Thursday, March 1, 2012
all in the family.
I had written a post the other day, with a video embedded of some whiny milquetoast complaining that some people are raising their kids to think that homosexuality is wrong and these people are intolerant and that CPS should take their kids away; the 'tolerant' being intolerant themselves, basically.
After much thought, I recognized that it wasn't a very good post at all, as I had failed to convey my point, namely that the people who complain the loudest about tolerating other people's differences are often the most likely to resort to name calling and threats of violence and other such repugnant shit of that nature. Not to get all Jesus on anyone but isn't that perpetuating the problem? Shit, man, I just want to be left alone, as I'm sure all of you do, too.
Anyway, I stumbled on this track and it reminded me of GG's poppier (not poopier, that's gross) moments. Anyone know anything about these guys? Funny stuff.
Sunday, February 26, 2012
They gots nutraments.
Best put this on while having a late night beer and/or square, and contemplate the strange times we live in.
Get it here.
Thursday, February 23, 2012
Sunday, February 19, 2012
oh really?
Initially I was perusing a website called I Hate Men, as feminism and misandry are amusing to me (white cis-male privilege FTW). Eventually I began to look up other people that have a penchant for ill will towards men (some or all) and that lead me to Louis Farrakhan, leader of the Nation of Islam. It's an interesting article and the man himself seems to be very well spoken and educated, charismatic even. What I was not aware of was the tension between Jews and black people, so imagine my surprise when learning that the NOI published a book called The Secret Relationship Between Blacks and Jews.
Of course, I had to read it. I just acquired it myself, so it would be premature to comment on it at all. In any case, though, here it is in case any of you would like to read it as well.
Of course, I had to read it. I just acquired it myself, so it would be premature to comment on it at all. In any case, though, here it is in case any of you would like to read it as well.
Monday, February 13, 2012
John Hutchison's Serious Shit (tm)
John Hutchison (the MP3 misspells the name, but I was too lazy to catch it before I uploaded it so bleh) basically blows massive amounts of electricity through piles of old military and industrial hardware and makes physics get a weird. There was a time and a day when you could peruse the local junk yard and find 500 lbs of industrial cable and a mercury arc rectifier.
Art Bell gives a fantastic interview, dig in.
Wednesday, February 8, 2012
Colas de Rata
While some blahgs are shutting down (understandably), I have no qualms about continuing onward. Anyway...I was perusing the MDF line-up for any notable changes when a name caught my eye: BRUJERIA. Having seen the name around but never hearing any of their stuff, I decided to check 'em out and holy shit am I glad I did.
Their schtick revolves around the idea that they're human trafficking, drug smuggling, Satanic grind overlords. Pretty fuckin' weird, right? I was sold. Dude's voice reminds me of some general in a narco-terrorist army. The lyrics are all sung in Spanish and if you look them up, they range from hilarious to pretty heavy. From what I've read, Dino (of Fear Factory notoriety) started this band with a bunch of dudes from various bands (Shane Embury from Napalm Death being one that comes to mind). Needless to say, I'm pretty stoked that they're gonna be at MDF this year.
Dig In, suckers.
Friday, February 3, 2012
Deaf for days.
Motorhead was the loudest goddamned thing I have ever fucking witnessed in all of my 27 years on this planet. That show is on par with the time my grandma took me to see Maiden (she knew more of the lyrics than I did).
Tuesday, January 31, 2012
so...?
Well, it's been just under two weeks and it seems our section of the blogging world hasn't quite shut down yet. Some lost everything but that doesn't seem to be as prevalent as was originally thought. Granted, we still don't know what's around the corner, but for now it seems like business as usual. I don't really have any advice or contingency plan, but as shown in the previous post, we've got a man on the job should any future bullshittery arise.
That said, I do have a couple of suggestions: Idle Genocide posted something from Nigel Pepper Cock, who are/were something of a 'super-group' if you will. I'd liken them to an American Turbonegro circa Ass Cobra, perhaps a little more unhinged.
Second: Found this while searching for an NPC song ('How 'Bout A Massage?') and have been slowly reading my way through it. Thumbs up all around.
I won't say it's a return to business as usual, but the crackdown seems to have shifted into a lower gear. Don't be surprised if shit pops off again, but for now, just roll with it, I guess.
So, fellers, what's good?
That said, I do have a couple of suggestions: Idle Genocide posted something from Nigel Pepper Cock, who are/were something of a 'super-group' if you will. I'd liken them to an American Turbonegro circa Ass Cobra, perhaps a little more unhinged.
Second: Found this while searching for an NPC song ('How 'Bout A Massage?') and have been slowly reading my way through it. Thumbs up all around.
I won't say it's a return to business as usual, but the crackdown seems to have shifted into a lower gear. Don't be surprised if shit pops off again, but for now, just roll with it, I guess.
