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By Nathan G. O'Brien
Hey humanoids, what a year for the cassette tape, right? I mean, does it get any trendier? I'm no great philosopher (or even a mathematician) but by my estimation, aside from the trendiness, there are three reasons tapes exist in the year 2015.
A) they're cheap to produce. This makes it really easy for DIY punk and hardcore bands to get stuff out quickly, rather than wait on vinyl pressings that won't come out until after the band has broken up. B) old-school-minded rap fans love them because we love anything about rap that's archaic because we are stuck in the past. (But, I might add, not for lack of reason.) C) they're perfect for the bedroom producer, one-man band, zine-making weirdo types who want to create something--often times a mixtape or an annoyingly long noise composition--that's inexpensive and more aesthetically pleasing to the eyes than the dreaded CD-R.
Anyway, here's a list of my favorite tapes from the past 12 months. A narrowed, blurb-y edition should arrive any day now, but for the moment it's literally just a list.
UPDATE: You can now read the feature over at Tuff Gnarl.
Blank Bodies - Demo (Self-Released)
Cal & the Calories - Greatest Asses (Lumpy)
Chain Hex - Bleeder b/w Don't Follow (Neighborhood Watch)
Chain Hex - Demo (Neighborhood Watch)
Chain Hex - Promo (Neighborhood Watch)
Chain Hex - Self-Titled (Neighborhood Watch)
Concealed Blade - Tour Tape 2015 (Self-Released)
Corrective Measures - Demo (Mosher's Delight)
Dregs - Demo (Muscle Horse)
Facility Men - Demo/Futility Men (Black Dots)
Firewalker - Demo (Failure)
G.L.O.S.S. - Demo (Not Normal)
Grand Invincible - Menace Mode (Megakut)
ISS - Self-Titled (Loki, 2015)
Kaleidoscope - Demo (2015)
Lightbulb & DJ Eons One - Lightbulb vs. The Crate Goblins (Megakut)
Love Canal - Enter the Love Canal (Black Dots)
Mad Existence - Demo (Ten Feet Tall)
Mommy - Demo (Electric Assault)
Mozart - The Tick (Self-Released)
MurkSauce - Unleaded:The Prelims (Megakut)
NiƩgalo Todo - Absurdo Escepticismo Superficial (Self-Released)
Night Shank - Demo (Self-Released)
Silent Lunch - Self-Titled (Self-Released)
Sonic Order - Demo (Self-Released)
The Valenteens - Fuzzed Out Tone For the Painfully Alone (Hip Kid)
Total Dicks - Demo (High Fashion Industries)
True Vision - Demo (Mind Rot)
Utah Jazz - Ivory Wave (Black Dots)
UV-TV - Demo (High Fashion Industries)
Various Artists - Bughouse Mix, vol. 1 (Not Normal)
Various Artists - Lumpy Mix, vol. 2 (Lumpy)
Vexx - Live (Perennial)
Video Duct - Anti Human Hate (High Fashion Industries)
Worse - Demo (Self-Released)
Click here to read my previous Best of 2015 coverage.
12/14/15
12/13/15
HDD Radio #35: A Feel Good Mixtape About Feeling Bad
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Hey friends, here's a mix of tunes. Some of it speaks to current events that are bumming everyone out, and some of it is just about feeling good and having fun. Hope you dig it. If you want to talk to me about, well, anything you can email me at thee.n.o.b at gmail or find me on Twitter at @OMG_NOB. As always, thanks for listening.
Tracklist:
Ice Cube – We Had to Tear This Muthafucka Up
Dr. Dre - Rat-Tat-Tat-Tat
Kool G Rap – Take ‘Em to War (feat B1 & MF Grimm)
Dr. Dre – Big Ego’s (feat Hittman)
Ice Cube – Dead Homiez
Freestyle – Don’t Stop the Rock
Grace Jones – Nipple to the Bottle
Tom Tom Club – Genius of Love
Cavern – Liquid Liquid
Blondie – Rapture
Romeo Void – Never Say Never
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Hey friends, here's a mix of tunes. Some of it speaks to current events that are bumming everyone out, and some of it is just about feeling good and having fun. Hope you dig it. If you want to talk to me about, well, anything you can email me at thee.n.o.b at gmail or find me on Twitter at @OMG_NOB. As always, thanks for listening.
