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Bemidji, MN, 6/16/12


Record Review: Oh No-Ohnomite

Oh No-Ohnomite (Brick)
By Nathan G. O'Brien on Scene Point Blank

Following two collaborative efforts already this year alongside his fellow beatsmith and emcee The Alchemist as the duo Gangrene—the Vodka & Ayahuasca LP and the Odditorium EP—the West Coast producer and rapper Oh No returns once more for a solo mission with Ohnomite. Oh No—the younger brother of Madlib and son of singer Otis Jackson—was granted unmatched right of entry to the Rudy Ray Moore/Dolemite audio archives—which included legendary material from The Human Tornado, Petey Wheatstraw, the Dolemite Soundtrack and more, plus a multitude of previously unreleased and alternate acapellas and instrumentals. With that access came free rein to sample and manipulate it any way he see fit. The end result is a trunk-rattling chaotic burlesque of witty lyricism and gritty beats assembled from the nastiest fragments of funk, soul and Blaxploitation.  ...continue reading in new window.


oh, them dock dogs

Lake Hennepin, Bemidji, MN, 6/17/12


LeBron James is Four Titles and a Rape Allegation Away From Becoming Kobe Bryant: How the Miami Heat Winning is Bad for Basketball

LeBron James is Four Titles and a Rape Allegation Away From Becoming Kobe Bryant: How the Miami Heat Winning is Bad for Basketball
By Nathan G. O'Brien on Scene Point Blank

I ask you to forgive me in advance, or like, stop reading right now if you’re not into the sports stuff, because I am going to talk about basketball for a minute. Specifically LeBron James, who along with his neatly—and very publically and shamelessly—assembled squad of bad guys just won the NBA Finals Championship last night. They beat the good guys, the Oklahoma City Thunder, in a decisive 3 games to 1.

I’ll spare you the details of the back story, as I’m sure most people that made it past that last sentence are familiar with The Decision and subsequent The Promise, and how up until 12 hours or so ago, the immaturity, premature celebratory thoughtlessness and downright ridiculousness of those “events” combined to simultaneously create the biggest villain(s), the most highly scrutinized player & team, and ultimately (and previous to last night) the most comical and unanimously applauded failure in NBA Finals history. Hell, even if you pay a minuscule amount of attention to pop culture—as in turn on a TV once in a while—chances are high that you know about LeBron James and the Miami Heat and how they didn’t win the title when they promised the world they would. After all basketball and the NBA in particular, is the one sport that has made the biggest cultural impact and successively stayed culturally relevant, pop as it were or otherwise.

As far as I am concerned, that last statement is an unarguable fact. It certainly isn’t hockey, as a good friend of my once implied. Oh no; of any other sport, it could never EVER be hockey. Culturally speaking—as in the culture of hockey and the culture of basketball—the two are very similar, yes. They have rabid fan bases, they exercise a steadfast unwillingness to accept the other as a credible sport, and they are racially dominated as it relates to the best players—traditionally speaking, that is. Not to mention, as far as throwback emblems go, both the NBA and NHL team logos look really rad on snap-back caps. But as far as cultural impact and relevance is concerned, basketball is second to none. Internationally, soccer, or as the rest of the world that isn’t the United States calls it, Futbol, is not far behind. But other than that, the only thing close—and I know you’re going to laugh at this but that doesn’t make it untrue—is professional wrestling. But that’s an argument for another time. Ultimately, hockey is a wealthy person’s game. Not everyone can afford all the equipment and ice time, whereas all it takes to shoot hoops is a ball and cylinder. Not to mention the obvious parallels and crossovers between basketball and hip-hop. And well, I needn’t say more about hip-hop’s relevance in pop culture.

Anyway, I’m getting totally sidetracked here (which is fine since this a blog post, amirite) when all I really wanted to discuss was how sad it makes me that LeBron’s version of the Heat, in only their second year of existence, have won the Championship. In the interest of full disclosure, I have to admit that I’m a huge Oklahoma City Thunder fan. (When they are not competing against my Minnesota Timberwolves that is—shoutout to my boys K-Love, Ricky Rubio [get well soon], D-Will, and Michael Beasley [don’t trade him!]) And yes, I am disappointed that they lost, but what makes me most sad is that the Heat’s Championship win could possibly be the end of what I thought was a great, albeit brief, era in NBA fandom: the LeBron Haters.

