5/31/12

new package!

Shoutout to the homie from Population Kontrol zine for the hookup. Noooice!

5/29/12

Record Review: Quelle Chris-2Dirt4TV EP

Quelle Chris-2Dirt4TV EP
By Nathan G. O'Brien on Scene Point Blank

Hot off the heels his under-appreciated 2011 debut full-length Shotgun & Sleek Rifle, Detroit MC/producer Quelle Chris drops his latest EP, 2Dirt4TV. This time around Quelle steps from behind the boards, leaving the production to “Legendary underground MySpace producer” Mr. Dibia$e. The result couldn’t be more seamlessly harmonized, as Dibia$e’s laid-back boom-bap balances Quelle’s nonconformist flow in way that recalls the arty weirdness of rappers like Das Racist, fellow Detroiter Danny Brown, Devin the Dude and oddly enough, Native Tongues.  ...read all of this awesome review at this jam right here.

5/26/12

Scene Report: Punk Night at Memory Lanes Block Party

Memory Lanes Block Party, Punk Night, Mpls, MN, 5/25/12
Things got off to an early start on the bigger stage with ska-punkers Rocksteady Breakfast. Yes, you heard that right: in the year 2012 AD, there is still such a thing as ska-punk. And the band is not made up of junior high kids like you'd expect. Yawn. Pretty sweet street-punk looking crew though. Lots of attention to detail when it comes to their, ah, outfits.

Brain Tumors, one of the bands that will be on the HDD All-City First Team of Punk, played next on the tent stage.  (They will be #2, 3, 4, or 5, but not #1.  That spot belongs to Condominium.  We'll be addressing our first and second teams in upcoming posts.)  The lead singer Drew is a maniac; a drunken maniac.  He comes from the school of thought that hardcore is supposed to be violent and confrontational and he does it really well.  He was bleeding from his lip, forehead and arm by the time the first song ended.  He actually punched me in my eye at one point.  They were as impressive as ever.

Children of Euler were next up on the big stage.  They play some technical, prog-ish black metal type of thing.  I dig it sorta.  Pretty sure I’ve seen them before but I can’t remember where.  There was lots of mathematical and scientific kind of chatter between songs.  Someone told me they are all really smart math dudes and that the lead singer even teaches math somewhere.  I cannot confirm that; it's just something some drunken chick with Addicts, Misfits and Subhumans patches said to me.  I'm pretty much over anyone that is still wearing any of those patches when they are legal drinking age.  Those patches are for the young'ns who are just getting into punk.  Once you can legally buy booze for yourself, you should get into D-beat or crust or something.  You’re like, old and shit.  Speaking of young'ns wearing patches, I will never get over kids wearing any patches of any punk band ever.  That shit is the bomb, and makes me smile and/or tear up every time I see it.  What can I say; I'm a sentimental wreck when it comes to this shit.

Back on the small stage was Chicago hardcore ragers Manipulation.  Pretty fucking rad, but dude's mic cord wasn't as long as Drew's, so he couldn't be as in-your-face as Brain Tumors was.  Not that they didn't give it their best shot though.  I dug it for sure. I also started drinking at this point, as I was tired of waiting for Lars the Heathen to get there.  I went to take a piss after Manipulation was done, and literally five seconds after I stepped in the honey bucket, a dude started pounding on the door and screaming at me for being in there too long.  I finished pissing and waited for him to hit the door again.  Then just as he did, I kicked that motherfucker open as hard as I could and nearly broke the dude's hand.  He immediately stepped down like, "Ah man, it wasn't me."  I'm like, no I'm pretty sure it was you and that’s why your hand hurts now—because you were being an asshole.  He walked away.  He must not have had to use the bathroom so bad anymore.

Varix played next on the big stage.  They were good but that stage was way too big for them, and as result, they sort of lost the crowd.  Lars arrived and we started pounding beers in a bad way.  Some dude sat on the edge of table that Lars had set his beer.  It flipped into the air and all over the Brown Sugar LP that I had just purchased from the Manipulation distro.  Dude gave us a look that pretty much said, "I'm not going to apologize for shit."  I had to physically stop Lars from pummeling this guy.  He wouldn't calm down until I reminded him that he probably doesn't want to go back to jail.

Once again back to the small/tent stage where In Defence did their thing that they always do.  I'm fairly certain that anyone that has made it this far knows what In Defence is all about, so I'll spare you the details.  I'll just say this: their performance and subsequent crowd reaction was enough to make the guys from Needles, who were watching intently from the side, decide they were going to play on the small stage instead of the ridiculous big one where they were scheduled.

