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Tuesday, June 28, 2011

The Dukes Of Nothing - War & Wine




Former members of Iron Monkey playing scuzzy punk'n'roll. These dudes only released a couple 7 inches and this EP before breaking up (almost a decade ago). The singer of this band, Tony Sylvester, just recently replaced Hank Von Helvete in Turbonegro (the outcome can't possibly be as bad as Hank's new band Doctor Midnight and the Mercy Cult). If you dig Mötörhead, Zeke and Ass Cobra-era Turbonegro then The Dukes Of Nothing will leave you moist in the crotch.

Wednesday, March 16, 2011

GG Allin - Hated In The Nation




Everyones favourite shit-smeared-nihilist-micropenis flashing-punk rocker. GG (born Jesus Christ Allin) was one wild dude who obeyed no laws, not even those of basic human hygiene. Serial killer John Wayne Gacy remarked after meeting GG that he "loved that guy, but God damned if he didn't smell like the worst pissy-assed wino I'd ever met". This is outcast music made by the most famous outcast in rock and roll. J. Mascis plays lead guitar on three of these tracks (as part of The New York Superscum), he was originally going to record a whole live set but in typical GG fashion the plug was pulled on the show after only three songs (GG shit all over the stage, rolled around in it and began attacking the audience). BITE IT YOU SCUM.

Sunday, December 12, 2010

Guided By Voices - 1986-92














Forever Since Breakfast, the bands debut release, saw them playing American college rock in the vein of early R.E.M. After Devil Between My Toes was released Guided By Voices stopped playing live, due in part to their albums failing to catch on locally as well as the members responsibilities to their families and various day jobs (most famously Robert Pollard who was a fourth grade teacher). The next series of albums were all self financed/released by the band in limited numbers, recorded in the garage 8-track studio of a Dayton friend. During this time the core was Robert, his brother Jim (who never fully joined the band due to his working the second shift at the local GM plant) and Mitch Mitchell. Propeller was supposed to be the bands farewell, however, a friend of the band sent it out to publications and they gained national exposure in the pages of Alternative Press and most notably in Spin magazine. This resulted in several celebrated live performances in Philly and New York, where Mitch Mitchell jumped and windmilled like the bastard child of Pete Townsend, and Robert did microphone twirls and high kicks with beer and cigarette in hand. Every album has its high points (and very few lows), Propeller stands up the best today, but they all fucking slay. Thank Jah they never quit after Propeller.

Tuesday, October 19, 2010

The Fucking Wrath - Terra Fire




These are some dirty fucking jams. The Fucking Wrath can go from sludgy doom-laden riffs to pummeling d-beat hardcore flawlessly and within the same song. Their debut LP Season Of Evil was the fucking tits, and this EP is a true rager. If you like your hardcore crusty and your metal sludgy than The Fucking Wrath will make you spill your children. This is their first release for the venerable Tee Pee Records, and hopefully it won't be their last.