Initially I felt a nagging uneasiness with my personal hating on LeBron. Traditionally speaking, I’m a certified Laker-hater, so I am no stranger to wishing ill will against a team, or specifically a star player—such as the completely unlikable out-of-court-settling-(alleged)-anal-rapist, Kobe Bryant. At one time it was comforting knowing, as Kobe inches closer to retirement, that I could see a future NBA where I didn’t have to hate on someone. (As a Minnesota Vikings fan, let me tell you, it is hard living in a state that seems to be as equally populated with annoyingly calloused shit-talking Packer Backers. [Here’s an idea: if it’s so great, then move to Green Bay, you asshole.] Hating takes a lot of energy, believe me.) But then LeBron went and did that thing…and that other thing…and then had to audacity to wonder why people didn’t like him, and that made him even more unlikeable, and before you knew it I hated that motherfucker too. But I didn’t really want to. I didn’t like the feeling of hating LeBron and the Heat but I couldn’t help but hate. Nobody could help it. And then something really awesome happened because of that helplessness. LeBron’s heel turn (pro-wrestling terminology, hell yeah) became the unifying factor that brought together all of us basketball fans (that aren’t Miami) to zealously spirit a singular objective: Anybody wins but the Heat!

Eventually hating on LeBron and the Heat turned into something not at all stressful, but rather it was the opposite—it was, well, in a word, fun. We, the LeBron haters, analyzed every single missed shot and end-of-game decision to pass the ball rather than man-up, and tooled it into a justifiable means for our collective hating. It was a blast! As well, we dissected every little nauseating plea-for-approval-esque Tweet—whether it be teasing the idea that he would enter the Dunk Competition or riding Blake Griffin’s bandwagon after he rim-rocked all over Kendrick Perkin’s head. He was so desperate to be liked again, that it made us hate on him even more. What a gas! And we pretended to be mad as hell when the Heat came out to pre-game warmups wearing hoodies after the Trayvon Martin murder; postulating that they were more concerned with seizing the opportunity to sway public opinion back in their favor, than they were actually raising awareness and paying homage to Trayvon. Even though LeBron is an adult and a multimillionaire who lives in the public eye where unrestricted civic scrutiny is totally acceptable, we were treading dangerously close to bullying territory. Yes, we had a grand old time hating on LeBron!

And now, with an impressive team-driven Championship win by the Heat, and even more so, an incredible critic-silencing series of performances by LeBron, the hating will undoubtedly begin to abate. And I am completely saddened by this. My only solace is knowing that, despite winning the championship, LeBron can’t help but look at his Twitter feed (because you know he is) and see some of the last dying flames of #hashtag hatred rolling in, and wonder to himself, “Why do these people still hate me?” And that makes me laugh a little.

Here’s to hoping we can all keep the communal good times that are LeBron Hating alive and well. I for one am just not ready let it go yet. I mean there is always Dwight Howard next year, but that’s kind of a stretch. Come on everybody let’s stay hatin’ on this fool!

PS—How this all fits in with the title of this piece blog post, admittedly, I am not really sure—I just thought it was a really clever of me, and I knew I should get up on the Internet before some hip-guy-sports & culture-writer from a blog website like, Grantland or Deadspin got to it before me. I call firsties!

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HDD Radio #6: Punk Rock 2-4-1s

For this episode we serve up a gigantic helping of punk effin’ rock in the Classic Rock Radio-like format Twofer Tuesdays. That’s right, it’s 2-4-1s—every artist, two songs each! Listen as our fearless DJ rambles on at length, saying virtually nothing of importance, whilst keeping intact all the confusion, factual inaccuracies, and mathematical errors you’ve grown accustomed too. Sets include: New Swedish “epic crust”, ‘90s California punk, and songs from early ‘00s split LPs.
Anatomi-71 - Mot Morkare Vatten
Wolfbrigade - Slaves of Induction
Wolfbrigade - Hurricane Veins
Martyrdod - Ett Hjarta Av Eld
Martyrdod - Kottberg
Anatomi-71 - Omen
Bad Religion - Eat Your Dog
Bad Religion - Sensory Overload
Social Distortion - 1945
Social Distortion - Playpen
Fear - Disconnected
Fear - Gimme Some Action
The Vandals - Wanna Be Manor
The Vandals - The Legend of Pat Brown
Circle Jerks - Beverly Hills
Circle Jerks - Live Fast Die Young
TSOL - Superficial Love
TSOL - Abolish Government/Silent Majority
What Happens Next? - The Price We Pay For Vegan Convenience
Lifes Halt! - Casa De Herrero, Cuchillo De Palo
From Ashes Rise - So Say the Wise…
From Ashes Rise - Uniforms
Victims - En Galen Drom
Victims - End Up In Pain
Crucial Unit - Scrabble Punx
Crucial Unit - This Machine Kills Buffets
Municipal Waste - Poser Disposer (?)
Municipal Waste - Haunted Junkyard
Phobia - Fallacy of Tomorrow
Phobia - Short Lived
Resist and Exist - Sung Lee’s Reflection
Resist and Exist - Apocalyptic Prison Struggle
Life’s Halt! - No Estoy Loco
What Happens Next? - Mano A Mano

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The Soda Killers #2 reviewed in MRR

TSK #2 got a nice review in the latest Maximum Rock-n-Roll. And made the Top Ten too. Still some left. Holla at the email if you're into it...or if you're wondering why it costs $5, we'd be more than happy to explain that to you. All you big-time frivolous spenders and wealthy folks can just hit the PayPal though, and we won't be mad at it one single bit.  Trades not only welcome, but encouraged.  Peace!


