Vile Gash - Demo II

The moon is full! The hounds are loose and their gash radars are in full swing! Sweaty, drippy, smelly, steamy, sloppy, vile gash. That, my friends, is what we are going to be sniffing out until the sun peeks out its adorable yellow head to welcome in another day of shattered dreams and broken hearts.

But nah, I'm kidding myself here. Not gonna be getting between a woman's legs tonight... no, sir. Sometimes you have to settle for what's in front of you. Sometimes it's not a "warm platinum pussy with a dynamic pussy hole," as Ghostface described it all those years ago. Sometimes vile gash goes all capital letters on us and arrives in the form of a cassette tape full of noisy hardcore punk music. And sometimes you don't even get a cassette tape... you just download the mp3s off some blog.

And thus we have this review. Vile Gash's second demo release showcases the Columbus, Ohio hitmakers realization that cassette technology allows for more than two minutes of music to be contained in one place. As with the group's debut release Demo, Demo II contains three brief blasts of the very most brutal hardcore. Negative Approach? Charles Bronson? D.R.I.? Whatever the fuck! Vile Gash likes it fast, ugly, and noisy. It's those layers of excess grime that elevate the experience of listening to Vile Gash's music above and beyond that of a more straightforward Discharge worshiping hardcore act such as Waco Fuck. The guitar/bass combination is pure slop with plenty of nasty low-end, the drums are a racket to behold, and the vocals, while certainly providing that classic "guy screaming" feel that you know and love, absolutely shred the speakers with their mangled throat ejaculations.

The fourth track, however, sounds like the time I tried getting my faux post-hardcore band to sound like Flipper by playing two chords really slow at the end of one of our songs for five minutes. Except in Vile Gash's hands, such an extended jam is handled with confidence and zero fear of getting their toes wet in some good filthy noise. If this isn't obscenely far-reaching musical growth, than I don't know what is. We're on the second release and already the palette has been expanded to include sluggish dirges that surpass the one minute mark? A good six times, at that? Well.

To hear a band like this striving towards total abrasiveness is a welcome development, indeed. Probably the only way I'm gonna be kept from saying, "Why am I listening to this when there's not a single thing here that isn't provided more competently by the classix???" They're too darn OI! OI! PUNK ROCK! DOOPCHKDOOPCHKDOOPCHK to go all Harry Pussy or even Drunkdriver on you. But that's just an option anyone needs in their musical life and I'm certainly thankful. However, looking at that faggy minimalist cover art, who knows what kind of free jazz bullshit Vile Gash is gonna unleash upon us next time around? I'll be here holding out for the Upper West Side Soweto requiem mass.

Rating: Best New Music! What are you gonna do, listen to anything for more than nine minutes at a time? Get fucked.

Download Link: "Scum"... 32 seconds of maximum rock fury!

R.E.M. - Chronic Town

I hope a "chronic town" actually exists so that I can go there and do massive bong rips all day, every day!!!

Pretty good EP. Everything about the first song is great. The next one is still pretty catchy. Track three, a bit better. Next one, whatever, it's good. Digging the last track and its crazy sound effects. Must be pretty solid, huh!

This band really didn't get much better than this 20 minutes of perfectly competent yet just subversive enough jingle jangle college music. When the Feelies are too artsy and Mission of Burma too brash for your tastes, try some R.E.M. on for size! It's really not all that difficult to imagine these songs playing on the local popular music radio station. These pasty bedwetters have their hearts in the pop song format and aren't intent on wasting your time with winding krautrock workouts or ugly noise assaults. No bullshit! Just tunes. And a soft wet pussy to slide them into.

Rating: Buy it! Burn it! Trash it!

Download Link: "Wolves, Lower"

Eat Skull - Wild & Inside

This band sucks and so does this album. Just imagine being someone who restricts his or her self to "NOTHIN' BUT THE RAWEST, NOISIEST SHIT" and having to live every day with the discomforting knowledge that you honestly think this is some of the best music being made today. Sure, the melodies are clearer this time around and things are a bit more dynamic and balanced between noisy shriekouts and way mellowed slow burners, but really, this is just more of the sort of monotonous lo-fi crap that has spread like HIV throughout the underground during the past couple years. The more rackety explosions here just make me wish I were listening to one of the 7-8 decent Times New Viking songs, which isn't even something I find myself ever wanting to do at this juncture in time. The gentlemen in this group who perform with the Hospitals should just stick to the project whose intentions are based in more abstract sonic meltdowns (which kind of blow, to be honest) because coming up with anything resembling a memorable vocal melody is completely out of Eat Skull's reach. And that's what they're trying to do, right? You can here the 3-4 note pop song desperately attempting to peer through the scrapey noise. But there's nothing to uncover, nothing that can reveal itself and prove anyone wrong, no mood that can envelop the listener... certainly nothing worth sitting through 27 minutes of. What a bunch of lazy garbage. Not even a case of "all style and no substance," but rather the substance meter is tragically keeling over into the negative region, as if to make a mockery of any music that possesses even a single shred of remarkableness. As of late, I have had more big 'ol DIY dumps taken in my mouth than I can count and frankly, I am not going to stand for any more.

Rating: Not favorable.

Download Link: Sugar Ray - "Rivers"

Part Chimp - I Am Come

Part Chimp - I Am Come

Part Chimp was listed as one of the heirs to the "My Bloody Valentine sound" or something like that in the final chapter of the 33 1/3 book on Loveless. I'd never heard of them before their mention in said book, but that was enough to get my attention. Why not give 'em a chance, especially when you find one of their CDs in the $1.00 bin at the used bookstore? What would I have to lose?

The thing is, it turns out they sound nothing like MBV, or really any shoegaze in the laziest sense of the term. It's loud and noisy and the guitars swirl and chime but it's got an aggressive and boozy-woozy swagger that would make crotch-grabbers like Ride sound like early Lush. These guys are probably football hooligans in their spare time. What I'm trying to say is you probably won't find these Glasgow blokes on the next Reindeer Section album. Do you catch my drift?

I Am Come is their second album, perhaps it was a buzz-worthy Internet sensation when it came out, I don't really recall. 2005 was a long time ago, and I don't even remember anything I did this past March. Furthermore, I can't even remember any moments from this album even though I've listened to it 3 times this week. My memory isn't what it used to be (I have Creutzfeldt–Jakob disease) so maybe this isn't their fault. I can tell you for sure that most of the album is all LOUD guitars and drums and shouts, like &YWKUBtToD if they sucked, which seems to be a popular opinion these days anyway. I think they want to be an angry Sonic Youth but it all comes out somewhere between Ikara Colt and a hardcore punk band who's been listening to lots of Godspeed You! Black Emperor and want to take their sound "to the next level."

