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“people are dumb”
I thought White lung was about inhaling asbestos, not flour. THIS IS WORLD CHANGING AND NOW I DONT KNOW.
WIYCP #1 - New Flesh - What’s In Your Chaos Pouch?
I spoke with Jordan from New Flesh, a fastcore band from St. John’s, Newfoundland and found out what he keeps in his chaos pouch. Also featuring live performance of their song “Unfun” from their Feeding Tube CS at the Richmond Tavern in London, Ontario on May 16th, 2013.
Bud of mine did his first video interview where he asks punks what is in their fanny-packs (or as he puts it, Chaos Pouches). A good watch.
This has been my day thus far. Pretty great.
Also, going to see Spring Breakers in a little so that fuckin rules too.
My day in eight bullet points.
- Woke up
- Ate leftover collards and smoked ham (it was great when I made it and it’s still great)
- Went to work and watched most of The Gatekeepers. It’s a documentary about Shin Bet (Israel’s main security force) done through conversations with either all or almost all of it’s surviving former leaders. Long story short, even most of the leaders admit that the Israeli/Palestinian conflict in a complete mess that Israel is not blameless in the furthering of conflict. Almost got weird and teary when the oldest man they were interviewing shuddered at the idea of using one tonne bombs on houses.
- Came home and ate pre-Mother’s Day KFC
- Made my mum a SWEET card. Cause she rules.
- Took my brother out for grilled cheese with spaghetti bolognese in it. Not only was it delicious but in the process saw a girl that I had a crush on in highschool so that was cool too.
- Now I can’t stop listening to this goddamn song. Seriously I just want to go to bed but I can’t stop.
Hüsker Dü - Makes No Sense At All
I guess I haven’t posted anything in a while or something like that. My new job got real recently and is frankly pretty exhausting in relation to what it actually consists of sometimes so I think I’m still in the process of adjusting to the weird schedule it entails.
I remembered this video today out of nowhere and it’s stillgreat. Totally perfect song, and the video always makes me excited for spring/summer weather, driving and hanging out. Husker Du has always been a summer band for me. Actually, I should rephrase that because Husker Du is really an all-season band for me; I just listen to even more Husker Du when winter finally turns to spring. Maybe the same feeling in their music that makes me feel even worse during the winter somehow just amplifies good things in the summer. Or something.
I think tomorrow I’ll spend the day before work laying off the more “serious” things I’ve been reading and tear a good chunk off the Husker Du biography I grabbed too long ago. Apparently it’s real shitty to the point where it doesn’t even discuss the Hart v. Mould falling out but it came with a big “What Would Husker Du?” sticker so it can’t be all bad I guess.
Another thing that isn’t all bad is that I’m gonna walk to the grocer tomorrow and grab some collards so I can finally use the smoked ham ends I’ve had in my freezer for the past month. Maybe actually sit my ass down and get a plan together for trying to put together some sort of zine or one sheet thing so I can force myself back into writing thing about music and things I like in a format less ephemeral than this site but ephemeral just the same.
You say you’ve got the tiger by its tail / But I don’t see things that way
I can’t stop listening to this record. The combo of that and the great art in the insert booklet (see example above) have likely made this my top 2013 record and it’s only May.
So impressed by it that I mailed out a letter today to join the Cülo Shock Troops. Real excited to see what that gets me. That was probably the highlight of my day so far, and likely the highlight of my day in general. I hope they send me back something cool or gross at least.
Toshio Saeki from Chimushi (2011)
Glad that after what seems like forever of seeing that painting of the woman having sex with an octopus on the internet I stumbled across Toshio Saeki. He painted that one as well as a whole host of amazing weird fetish or straight up gore pieces.
FEAR ON SNL
Easy come, easy go. Watch it while it’s up.
I remember the first time I saw this when I was just starting highschool and thought every punk show was this well attended/cool. Sometimes they’re pretty close but this video is really something else. Too bad SNL constantly pulls everything they can offa youtube so it might be down soon.
It’s cool to be able to sit around and watch a whole movie now that I’m finished all school-related obligations for the time being.
It’s even cooler to find sweet blaxploitation flicks on youtube for free. I’m sure Brotherhood of Death was taken as a joke or novelty to most people who’ve watched it over the years since it’s been almost forgotten even by exploitation film standards, but there were a couple things that I picked up on throughout the movie that I thought were great.
