I'VE GOT THIS CRAZY FEELING SINCE I KNOW I REMEMBER WHEN BUT NOW I'M SURE I'M OLD AND I'M PURE COMIN AROUND THIS HAPPENED AGAIN WAKE UP YOU MIRACLE DUMB BELL IT'S TIME TO FALL OUT THE WINDOW WITH ME
Tuesday, February 11, 2014
TWENNY THIRTINE
Let’s get real. The story of the year was not, belie it or
not, Ed Snowden (or Kanye West). It was Christopher motherfuckin’ Dorner.
Blambo: The Revenge. A real-time terror spree, an epic statewide manhunt, an
armed stand-off, a fiery demise. Brought to you in living (ahem) color by a
slew of three-lettered acronyms and one pissed-off ex-everything. A man with a
special set of skills. Twilight language. Ignore this at your own peril. Blambo
was out for blood. In my heart of hearts, he’s still running free, lining up
corrupt peace officers for execution. Every ‘80s actioner coming true all at
once, forever. Strange how his “narrative” seems to have been excised from all
major media, less than one year later. Why? It’s too fucking terrifying to
contemplate, that’s why. One of “our own” turned inside-out by abuse and self-hatred,
years of simmering rage, exploding in a cool, calm, and collected targeting of
former “comrades.” It doesn’t get much richer, thicker, more desperate and
dramatic. Did you forget? How about all those other shootings? Carried out by
civilians, no less. Sorry to bring you down. Can I see both of your hands? I’m
not sure I trust you. Don’t take it personally, it’s been a rough year.
If you didn’t give a slice of your (y)ear over to Cuntz, you
must either hate to laugh or not enjoy getting your head kicked in. I can
understand the latter, but I cannot forgive the former. If you ain’t a Solid
Mate, say Aloha, baybee. Based upon the wake of their month-long US tour,
in the modern parlance, Cuntz “won” 2013.
A case could be made that, in fact, Obnox won 2013, and that
case would be hard to argue. Against. I’m wondering when Bim will catch up on
jotting down all those names of all those asses Obnox kicked, live or on wax.
He probably needs at least a few more weeks, it was a long year. Corrupt
Free Enterprise (12XU) is the heavyweight, but that A
Ragin’ in the Sun 7” (Anyway)
is pure ‘scale. A double set, a maxi 12”er, a 2x45 and two 7” EPs. Hell, let’s throw the Bassholes platter Boogieman’s
Stew (CDR) in there too. Game, set, match.
Have you heard Human Eye? Oh, finally! Thank you Goner
Records, with 4: Into Unknown, the best band OUT THERE seemed to finally get
some real notice outside of our little bubble. Couldn’t happen to a better band.
No, really, it couldn’t; there isn’t one.
Destruction Unit put out two LPs
and a couple 7”s this year. It’s all good, but I sure hope you caught them on
their endless tour -- live is where their desert found its true voice, and it
is a loud and anguished moan.
Hey shithead, Australia’s Homeless
Records was the label of the year. Going from releasing one LP in 2012 (Bits of
Shit’s debut) to ten this year, Homeless established itself as the go-to label
for dirty, grimy real world rock music. Featuring a nice split between crucial
archival releases (both Stabs LPs and bringing late 90s Tasmanian heroes The
Stickmen to wider attention) and vital new Oz bands like the aforementioned
Cuntz, the Teasers-meets-Killdozer grind of Sewers (Hoisted) and the corroded psych-punk of
Gentlemen (Sex Tape). Homeless even found the time to squeeze out K-85,
a lovely album by Dan Melchior that is like Dan’s miniature Another Green World. And for the
finishing blow, Richie even snuck in first-time vinyl issues of Tasmanian local
legends The Stickmen; I’m partial to the livewire postpunk of the ’98 debut.
More meaty stuff is on deck for the coming twelve months. It’s a good time to
be Homeless (??).