I don't mean to fault these guys for giving it the old college try. This isn't a Bad album (rip MJ). I'd probably like it more if I was really into this kind of stuff but I spend my mornings listening to wispy ambient musique and wind down my nights by chilling to classique jungle slow burners from '92-'96. I mean, when I'm not listening to The Beatles or Jay-Z somewhere in between. What am I supposed to feel when I listen to this? Like a 15 year-old kid who reads Bukowski, smokes clove cigarettes and kicks puppies? If you could make an album out of the 1999 Mogwai "Blur Are Shite" t-shirt, this is what it would sound like.

Rating:

Download: "War Machine"

Sly & The Family Stone - Fresh

So SLRJ didn't update yesterday and you know what happens? That's right, Michael Jackson dies. You remember where you were. You couldn't even enjoy a perfectly normal day of masturbating to the thought of Farah Fawcett's spread asshole 'cause the King of Popping Pre-Teen Boys' Pelvises Out of Place (fuck yeah, retell that joke to all your friends and credit it to me or else) is goin' nuts and having his heart fail all over the damn place.

And so I put Sly & The Family Stone's Fresh in the CD player because it's a phenomenal recording and I only spin the hottest shit. I came of age during a time when this was considered an AMG five star album and now it's been bumped down to a miserable four. That's bullshit, frankly. So what if There's A Riot Goin' On "sustains an overwhelming mood of apocalyptic weariness throughout that makes it one of the most crucial yet harrowing documents of the post-psychedelic era"? I just threw that description together and it's probably spot on, but come on, Sly cleaned up and tightened the grooves like crazy for this one and they're just as irresistibly funky and hooky. Like a perfectly approachable middle-ground between the uplifting life-affirmation of "Everyday People" and the considerably more draining songs on Riot, which aren't really that different from Fresh, besides the latter being one of the most fantastic sounding CDs I own and the poorly mastered former being one of the most god-awful. And apparently the Riot tapes were pooped on or chewed up by a cat like SAW 85-92 but lo-fi is IN thanks to the latest Japandroids LP so COME ON FEEL THE NOISE, INDIE ROCK BOYS!!!

Where Riot just kind of dribbled out of the speakers like diarrhea, the music on Fresh pops right out at you. Listen to the drums on "In Time," man, this shit might as well be on Aja it's so perfectly mixed, rhythmically, sonically, arrangementally, everything. Hi-hats and saxophones and background vocals careening all over the fuckin' place. Prince, James Chance & The Contortions, Miles Davis, the mighty Chili Peppers and their timeless reinterpretation of "If You Want Me To Stay"... they all got it. They understood what makes this music so powerful and why this is how you funk it up!!! Sly nailed the concept of this kind of funky soul whatever the fuck as something that is to be painstakingly constructed in the studio like Prince blowing magical purple loads into his 4-track and making that direct-in electric guitar just tear your throat open. Give it up for Sly and how he must feel about watching MJ get swallowed up by his shitty life and then finally lose the chance to maybe redeem his unfortunate reputation, except he basically lost it a bit after this album and is really just another casualty of success or drugs or some crap who happens to not have stuck around long enough for everyone to wonder, "What the hell is up with that dude and why can't all superstars handle their fame with the stability and grace of Bruce Springsteen & The E Street Band?"

Just a really great album. You've probably spent the recent months avoiding it but Stephen Thomas Erlewine isn't always right about everything, you know. Stop letting him kick your music taste around like that.

Rating: RIP MJ, thanks for the hitz.

Download Link: "In Time"... enjoy this beautifully remastered jam in stunning AIFF quality. Really, guys, this is like the best song ever, ask Dogg about black music some time and he'll just say, "If you don't got 'In Time,' fuggedaboutit!!!"

The album has other songs, too. "Skin I'm In" is good. "Frisky." It's all FRESH.

Neil Young - Fork In The Road

Everybody is so hellbent on bitching about the Archives that they forgot that Neil Young just released his best studio album from this decade! That's not really saying much of anything, though.

Pretty fun stuff here. The songs are about his car and there's some swearing. Also, it ROCKS!

I have a headache. I was going to watch Inland Empire, but my parents got done with the TV too late.

Fork In The Road is gonna give you a great time, plain and simple. If you like the cover, you will enjoy spending 38 minutes with this Long Player because that's pretty much what it sounds like. Shitty. Tossed off. Genius.

Rating: LOL

Download Link: "Just Singing A Song"... a good sign. The electric tracks on Chrome Dreams II were a bit plodding, even by Neil's standards. Here we have something that lumbers about in a good way, actually maybe approaching the kind of melodicism you might find in your favorite Crazy Horse rockers. It's not quite there, but there's a certain ragged glory here that has been somewhat missed in so many of Neil's attempts at crafting rockers throughout this decade. Certainly no "Love And Only Love," but what the hell is, anyway. I'm not saying he has to write songs that sound like his old songs. It's just that those were good songs. This is just kind of alright in a "more effortless version of the kind of thing Neil Young is really good at" way, so why not just go all out, ya know? I'm not asking anything crazy here. The man still tears it up live. He's got a fuck ton of old guy energy that I think could be channeled into something really special at this point in his career. Or more albums that are pretty much exactly like this one, which is probably more likely.

Have a good night.

Up-Tight - The Beginning of The End

"UPTIGHT!!!" sang Tom Yorke in the song "Subterranean Homesick Alien" from the '90s art rock landmark Radiohead's OK Computer. And 12 years later, Japanese psych rock RETURNS! My guess, though, is that it never really went away. I just happened to see this album mentioned a couple places and gave it a listen and there may very well be a shitload of records exactly like this released every year.

Assuming that that isn't actually the case, however, let's just say that Boris and Boredoms are the only two Japanese bands to exist during the past decade. With the former being too willing to explore various metal-oriented stylings and the latter being just too good, it really makes one long for the days when "Japanese psych" meant something that was filthy and rowdy and rough around its moist virginal slit.

Man, I'm talking about the glory days of Fushitsusha, High Rise, Kosukuya, bands listening to Les Rallizes Denudes bootlegs and taking that band's aesthetic and just fucking it up to high heaven! That's what this little 2009 jam is. The red hot production sizzles like all the musicians are waiters at Benihana pressing their faces against the grill while they play their instruments and flip mushrooms all over the damn place, not because they're Japanese, but because the record production, man, it just sizzles, that's why. Or maybe I just think that because of the boss maracas used in opening number "Our Own Portrait," which is a total LSD-chugging Spacemen 3 expedition of trippy freeway grooves and fuzzed out guitar shitting.

So we have an always refreshing "Suicide" remake first, followed by "A Song For Your Pain," which starts off with the kind of slow minor key ballad stylings that made Boris's "Flower, Sun, Rain" such a treat for the ear this past year, and as with that song we are taken through some fairly over the top guitar god heroics. The shortest track on the album and the closest thing to a vocal melody in sight! More or less.