Tracklist:
Ice Cube – We Had to Tear This Muthafucka Up
Dr. Dre - Rat-Tat-Tat-Tat
Kool G Rap – Take ‘Em to War (feat B1 & MF Grimm)
Dr. Dre – Big Ego’s (feat Hittman)
Ice Cube – Dead Homiez
Freestyle – Don’t Stop the Rock
Grace Jones – Nipple to the Bottle
Tom Tom Club – Genius of Love
Cavern – Liquid Liquid
Blondie – Rapture
Romeo Void – Never Say Never
12/10/15
The Best Punk & Hardcore Records of 2015
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| Vexx live, Brooklyn, 2015 by Jaime Salazar www.jaimesalazar.com |
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Hey freaks
'n' geeks, here's a list of my favorite punk and HC records of the past year,
narrowed down from about a million to roughly 35. A couple of things to keep in
mind: No cassettes or reissues are on this list, so before you go screaming
about where G.L.O.S.S. and Uranium Club are at take a breather and relax.
Cassettes and reissues are separate lists that I'll be putting up soon (along
with rap and best overall albums.) And trust me, both those bands are covered.
Also, this is not a ranked list; it's alphabetical by band name. Rankings a
total bullshit anyway. I do my best to listen to as much as I can, but it's impossible
to hear it all. While you may think there are some glaring omissions, it could
be that I actually never heard it. So please chill before attacking me. If
you've chilled and still feel like attacking me, then by all means, be my
guest. If I missed something I'd love to hear about it. Hit me on Twitter at
@OMG_NOB, email me at thee.n.o.b at gmail, or leave a comment below. As always,
thanks for checking it out!
UPDATE: Scene Point Blank is now running this as part of their year-end feature 2015: A Year in Review.
UPDATE: Scene Point Blank is now running this as part of their year-end feature 2015: A Year in Review.
Acousma - 2nd 7" (High Fashion
Industries)
Eerie,
punishing, and sneakily groovy all at the same time. Hardcore with a couple of
sweet guitar solos right when you're not expecting them. From Canada.
Ajax - Self-Titled 7" (Static Shock)
New Yorkers
playing tough as motherfucking shit hardcore. Imagine Scandinavia meeting
Boston in the pit where nobody walks away unscathed.
Barcelona - Extremo Nihilismo en Barcelona
12" EP (La Vida Es Un Mus Discos Punk)
Malicious
hardcore from Spain. So goddamn great you'll want to puke. Read my review here.
Black Panties - Future 7" (Windian),
Prophet of Hate b/w Violence (Total Punk), Self-Titled 7" (Lumpy)
One man
garage-y, weirdo, psych-out skeeze punk from St. Louis. Lumpy-affiliated so you
know it's got that slime all over it. Each of these three releases are
different explorations of sound, but all equally as great.
Blazing Eye - Self-Titled 7" (La Vida
Es Un Mus Discos Punk)
Rhythmic,
dance-able, darkened D-beat from Los Angeles. Read my review here.
Trio of
solid dudes outta Chicago. Both releases are awesome in their own way. The
10" is a little more urgent and grungy, while the 7" is in line with
the pop-punk proto-emo sound of the early-to-mid-'90s.
Another
can't miss boundary-bending album from these Chicago strange-oid punks.
Difficult to describe but I did my best to do so here.
Don't be
fooled by the fairly standard sXe sports lettering logo. Pretty badass,
especially due to the vocals and the sick crossover/metal parts. I bet these
dudes wear shorts on stage. From San Fran.
Hardcore
from Pittsburgh. '80s as all hell. Vocalist is a mean-sounding motherscratcher.
Awesome axe work too. And what a great band name, amirite? Try not to get
shanked while listening to it.
Queasy,
rhythmic sounds from NYC that challenges the notion of "punk." I get
a little sick to my stomach every time I listen to it. In a good way though.