So, fellers, what's good?
Saturday, January 28, 2012
Martha Stewart's Joy of Living Changed My Life
Here's a little something I cooked up at the dope house...
Tuesday, January 24, 2012
Get it while you can
"Mediafire was called to testify in the next 90 days and will open its doors to the FBI."
Shit is definitely hitting the fan. As of right now all the links I've shared are still operational, but I can only speak for myself. Toxicbreed's Funhouse, SGM and Angry Chairs have all been hit. Its only a matter of time.
Grab everything you can and fucking run.
<3 Charlie
Shit is definitely hitting the fan. As of right now all the links I've shared are still operational, but I can only speak for myself. Toxicbreed's Funhouse, SGM and Angry Chairs have all been hit. Its only a matter of time.
Grab everything you can and fucking run.
<3 Charlie
Monday, January 23, 2012
Noise Annoys
Defense Authorization (LRAD Mix)
Any/all collaboration welcome. Charlie said it needs more wipeouts. *hint* Nick *hint*
Update: Nicks' Redux
Defense Authorization (Never Surrender Remix) by Omaha Industries
Any/all collaboration welcome. Charlie said it needs more wipeouts. *hint* Nick *hint*
Update: Nicks' Redux
Defense Authorization (Never Surrender Remix) by Omaha Industries
Friday, January 20, 2012
It's the suede-denim secret police!
I take it you've heard the news?
A bunch of blogs I frequent have basically gotten ass-jammed, this one is no exception. Word on the street is Mediafire is next.
It seemed to me that the newest crop of bands, whoever's big right now, just kinda accepted that sharing music, while not immediately profitable, was a boon to their cause. Sure, there's a certain percentage of assholes who just hoard music and offer nothing in the way of support, but it seems that there are still a large number of people who are willing and perhaps even eager to support their favorite bands. I mean, didn't Coachella sell out? Isn't MDF pretty close to selling out? Of course, these are huge package deals, but that's still a point worth noting. Didn't musicians have to rely on some sort of network of other musicians way back when, to help with orchestrating shows and getting the word out? That should be easier now than ever before. Granted, the life of a touring act can be quite haggard, but isn't that just part of the job?
Anyway...we'll have to wait and see what comes of all this. I get the feeling that it may be the beginning of a domino effect, not just for uploading sites and music sharing, but for the internet in general.
I had read somewhere that in response to MU getting shut down, Anonymous attacked a couple of government websites. The ease with which Anonymous seems to be able to shut down government sites is almost alarming. Perhaps there's a few in high places? Hard to say, considering how divided they come off as most of the time.
In regards to the article, it's kind of a bummer that the prosecution is referring to the company as 'Mega Conspiracy' because, really? Is that how you choose to perceive this? Still, though, to be entirely honest, I don't want some federal shit-head kicking in my door.
Fuck. I don't know what this means for Team Little Things, or any number of the other blogs of our ilk. I plan to keep writing (and hopefully getting better at it) and hopefully the other dudes on deck will, too, but it's hard to say where things are headed.
In any case, I hope that despite what happens, the few people who do read this shit decide to stick around and converse and trade ideas and all the other stuff that the internet affords us.
Should everything go south and the whole game is changed, thanks for reading this meandering rant. I hope that in the short time we've been around, someone somewhere discovered something worthwhile. If nothing changes, thanks still anyway, and hopefully there will be even more stuff to dig on and enjoy.
Bong rips and bacon strips to our blahg-roll and to the handful of followers we've accumulated. No love for the prosecution (eat a dick).
xoxo
Czar Nicholas
CEO and God-Emperor of Little Things, Inc.
a subsidiary of Omaha Industries
Wednesday, January 18, 2012
The 90s...who knew?
Points awarded to whoever gets the reference in the title of this post.
I was a dopey kid in the 90s. In 1990, I was six. 90% of the music I was exposed to up to that point came from my pops, who has a pretty eclectic taste as it were. I remember getting my first stereo in '95 or so, which was a huge deal to me. It was finally possible to try out stuff on my own, make mixtapes, and most importantly, to do so at high volumes. The first two albums I owned were Mellow Gold by Beck (which is still pretty killer, if you ask me) and Superunknown, which might have been Soundgarden's high point.
That stereo lasted me through most of high school, and was a pretty crucial element in my progress as a musician. If I could count how many hours I put into learning all my favorite songs and albums note for note, well, it'd be a ridiculous amount. While most of the dudes my age were listening to radio rap and getting busy with chicks, I was hunkered down in front of my stereo, learning from Cliff Burton, Geezer Butler, Steve Harris, and so on and so forth.