Only four track slots available and are the members of Up-Tight gonna settle for giving you something you've already heard? Not a fucking chance. "The Destruction" starts off with low frequencies bending all over the place, you'd think it was "Macoute" from the Dead C's Future Artists album! Not a fucking chance. This is a song called "The Destruction" by Up-Tight and no one else. Soon enough, you hear some atmospheric clangy noises in the background and the bendy shit settles into a drone that just heaves itself more forcefully as a buildup of percussion carries everything upwards to the highest reaches of free noise nirvana.

WHAT A FUCKING BEAST!!!

The last track might as well be Les Rallizes Denudes' "The Last One." A lurching two chord minor key groove, pummeled into submission with a good chunk of that time taken up by some downright face-melting distortion spewage. Up-Tight chooses to not be so relentless, letting us savor the sluggish, baked atmosphere with some pleasant vocals and a crystal clear delay effect on the guitars... not before the guitarist lets loose and brings the noise during the song's final third! And it RIPS, let me tell you.

Is The Beginning Is The End Is The Beginning anything new or groundbreaking? Really, now? Nah. This is definitely a case of a band knowing its psych-rock history and competently paying tribute to said history. Yet the real spice in Up-Tight's delicious stew is how they guide the listener through that history by keeping it all perfectly navigable. 40 minutes, four distinct compositional ideas explored throughout, each one sorted out into its own approachable segment, lingering long enough to give you a satisfying helping but not an upset stomach. If this kind of thing sounds like it's your bag at all, don't be up-tight... that's the band's job! Slip your writhing bloodlust into The Beginning Of The End immediately and satisfy your thirst for noisy Japanese psych bullshit in the year 2009.

Rating: TEN FUCKING STARS (not really, lol... it's pretty good, though. I guess. I enjoyed writing this review.)

Download Link: "Our Own Portrait"... the Spacemenesque rave-up that kicks off our beloved Long Player. Get in a car and drive it all over me!

Immortal - Battles In The North

You can tell by the cover that Immortal are serving up a frosty treat with this 1995 release.

The production is certainly a testament to this idea. Not so much suffocatingly black, but more blindingly white, if you can imagine that. Or perhaps it's just that my speakers don't have any low end.

What else can I say about an album like this, really? They play black metal for 35 minutes and do an awfully good job of it. In the process, they inspired legions of imitators who had varying amounts of success attempting to cull rock power from an instantly classic formula.

The ending of every song cuts off jarringly because these dudes didn't give a fuck. Or maybe I just have a crap CD issue. The tracks are listed completely out of order, anyway.

Rating: Grab a sweater, some cocoa, and a fine wet slut to slip it all into. Throw this one into the player and it's rock time, big dogg!! I'll give it a few stars and go back to listening to music I actually enjoy like the Red Hot Chili Pepper's Californication Unmastered bootleg (which still sounds pretty crappy... yes, even with the presence of a song called "Fat Dance.")

Download Link: "Through The Halls of Eternity"... a banger to be enjoyed in stunning AIFF quality! Don't let the file name fool you, though. That's not the actual name of the song.

Atlas Sound

Deerhunter is lucky their singer is such a charity case because it's hard to think of anything to say about the music. they're great but it's just indie rock comfort food. galaxie 500 with more brain damage. i guess somewhere down the line the dude started digging the Flamingos or the Crystals or whoever, because the atlas sound record is the same sad-sack vampire shit but with vibraphones and 50's chord changes instead of noise freakouts. no actual songs, just an hour of pink noise and oxycontin. the melodrama is pretty over the top but i used to love stupid shit like the Associates so i guess there's a place in my heart/microscopic ballsack for this.

Download Link: http://www.megaupload.com/?d=45JE1Y0D

Marissa Nadler - Little Hells

THis is a female who does slow and boring songs, which sucks because the album is 40 minutes long and I listened to the whole thing.

If your name is Melissa Nadler and you google your name and find this page, don't be sad about it 'cause I spent the entire night watching clips of Artie Lange guesting on talk shows and don't have an indie rock album or a vagina.

Someone give me a job!

Rating:

Download Link:

Sonny Sharrock - Ask The Ages

All the other classic albums from various jazz greats are reissued a couple times every decade and available at your local Borders Books & Music.

But no, not so for Ask The Ages. In fact, this shit is downright out of print.

That's because Sonny Sharrock was always a true outsider, more than even any other free jazz musician, really. He cranked out the dopest melodies and made the most awful noises and didn't give a fuck about guitar chops because he really just wanted to be a tenor player instead and he couldn't because of his asthma and such resentment toward one's instrument of choice (or non-choice) is not the sort of thing that is gonna be taught at America's fine institutions of formal music education, mister!

So first of all, he's older-ish. Second, it's 1991 and there are no more AMG 5-star jazz classics at this point (except this one, but nobody knows that.) Dude finally gets his shit together and recruits top jazz heavyweights ELVIN JONES and PHARAOH SANDERS instead of those porn fusion downtown cats he was playing with in the '80s.

Luckily, this was 1991, the year of Nirvana's Never Mind and fucked up primal noise was IN, dogg. Sonny was ballin' groupies and guest soloing on Bush's Golden State LP in no time. And just as the young hipster contingent began to roll in, he fucking died and that's terrible.

I was drumming along with this and then I realized that I can't believe how much I suck, it's true. So I wrote a review of it instead. 'Cause I'm really good at those, right???

Rating: Bill Laswell produces it and it doesn't sound dated at all, amazingly. Right amount of fullness in every perfectly mixed instrument. No shitty guitar tones to be found. Gloriously tasteful overdubs when necessary. Everything that is potentially great about jazz is here and everything that was great about Sonny Sharrock as an artist only enhances that. Balls out, unpretentious, fuckable, suckable. RESPECT.

Download Link: "Who Does She Hope To Be?"... he's on like some Eddie Hazel shit with this one.

Mandarin Movie - Mandarin Movie

This album was the last time I bought a new CD without having read a review or having heard a single note of in advance. No, I had no idea what this was going to sound like! It was on Aesthetics Records and had an interesting cover, and that was good enough for me. It's easy to justify buying things like on impulse when you've got a generous employee discount. I was also spending a lot more money than I was making and had to ask my parents for help more than once. What an embarrassing couple of years that was.

This band is lead by Rob Mazurek, who's probably one of the 2 or 3 biggest names in Chicago jazz and put out a ton of albums as part of the Chicago Underground Duo/Trio/Quartet/etc. before moving to Brazil or something. Here he's credited (in order) with playing computer, electric eels, Moog, pianette, and cornet. Lots of other musicians of the avant-garde play on this album too. I don't have time to list them all but maybe some of these names might tickle your fancy. Matthew Lux, Alan Licht, John Herndon... hungry now? I thought so!