Super trendy right now but not for lack of reason.
Outstanding
gothic, dark, synth-punk made by one, or maybe two guys (I should probably
check on that) that live in sunny Florida. I was playing this for my
60-something year-old dad who had this to say: "Why would anyone celebrate
such deliberate sadness?"
The first
time I listened to this I did so as I often do: laying on the floor in front of
the stereo, with headphones on, and my eyes closed. My wife said it looked like
I was having an orgasm. There's so many bands doing post-punk now that when you
come across the really good stuff it's hard not ruin your undies. Surprising
too that they're from Germany, which is something I'd normally hold against a
group of white dudes.
Snotty
punk/HC with a touch of grind tossed in for good measure. I mean, I don't know
if that's a thing people normally do—toss a touch of grind in for good measure—but
apparently they do in Ontario. If this was just a little bit faster and
unintelligible it might be called powerviolence, maybe, but not for certain.
Garage-y,
post-punk-y stuff dripping with attitude. For the nihilistic, malnourished, cig-smoking,
no shirt under a leather jacket contingent. From Memphis and featuring a singer
that's kinda famous for being in some bands and writing some stuff.
Baldy
hardcore outta San Fran. Oi! song structures done with a little more speed and
less melody than what the term normally implies. One of those bands that could
play to both the HC matinee crowd and the drunk skinheads.
A violent
ripper, front to back from this Phoenix quartet. Closes out with, of all
things, a Nine Inch Nails cover. And a damn fine one at that. Read my review here.
Anarcho
post-punk, Krautrock, psychedelic proto-punk, and other far-out sounds. This is
the first official full-length for these Austin regulars. Certainly you've
heard of them by now. And if not, well get on it while they're still cool.
They're only a few melodic numbers away from being massively well-liked by the
H-word set.
Spastic,
heavy, garage-leaning punk. Final output from this already deceased NYC band.
Read my review here.
Imagine a
punk heckling the band from the audience. "Where's the drummer?” He'd
yell. The singer screams back from the stage, "We don't need a drummer.
THIS IS THE FUTURE!" Well this is indeed the future and it sounds
incredible. Goodbye Humans.
Intoxicating
punk via a quartet of New York women. Allure furthered by all-Portuguese lyrics.
If you had told me this was recorded in 1983 I’d have no choice not to believe
you. You’ll cry when you listen to it because you know you’ll never hear
something this good again.
Slime-core
from Duluth. Gives you same uneasy feeling as going to the dentist first thing
in the morning and then having that creepy grainy cement paste flavor stuck in
your mouth all day.
Loud fast
rules crew from London. Unique in a way that's hard to put into words. I think
due to the guitars. Very angry. Whenever I listen to this on my bike I get
wherever I'm going like twice as fast.
The debut
album from a four-pack of DC dudes. Pop quiz: Did you like Sick Of It All when
they weren't a caricature of themselves? Did you like Corrosion of Conformity
before they went all Southern-fried metal on your ass? Do you have a worn out
copy of AC/DC's '74 Jailbreak
somewhere on the floor of your car under all the empty bags of Chili Cheese
Fritos and Slim Jim wrappers? Do you sometimes wear long underwear under a pair
of shorts? If you answered yes to any of these questions you'll love this.
You might
think you don't like Oi! but then you find yourself fist-pumping to this French
slab o' wax and you're like, oh shit I
think I like Oi! now. Read my review here.
Too good.
Should be illegal to be this good. London hardcore punkers who happen to have
one of the finest vocalists in all the punk land. And that guitar and bass
tone, well, shit, wow, it's out of this world.
Blazing USHC
from somewhere in Florida. I'm in love with the tough but dejected vocals. Some
nice D-beat and drone subtleties lying underneath too.
Pissed-off mid-paced
USHC, ripe with blistering riffs, a beefy rhythm section, and Brendan Radigan’s
signature snarl. I wonder who would win in a knife fight between these guys and
Concealed Blade?
This
Austin-based band's versatility is really impressive. D-beat is at the core but
surrounding that is a whole load of scorching axe work, agile drumming, and
rock ‘n’ roll attitude. Read my review here.