I didn't appreciate the pop music of the age, and while I'm not nostalgic for the 90s like some pansies seem to be, I certainly appreciate it a lot more now. Here's some choice cuts courtesy of screwtube. Without further ado:
Chick vocalists didn't used to do anything for me. Most still don't. This song stood out to me because it may have been the first time I'd heard a girl scream in a musical context. Prior to that, it was all domestic violence charges and footie pajamas.
The pedigree of this band was lost on me until way later. This album was a lot of weird fun, from what I remember (which is, admittedly, spotty at best).
dedicated to my nigga Grimmdale:
The big single from this cat's breakthrough album; I'm pretty sure it was nominated for some big award but under the rap category. I still get an itch every once in a while to play this album (and record a cover of 'Mutherfucker').
one for my dude T-Diddy:
Punk, as a genre and lifestyle, hadn't really entered my scope until a few years later, when it was of the utmost importance to be a dyed in the wool 'trve' punk, complete with stupid hair, eyeliner, pre-fab weirdo suit, the whole nine yards. What a stupid little prick I was then. Me now would stomp the shit out of me then, provided time travel were possible.
One of my step-sisters got this album on tape, and we used to hang out and talk about stupid people at school and listen to it. She was/may still be a pathological liar. It's cool, though, God kicked her right in the baby-maker.
I don't give a fuck, I still dig on the album this came from. Also, there seems to have been a pretty distinct shift around '94 and shit just got angsty. I mean, the whole point of mainstream music is to move the product and who's more gullible than dumbass teenagers? Still, I followed trends and bought embarrassing albums because this was pre-internet, so it was a lot harder to buy into a sub-culture. I was a stupid teenage consumer in gigantic fucking clown pants:
I had a major boner for goofy mainstream industrial pop shit. Part of it had to do with my absolute love of Ministry, as Psalm 69
was downright frightening to listen to when you're entirely too high to deal with life or your parents. The other part, I guess, was the correlation I drew between shit like this and the Cars. It had something to do with embracing technology and expanding one's sound with the aid of new programs and synths and whatnot. Thinking about it now, there isn't much that separates 80s New Wave from 90s mainstream industrial swill, except for a little macho posturing. Shit.
So while I'd love to dedicate more space to it, this seems like the proper place to close:
Most 90s nostalgia confounds me to no end, as it seems those who worship at it's altar are kids who were born then and fail to recognize how much different the world was (not to sound like an oldfag); Rolling Stone and MTV were the biggest sources I could think of to cull music from, and not being able to drive really put a damper on expanding beyond that. Still, I was inspired enough to start a band that lasted a while and got some recognition and got laid for the first time back then, so it wasn't all bad. Considering how retro-trends tend to cycle, aren't about due for a JNCO revival?
Speaking of which, I leave you with what may have been the heaviest thing I'd ever heard up to that point. First time I heard it was on this late night radio show on 106.5 THE BUZZ (or some other such stupid extreme 90s nomenclature, ask Tron, he might remember...):
I was a dopey kid in the 90s. In 1990, I was six. 90% of the music I was exposed to up to that point came from my pops, who has a pretty eclectic taste as it were. I remember getting my first stereo in '95 or so, which was a huge deal to me. It was finally possible to try out stuff on my own, make mixtapes, and most importantly, to do so at high volumes. The first two albums I owned were Mellow Gold by Beck (which is still pretty killer, if you ask me) and Superunknown, which might have been Soundgarden's high point.
That stereo lasted me through most of high school, and was a pretty crucial element in my progress as a musician. If I could count how many hours I put into learning all my favorite songs and albums note for note, well, it'd be a ridiculous amount. While most of the dudes my age were listening to radio rap and getting busy with chicks, I was hunkered down in front of my stereo, learning from Cliff Burton, Geezer Butler, Steve Harris, and so on and so forth.
I didn't appreciate the pop music of the age, and while I'm not nostalgic for the 90s like some pansies seem to be, I certainly appreciate it a lot more now. Here's some choice cuts courtesy of screwtube. Without further ado:
Chick vocalists didn't used to do anything for me. Most still don't. This song stood out to me because it may have been the first time I'd heard a girl scream in a musical context. Prior to that, it was all domestic violence charges and footie pajamas.
The pedigree of this band was lost on me until way later. This album was a lot of weird fun, from what I remember (which is, admittedly, spotty at best).
dedicated to my nigga Grimmdale:
The big single from this cat's breakthrough album; I'm pretty sure it was nominated for some big award but under the rap category. I still get an itch every once in a while to play this album (and record a cover of 'Mutherfucker').
one for my dude T-Diddy:
Punk, as a genre and lifestyle, hadn't really entered my scope until a few years later, when it was of the utmost importance to be a dyed in the wool 'trve' punk, complete with stupid hair, eyeliner, pre-fab weirdo suit, the whole nine yards. What a stupid little prick I was then. Me now would stomp the shit out of me then, provided time travel were possible.