If you like Isotope 217 or Tortoise but wish they'd spend more time droning and bringing in the power electronics, or enjoy the dark and spazzed out side of jazz fusion ("Rated X," "Theme From Jack Johnson," et al.) then this is the album you've been waiting for. Then again, you'd probably be better off just listening to old Miles Davis or Borbetomagus or whatever floats your boat. Plenty of sinister grooves here, but you've got to do your part while listening or it's gonna sound pretty wretched. You know what I mean? This isn't latte-sipping background music, but that doesn't mean you can't stroke your chin to it. That's actually recommended. I also enjoy this in the car, probably more so than at home. Go figure!

Rating:

Download: "The Highest Building in the World", the last and longest song on the album. Why settle for less when you can have the best? Music to soothe the savage breast.

Clikatat Ikatowi - Orchestrated & Conducted By

If you've ever fallen into the bad habit of buying every Gravity Records release because used copies are all like $3.99 each, you've probably been disappointed by the fact that it all sounds the fucking same and there aren't any actual songs and the vocals are obnoxious and it's all sort of objectively terrible.

Clikatat Ikatowi had it together a little more than most of their peers, however. There's only so much of this faggy racket that a stable person can really take and these dudes actually reign it in a bit with some boss dynamics, sort of tightish playing, and production that doesn't sound like all the guys wiping their asses on you.

Mario Rubalcaba is a good drummer.

I dunno.

Rating: Some cool guitar noises. It's 29 minutes long, there are slow parts, there are fast parts. Not really an unrelenting blast of post-hardcore fury compared to other GR releases, but too much of that shit can get tiring, ya know? If you want all brutal, all the time, with zero room for the sound or the listener to breathe, take your early Antioch Arrow EPs and be done with it.

Download Link: "DNA Timebomb"... pretty dopeass drumming on this one! Fans of SLRJ favorite At The Drive-In might find something to enjoy here.

Slum Village - Fan-Tas-Tic Vol. 1

listen i know u never heard this so check it out... make you dance like eating zatarain's......

Download Link: http://www.mediafire.com/?azn3bgxwexj

Blank Dogs - Under & Under

46 minutes of Blank Dogs music. In 2009.

I hope these songs aren't actually good because I sure as fuck don't want to sit through this again.

Rating: All Blank Dogs songs sound the fucking same except for "Blaring Speeches," which has the most blatant Cure/Joy Division influence. A couple others have decent hooks, as well. Really, though. Enough with this shit.
Download Link: "Tin Birds"... guitar line on this one stood out.

Sufjan Stevens - Illinois

Remember this album, LOL. For some reason while I was taking my math final, I kept thinking about it and decided to put it on when I got back to my room.

It's so awful that you sometimes forget how good it is and that's why you haven't listened to it once since 2005... UNTIL RIGHT NOW.

Anyone who enjoys this music but doesn't use words like "faggy" and "nasty dripping pussy" while talking about it should just slit his or her own throat today.

One of the songs was in Little Miss Sunshine, a top ten film of the '00s.

The best part is when he says, "I am crying in the bathroom."

If "John Wayne Gacy, Jr." doesn't make you laugh, you should re-evaluate your life.

Stephen Thomas Erlewine hates this shit, which is awesome because he also correctly gave Reel Big Fish's Cheer Up! 4 1/2 stars out of 5.

Rating: shit/10 (just kidding, this is actually an okay album, even if it'll probably be years until I'm able to legitimately enjoy it as actual music, and who knows, maybe that means never (probably))
Download Link:

Wolf Eyes - Wolf Eyes

It's the year 2000 and as usual these Ann Arbor noise pranksters are making no secret of their Whitehouse and Throbbing Gristle worship. Just listen to the way the synths gurgle and the electronic kick drums pummel you in a somewhat drained manner. If you want your patience testing avant-garde music to carry a satisfactory dose of post-ironic nihilism, then you are in for a treat because Wolf Eyes is all tummy tickling fun! Enjoy the pitch-shifted yelping in "Black Rows," the too-over-the-top-to-really-sound-threatening insane guy vocals in "Black Is Back" (early Ween + power electronics?!), the downright HILARIOUS vocals/lyrics combo on "Imagine Yourself As Me" ("IMAGINE YOURSELF AS MEEEEEEEE!!! NIGHT CLUBS, HOTELS, RADIO SHOWS!!! PEP RALLIES, HIGH SCHOOL... TALENT SHOWS!!!"), the IRONY DRIPPING song titles "Heartbeat City," "Give It Up," "These Girls of Mine," "Tryin' Times," the list goes on. Not a lot of 15 minute "art" epics here. The Wolf Guys are more set on finding that simultaneously unsettling and goofy balance between humor and sheer noise brutality, which mostly just results in "songs" that one could easily describe as being "obnoxious and not a whole lot more than that." And they'd be right.

Rating: Just too much. Especially over 45 minutes. No John Olson to reign Msrs. Dilloway and Young in a bit? Is that it? Who cares? Nobody is listening to this shit in 2009.
Download Link: "Imagine Yourself As Me" (in .aiff format! Sorry, guys, I didn't feel like ripping from the compact disc.)

The Strange Boys - The Strange Boys... And Girls Club

Did these feisty buckaroos just take someone's Apple® computer outside and take a picture of themselves using the renowned Photo Booth feature and call that the album cover? Sure bloody looks like it! What's next, writing their songs using nothing but autotune, a program that has the power to literally make songwriting brilliance materialize out of thin air and should be stopped at all costs?

But that's a debate that we just can't get into right now. A debate that cannot be contained by this blog, let alone by a single entry. However, PLEASE add your thoughts to this internet message board thread if you want to be part of the solution. Or any solution, really. Fight the good fight to preserve authenticity in music. I said, "music," not "rap," LOL.

Alright, so this album is okay. Garagey rock that is supposed to sound old and like the past half century of music never even happened. Some sort of achievement in rock music production as well as songwriting, perhaps? It all certainly sounds like these young people have done their homework and know the difference between the Wailers and No Age. Sounding authentic is something that they don't have to worry about.

Who fucking cares, though? Are these songs any good? Why 16 tracks? Why 37 minutes? Do we praise these bands for not inescapably sounding like products of their time or do we throw this shit away while we know that three months later we'll still be spinning the classics while the next Merriweather Post Pavilion will truly be capturing our new music hungry hearts?

The truth is... no one can say for sure. Certainly not me because I only listened to this album once and if you're reading this blog, you are more than familiar with the concept of "the grower" and how one can be lurking behind every corner, even when you're convinced that you shouldn't even bother expecting it to do so.

Dogg and I went out for burritos the other night and while discussing our favorite releases of the year (his top 5: Phoenix, Green Day, MPP, The-Dream, Grizzly Bear; mine: MPP, Yeah Yeah Yeahs, The-Dream, Future of The Left, Wavves (<-- recommended)), he looked at me blankly and stated, "Music is done. Go home."