The big one was the reflection on the futility of using the regular democratic process to achieve emancipation from any sort of actual oppression. As it turns out when people in power (in this case, a white county sheriff’s department) also control the avenues to change (voter registration) it can become essentially impossible to resolve anything using that route. Who woulda thought, right?
There were also some great bits about the nature of hate groups, and while this film focuses on the KKK, I think they’re fairly universal. The first being a theme of extreme in-group paranoia in regards to being found out or disagreed with even by someone else in the group. Of course, this leads to the eventual downfall as it did in Brotherhood of Death.
Secondly, there was also a point where one of the main characters, after kidnapping a pair of the main KKK actors said something to the effect of “You putting a sheet over your head and calling yourselves dragons and think “oh boy this is gonna scare those darkies”“. I think that line resonated so well with me because it pulled the symbolism of the KKK into plain sight and exposed it as the absurdity it really is. I mean, when you think about it, the KKK was and still is just a bunch of angry racists with rifles cosplaying the knights templar. To see an aesthetic that is so dedicated to an ever-present ominous mystery reduced to the fact that yes, they’re basically wearing a sheet and acting like they have magic powers.
The little bit of gore and a killer soundtrack didn’t really hurt it either though.
TW: rape, sexual assault
Rapist - Combat 84
Hang ‘em high! Hang ‘em high! Hang ‘em high!
You watch those fucking bastards die.
Yeah so this band has had some questionable (to put it lightly) politics. But to this day even as a right-wing band they took a clearer stance on an issue and made a damn good song out of it than most other bands have (regardless of which way they lean politically).
Or in other words, it’s been a malt liquor and records night and I just listened to Raw Meat covering this song.
Una Bestia Incontrolable - La Primera Foguera
I saw this band last night along with Anti-Vibes, Absolut, Glam and Crazy Spirit. When I say Crazy Spirit I mean that I physically saw the members of the band, but I didn’t actually see them play since for whatever reason the show got cut right before they were supposed to play. I could try to guess why the show got cut short or moan about it, but those conspiracy theories are not the point of this post.
This band is a weird blend of things that I wouldn’t have ever thought to put together. Really trancy but really abrasive hardcore but without ever really venturing into noise territory which is a plus for me lately. I’ve been trying to write this stupid post all morning but every time I just end up playing this song and zoning out. Is this the punk equivalent of techno? Who knows, but I’m pretty glad I got to see it happen live. The band themselves call it psychedelic hardcore, whatever it is I think it’s great.
Their guitar player was also one of the most handsome gentlemen I’ve ever seen in hardcore. I think them being from Spain probably explains it, too bad that also means it was likely the only time to catch them.
Yesterday I had some downtime so I dove into my to-read pile and grabbed this zine by Ralph from the increasingly cool Not Normal Tapes/Records.
Today I decided to opt out of studying for an exam and flip through it again, it was that good. The subtitle of “Unfounded Opinions/Shit Talking” is pretty damn accurate and for the better. Most of the time, if whoever is putting together a zine is a halfway decent writer I’d rather be reading them talking about something than have to skim through a 6+ page interview. Luckily for me, this thing had a total of zero interviews and a total of uhhh… a lot of editorial ranting. Paired with a well selected review section and the genius idea of reviewing multiple releases in a single blurb, the rants stayed in my mind.
I like the idea of people making zines. But I’m not into the idea of people making bad zines full of the same “So are you touring? When is your record out?” interviews and reviews that were so painfully selected to reflect the desired popularity of the writer. This thing isn’t either of those things. While I don’t mind the Rival Mob, it was cool to finally see a negative review of their Hardcore for Hardcore EP (or any of their records, for that matter). Especially since I can’t even argue against the observation that the band survives by carefully selecting riffs and styles that already exist and fitting them together just right. I like what they do, sure, but Ralph was spot on saying that they’re “more Harley than JJ”.
Anyone who has talked to me in-depth about punk/hardcore knows I’m borderline obsessed with the idea of regional sounds and distinct artistic identities and similarities based on geographic location- especially with the advent of the internet supposedly bringing everyone together and homogenizing well… everything. Ralph seems to share that interest as he slices most of what matters in the current American hardcore world into tight regional groups and chooses one band from each to go in-depth and editorialize about. I’m not gonna go so far into that, except to say that I’d been planning to do the same thing with Canada in zine form since forever ago. Who knows if it will ever happen, but hopefully this summer I’ll sit down, shut up and make things work like that.