One of my step-sisters got this album on tape, and we used to hang out and talk about stupid people at school and listen to it. She was/may still be a pathological liar. It's cool, though, God kicked her right in the baby-maker.
I don't give a fuck, I still dig on the album this came from. Also, there seems to have been a pretty distinct shift around '94 and shit just got angsty. I mean, the whole point of mainstream music is to move the product and who's more gullible than dumbass teenagers? Still, I followed trends and bought embarrassing albums because this was pre-internet, so it was a lot harder to buy into a sub-culture. I was a stupid teenage consumer in gigantic fucking clown pants:
I had a major boner for goofy mainstream industrial pop shit. Part of it had to do with my absolute love of Ministry, as Psalm 69
was downright frightening to listen to when you're entirely too high to deal with life or your parents. The other part, I guess, was the correlation I drew between shit like this and the Cars. It had something to do with embracing technology and expanding one's sound with the aid of new programs and synths and whatnot. Thinking about it now, there isn't much that separates 80s New Wave from 90s mainstream industrial swill, except for a little macho posturing. Shit.
So while I'd love to dedicate more space to it, this seems like the proper place to close:
Most 90s nostalgia confounds me to no end, as it seems those who worship at it's altar are kids who were born then and fail to recognize how much different the world was (not to sound like an oldfag); Rolling Stone and MTV were the biggest sources I could think of to cull music from, and not being able to drive really put a damper on expanding beyond that. Still, I was inspired enough to start a band that lasted a while and got some recognition and got laid for the first time back then, so it wasn't all bad. Considering how retro-trends tend to cycle, aren't about due for a JNCO revival?
Speaking of which, I leave you with what may have been the heaviest thing I'd ever heard up to that point. First time I heard it was on this late night radio show on 106.5 THE BUZZ (or some other such stupid extreme 90s nomenclature, ask Tron, he might remember...):
Cars and Girls
Well shit-goddamn, it took some doing, but I finally figured out what was up with this machine that prohibited me from uploading anything (had to change browsers and resort to MU, but still, bitch about it, will ya?)
Anywho, what I present to you today is an album near and dear to me: Go Girl Crazy! by the Dictators.
For those of you not in the know, they were part of the early punk scene in New York, and totally overlooked; how often do "punks these days" name-drop the Dictators? This is a snotty record with songs about girls, cars, food, and just generally being a bored individual in the Big Shitty, all of the issues pertinent to a young Rock and/or Roller. Interesting factoid: Ross The Boss went on to play in fucking Manowar, of all bands. Weird, no? The guitars are pretty great, Handsome Dick Manitoba is great, the whole fucking thing is just a blast. If anyone digs this, I have Bloodbrothers, their next album, which is also pretty killer.
My favorite tracks are 'Cars and Girls' and 'Two Tub Man'; the lyrics are what does it for me. Dig in already, what are you waiting for?!
Anywho, what I present to you today is an album near and dear to me: Go Girl Crazy! by the Dictators.
For those of you not in the know, they were part of the early punk scene in New York, and totally overlooked; how often do "punks these days" name-drop the Dictators? This is a snotty record with songs about girls, cars, food, and just generally being a bored individual in the Big Shitty, all of the issues pertinent to a young Rock and/or Roller. Interesting factoid: Ross The Boss went on to play in fucking Manowar, of all bands. Weird, no? The guitars are pretty great, Handsome Dick Manitoba is great, the whole fucking thing is just a blast. If anyone digs this, I have Bloodbrothers, their next album, which is also pretty killer.
My favorite tracks are 'Cars and Girls' and 'Two Tub Man'; the lyrics are what does it for me. Dig in already, what are you waiting for?!
Tuesday, January 17, 2012
Friday, January 13, 2012
Long Live Diamond Dave
We're all friends here and I assume we all have a undying appreciation for Van Halen. Hell, even the Van Hagar days had a few jams that I can get down with.
Recently while our fair lad Jules was in town hanging out we decided to listen to the self titled album. Everyone should have been stoked right?
Wrong.
A bunch of the turds that live around here consider themselves to be pretty "varied" in music tastes, but to them that just means they switch between grindcore and fastcore.
See, me personally, I really don't dig faster jams. I've tried, but I really can't get into it.
"Oh, you have a 30 second song? How much effort did you really put into it, honestly? Why does it sound like the other 15 'songs' that you have?"
Maybe I'm just one of those dudes that don't "Get It".