And it was. And I did.

Thanks, Dogg.

Rating: Let It Bloom still sounds okay.
Download Link: I don't think so.

YO, DOGGS, IT'S THE FIRST EVER SOLID LITTLE ROCK JAMS SPECIAL GUEST REVIEW


Jasper Todd Hitchen
1990-2009

Jasper was a good friend with a beautiful heart and a satisfying cock. He loved indie rock and having objectively terrible taste in literally everything. I was lucky to have climbed into his sweaty sexual belly one last time before he lost his life to the swine flu in his UCLA dormitory. He wanted to write this review for SLRJ a month ago and I laughed in his face. He's dead now, though.




The Beatles - Rubber Soul

Rubber Soul kinda sucks. Every song is pretty fucking stupid and if someone had never heard The Beatles before and you put this album on for them and told them it was by the best band of all time they would punch you in the face. But you should probably punch them back and tell them how rude that was because this is one of the all time greats and you can't just piss on the classics like that!

Of my top 50 Beatles songs, I think two of them are on Rubber Soul: “Drive My Car”, with it's McCartney tongue-in-cheek wit, that fluid brain-melting bass, and Ringo holding it all together with that light, perfect rat-tat-tat. The other, “In My Life”, is a real TJ Tearjerker and one of the few times that John Lennon seems sincere when he's getting sentimental. A real winner!

So why do I consider it the greatest record by the greatest band? Because no matter how long I look, I cannot find a flaw in it. Not in songwriting, not in the production, not in the tone, not in the lyrics, not even on the cover. That was the Beatlecut at it's prime. Very little I wouldn't do for a McCartney circa 1965.

Even band knew they had perfected music at this point. Every album that precedes Rubber Soul is taking another step forward as the Fab Four honed their craft, diversified their arsenal, and pushed the limits of the music industry at the time. But with Revolver they started walking sideways. Instead of writing “songs”, they started writing “psychedelic songs”. On Sgt. Pepper's, they did a “concept album”. Magical Mystery Tour had a fucking movie. But this was the apex of rock music. These dudes were cutting and pasting tape together and they made the harmonies on “Nowhere Man” sound like they're timed by supercomputers. “You Won't See Me” is a soaring, slashing, semi-anthem that's begging for my love, but too reserved to deserve it. “MICHELLE”, MA BELLE. Every sound falls exactly into place. The band is a tight, sloppy, wet, thirsty cunt. George is beating out these wanky solos he wrote in 30 seconds all over this masterpiece. Short and sweet, ready to repeat, 35:39 (fuck the U.S. version).

There's very few overwhelming moments on the album, where you're just overtaken with this powerful musical bliss that you can't shake off. It's very restrained and difficult to get emotional about. It feels antithetical to everything that a sensitive, 21st century college-going man w/feelings should be looking for in his musical entertainment. The excitement isn't jaw-dropping, but rather jaw-clenching in it's uptight, nervous perfection. Rubber Soul is so few things but so many millions of things that it's not. It's not cheesy, it's not silly, it's not serious, it's not purposeful, but most of all it's not flawed. I recommend it to both my family and friends.


- Jasper Hitchen, 06/02/09

Looks like I accidentally deleted last week's review of Wolfgang Voigt's first ever U.S. concert performance.

Bummer, it was an amusing one.

At least we still have the comments.

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LG

Gun Outfit - Dim Light

Listened to this album one time a month and a half ago.

Started off like raw as all fuck Dinosaur Jr. and then I lost interest, but maybe it's a "grower" like hip hop and the Afghan Whigs. Grimy lo-fi throwback bullshit that's not trying nearly hard enough to sound like it's not trying hard enough.

I don't know jack shit about new music anymore, I just picked this album 'cause I'm self-conscious about how ruggedly obscure my tastes seem. All I play anymore is Neil Young's discography and Sun Kil Moon and like five other albums that only don't sound like shit at night time.

Too many bands, they need to stop.

Rating: I'd say, "Don't waste your time," but you might as well do just that.
Download Link: "Work Experience"

Pain Teens - Pain Teens (1988)

I don't know when or where I first downloaded this album but it languished on my computer for a year or two before I had to reformat sometime in 2007. I saved half of my mp3 collection on CD-Rs and then tossed said CD-Rs into a shoebox where they sat for about two years. Until now!

Suddenly I'm once again enjoying golden hits like DJ Tasaka's themes from "OH! Super Milk Chan," the elite compositions of Wilco's own Glenn Kotche, and Amon Tobin's Bricolage, which was given a perfect 10.0 on Pitchfork until the review was seemingly purged from the site during its last update, along with the classic reviews of Save Ferris, 12 Rods, and Beck's Odelay, among others. How could Mr. Tobin feel about this, being thrust from the privileged and seemingly immortal ranks of the the chosen? There's something eerily Orwellian about it, like it's been dropped into a chute from somewhere within the Ministry of Truth and incinerated, never to be spoken of again. At least will still have the review of Permutation, and the unforgettable account of Ryan Schrieber's trip down I-94 to a Chicago hostel. Sunroof top, digging the scene, but little did he know that it wouldn't be long before he'd have an entire generation along with him for the ride. And what a ride it's been!

Also on these discs was the self-titled debut from Pain Teens, which for the life of me I can't remember downloading in the first place or ever listening to more than once. I put it on this afternoon while rearranging my furniture, digging through old school notebooks and dusting off and trying to organize my growing collection of half-broken and obsolete personal electronics. I probably should have been licking the hairs off my bathroom floor or catching up on my collection of cheerleader snuff videos instead. Or at least that's what it felt like once this had been playing for a few minutes. Shit, these are some brutal songs! Did you hear about that guy in California who ate his son's eyes right out of his head? Can you believe what this world is coming to? I mean, grab the gurney! Gotta smh at that shit.

Lots of tape loops and electronics, employed in that heavy, lurching way that all you Wolf Eyes or Kevin Drumm fans will enjoy. But don't worry rock fans. This is a real band with guitars, drums, and other real instruments. They were friends with the Butthole Surfers, who wrote "Dracula in Houston," which could have been the next great Smash Mouth song if they hadn't sold out. Play this at your next party in between Trapdoor Fucking Exit and Twin Infinitives and thank me later!