By the time Martin and crew cranked out their first screeching note, the crowd had nearly doubled in size and everyone was seemingly wasted and/or psyched to see Oakland's Needles.  And they did not disappoint!  As with Martin's previous bands, energetic thrashy hardcore is the name of the game.  Big circle pits, empty pizza boxes being tossed about, and stage diving was just a few of the ways in which the audience reacted.  One dude even attempted to climb one of the poles that was holding the tent up.  Lars disappeared with some woman he knew from Black Label Bicycle Club for awhile.  I was pretty sure they were making out and/or snorting blow in the handicap honey bucket. But I was too buzzed and too wrapped up in the chaos to care.  Needles is the shit, man.

Inside for the late show, I caught Cognitive Dissonance's set on the bowling lane stage.  They pretty much get better every time I see them.  And I had just seen them last Sunday opening for Tragedy and I thought they were awesome then.  (Cog-Dis, like Brain Tumors is also on the HDD All City First Team.  Come to think of it, In Defence might be on there too--they will for sure make Second Team if anything.)  On my way out the door I ran into Lars, who confirmed my suspicion.  He had been making out AND doing blow in the handicap honey bucket with one of the girls from Black Label.  That is until some of the dudes in Black Label got pushy with him and made the girl leave with them.  That was probably for the better anyway.  I decided to call it a night, as I had some shit to do this morning, already had about seven beers, and little interest in seeing The Arrivals.  Plus there was no way I could keep up with a coked-up Lars the Heathen at this point.

On the ride home, I stopped at Cub Foods and bought a Red Barron, which I ate almost all of before passing out on the couch.  I never did that shit I was supposed to do this morning and I hate myself for eating like a pig.  Not sure how Lars’ night ended, but I’m crossing my fingers that it wasn’t in some sort of police standoff.  The end. 
  
Sweetest kids ever in history of punk rock.


Manipulation

Needles circle pit

Needles circle pit2

Martin Needles


Needles

5/25/12

Event Reminder: Giant Punk Show Tonight at Memory Lanes

A few of us HDDers will be at Memory Lanes tonight for what promises to be a rad show. You should come down and say hi. Martin Sorrondeguy of Los Crudos/Limp Wrist/Armada Discos/MaximumRockNRoll/photograpy zine fame will be there with his current band Needles. And if you miss Needles, you're basically being an asshole. Don't be an asshole.


5/23/12

Back in again and going out again too

Mail art returns once more:  the OG...round 1...and round 2 below...now a few adds, and it's out the door again...


5/22/12

Upcoming Shows: Antisect, Deviated Instinct

Twin Cities Ponx, Punx and Punks, mark your calendars for these shows...

Send your stuff to: bnb@hotdogdayz.com

5/21/12

Record Review: Police Bastard/WAR//PLAGUE-Attrition split LP

Police Bastard/WAR//PLAGUE-Attrition split LP (Profane Existence)
By Nathan G. O'Brien on Scene Point Blank

Attrition brings together two punk bands from opposing sides of the Atlantic Ocean—England’s Police Bastard and the United State’s WAR//PLAGUE. Most of the material was recorded at various points in 2009 but not released on vinyl until May of 2011, when Profane Existence Records pressed up a couple thousand slabs of wax to unleash to patched-up masses.

WAR//PLAGUE is from Minneapolis, MN and is made up of veterans of that scene—members having previously played in bands like Pontius Pilate, Provoked and Scorned, among others. It’s hard to pinpoint their sound exactly, as they swim in the coagulated genre scum pond that is modern day crust, but also do a fragment of D-beat the way it was done in the ‘80s and ‘90s—the guitars are lower in the mix but not buried, and the vocals, while gruff, are clear enough that you can understand the lyrics.  ...read full-length review at this place.

5/20/12

Scene Report: Tough Mudder

Tough Mudder, Somerset WI, 5/20/12
There is not a lot to say right now because I am wiped the fuck out.  Months of training paid of huge today.  If you don't know what the Tough Mudder is, go here and check it out.  Just know this: I killed that motherfucker.  Despite the grueling terrain, half-marathon run, bad weather, and will-crushing obstacles, I overcame physical and emotional fears, and did it with a perma-grin on my face.  It was one of the most incredible things I've done, and I not at all shy about being proud of myself.  As the hippity-hoppers say, haters gonna hate.  I could not have done it without my teammates who were there to push me through it, and my girlfriend who provided moral support and ibuprofen when my back and hips were locking up.