Anyways, we were listening to VH and one of the local dudes defiantly proclaims "Van Halen fucking sucks". This combination of words evoked a deep and bitter rage that can easily cause me to create a hate crime. Me and Jules immediately replied with a jubilant "Fuck you, asshole" and the dude just kept going on stating that he hates Van Halen without giving any real reasoning behind it. Then one of the other dudes chimed in and jumped on the "Halen Hate" bandwagon. I made a remark that if you don't like Van Halen, you don't like music in general. A pretty bold statement I know, but I stick by my words. Then Jules began to ask the dude:
Do you like to party?
Yeah!
Do you like pussy?
Yeah!
Do you like coke?
Fuck yeah!
Then you like Van Halen, dipshit.
Needless to say that put a end to all faggotry.
Now to get to the reason why I'm writing all this bullshit. As some of you may know, the original VH lineup is back together (Minus Michael Anthony) and are touring/releasing a new album. They have released a new single and made a new video which you can watch below.
The original news of the kinda-classic lineup had me both weary and stoked at the same time. But after watching/listening to the new song, my heart was in shambles. I mean, yeah, I should have expected it but a dude can have DREAMS, right? (seewhatIdidthere)
Anywho, even though this new single blows pretty hard, I still respect the shit out of them (minus Wolfgang. Get fucked, dude. Bring back Michael).
During my daily messageboard asshole-ery, the topic of new VH came up and this is what conspired:
horseheadxbookends 1/13/2012 3:03:28 PM
hagar > roth
CharlieBiller 1/13/2012 3:05:29 PM
I will meet you anywhere in NYC right now and kill you for that comment.
Long Live Diamond Dave
/Rant
Thursday, January 12, 2012
Don't Work Hard
Okay, so, the usual upload sites I use are being sketchy as fuck. I'll get some shit up soon.
In the meantime:
In the meantime:
ladies and germs, may i have your attention.
Word has just gotten to me about my dude Julie starting his own blogging venture: peep that shit here and help a fledgling blog out.
I can't vouch that you'll dig all of what he posts (I thought the post tagged Harm's Way was about the hardcore band, not some nerd metal shit, BOOOO.) but there's always that chance you'll strike gold and dig on some stuff you've never heard of before.
Anywho:
Yeah, there's some jams queued up, and more general weirdness on the horizon. No excuses, just busy with some shit. Total dog shit, I know, but I've been listening to more new stuff, so, at the end of the day, everyone will benefit, or something to that effect.
Peace and bacon grease
I can't vouch that you'll dig all of what he posts (I thought the post tagged Harm's Way was about the hardcore band, not some nerd metal shit, BOOOO.) but there's always that chance you'll strike gold and dig on some stuff you've never heard of before.
Anywho:
Yeah, there's some jams queued up, and more general weirdness on the horizon. No excuses, just busy with some shit. Total dog shit, I know, but I've been listening to more new stuff, so, at the end of the day, everyone will benefit, or something to that effect.
Peace and bacon grease
Sunday, January 8, 2012
the follow-up.
Thanks to everyone who chimed in on the last post. I don't intend to make my personal shit known to the whole of the aether, because, honestly, it doesn't concern anyone else, although, again, thanks to all who responded.
It just really feels like stupidity became airborne and contagious last month; a bunch of my friends and acquaintances are making really dumb decisions, most of which don't affect me in the slightest, but there are a few that do, and, of course, no one listens to a goddamn word I say.
Anyway: I never got a chance to talk to my dude. Word on the street is he had to move out of his apartment due to some unforeseen circumstances and had to be out yesterday sometime. Haven't heard a peep. From what I figure, his phone is turned off and he's out of town. After dwelling on this bullshit for entirely too long, I've set aside whatever I need to say for when/if the time comes and have decided to just move forward.
Over the weekend, I have managed to find some great records (actual records, mind you), pick up the sticks and wail on the kit, and correspond with some local dudes about starting yet another band. I full intend to start tinkering with electronics soon, pedals and whatnot, so that's on the horizon. Ideally, a spot will open up for the night shift at the Circle K and then I can get paid to stand around and be bored. Wishful thinking, I 'spose.
Anywho, fuck this rambling bullshit. I'll do my best to keep my shit under wraps and make with the fucking jams already. As for all the positive shit I've spewed, I'll probably update y'all (even if you don't care) so...yeah.
Seriously, though, thanks for all the help.
In the meantime, until one of us here at Little Things figures out something to post, y'all should check out that Death Grips joint over at Throat Burned Out, who are one of the most consistently good music blogs out there. After my first listen through, I had to play it about 3 or 4 more times, it's that good.
So this is your pal, Czar Nicholas, signing off...til next time motherfuckers, bong rips and bacon strips for all!
It just really feels like stupidity became airborne and contagious last month; a bunch of my friends and acquaintances are making really dumb decisions, most of which don't affect me in the slightest, but there are a few that do, and, of course, no one listens to a goddamn word I say.