Rating:


Download: http://www.megaupload.com/?d=WP08ZMKO

Dead C - Trapdoor Fucking Exit

there's a lot of people who are really fucked up, like the bad kind, and only a few of them are lucky enough to have enough talent that nobody cares. Neutral Milk Hotel? imagine a dude who tells everybody that he's obsessed with fucking Anne Frank, a 12 year old dead girl, so much that he sat in his basement and wrote songs about it, never talking to another human being, and instead of locking him up they worship him and get tattoos of his weirdo artwork. i know perfectly well-adjusted grown men who went to see him play ten years ago and actually freak out over the fact that they made eye contact. and why, because he knows three chords? because he wrote lyrics nobody can relate to? it can't be the music, because it's a bunch of half-assed campfire shit. it's because he regurgitated his entire tortured psyche in such an extreme way that all you can do is listen in complete awe. we've all got hangups and we love listening to people who've got it worse and have the balls to tell the world about it. if you like wackjob music like that then this is the album for you.

this is disaffected twentysomething shit taken to a new level. just totally world weary and hopeless. it's not wide eyed manchild catharsis like Jeff Mangum; they plod through this shit like they're about to give up any second and just kick the chair. you play this and it amazes you that the person who wrote these songs can pay their rent on time and even get out of bed in the morning. i've never listened to it sober so i dont know. this is just some filthy, grimy ruminations from people who started thinking too much and went insane. it's not the lyrics, or the songs, because there hardly are any; you could basically record this entire album in your garage with a tape recorder and a snare drum, but apparently it was made by reasonably functional adults. goddamn. i'm sure to a lot of people it'll sound like garbage, whatever. just break up with your girlfriend, smoke a blunt and let this shit make you want to crawl into a cave forever.

Rating: keep on truckin'

download: http://www.mediafire.com/download.php?gmztflb5tyn

FUgazi - 13 Schlongs(1990)

Sorry I am not reviewing pretentious, obscure indie bullshit like my compatriots. Leif Garret is writing about some noise rock compilation of the MEGO label that maybe eight people have heard. What a waste of kilobytes and memory space. Fucking makes me sick. Stay tuned for next week when we take a extensive look at Incubus's discography followed by the foo fighter.

Ian MacKaye's Fugazi were a group of hungry Mexican-Americans who recorded a bunch of Eps in the late 1980s in exchange for many sandwiches and freshly washed bedsheets. Fresh off the boat from Bethlehem, Ian MacKate and sidekick Guy Pizzacoti were literally stuffed with interesting melodies showing the hardcore kids that you didn't necessarily have to play your balls off to write cool punk rock that you can slam dance too!

Also, the first track on this EP compilation is a really good song, "Waiting Room" is you haven't heard it yet. It's the sound of two butt fuckers thundering around without a care in the world.

The second track is cool, but the guy singing on it, (Guy Pizza?? I think Ian is the deeper vocalist) sounds too much like Elvis Costello. In conclusion fuck the rest of the album

Life sucks, though. I don't have a job right now and don't want to pay my rent anymore.


Rating: Probably every FUgazi release is essential, and this is among the top 3-4.

Download: http://www.mediafire.com/?04dlht1zrd3

Massimo - Hello Dirty

Not too sure about this one. It's definitely real distorted and an experimental noise release from 2002 on the MEGO label.

So loud! Can't play it in the dorm at the volume that it demands. Harsh realm, doggs.

Is it dense? Is there shit going on? I think in track three or at some point I thought I heard something that wasn't a dude fucking with some sustained synth shit. So fuzzed out, though, who knows what the fuck was really happening there.

Maybe this deserves to be "spun on my AKG's." Maybe I need to get out of this room. Maybe I need to not have a headache all the time. Maybe I should pull it out during a less stressful period. I really don't know. The 2002 Mego release Hello Dirty and I got off on the wrong foot, that's definitely apparent. Gonna give it the benefit of the doubt, but for now, compared to the super engaging sonic environments crafted by Kevin Drumm and Fe-mail, this shit is downright monotonous. At least To Live & Shave In L.A. has funny samples.

Rating: I'm probably wrong when I say that there's no low end and nothing happens. Pretend that you're reading this seven years ago, nobody cares about this shit anymore.
Download Link: NEW WILCO STREAMING http://beta.wilcoworld.net/records/thealbum/index.php

Neil Young - On The Beach

Why did this have to come out before Tonight's The Night, now everybody is confused.

That's not the order that you listen to them in unless you don't know what the fuck you're doing.

Last three songs on here would have been the greatest suicide note ever penned but instead of dying after letting that G chord have a couple final gasps Neil Young just keeps on living and writes "Like A Hurricane" and "Powderfinger" and "Cough Up The Bucks" because he's Neil fucking Young, the face of the '70s folk/country/singer/songwriter bullshit that was basically just backwash generated by the Great '60s Abortion of Shattered Dreams and yet he's the only one who truly took it upon himself to just kill every remaining trace of it. And that's what On The Beach is, Neil murdering what is either part one, two, or four of his "classic" era to make way for part two or three or five because the only other choice would have been to shamefully fade away or burn out or whatever everybody else did.

Because he just transcends every aspect of everything else and if you supposedly enjoy this music and yet don't realize this then you're listening to it all wrong.

You don't know what it is to feel like every person in the world is going out of their way to obliviously suffocate any aspect of your life that has the potential to make things seem a little bit better, if only for an hour or two or until you wake up the next morning, except deep down you know it's you who is the one guilty of feeding yourself the most bullshit of all. Neil Young's friends are dying and his women are leaving and he's done all he can to stay true to his own individuality except that's not what people want and it's not the way that anything is going to get better.

And he isn't just going to stay in one place. He went completely off it on the last two records, even growing a beard and rejecting the oh so played out electric rock 'n roll guitar in favor of some bomb ass saloon piano that he could bash out the most tuneless bullshit on and not have to stand up. And now it's time to move on because he's really just sick and delirious and tired and that's why "Ambulance Blues" exists and is the Greatest Goddamned Song Ever Written and makes me think for nine whole minutes that maybe it's the lyrics that matter after all.

But enough about the baked as all fuck melancholy exhaustion apocalypse that is side two of this album, enough before I even get to the title track or "Motion Pictures" and how you should be ashamed of your life for the fact that feeling sorry for yourself has never resulted in writing THOSE fucking songs, Jesus Christ. Because everything else here is genius. Except "Vampire Blues." But complaining about a "filler track" that is so blatantly a filler track... who even does that anymore? Irrelevant. Levon Helm sits down, plays a 4/4 beat, and makes you rethink rock drumming as you thought you knew it. "Revolution Blues" is the definition of sheer brutality, a "VICIOUS SWIPE," indeed. Then there's the Crazy Horse guitar rock song with the beautiful riff and a vocal melody that goes to more wonderful places than any of us deserve to be taken.

I'm not going to just review all the songs on here, probably should have just stopped the review a couple paragraphs ago. You know I've listened to it a few times and don't consider not singling out "For The Turnstiles" as a highlight (which it isn't) as evidence that I "forgot about it" so don't try to pull that one, mister.

Wholly deserving of its classic status. Sure don't make 'em like this anymore!