While I have nothing but respect
for the Drag City label (I grew up indie-damaged in the early/mid 90s after all),
not much they have released in recent years has pricked up my ears. That
changed with the welcome Venom P. Stinger reissue campaign they embarked upon
this year. Nothing fancy (tho a lil’ pricey), straightforward re-ups of classic
stabs of anti-you Antipodean rockjazz. First, buy 1986’s scabrous, borderline
psychotic Meet My Friend Venom, then pick-up 1990’s What’s Yours Is Mine, which
is one of the more effectively portrayed descents into personal hell on a
(ostensibly) rock n’ roll album. It sucks Lou died, and Berlin is a bummer, but this album will keep you comfort in your
loneliness like a plague blanket and bottle of cheap red. The merely-good Waiting
Room EP is optional IMHO, but the “Walking About” 7” is about as
essential as they come. Total tornado, your life is not your own.
The Floor Above’s Bishop
(Savage Quality) turned the whole “one-man band” equation on its head. No Hasil
Adkins disciple, this fella continues to grind steel wool against the open
wounds of society. Bishop sounds like one dude’s refusal to consent – a giant FUCK
EVERYTHING communicated through caustic, blazing-fast punk with thrilling noise
guitar taking place of done-to-death hardcore chord “progressions.”
Hardcore Devo – what else
can be said? You’re all devo, volumes one and two. A doff of the clear plastic
mask to our friends over at Superior Viaduct. Holy shit, what a year they had.
There was no way in hell I could keep up. But I will tell ya that the
remastered version of MX-80 Sound’s Hard Attack is fucking unstoppable;
make no mistake, MX-80 is a force, and this is their finest LP. Anyone who
tells you otherwise, while surely well-meaning, is still a liar and a fool.
I’ve said this before, and I’ll say it even after I’m dead: If you don’t own
the Negative Trend EP in some form (no, digital files don’t count), then you
are not, and never will be, punk. Is that annoying to read? Imagine how
annoying it is to hear people blubber and blabber about punk, and they know
naught of this record. Now you really
have no excuse. SV gone and done made it easily available; I hear squares are
even allowed to buy it (making them instantly cool, whatta deal!). Couple these
significant victories with essential reissues that range from 100 Flowers,
Martin Rev and Tuxedomoon to Heldon, Glaxo Babies and a cornucopia of obscure
prog and lost soundtracks. One of my favorite things to listen to this year was
Craig Leon’s Nommos, an intergalactic transmission from alien astronauts,
recombo’d by futuristic Mayan priests floating on a cloud-like bed of glowing crystals
thousands of years forward in the future-past. There’s an interesting
behind-the-scenes conflict regarding this reissue too, but I’ll let our Goggle
overlords direct you in the case you wanna know more.
Siltbreeze’s Scorched Earth Policy & Victor Dimisich
Band collection LPs + Captured Tracks/Flying Nun reish campaign (Toy Love!
Snapper! Clean! Verlaines! more!) + 540 Records’ Peter Gutteridge Pure
vinylization x Peter Jefferies’ Last Great Challenge in a Dull World
(De Stijl) = NZ DUZ IT. Evverytime.
One more thing from Down There: The Division Four 1983
Demo Cassette 12” (Smart Guy) was one of my favorite releases of the
year, new or old. An absolute must for any self-respecting post-punk
enthusiast.
S-S Records had a bit of an under-the-radar yet stellar schedule: the open up n’ bleed Slavic punk of Satan Panonski collection Hard Blood Shock, Banque Allemande’s Gordons-gone-Velvets (or is it the other way ‘round?) Willst Du Chinese Sein Musst Du Die Ekligen Sachen Essen, a coupla quality Spray Paint albums, and other stuff like neg-vibe “merchants” Life Stinks and decades-old Italian HC demos. Bravo.
Toronto’s Teenanger continue to
make very cool punk rock music. Singles Don’t Sell (Telephone Explosion) is another
winner, 12 infectious cuts with a few new wrinkles. Consistently excellent
band.
Liquor Store went big-time on In
The Garden (Almost Ready), and they have the songs, balls, charm,
guitars, and guitars to back it up. “I’m just a pile of dirt” is one of the
year’s more succinct and right-on statements. Write on, ride on.