Oh yeah and the entire zine is done cut and paste style and looks KILLER. But that’s really just icing on the cake at this point. He talks a lot in the intro about how long it took him to get this thing together. While that might be why it’s so fucking good, I hope Ralph picks it up and cranks out a sequel real soon.
This is really funny to me
This isn’t all that funny to me and i was going to hold my tongue but i kept seeing it over and over. Um, you’re not ‘edgy’ for saying this. This is typical dude-bro misogynist bullshit. How the fuck do you know what anybody is thinking about when a band is playing?
Okay, that’s all I want to say.
I just wanted to reblog this and second that yeah it’s stupid for this guy to post that.
But I also wanted to say that I probably spend at least 1/3 of the sets I see thinking about things far more interesting and delicious than the bands playing. Disneyland and Pizza both qualify, although I’m more interested in books and burritos. Those girls are probably being critical enough to realize the band sucks and they’d rather be doing better things.
Oh and he used there instead of “they’re”.
Today was that whole record store day thing again…
I spent a couple hours in rooms full of some cool people and even more insufferable idiots with the primary purpose of buying some cool pieces of plastic and the secondary purpose of running into a couple people I hadn’t seen in a long while including a cool old boss.
I got a free sampler CD with this tear away loser crown in it. Of course, being the giant child I am, I had more fun with this than any of the records and fashioned the remainder of the perforated sheet into a kickin necklace while Megan made me this little surprise.
The CD probably won’t get any play since I realized I don’t have a CD player in my stereo and haven’t owned a music CD in going on 4 or 5 years. Oh well, at least the crown is a keeper for sure.
Oh yeah and I got that shirt through Youth Attack!. I imagine that I’m about on par with the rest of Mark McCoy’s clientele.
So I saw Pissed Jeans last night. Or Peepee Pants, as I lovingly referred to them as the evening progressed because hey I’m 22 years old now, I don’t get to say those words very often.
There was only one opening band who were frankly boring and not good. I won’t mention their name because I’m sure they could be just fine people that love and breathe just like any of the rest of us, but you can probably use Google if you’re that intent on figuring out what bands I don’t like.
More importantly though, I saw Pissed Jeans last night. I’ll be the first to admit that I haven’t always liked this band. I used to be stupid* about some music and wrote a lot of things off for being on certain labels or making broad generalizations about what they sound like. While some labels and band still deserve and receive that sort of assumption Pissed Jeans and Subpop were both unjustified victims of this. And to both of them, I sincerely apologize for talking smack, as it were.
Luckily I realized the error of my ways and now I realize that while I would argue that Subpop still puts out some records of questionable quality, Pissed Jeans are a 100% great band. So of course, I took the first opportunity to see them live since my grand revelation. And I would like to say that they did not disappoint for one second.
The biggest thing for me seeing a band live is that they have to do something beyond just playing their music. Sure music is fine and all but I could just sit at home and listen to their records for free. The best bands have always and will always be bands that know that being in a band is more than writing and playing music. There’s a necessity of paying attention to aesthetics that for some reason gets shunned in a fair deal of modern punk and hardcore and thus those bands suck.
Pissed Jeans understand that fully. The humour from their recordings shines through well in a live setting, as well as a dynamic that rivals good non-musical performances. Without implying that their set was some traveling freak show akin to GWAR or Weird Al or something, two members play the straight men to the antics of the other two. I use the term antics lightly because in reality, they actually reminded me of a real mature sense of humour akin to what you can see in live videos or recordings of musicians like Johnny Cash or Elvis. Just a good traditional wit and excellent timing. No slapstick, no gore, even minimal obscenity.
That sort of sense is what I want to see every band have. I don’t care if they thank the promoter or venue and I don’t care if they “tell it like it is, man”. I’ve got enough friends that tell it like it is and complain about everything in the world. Not to knock complaining or anything, cause I do it just as much and as well as anyone else but it’s refreshing to see even a slight resurgence of the performance in live music. Unless they’re an orchestra, it’s probably something that would benefit most bands a fair deal.
*or more stupid than I am now, depends on who you ask I guess.