Rating: Another pretty good Neil Young album.
Download Link: aaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

Have a Nice Life - Deathconsciousness

here's two broads with no money trying to be Fields of the Nephilim. if you've taken a freshman year art history class you'll know how awesome the cover art is. check it out if you're this one girl i fucked who took pictures of herself in the cemetery with a wig on.

RIYL: when the cock accidentally goes down the trachea

download link: www.megaupload.com/?d=JFE62LLC

Foo Fighters - Foo Fighters

Dave Grohl was the drummer for Nirvana and apparently he wrote some songs of his own, too! Foo Fighters is his opportunity to let his star truly shine. Not bad for a first try with little outside help save for some Greg Dulli guitar on "X-Static." You may have heard "Big Me" and "I'll Stick Around" popping up on radio or MTV, but the rest of the album is no slouch. From the more aggressive numbers ("Weenie Beenie," "Wattershed") to the kind of melodic grunge pop that proves Grohl to be close to former bandmate Kurt Cobain's equal ("Alone + Easy Target," "Good Grief"), the album's homespun eclecticism suggests that its creator has a long way to go in terms of refining and focusing his craft, but his current approach nevertheless makes for some tough rock songs that succeed in spite of their half-finished quality and hold much promise for Grohl's future achievements.

Rating: ***1/2/*****
Download Link: Download Foo Fighters' "All My Life" from Amazon.com for only $0.99 - http://www.amazon.com/All-My-Life/dp/B0018Q13JW

The Replacements - Let It Be(1984)

This album saved my life. Not in the literal sense(though, God, if I never heard it, who knows?), but it's the reason i wake up every morning. I first stumbled upon it in a used bin, amidst a bunch of Peter Gabriel solo albums and 80s David Bowie records, a diamond in the rough.

I can't even begin to remember what kind of person I was before I first heard this album. I wouldn't want to meet him. Whiny, fussy baby. I can't remember any day in particular that was important to me until I first listened to this album, the last album I bought as a teenager. I loved it more in the 3 days I had it as a nineteen year old than I do now. It's brought me to tears, I've listened to it while trashing rooms, hating myself, having sex, staying up all night with friends, shouting ever lyric at the top of my lungs like God's word, vacuuming, eating, drinking, breathing, living. This album is me. I don't ever want to hear anything else again but this album. I don't want to hear people talking, Even now my fingers are typing too loud, drowning out parts of Bob Stinson's whiskey-soaked guitars. I hate it.

Even the album cover, sometimes I wake up and I am that album cover. I'm the bass line to "I Will Dare," I'm Tommy, I'm Gary, I'm Dick, I'm Jane. "Unsatisfied" was the last song I ever played on my short-lived radio show. I remember the first time I heard it driving down Rt. 31 in Batavia, realizing brilliance was washing over my ears, I had to park the car and take it all in. It was the greatest moment of my life. Better than being born. Better than any moment in existence that ever has been or ever will be. No one had ever felt as special as I did at that precise second.

I turned 23 about a half hour ago. I'm listening to it right now. I hope I'm listening to it 20 minutes from now. I hope I'm listening to it 20 years from now, I hope I'm listening to it even after I'm dead. This album has been with me for three years now, the best three years of my life. I'll never be happier.

Go out and buy it, go buy three copies. Listen to it and over and over, let it change your life like it did to me. If it doesn't that's okay, that'll just make it even more special to me. I never really liked fitting in anyway.

Animal Collective - Merriweather Post Pavilion

POOP IN MY BUTT POOP ON MY TONGUE AND TEETH MMMMMMMMMMMM PUSSY SO WET

Hi! My dick is long and squishy!!!!!!!!! Come inside and play with my sloppy balls and butthole, they're a playground of fuckable shit smeared delights!!!

PREVIEW THE NEW ANIMAL COLLECTIVE ALBUM THAT EVERBYODY'S ALREADY HEARD RIGHT NOW GUYS!!!!!!!!!!!!


"IN THE FLOWERS"- SKULLS FUCKCED FORCEFULLY FUCKING FUCKING FUCKING LOTS OF NASTY FUCKING
"MY GIRLS" - SWEATY NASTY PUSSYHOLE SPREAD WIDER THAN ALASKA
"ALSO FRIGHTENED" - I WANT YOUR CUM YOUR HOT BLACK CUM I WANT IT INSIDE OF ME
"SUMMERTIME CLOTHES"- MAKE ME WIDER SO SO WIDE I WILL BE TIGHT NO LONGER
"DAILY ROUTINE" - SLOPPY TITTIES LICKING NIPS NIPS NIPS NIPS MMMMMMMMMMMMMMM SLURP!!!
"BLUISH" - SNIFF PANTIES SNIFF SNIFF SNIFF ALLD AY MUST SNIFF PANTIES
"GUYS EYES" - PEEPEEPEEPEEPEEPEEPEE BEACH BOYS
"TASTE" - CATCH A FART IN YORU MOUTH SEND IT BACK INTO ME WHERE IT STAYS FOREVER
"LION IN A COMA" - MOUTH IS STUCK ON COCK HAVE TO BEAT IT WITH A FUCKING CROWBAR TO LOB IT OFF
"NO MORE RUNNIN'" - JISM DRIPPING OUT OF ASS LICK IT UP THE JUICES WILL NEVER BE THE SAME
"BROTHERSPORT" - A BRUTAL FUCKING FUCK FUCK FUCKING COCKS IMPLODING MANGLED PUSSY IS ENOUGH TO GAS JEWS WITH MINIMAL EFFORT/////////////FSDAFFEFWYIFAYHFLLLZKUC9876546**********CCCC|||||||||

Rating: This album is SOOOOO good! It's gonna have to be a pretty amazing year for this to get topped in '09! This is easily the strongest and most tuneful Animal Collective album and you know this isn't the last or best we'll hear from them and it's things like this that make me truly fulfilled to hip to obscure alternative music.

Download Link: Wavves http://www.mediafire.com/?jooffd2ntz3

The Field - Yesterday And Today(2009)

This is another electronic minimal release on the KOMPAKT label. I don't like this as much as other "The Field" releases, maybe it'll grow on me. I don't know.

The album is named after one of The Beetles US-only albums entitled "Yesterday...and Today" and just so happens to contain every song from that album in it's entirety.

I'm listening to The Clash - Sandinista! right now and think it sorta sucks. Reggae??? BLEEECHHH!! The music equivalent of swallowing a live grenade and rubbing your tummy until it explodes, causing your delicious guts and fucking pancreas to spray everywhere in your two-bit suburban apartment complex.

Rating: Sold bone cruncher, The Field have done it again. Everyone else is saying it's just as great as the last one, maybe you should give it a listen and tell me what you think.