Anyway: I never got a chance to talk to my dude. Word on the street is he had to move out of his apartment due to some unforeseen circumstances and had to be out yesterday sometime. Haven't heard a peep. From what I figure, his phone is turned off and he's out of town. After dwelling on this bullshit for entirely too long, I've set aside whatever I need to say for when/if the time comes and have decided to just move forward.
Over the weekend, I have managed to find some great records (actual records, mind you), pick up the sticks and wail on the kit, and correspond with some local dudes about starting yet another band. I full intend to start tinkering with electronics soon, pedals and whatnot, so that's on the horizon. Ideally, a spot will open up for the night shift at the Circle K and then I can get paid to stand around and be bored. Wishful thinking, I 'spose.
Anywho, fuck this rambling bullshit. I'll do my best to keep my shit under wraps and make with the fucking jams already. As for all the positive shit I've spewed, I'll probably update y'all (even if you don't care) so...yeah.
Seriously, though, thanks for all the help.
In the meantime, until one of us here at Little Things figures out something to post, y'all should check out that Death Grips joint over at Throat Burned Out, who are one of the most consistently good music blogs out there. After my first listen through, I had to play it about 3 or 4 more times, it's that good.
So this is your pal, Czar Nicholas, signing off...til next time motherfuckers, bong rips and bacon strips for all!
Friday, January 6, 2012
i need advice.
How do you tell someone that they're a chronic fuck-up and their current plan of action is absolutely the wrong idea?
My drummer and good friend has decided to marry a girl he met on Craig's List a month ago. She's got a kid from her previous marriage and from what I've heard, she has a stalker. I guess they're talking about having a kid together, which horrifies me to no end. He proposed the idea to me saying "doesn't the world need more people like us?"
No, not really. I can barely take care of myself some days; there's no room for another chronically depressed agoraphobe with poor hygiene and substance abuse problems.
Anyway: he's my dude, so it's difficult to find a diplomatic way to put it. At the same time, though, he's been increasingly flaky, which is affecting the band, or, more directly, me, personally. I'm alternately pissed and bummed out.
Do I just let it ride out and blow up in his face, or is there some way I can phrase this without sounding like an asshole?
My drummer and good friend has decided to marry a girl he met on Craig's List a month ago. She's got a kid from her previous marriage and from what I've heard, she has a stalker. I guess they're talking about having a kid together, which horrifies me to no end. He proposed the idea to me saying "doesn't the world need more people like us?"
No, not really. I can barely take care of myself some days; there's no room for another chronically depressed agoraphobe with poor hygiene and substance abuse problems.
Anyway: he's my dude, so it's difficult to find a diplomatic way to put it. At the same time, though, he's been increasingly flaky, which is affecting the band, or, more directly, me, personally. I'm alternately pissed and bummed out.
Do I just let it ride out and blow up in his face, or is there some way I can phrase this without sounding like an asshole?
Tuesday, January 3, 2012
Paul Is Dead.
I went through a phase where anything even remotely "old" was derided as useless and irrelevant. Boy was I a dope.
I remember ranting against any form of Beatles worship, saying something along the lines of 'they made rock and roll safe, it's like pulling teeth from tigers.'
The early stuff serves as a starting point for all the shit that came later. It's not my favorite, but it's the beginnings of something that went on to influence countless people to form bands, write songs, embrace art, and that's still pretty fucking amazing to me. Once they started to get weird, that's where I start to pay attention. The White album is probably my favorite, but, I mean, did they ever write anything out and out horrible? That's subjective, don't answer that.
Anywho: If you can't tell, this is the moments before snapping the picture for what would become the cover for Abbey Road. Kind of interesting, if one is into that kind of thing.
Sunday, January 1, 2012
Saturday, December 24, 2011
Slayer for Christmas
Every year, I try to remember to do a Christmas post of some sort, usually posting an album that has little to do with the nature of the holiday.
About 4 years ago, I played this song at midnight, while me and RJM hung out and got high. It's played every year since, and I intend to play it tonight after I get home from all the family bullshit. Don't get me wrong, love my family, just in small doses. Anyway: join me in celebrating this year by blasting Slayer at (in)appropriate hours, at inhuman volumes, and enjoy the holiday proper.
About 4 years ago, I played this song at midnight, while me and RJM hung out and got high. It's played every year since, and I intend to play it tonight after I get home from all the family bullshit. Don't get me wrong, love my family, just in small doses. Anyway: join me in celebrating this year by blasting Slayer at (in)appropriate hours, at inhuman volumes, and enjoy the holiday proper.
Wednesday, December 21, 2011
Gatronomy Grab-bag
I got this unsolicited message on my last.fm earlier; "...If you like Hunab Ku, Converge, The Dillinger Escape Plan, Mr. Bungle, etc. give it a try. Cheers! PS: please, share it if you like it! Thanks." I can get to that.
