguing choruses or codas here, &#8220;Bass Puppy&#8221; is the monotonous sound of a forest being slowly destroyed by tanks (check the &#8220;alternate endings&#8221; portion of your <i>Avatar</i> DVD); it&#8217;s not a pleasant time. Various samples and screams interrupt on occasion, but there is no stopping that bass, especially as it speeds up a bit towards the end. &#8220;Fuck You Folk Singers&#8221; does essentially the same thing, albeit with a more engaging vocal sample (who doesn&#8217;t want to stick it to those damned folk singers, at least once in a while) and a bass line that is less a force of destruction than an unwavering sonic wall. I&#8217;ll be honest, both tracks kind of drag by the end, but this convergence of dubstep bass and angry, anti-social noise-rock is one that Shit &#038; Shine definitely needs to further explore.</p>
<p><font size=3><strong>Society Nurse</strong><font size=2> <em>Junk Existence EP</em> 7&#8243; (Iron Lung)<br />
<img src="/images/snurse.jpg">Has hardcore punk finally run out of words to combine with &#8220;society&#8221;? I mean, does a Society Nurse really sound that bad or brutal? Are we dealing with an evil nurse; maybe that&#8217;s it? Before I get a migraine, I&#8217;m going to focus on the music, a savory set of three burly hardcore cuts. Like every good hardcore band these days, there&#8217;s some sort of debt to Void being paid here, but Society Nurse have a bit more froth at their mouths and a meatier bass sound than most of their ilk. Reminds me of Copout if they ever made it into a decent studio, or Los Crudos if they developed a serious Scandinavian influence. That&#8217;s about as awkward of a description as I can come up with. Pretty sure Society Nurse refer to Planet Earth as a &#8220;rock of shit floating in an astral septic tank&#8221; in the title track - while you ponder that, I&#8217;m going to flip this one over again.</p>
<p><font size=3><strong>T++</strong><font size=2> <em>Wireless</em> 2&#215;12&#8243; (Honest Jon&#8217;s)<br />
<img src="/images/tpluswireless.jpg">It&#8217;s with a heavy heart that I discuss T++&#8217;s <i>Wireless</i>, as news has come across my desk that this is Torsten Profrock&#8217;s final outing under the T++ name. T++ has provided me with hours of electronic entertainment, frequently blurring the line between dubstep, experimental electronic music, minimal techno and <i>Judgment Day</i> sounds. (You know that synth pulse when there&#8217;s a Terminator nearby? Profrock has mastered that tone.) It was with slight surprise then that I found the four tracks on here to offer little in the way of long-form Krauty repetition and dying cyborg sounds; instead, <i>Wireless</i> is like some comment on a futuristic third world country, from the use of traditional African samples (both instrumental and vocal), snappy Jungle tempos and intense processing of all the sounds within. The speed and complexity here is enough to leave my head spinning - sure, I can bob my head to most of <i>Wireless</i>, but I&#8217;m left disoriented afterward, especially after listening on headphones (or whenever that queasy sample floats in on &#8220;Anyi&#8221;). It&#8217;s not a feeling I crave too often, but if T++ wants to shake the blood out of my skull on his final record, I graciously accept.</p>
<p><font size=3><strong>Tinsel Teeth</strong><font size=2> <em>Trash as the Trophy</em> CD (Load)<br />
<img src="/images/tinselteeth.jpg">I once showed up at a Tinsel Teeth show after they had already played, but they left a mark unlike most other bands: the floor was splattered with red and green goo, confetti and some sort of shredded cloth, the type of slippery stain that showgoers continued to accidentally stand in through the remainder of the evening. There aren&#8217;t many bands that leave that sort of stink hours after their performance, but Tinsel Teeth seem to revel in that sort of disgust, eager to show you their snot if it prompts a dry heave. Going on that, and the Load reputation, I was expecting to hear something like Kites with irritable bowel syndrome, but it turns out Tinsel Teeth are a straight-up gnarly rock band. If Six Finger Satellite are Providence&#8217;s Charlie Brown, <i>Trash As the Trophy</i> makes a clear stab at Pigpen, with grooving AmRep guitars and an unsafe forward motion. The female vocalist flips the script with a meaty bellow, about 100,000 leagues deeper than Daniel of Mi Ami, snarling her way through each track like a nastier version of Damad&#8217;s Victoria Scalisi. Pretty sure there&#8217;s a YouTube video of Tinsel Teeth&#8217;s singer slowly and repeatedly beating up some drunk dork in a basement, which sums up their style better than any written word.</p>
<p><font size=3><strong>Tusk Lord</strong><font size=2> <em>Meeting Blood Sentinels</em> 7&#8243; (Dear Skull / Mind Cure)<br />
<img src="/images/tusklord.jpg">The hell, this is what Tusk Lord sounds like? I understand it&#8217;s a Slices dude and various friends, and I remember hearing reports of a Tusk Lord live show summoning some dark and stormy guitar drone. The unblinking eyes on the cover had me ready to get swept up in some sort of Dead C haze, but when I put it on&#8230; 50&#8217;s sock-hop pop-rock with a deep detached baritone. Is this a piss-take on something or someone? Still in disbelief, I flip it over and the two b-side cuts are along the same lines, maybe a little more dour and befitting of the vocals, which have really called to mind King Darves at this point. My world is no longer shook, and I have come to terms with the fact that this is what Tusk Lord is, but still&#8230; the next Tusk Lord record better sound like the Meatshits, that&#8217;s all I&#8217;m saying.</p>
<p><font size=3><strong>Vermillion Sands</strong><font size=2> <em>Something Wrong / Mother of Earth</em> 7&#8243; (Hell, Yes!)<br />
<img src="/images/vsands.jpg">Could&#8217;ve sworn I checked out Vermillion Sands before and it was mopey lo-fi country, but maybe I screwed up, because &#8220;Something Wrong&#8221; is fun as could be. For an Italian group, they sound more likely to have devoured a bowl full of cornbread and grits than pasta and meatballs; even the singer has a light twang to her voice that doesn&#8217;t sound forced or fake. Lots of boozy slide-guitar on both sides, with &#8220;Mother of Earth&#8221; sounding like April March guesting on a Johnny Cash tune. This isn&#8217;t normally my sort of thing, but the charm of Vermillion Sands operates on a gamma level, capable of penetrating even the most calloused of pretentious music-writing buttheads to their very cores.</p>
<p><font size=3><strong>Whatever Brains</strong><font size=2> <em>Nesting</em> 7&#8243; (Funny / Not Funny)<br />
<img src="/images/wbnesting.jpg">I dug the other Whatever Brains single I heard, even uploaded their CDr to my iPod (and to take things further, I actually remembered that I did that and purposefully listened to it). After flipping <i>Nesting</i> a few times, I still dig this band a whole bunch. The first two tracks remind me of The Intelligence and The Thermals, although something about their performance and flair is enough for me to distinctly identify this as the &#8220;Whatever Brains Sound&#8221;. &#8220;Nesting&#8221; almost has a Neutral Milk Hotel feel to it, which I might not have picked up if they didn&#8217;t cover Neutral Milk Hotel on that CDr, but it&#8217;s there, at least until they get going into another Intelligence-y serving of wobbly indie-punk. I like this band, what can I say. Just wish they would&#8217;ve provided something readable on this record; I know my contacts are expired, but it took me a couple weeks to notice the songs on the back cover. These guys aren&#8217;t such <i>artistes</i> that their artwork needs to give me such a hard time.</p>
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