There was some really great stuff
this year that I only heard via demos or bandcamp, or demos on bandcamp. Like
Taiwan Housing Project (Kilynn from Little Claw + Mark Feehan from Harry
Pussy), or School Girl Report’s Success is Dating or just new bands
with hard-to-find albums (Quttinirpaaq
are cool). Blogs like Terminal Escape and the Urbankill tumblr
are rife with all kinds of cool international sounds discovered via either
dusty tape or easily-clickable streaming pages. Even if the tech is new, the
game is the same: the constant hunt for that next band that locks you in,
dredges up more than just “Oh cool, it sounds like X crossed with Q.” One band
I listened to this a lot this year (courtesy of TE) does both of those things (ie.
fulfill both trainspottery and engage my actual remaining emotions). A demo
called Yeah I Know by a trio from Atlanta called Dasher got
stuck in my craw almost instantly. In a current climate of ‘90s revivalism,
Dasher gets “it” right, while also sounding vital and contemporary. Singer/drummer
Kylee has a rasping voice that I initially mistook for a person of the male
persuasion. She has a knack for welding intense, almost Jap HC vocals to big,
thick anthems of strangled noise rock. MBV, Sonic Youth and Archers of Loaf
steeped in a lifetime of Southern crust. Spring brings us a 7” on Die Slaughterhaus.
Other musics
[good to great/new and new again]: Pampers s/t (In The Red), Counter Intuits s/t
(Pyramid Scheme), TV Ghost Disconnect (In The Red), The Haxan
Cloak Excavation (Tri Angle), The 39 Clocks Pain It Dark (Luxury
Products), Circuit Des Yeux Overdue (self-released), Joel RL
Phelps Gala (12XU), Pop. 1280 Imps of Perversion (Sacred Bones), Giant
Henry Big Baby (Numero Group), Murderedman Love in Danger (Soundesign),
Sightings Terribly Well (Dais), Pussy Galore Groovy Hate Fuck (Shove),
The Invisible Hands s/t (Abduction), Run The Jewels s/t (Fool's Gold), Afflicted Man I’m Off Me ‘Ead (Permanent), Bone For Want of Feeling (Tenzenmen),
15-60-75 (aka The Numbers Band) Jimmy Bell’s Still In Town (Exit
Stencil), True Sons of Thunder Stop and Smell Your Face (Little Big
Chief), Tar 1988 – 1995 (Chunklet), Moonrises Frozen Altars (Captcha), Androids
of Mu Blood Robots (Water Wing), Dan Friel
Total
Folklore (Thrill Jockey), Cut Hands Damballah 58 (Blackest
Ever Black), Orchid Spangiafora Flee’s Past’s Ape Self (Feeding Tube), Bona Dish The
Zaragoza Tapes 1981-1982 + Earth Dies Burning Songs From the Valley of the
Bored Teenager (1981-1984) (Captured Tracks), Shocked Minds s/t (Hozac), The Zingers s/t (Million
Dollar), The Love Triangle Clever Clever (Static Shock/Sorry
State), Matmos The Marriage of True Minds (Thrill Jockey), Tiger Hatchery Sun
Worship (ESP-Disk), PYPY Pagan Day (Black Gladiator), Dirty
Beaches Drifters/Love is The Devil (Zoo), The Feeling of Love Reward
Your Grace (Born Bad), Rodion G.A. The Lost Tapes (Strut), AANIPAA Through
a Pre-Memory (Editions Mego), Fuzz s/t (In The Red), Bad Noids Everything
From Soup to Desert (Katorga Works), Rodan Fifteen Quiet Years (Quarterstick/Touch
& Go), Thee Oh Sees Floating Coffin + Moon
Sick EP (Castle Face), Joint D Satan is Real Again, Again… (Sorry
State), The Gotobeds 7” (Mind Cure), Cellos 3-song 7” (Doormat), La Luz 45
(Water Wing), Livids various singles, Cosmic Psychos reissues on Goner (and
live, it’d been awhile).
[originally published on Terminal Boredom, minus the last bit]
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