As far as I can tell the sender used to be in this band, they were from Croatia, and they really liked Mr. Bungle.
Also, Danzig?
Hesus Attor - Sonic Gastronomy Volume 1
Check it out. I did.
As far as I can tell the sender used to be in this band, they were from Croatia, and they really liked Mr. Bungle.
Also, Danzig?
Hesus Attor - Sonic Gastronomy Volume 1
Check it out. I did.
2011 can suck my dick.
I have seen countless year end "best of" lists, and with greater frequency as the year winds down. Depending on the source, there are varying numbers of albums worth rating and compiling into lists. How in the hell does one listen to so many albums in a single calendar year?
Whenever I try to put such a list together, most of the albums worth ranking have been out for at least a year. While there are some albums that really do deserve the praise heaped on them, sometimes it takes a while for their greatness to shine through, especially in this era of immediate access to all music from anytime forever. Surely you've noticed the glut of music pumped out every year since access to the internet became widespread and recording software has become cheaper and cheaper?
Still, there are some albums that successfully caught and held my attention this year. Atma from the mighty Yob was pretty excellent. Said album was also my first exposure to them, which makes me feel like a goon for sleeping on it for so fucking long. It's hard to explain why, but it makes me think of Vitus on cough medicine; perhaps it's the bowel shaking riffage paired with a decent set of pipes?
I really dug Bermuda Drain, an offering from Prurient, another one of those artists/albums that should have been in my listening queue a long time ago. It's not your typical heavy metal vomit party (although those are certainly enjoyable when executed properly); this one's a bit more of an acquired taste, I'd say. Gutter caviar, maybe? Whatever, shit rules and will dominate my playlist for a while.
The Atlas Moth put out an album that was pretty heavily acclaimed, but once it finally came to my attention, it turned out to be kind of a clunker. It wasn't all bad, certainly, but after seeing them live, the document offered seemed to pale in comparison. They opened for Eyehategod (who used footage of the show in Cleveland for a dvd), and were a part of the Metaliance tour, and both times they were tight as fuck and presented themselves really well, just really bombastic heavy metal psych-screech, so when news of an album came about, I was pretty stoked. When various metal sites gave it sturdy and consistent reviews, I was even more stoked. Then I sat down to listen to it and it was just okay at best. Maybe I was expecting too much, but I'll give it another couple spins just in case it was me who dropped the ball and not them. Entirely possible.
I haven't heard any Mastodon since Blood Mountain, and probably won't check out the new one. Just sayin'. I would honestly be more apt to check out the Lou Reed/Metallica album first...just kidding, I'd rather slam my dick in a car door about ten or eleven times. Let's go with eleven, for posterity's sake. Goddamn if some goofy shit didn't come out this year.
What else did I have a major rager for this year? How the fuck could I forget HARM'S WAY. After seeing pictures of their infamous frontman and seeing some pretty baller live footage, it behooved me to check out some of their stuff, and goddamn it I'm glad I did; it's music for flipping cop cars and calling out assholes while jamming your thumb firmly into their eye-sockets. Holy fucking Hell, the shit makes me want to rip a phone book in half and stuff it in someone's ass, then kick open all doors just because I fucking can.
Now seems like a good time to mention the new Weedeater. This one seemed to be kind of divisive, but really, who gives a fuck. It's fucking Weedeater, just shut up and hit this already, dude.
Generally speaking, there was a lot of stuff that was just okay, namely Today Is The Day's new one, and Ringworm's new one. I love the fuck out of both bands, but they didn't really pack the proper punch. Same goes for Rwake's new one,Crowbar, Big Business...the list goes on, and we've all picked out the stinkers, so I'll leave this list alone. Maybe I was just burnt out on music at the time each of these came out, so it's not really prudent to out and out forget about them, but it was pretty underwhelming overall, especially from bands that are so fucking capable of being absolute killers.
Another thing I noticed this year that got old real fucking fast: black metal and the plague of mainstream attention. Now every stupid fucking thing under the sun is capable of being black metal or "blackened." I was never the biggest black metal dude to begin with, but what the fuck. It's existed for how many years now, with all this mythology surrounding it, and one faggy band drags it kicking and screaming into the spotlight? Shit. I'm not saying the genre isn't deserving of some level of recognition, but does it really have to be because of a shit-storm over one hipster's misinterpretation of it? Praise Jesus and pass the ammunition. Also stirring my ire are hardcore bands being referred to as powerviolence. A blip on the radar back in the 90s that influenced a fuck-ton of bands is now one of the biggest trends in hardcore, but it seems insincere. Eh, whatever. There will always be stupid shit like this in said scene, hence the continual spew of straight-edge bands, and so on and so forth, ad nauseum. Even further still: I don't give a shit about old school death metal. Or new school death metal for that matter. Basically, people went fucking insane with their descriptions of heavy music to the point of it being kind of embarrassing.