Download: i don't have it. Here's Sandinista! though.

http://www.megaupload.com/?d=4QIN7MPK

Corrupted - El Mundo Frio

Having kind of a rough night over here. The other day I thought about what it would be like to finally shove a gun down my fucking throat and show the world how much it has ruined me and for maybe the first time ever it didn't seem a completely unfathomable action. Now I'm realizing more than ever that I'm incapable of following any sort of plan that I set out for myself in accordance with how positive I know the outcome will be. Every day feels like I've fallen further, whatever ability I had to prioritize and learn from my mistakes as a pre-teen disintegrating into what will eventually be a vast nothingness, an empty world of tattered relationships and hopeless ambitions that I won't even be able to cull joy from merely thinking about fulfilling, as I barely do now.

I'm so tired and miserable. I seek little else other than some path towards self-improvement, to live in a way that lets me be self-involved enough as to not eat up the resources of others when they would prefer that I didn't, to not suppress or deny prevalent human emotions but to also not forget about the good things that are always there or react to persons in ways that are not true to my self and what I truly believe to be a reflection of the worldview that I have built up through my 19 years as a tortured social retard. And perhaps ultimately I will come out of this the most victorious. But that day has not yet arrived, no fucking way, and my simple efforts to act in the most broadly rewarding manner have been met with confusion and even disgust from the people I'm not even sure I can comfortably call my peers.

I wish people would work on finding their own ways of conquering their inescapably human tendencies before turning to drugs to do it for them. I wish that persons who respected me would realize that they can't show me this by doing everything in their power to destroy the most valuable relationship in my life. I wish I could feel panic the most during the stages when prevention is actually a viable option. I wish that having an admirable grasp on one's "self-awareness" was more than some meaningless bullshit concept that no young person can ever give any thought to and still remain in a blissfully ignorant state or anything other than that exact thing with the "blissful" part replaced by insecurity of the most visibly horrifying nature. I wish I could discover some objective measure of how much more alone I may or may not be than everybody else. I wish that I could look back on every day's worth of accomplishments as I would an entire month's so that I can actually for once get caught up in the moments that I deserve to feel halfway decent about as they're still here to be lived through.

I wish every night wasn't like this.

Rating: It's like if Red House Painters were a bunch of filthy Mexicans! Can't believe anybody takes "metal" seriously, wow. BOOOOOOR-ING.

Download Link: Crystal Castles - "Courtship Dating" http://www.mediafire.com/?9tm4vnq1a91

Michael Mayer - Immer

This is a minimal techno release from 2002 on the KOMPAKT label.

It's pretty great, idk. Reminds me of sweaty labias.

Rating: 5 stars from the All Music Guide so you know it's a modern masterpiece of the '00s on par with David Cross's Shut Up You Fucking Baby! and System of A Down's Toxicity.

Download Link: Radiohead - In Rainbows (full album) http://www.megaupload.com/?d=6GVT3IFJ

The Field - Things Keep Falling Down(2005)

Another pretty good The Field album.

Rating: Bleeps and bloops.

Download:

Dead Kennedys - Fresh Fruit For Rotting Vegetables(1980)

Dead Kennedys were a hardcore punk band from 2001-2008 with brendan cruz on vocals. amazingly talented black drummer peligro on drumz. east bay ray on guitar, and rev. al sharpton on bass. this highly influential multi-ethnic pop punk band had a great formula. Fast, non-formulaic punk songs fused w/ extremely leftist(and funny!) political rantings.

This was their first album where the Kennedys were at their funnest and fartiest, and much, much slower than any of the material they did after this. (The drummer they had on this album was more of a sperm whale and couldn't drum beat his kits bashiest enough until they hired talented black comedian, peligro(which means danger! in mexico).

Anyway, Brendan Cruz's lyrics hadn't gotten to the point of self-parody yet, and the guitarwork that is on this debut LP is some of the most inventive, visionary, and influential ever recorded. The Donkey Kongs had a unique sound, and coupled with the "piss off mom & dad" lyrics, these guys were practically tailor-made to appeal to the average pimple faced high schooler who is too much of a gay to ever be cool enough to try hard in gym class or have sex before he turns 30.

Anyway, the band recently broke up due to health concerns, and-wait, the original vocalist is featured on this album??? I thought the Dead Kennedys were recen

Rating:


Download: http://www.megaupload.com/?d=W88FB3BZ

Gas - Nah Und Fern

This is a minimal techno release with music from 1996-2000 on the KOMPAKT label.

It's alright... now... in fact, it's a (4 disc box set by) GAS!!!!!

Rating: 10/10, all the albums are the same.

Download Link: The Beatles - 1 (full album) http://www.megaupload.com/?d=6GVT3IFJ

Nirvana - Bleach(1989)

Let's set the record on KUrd Cobain, the dude was a talented songwriter and also very tale4nted at killing himself. How did he blow his brains out with a shotgun using his toe or whatever the story is? I can't even tie my shoes.

This is the album that came out before Nevermind that not as many people have heard. A lot of the songs are really, really simple. "Floyd The Barber" for example, basically has the same guitar, bass, and drum parts playing over and over, and the vocal melody isn't exactly the most charming. However, I'm a huge fan of this albums sound. For an album called "Bleach" it sure sounds really filthy, and all the guitars sound like Black Sabbath riffs.

Kurt Cobain wrote most of these songs, but Dave Grohls co-wrote the better songs like "about a girl" "celebrated summer" and "my name is jonas" the latter being probably the most important song in the bands history.

All the songs are good on here except the last track which was added to the CD version. "Downer," it sounds like a wet, smelly dog licking mustard spread around his master's moist buttcrack.

After this album, all three members of the Nirvanas quite the band and reformed as New Order with Gillian Gilbert on guitar!

Rating: This is probably my second favorite Nirvanas album, I'd give it an 8/10 but I'd rate it higher if all the songs sounded as good as "About A girl" "Blew" Love Buzz "and Sphaghetti"


Download:
http://www.megaupload.com/?d=UD36VCFX

The Field - From Here We Go Sublime

This is a minimal techno release from 2007 on the KOMPAKT label.

I like men.

Rating:

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At The Drive-in - Relationship Of Command(2000)


Once upon a time there were two cholos named Omar Rodriguez and Cedric Bixler, they teamed up with some of the biggest cock sucking faggots on the planet one day in texas and released tons of albums, EPs, and singles that brought a smile to many a people in the music listening community.

Then one day Cedric grew a giant dick and started raping and fucking everything in the whole world. His dick grew to be about a thousand feet long and he rubbed his dick so strongly he squirted his semen onto the entire world. The semen was as black as blood and smothered the 3 other homos in the At The Drive-ins and smothered the entire world with pain and misert.

that semen was The Mars Volta.

Fuck you, Cedric Bixler and Homer Rodriguez.

Rating: 10/10

Download Link: http://www.megaupload.com/?d=KVJQQZ5H |