12/1/15
HDD Radio #34: KRS-One, Heady Shit, New Punk/HC, Zine Details, etc.
TweetHey punks, rap kids, ballers, shot callers, urban lumberjacks, subculture photographers, normies, and posers! Welcome to another episode of the best radio show not on the radio. This time around I spin a variety of tuneage for all you greaseballs and neck-snappers to freak out on: KRS-One, some heady groove shiz, and a hefty helping of new punk & hardcore. I messed up a little when running down the tracklist on the last part but that's to be expected now isn't it? If you need to get it straight, I've listed every song I played below. (UPDATE: the main fuckup is when I totally forgot to mention the last song by Video Duct, and instead incorrectly said it was Total Dicks, which was the one before that, which means the whole punk/HC set is off by one track. Fuck me!) In news, the new zine is out! The Soda Killers no. 10 is a punk, rap, and graffiti fanzine and is totally free. All you have to do is hit me up on Twitter at @OMG_NOB (I always follow back) or email me at thee.n.o.b at gmail.
Tracklist
Boogie Down Productions – Word From Our Sponsors
KRS-One – 2nd Quarter: Freethrows
KRS-One – Ah-Yeah
KRS-One – Forever (feat. Channel Live)
Boogie Down Productions – Stop The Violence
Yusef Lateef – Slippin’ & Sliddin’
Shirley Horn – Big City
1-Speed Bike – Why Are All the Dogs Dying of Cancer?
Beat Pharmacy – In The Sun
Lee “Scratch” Perry & Mad Professor – Dancing Boots
The Clash – Ghetto Defender
Institute – Cheerlessness
Cadaver Em Transe – Estrada Para Fes
Acousma – A Holy Tradition
Ajax – Priced
Chain Hex – ???
Concealed Blade – Don’t Get Caught
Disgusti – A Thousand Prickly Needles
Mozart – Boringer
Niegalo Todo – Vamanos a la Verga
Sonic Order – Apathy Breeds
Sunshine Ward – Surrender
Total Dicks – Overdraft
Video Duct – Channel 7
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11/30/15
Record Review: Mercy Killings - Snuffed Out 7"
TweetMercy Killings - Snuffed Out 7" (Beach Impediment)
By Nathan G. O'Brien for Scene Point Blank
This is the second 7” from this new-ish congruence of Richmond, VA old-timers. The band flexes a pedigree that includes Wasted Time, Government Warning, Direct Control and a whole bunch of others. Eight minutes in total of bulldozer USHC in the most straightforward sense. No fucking about whatsoever; just head down, get the fuck out of the way hardcore punk. As predicted, there are some pretty blazing albeit brief guitar leads, a few moshy breakdowns, and vocals that are appropriately gruff and angry. I’ve been listening to this for several months now but can’t seem to come up with more words to describe it other than the few I just used. I wish I could tell you that this was unlike anything you’ve ever heard before but truth is if you’re into this punk shit then you own a million EPs just like this one. That doesn’t mean it’s terrible—and to be clear, it’s not—but it probably won’t be making many of those year-end best-of lists that us stupid record reviewers love to throw into the black hole that is internet-based music criticism. The way I see it a band like this has two options: churn out a few more short punch-packing releases like this and then call it quits, or, choose to deviate from the script a bit and craft some songs that will keep listeners engaged for the duration of an LP. I’d hope for the latter, but can live with the former. It is hardcore after all. And sometimes that’s all that matters.
Originally posted here.
11/22/15
HDD Radio #33.5: Weekend Mixtape
TweetHey, so long story short, episode no.34 is all set to go but can't be uploaded until the first of the month due to file size issues. In the meantime, here's a mixtape I assembled over the weekend. I'm calling this one episode no.33 and a half. It's a little different from the stuff I normally spin on this show but I'm confident you'll dig it. Shoot me an email (thee.n.o.b at gmail) if you want a copy of my new zine. And follow me on Twitter at @OMG_NOB. I always follow back, provided you're not a robot or a total asshole. Peace!