IYSAGL, CM #6 Out Now

If You Stink At Getting Ladies, Call Me--issue #6 out now. A year and half's worth of really bad jokes and some Xeroxed-to-death crusty art steez. Free. Mail Only. Send your snail addy to: bnb@hotdogdayz.com



Brand new ALB stuff from just last night (6/13.) I had just been there a few hours before, flicking some brand new streaks on the very same cars. As I was walking out of there, a car stopped up ahead of me right on the tracks. There were two dudes in it that stared me down for a while. It was one of those OK, what is going to happen now moments, but then they drove off. I realized today it was probably just ALAMO and IMPEACH scoping out their spots for later.


Mpls, MN, 6/14/12


Record Review: 1982 (Statik Selektah & Termanology)-2012

1982 (Statik Selektah & Termanology)-2012 (Brick/Showoff)
By Nathan G. O'Brien on Scene Point Blank

In what makes for a numerically confusing artist/album title (and opening sentence,) 2012 is the new record by 1982—the producer/rapper duo Statik Selektah & Termanology.

At just 30 years old, DJ/Producer Statik Selektah has enough projects under the flattened brim of his New Era cap to have earned veteran status—utilizing his turntablism skills and signature Golden Era-influenced boom-bap production, he holds a spot amongst the current ranks of the East Coast’s more pivotal figures. Over the course of a series of mixtapes and albums, he’s provided beats for some of rap’s highly revered MCs (Nas, Q-Tip, etc.) as well as having a hand in shaping the careers of emerging rappers (Saigon, Freddie Gibbs, Reks, etc.) Aside from a handful of EPs with various artists, 2011 saw him releasing a lofty yet superb solo outing Population Control, and teaming with Action Bronson on Well Done.

Similarly, Termanology has been making a name for himself with a number of well-received singles and mixtapes dating back to the early ‘00s. He was pushed into the underground limelight when Gangstarr’s DJ Premier stuck him with one of his reliable, cut-laden beats for the instant hit, “Watch How It Go Down.” The track earned him some much deserved praise; as he went on to appear in rap magazines like The Source and XXL. Since that time he has ran alongside such go-getters as The Alchemist, Pete Rock, Buckwild, Large Professor, and of course, Statik Selektah. In fact, 2012 marks the fourth time Statik Selektah and Termanology have teamed up under the 1982 moniker.  ...read entire review after da jumpoff.


Spring Break, Seattle

Spring Break

Capital Hill and First Hill, Seattle, WA, 6/11/12



Scene Report: Royal Headache live at the Triple Rock Social Club

Royal Headache, The Arrivals, Condominium live, Triple Rock Social Club, Minneapolis, MN, 6/9/12
By Nathan G. O'Brien on Scene Point Blank

It was with some intrigue and, admittedly, mostly trepidation that I made my way to the Triple Rock last night to see Sydney, Australia’s Royal Headache. Originally my curiosity had been piqued because Extreme Noise, the beloved local volunteer-run punk rock record store, was sponsoring the event. Rarely do they attach their name to something that isn’t completely worthwhile. Yet, my apprehension levels had skyrocketed right about the time I read Royal Headache’s press release, which stated “They craft tight, irresistible, R&B-inflected punk songs, and hone a universal message of redemption through passion.” Now I understand a thing or two about drumming up interest in a band, especially when paid to do so, so I was not scared off so much by the “universal message of redemption through passion” part. That’s just one of those puzzling strings of words that press release writers craft in hopes that it will give their product some attention. No, what made me cringe was the “R&B-inflected punk songs” part. Other than hip-hop or the increasingly rare musical side of Justin Timberlake, I don’t really get into “R&B-inflected” anything, let alone punk. In the early ‘00s when everyone was in front of the stage shaking their hips to the Bellrays or the Dirtbombs, I was at the bar irritably ordering more drinks, wondering how I got duped into believing this was punk. So, despite the chances being high that Royal Headache would be something I ultimately wasn’t going to enjoy, I begrudgingly drug myself off the couch and out the door to see what all the hubbub was about anyway. Besides, Condominium was one of the opening acts, and passing up an opportunity to see them would be foolish.  ...continue reading entire review right here.