Shit, there's entirely too much dogshit to sift through, so I'll leave you with this:
Ghost fucking sucks. #realtalk
Bong rips and bacon strips, let's hope next year isn't so fucking aggravating!
Whenever I try to put such a list together, most of the albums worth ranking have been out for at least a year. While there are some albums that really do deserve the praise heaped on them, sometimes it takes a while for their greatness to shine through, especially in this era of immediate access to all music from anytime forever. Surely you've noticed the glut of music pumped out every year since access to the internet became widespread and recording software has become cheaper and cheaper?
Still, there are some albums that successfully caught and held my attention this year. Atma from the mighty Yob was pretty excellent. Said album was also my first exposure to them, which makes me feel like a goon for sleeping on it for so fucking long. It's hard to explain why, but it makes me think of Vitus on cough medicine; perhaps it's the bowel shaking riffage paired with a decent set of pipes?
I really dug Bermuda Drain, an offering from Prurient, another one of those artists/albums that should have been in my listening queue a long time ago. It's not your typical heavy metal vomit party (although those are certainly enjoyable when executed properly); this one's a bit more of an acquired taste, I'd say. Gutter caviar, maybe? Whatever, shit rules and will dominate my playlist for a while.
The Atlas Moth put out an album that was pretty heavily acclaimed, but once it finally came to my attention, it turned out to be kind of a clunker. It wasn't all bad, certainly, but after seeing them live, the document offered seemed to pale in comparison. They opened for Eyehategod (who used footage of the show in Cleveland for a dvd), and were a part of the Metaliance tour, and both times they were tight as fuck and presented themselves really well, just really bombastic heavy metal psych-screech, so when news of an album came about, I was pretty stoked. When various metal sites gave it sturdy and consistent reviews, I was even more stoked. Then I sat down to listen to it and it was just okay at best. Maybe I was expecting too much, but I'll give it another couple spins just in case it was me who dropped the ball and not them. Entirely possible.
I haven't heard any Mastodon since Blood Mountain, and probably won't check out the new one. Just sayin'. I would honestly be more apt to check out the Lou Reed/Metallica album first...just kidding, I'd rather slam my dick in a car door about ten or eleven times. Let's go with eleven, for posterity's sake. Goddamn if some goofy shit didn't come out this year.
What else did I have a major rager for this year? How the fuck could I forget HARM'S WAY. After seeing pictures of their infamous frontman and seeing some pretty baller live footage, it behooved me to check out some of their stuff, and goddamn it I'm glad I did; it's music for flipping cop cars and calling out assholes while jamming your thumb firmly into their eye-sockets. Holy fucking Hell, the shit makes me want to rip a phone book in half and stuff it in someone's ass, then kick open all doors just because I fucking can.
Now seems like a good time to mention the new Weedeater. This one seemed to be kind of divisive, but really, who gives a fuck. It's fucking Weedeater, just shut up and hit this already, dude.
Generally speaking, there was a lot of stuff that was just okay, namely Today Is The Day's new one, and Ringworm's new one. I love the fuck out of both bands, but they didn't really pack the proper punch. Same goes for Rwake's new one,Crowbar, Big Business...the list goes on, and we've all picked out the stinkers, so I'll leave this list alone. Maybe I was just burnt out on music at the time each of these came out, so it's not really prudent to out and out forget about them, but it was pretty underwhelming overall, especially from bands that are so fucking capable of being absolute killers.
Another thing I noticed this year that got old real fucking fast: black metal and the plague of mainstream attention. Now every stupid fucking thing under the sun is capable of being black metal or "blackened." I was never the biggest black metal dude to begin with, but what the fuck. It's existed for how many years now, with all this mythology surrounding it, and one faggy band drags it kicking and screaming into the spotlight? Shit. I'm not saying the genre isn't deserving of some level of recognition, but does it really have to be because of a shit-storm over one hipster's misinterpretation of it? Praise Jesus and pass the ammunition. Also stirring my ire are hardcore bands being referred to as powerviolence. A blip on the radar back in the 90s that influenced a fuck-ton of bands is now one of the biggest trends in hardcore, but it seems insincere. Eh, whatever. There will always be stupid shit like this in said scene, hence the continual spew of straight-edge bands, and so on and so forth, ad nauseum. Even further still: I don't give a shit about old school death metal. Or new school death metal for that matter. Basically, people went fucking insane with their descriptions of heavy music to the point of it being kind of embarrassing.
Shit, there's entirely too much dogshit to sift through, so I'll leave you with this:
Ghost fucking sucks. #realtalk
Bong rips and bacon strips, let's hope next year isn't so fucking aggravating!
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