Tracklist:
Better Daze – Stay Right Here
1-Speed Bike – Circle-Fighting Machine
Lee “Scratch” Perry – Thunder & Lightning
Supatone – Yorulamento
Banco de Gaia – Harvey & the Old Ones
Mabi Thobejane – Sidudla (Gus Gus Mix)
LCD Soundsystem – Thrills
Brycon Games – No Puppets
Skream – 8 Bit Crazy (feat Murs)
Mick Harris - ???
Afu-Ra & Jeru the Damaja – East New York Stamp
Black Nights – Zip Code
Lordz of Brooklyn - ???
Everlast – Some Nights
Sweet Tee & Jazzy Joyce – It’s My Beat
Ultramagnetic MCs – Ego Trippin’
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11/13/15
The Soda Killers #10 OUT NOW~!
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*Just kidding, you're not a poser.
THE SODA KILLERS//PUNK, RAP & GRAFFITI FANZINE//ISSUE #10
This thing just dropped. Tons of graffiti flicks, music reviews, scene reports, record store reviews, and burrito reviews. Yes, you read that right - BURRITO REVIEWS.
Half-size, 32 pages front-to-back, photocopied, DIY as fuck.
All words by Nathan G. O'Brien. All photos by Rafe O'Brien. The Brothers O'Brien, ya heard!
Don't be a poser.* Support DIY arts.
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11/12/15
Record Review: Pontius Pirate - Pterodactyl Island LP
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By Nathan G. O'Brien for Scene Point Blank
Every so often I go through a phase where I’m listening to a lot of pre-Independent Wormhole Saloon era Butthole Surfers. Such was the case when this 17-song slab-o-wax landed in my mailbox via Food Fortunata, the genius behind Ear of Corn fanzine. I promptly ripped this to MP3s so that I could listen to it while riding my bicycle. Wouldn’t you know it, it popped on one day and I was like, cool, Butthole Surfers, that should get me a few extra miles. A couple songs into it and I was like, wait, what is this again? Turns out it’s a trio of dudes—Poopy Necroponde, Teeth Aquariums and Food himself—known collectively as Pontius Pirate.
This is quite good; growing on me with each listen. Much like Pestilent Endeavors there’s a heavy dose of humor in the lyricism. And lot of the time the song lyrics are just straight-up narrations with little regard for the longstanding tradition of making sure the words rhyme. Other times the words rhyme but make absolutely no sense. Take the song “Wise Man” for instance: “I somehow caught AIDS from a pork chop and made my dad giggle and twitch but only Pete Marovich can get away with calling me a son of a bitch.”
They also clown on black metal with the song “What Would Black Metal Do?” which I love because, with the exception of maybe two bands, contemporary black metal is pretty goddamn boring.
Originally posted here.
11/11/15
Scene Report: Run The Jewels Live at First Avenue
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Run The Jewels live; First Avenue; Minneapolis, MN; 10/23/15
By Nathan G. O'Brien for Scene Point Blank
“I’ll apologize now. If you are wearing glasses, you might want to put those away. If you hate being slammed into by people, you might want to make your way to the back. If you’re rocking brand new sneakers, I’m sorry. I’ve been there. I understand. But you’ve been warned. I’m sorry in advance about your new shoes.”
The speaker is El-P. He and his partner in rhyme Killer Mike are known as Run The Jewels. Maybe you’ve heard of them. No doubt a result of their relentless tour schedule—this being their fifth appearance in the Twin Cities alone in just three years—Run The Jewels have mastered the art of house-rocking. We’re midway through their headlining set at a sold-out First Avenue, where they’ll give this seemingly honest and understanding forewarning just a moment to sink in before Zach de la Rocha’s sampled machinegun-fast vocals crack from the speakers, signifying the arrival of “Close Your Eyes (and Count to Fuck)." “Run them jewels fast, run them jewels fast, run them, run them, run them…fuck the slow-mo...”
And then it happens.
BOOM!