-Nathan G.
















Somerset, WI, 5/20/12

5/19/12

5/18/12

Scene Report: Bat in the House w/Cock & Balls.

So the gf sent me into the bedroom to grab something off the dresser and right when I went to grab said thing, I was like, whooooa, that IS NOT a dead leaf sitting in the window sill.  The window sill is just above the dresser, btw, and the cat is always dragging dead leaves and shit into the house, what with her long-ass shaggy hair and all.  Anywhodunnit, as I was saying...

I was like, whooooa, that IS NOT a leaf sitting in the window sill, that IS a fucking chiropteran motherfucker!  I can see it is still breathing, so I'm like, oh shit that chriropteran motherfucker is still alive!  Now, I'm not afraid of bats, but I know the gf is and I don't know how to tell her we gots one of these mofos sitting in our window sill right about now.  So, I'm like, ahhh honey, we gots a sitchy right here that we gots to deal wit.  She's like, "whaaaat do you mean?"  So I decide to just come out with it, and am like, well there is a bat sitting in the window sill.  She fuhh-reaks-the-fuck-out and starts like crying and shit.  "Are you going to kill it?"  Ah, no.  No, I am not going to kill this chiropteran motherfucker.  I killed a bat once and it's scream was enough to make me wish it was me that had been killed.  It was in my old apartment in Steven's Square.  I dropped a brick on this bat's head and then stepped on it. Shreeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeak!  NEVER AGAIN WILL I KILL A BAT!  Anyhoudini, as I was saying...  

She's wondering if I am going to kill this mofo and crying and shit.  I was like, relax, I know a trick.  I grabbed a towel, got that sucker wet, and tossed it over the bat.  Then I scooped it up and took it outside, where I shook the towel, assuming the bat would fly off.  It's an old trick I learned once at First Avenue back in the day when there was a bat flying around the women's bathroom.  Some chick was like, "Just throw a wet towel over it so it can't fly, duh."  My friend Matt and I did it once in his old apartment in Stevens too.  I tell ya, Stevens was lousy with bats up in that bitch.  Anywhosery, as I was saying...

I was hoping the bat would have just flown away but it didn't.  It just fell to the ground and was panting hard.  I was like, oh shit, the cat is going to get into this chiropteran motherfucker if I don't do something about it.  So I used a shovel to gently scoop it up and set it on top of the roof of the garage, hoping it would get it's bearings back and fly away upon nightfall.  I checked on it periodically throughout the day and evening but the dude wouldn't move.  I could see that he was still breathing though, so I had hope. The cool thing is that through all this the gf started to pull for the little fella too, always asking "How's the bat doing?" And saying "I hope it lives" and shit.  She was genuinely concerned for this poor chiropteran motherfucker.  It reminded me of the time when we were first dating and I taught her to cuddle.  True story--she was not a cuddler.  She had this tough exterior like, "I don't need dudes.  I don't cuddle with nobody."  She also didn't like cats.  Now she's all like the cat's mom and shit.  So I taught her to cuddle and to like cats.  Anywhosers, as I was saying...  

So now we are both hoping this bat doesn't' die.  Well, I'll just jump to the end here...it died.  I found it the next morning on top of the garage right where I had put it, and it wasn't breathing anymore.  Honestly, I think I knew this was coming because one of the last times I had checked on the chiropteran motherfucker, I think I saw it take it's final breath--It was a big exhale, and then his body sort of just collapsed.  I didn't want to believe it when it happened but I think that was it.  At least there was no scream like with the brick-to-the-dome bat back in Stevens.  We were hoping this guy would make it but he didn't.  The cool thing is, in the interest of science I took some pics of it after it had passed on, as is my wont, and discovered something that I never knew before: BATS HAVE PENISES.  Testes and penises to be exact.  In the interest of full disclosure, I must admit, I used a stick to poke the bat in the dong.  Weird, I know right.  The gf thinks I have some sort of psycho disorder now.  But I think she just watches too much Criminal Minds.  

So there is the story of the bat with cock and balls that was in our house.  RIP little penis and balls-having bat.  The end.
 
chiropteran motherfucker, still alive, post wet towel trick

dead

deader

most deadest, but with exceptional cock & balls