HDD Radio #5: Beastie Boys and more

After a lengthy break, HotDogDayz Radio is back! Taking to the airwaves in the middle of the night, this episode pays homage to the late great Adam "MCA" Yauch and the Beastie Boys! Listen as our DJ goes off-topic with relative ease; mispronounces words; talks about all the things he is "obsessed with"; describes records as "really good", "really great", and "really awesome" a whole bunch of times; tries to remember things from his rapidly vanishing youth; repeatedly says the wrong release date for Ill Communication; and then goes off-topic again. Sets include: '80s and '90s rap, '80s and '90s hardcore, and some of the best rap from 2012 so far.

Beastie Boys - Slow and Low
Ultramagnetic MCs - Give the Drummer Some
Gang Starr - Step in the Arena
Eric B. & Rakim - The R
Main Source - Looking at the Front Door
Beastie Boys - Brass Monkey
Beastie Boys - Tough Guy
DFL - Minus Adam
Void - Organized Sports/Annoyed
Void - Black, Jewish and Poor
Flipper - Living for the Depression
Black Flag - Beat My Head
7 Seconds - Regress, No Way
DFL - Action Everybody
Beastie Boys - Heart Attack Man
Beastie Boys - OK
Killer Mike - GO!
El-P - Full On Retard
I Self Devine - Cycles
Apollo Brown & OC - People's Champ
Beastie Boys - Non Stop Disco Power Pack
Beastie Boys - Dr. Lee PHD.

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Upcoming Showz: Media Blitz, Bear Trap

Hardcore kids and punk rockerz, mark your calendars for these upcoming showz. Who doesn't want to see Bear Trap bleed all over and destroy a Bowling Alley, amirite!...

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Record Review: Martyrdöd-Paranoia

Martyrdöd-Paranoia (Southern Lord)
By Nathan G. O'Brien on Scene Point Blank

Swedish ragers Martyrdöd, along with Acephalix and fellow countrymen Wolfbrigade, are the latest to be chosen in the great Southern Lord crust roundup. Featuring former and current members of Skitsystem, Agrmonia and others, Martyrdöd have been unleashing their brand of blackened everything to the crust-consuming masses for over a decade now. Their latest offering Paranoia was recorded at Göteborg’s famed Studio Fredman, the studio run by producer Fredrik Nordström and recording home to mediocre metal acts Dimmu Borgir, Arch Enemy, the increasingly less-relevant Opeth, and former luminaries like In Flames and Amon Amarth. Not surprising then, the record has a richer-sounding production value than Martyrdöd’s back catalog of stench on smaller labels like Havoc and Plague Bearer. That is not to say that fans of their mid-century masterwork In Extremis, will feel alienated by this; perhaps just a bit startled at first.

The most notable difference is how the guitars come across really clean. There is still the full-on power and blunt straightforwardness indicative of D-beat but it’s been polished up enough that listeners are allowed to hear the multitude of layers created by skilled axemen Pontus Redig and Mikael Kjellman—incorporating, among other things, aspects of punk, hardcore and classic Swedish death metal. In that same regard, the partition of instrumentation lets the rhythm section make its mark on the overall sound as well. Bassist Anton Grönholm and drummer Jens Bäckelin plod and pound their way through a thunderous Dis-laden low end backdrop. While the guitar work hints at it, it’s really the hateful and tortured vitriol of Kjellman’s vocal styling that adds a heavy dose of black metal to the mix. He furiously spews a poisonous snarl that sounds like he’s been gargling with ammonia and bleach—a distinction that longtime fans will recognize and appreciate. It all makes for a very dark and toxic landscape, in which Martyrdöd ascends the lordship.

Crust, and all that it infects—D-beat, grind, doom, etc.—is often times the amalgamating factor that unites metal heads and punk rockers. By that same token, it’s the quality of the production that can create the dividing line where crust becomes either too metal or too punk. Punk is best served by a raw inflammation of unharnessed potential and noise, whereas metal benefits from attention to detail, subtle nuance and skilful craftsmanship…or something. All that being said, what side of the fence this album lands on is a non sequitur because it has all those effects functioning in accordance—it’s metal, it’s punk, and it’s really fucking good. These Swedes are glistening a little more than usual; but far from being fully sanitized. With Paranoia Martyrdöd makes small strides towards large audience exposure, all the while keeping intact venom and unrefined sonic muscle that placed them atop of the indie crust heap years ago.  ...Continue reading right about here.