Trackstar The DJ drops the beat and the audience explodes into a frenzy of neck-snapping, pogoing, fake gun-in-the-air-firing, fist-pumping lunacy…again. This is how it’s been since they took the stage. You wouldn’t think it could any crazier, any sweatier, or any OMG-ier. But it does.
Louder than fuck and with enough sub-rattling oompf to run a nuclear reactor, RTJ perform on this night—the second to last of their current tour—as if they are auditioning for their first record deal. Keeping the eager crowd enthusiastic for an hour plus in stifling heat, the duo themselves are intense and furious and restless and command the proceedings instinctively; reaffirming that they are thee force to be reckoned with in the hip-hip pantheon.
The openers Fashawn and Boots fill their roles adequately. The former, clearly understanding the importance of high spots, brings locals Prof and Brother Ali on for one song each. Meanwhile the latter’s The Weekend meets Nine Inch Nails gimmickry (about all the was missing was a bunch of mud and keyboards on boomerang stands) seems a tad out of place, but provides ample time to hit the bathrooms and grab last-minute drinks. And oh boy, the drinks are being had tonight.
RTJ enter the stage as they always do: with Queen’s “We Are the Champions” playing over the PA. They seize control immediately, doing “Run The Jewels”, and then “Oh My Darling Don’t Cry”, and later “Blockbuster Night, Part 1” and “Banana Clipper.” They bark out lyrics like Southern gospel preachers while Trackstar The DJ works the decks, providing a hard-thumping backbone and flexing his turntable dexterity.
Following “Love Again (Akinyele Back)”, the track with the famed hook “She wants this dick in her mouth all day”, El-P and Killer Mike spend an inordinate amount of time trying to drive home the point that it’s not the misogynistic sex rap it’s been mistaken for. “That’s the stupidest lyric for a love song we ever wrote” says El-P. Killer Mike adds, “But don’t get it twisted; it’s a love song. And if Gangsta Boo was here she’d tell you the same thing.”
Okay guys, whatever you say.
The set, which by my estimation contains just about every RTJ song there is—including “Lie, Cheat, Steal”, “Pew, Pew, Pew”, and “All Due Respect”—closes out with a rousing rendition of “A Christmas Fucking Miracle.” And when all is said and done, the crowd is left swaying in their own sweaty puddles, kind of drunk, and in complete awe.
“Dude, that was so awesome. My brand new Jordan’s are fucked. But I can’t wait to see these guys again.”
The speaker is my friend; a young Nebraskan transplant who has just witnessed his first rap show.
Originally posted here.
By Nathan G. O'Brien for Scene Point Blank
“I’ll apologize now. If you are wearing glasses, you might want to put those away. If you hate being slammed into by people, you might want to make your way to the back. If you’re rocking brand new sneakers, I’m sorry. I’ve been there. I understand. But you’ve been warned. I’m sorry in advance about your new shoes.”
The speaker is El-P. He and his partner in rhyme Killer Mike are known as Run The Jewels. Maybe you’ve heard of them. No doubt a result of their relentless tour schedule—this being their fifth appearance in the Twin Cities alone in just three years—Run The Jewels have mastered the art of house-rocking. We’re midway through their headlining set at a sold-out First Avenue, where they’ll give this seemingly honest and understanding forewarning just a moment to sink in before Zach de la Rocha’s sampled machinegun-fast vocals crack from the speakers, signifying the arrival of “Close Your Eyes (and Count to Fuck)." “Run them jewels fast, run them jewels fast, run them, run them, run them…fuck the slow-mo...”
And then it happens.
BOOM!
Trackstar The DJ drops the beat and the audience explodes into a frenzy of neck-snapping, pogoing, fake gun-in-the-air-firing, fist-pumping lunacy…again. This is how it’s been since they took the stage. You wouldn’t think it could any crazier, any sweatier, or any OMG-ier. But it does.
Louder than fuck and with enough sub-rattling oompf to run a nuclear reactor, RTJ perform on this night—the second to last of their current tour—as if they are auditioning for their first record deal. Keeping the eager crowd enthusiastic for an hour plus in stifling heat, the duo themselves are intense and furious and restless and command the proceedings instinctively; reaffirming that they are thee force to be reckoned with in the hip-hip pantheon.
The openers Fashawn and Boots fill their roles adequately. The former, clearly understanding the importance of high spots, brings locals Prof and Brother Ali on for one song each. Meanwhile the latter’s The Weekend meets Nine Inch Nails gimmickry (about all the was missing was a bunch of mud and keyboards on boomerang stands) seems a tad out of place, but provides ample time to hit the bathrooms and grab last-minute drinks. And oh boy, the drinks are being had tonight.
RTJ enter the stage as they always do: with Queen’s “We Are the Champions” playing over the PA. They seize control immediately, doing “Run The Jewels”, and then “Oh My Darling Don’t Cry”, and later “Blockbuster Night, Part 1” and “Banana Clipper.” They bark out lyrics like Southern gospel preachers while Trackstar The DJ works the decks, providing a hard-thumping backbone and flexing his turntable dexterity.
Following “Love Again (Akinyele Back)”, the track with the famed hook “She wants this dick in her mouth all day”, El-P and Killer Mike spend an inordinate amount of time trying to drive home the point that it’s not the misogynistic sex rap it’s been mistaken for. “That’s the stupidest lyric for a love song we ever wrote” says El-P. Killer Mike adds, “But don’t get it twisted; it’s a love song. And if Gangsta Boo was here she’d tell you the same thing.”
Okay guys, whatever you say.
The set, which by my estimation contains just about every RTJ song there is—including “Lie, Cheat, Steal”, “Pew, Pew, Pew”, and “All Due Respect”—closes out with a rousing rendition of “A Christmas Fucking Miracle.” And when all is said and done, the crowd is left swaying in their own sweaty puddles, kind of drunk, and in complete awe.
“Dude, that was so awesome. My brand new Jordan’s are fucked. But I can’t wait to see these guys again.”
The speaker is my friend; a young Nebraskan transplant who has just witnessed his first rap show.
Originally posted here.
11/10/15
Record Review: Pestilent Endeavors - Adult Onset Death cassette
TweetPestilent Endeavors - Adult Onset Death cassette (Backwoods Butcher, 2015)
By Nathan G. O'Brien for Scene Point Blank
This is a cool tape sent in by Mr. Food Fortunata, the fine gentleman behind the always enjoyable and reliable Saginaw, MI-based publication Ear of Corn fanzine. A lot of these tracks—and there are a whopping 21 of them, although mostly very short—remind me of early Mudhoney. Some of the odder-sounding stuff on Flipper's Sex Bomb Baby! compilation comes to mind as well. There’s a fair amount of humor going on here. Take for example these lyrics from “A Cure For Everything”: “Alcohol is the cure for depression/Depression is the cure for herpes/Herpes cures nasal congestion/And congestion cures alcoholism.” There’s something really, ah, historical that resonates from this. Like it was made in the ‘80s. That, or by 40 year-old guys that decided to bang out the same kind of skuzzy punk that they listened to in junior high. That is not a rip, rather a compliment! A little-known band like Frantix is another good frame of reference I suppose. I’m not sure but Food might actually be in this band even though the players are identified as Patient Zero and Doctor X. (I lost the note the came with it.) I can tell you though with 100% certainty that he did the artwork, which is excellent and creepily engaging as always. The overall packaging is really nice. It’s a pro-printed 3x fold-out J-card that recalls the days when cassettes were the only medium (as opposed to the on-trend one they are now) so your stuff had to be on point visually if it was going to attract any attention.
Previously posted here.
11/9/15
Record Review: Deadmen - Anger Rising cassette
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Deadmen - Anger Rising cassette (Afraid of the Basement, 2014)
By Nathan G. O'Brien for Scene Point Blank
Deadmen - Anger Rising cassette (Afraid of the Basement, 2014)
By Nathan G. O'Brien for Scene Point Blank
This is some metalpunx ouf of New Jersey. Superfast and snotty as all hell. Like some spikey-haired punk singing for a grind band or something. There’s sweet breakdowns too, which lend it a hardcore vibe. Maybe I’m way off-base, but that’s what I’m feeling. Not always my favorite thing, but I find this rather endearing. Guitars are sick. Especially on “I Won’t Fight It” and “Go Out Like Darby”, which are the final two songs on Side B. There’s a level of crunchiness to the whole recording that I really dig. Pretty solid production but still like, loud and crusty, ya know. Plus they have movie samples in between songs which I always get a kick out of. And there’s some cool sample manipulation type shit incorporated. I should mention that this was sent by Shayne, a solid dude that I’ve been trading mail with for quite a while now. He usually sends along a copy of Afraid of the Basement fanzine (which he contributes to) which also happens to be the name of the label that put this out. I won’t lie, the fact that this comes on cassette makes me like it way more than I normally would. I’m a sucker for tangible items and even more so, if they're re-tread archaic formats. Really nice looking pro-printed packaging, which is no surprise as AOTB is one of the more professional-looking zines that comes through my mailbox.
11/1/15
HDD Radio #33: Punk & Rap, New & Old
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Hello and welcome to another episode of HotDogDayz Radio.
This time around is a lot like the last...and the one before that...and
the time before that too...and...well, you get it. Nathan doesn't chat
it up that much this episode though, but you'll still get a heaping
helping of punk, hardcore, and rap music; old and new. Hope you dig it!
As always, thanks so much for listening. If you feel like getting in
touch, please do. Email: thee.n.o.b[at]gmail[dot]com. Twitter: @OMG_NOB
Tracklist:
Last Crusade – Personne
The 4 Skins – City Boy
Negative Approach – Hypocrite
Sick Of It All – Clobberin’ Timet
Malik B & Mr. Green – Dolla Bill
Malik B & Mr. Green – Devil
Mutual Daps – Words From the Agency (feat. Agentstriknine, prod. & cuts by DJ EonsOne)
The Alkaholiks – Let it Out
Smif-N-Wessun – Wontime
Czarface (Inspectah Deck and 7L & Esoteric) – World Premier (feat. Large Professor)
Czarface – Ka-Bang! (feat.MF Doom)
Mutual Daps – Gimmie Back My Slurpee (feat. Z-Man, cuts by DJ Quest)
Ivy – A Bum and a Playboy
No –Toil
G.L.O.S.S. – Masculine Aritfice
Dregs – Skin
Vaaska – Religion Destruccion
Mind Control – Dig
Fatigue – Bat Face
Mad Existence – M.E. Stomp
Society Abuse – Violent Crimes
Busted Outlook – Road Block
True Vision – True Vision
Busta Rhymes – Flipmode Squad vs. Def Squad (feat. Jamal [Mally G], Redman, Keith Murray, Rampage, and Lord Have Mercy)
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Tracklist:
Last Crusade – Personne
The 4 Skins – City Boy
Negative Approach – Hypocrite
Sick Of It All – Clobberin’ Timet
Malik B & Mr. Green – Dolla Bill
Malik B & Mr. Green – Devil
Mutual Daps – Words From the Agency (feat. Agentstriknine, prod. & cuts by DJ EonsOne)
The Alkaholiks – Let it Out
Smif-N-Wessun – Wontime
Czarface (Inspectah Deck and 7L & Esoteric) – World Premier (feat. Large Professor)
Czarface – Ka-Bang! (feat.MF Doom)
Mutual Daps – Gimmie Back My Slurpee (feat. Z-Man, cuts by DJ Quest)
Ivy – A Bum and a Playboy
No –Toil
G.L.O.S.S. – Masculine Aritfice
Dregs – Skin
Vaaska – Religion Destruccion
Mind Control – Dig
Fatigue – Bat Face
Mad Existence – M.E. Stomp
Society Abuse – Violent Crimes
Busted Outlook – Road Block
True Vision – True Vision
Busta Rhymes – Flipmode Squad vs. Def Squad (feat. Jamal [Mally G], Redman, Keith Murray, Rampage, and Lord Have Mercy)
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10/7/15
HDD Mixtape #3, Mini-Zines OUT NOW~!
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A little HDD housecleaning here...
I'm hard at work on the big 10th issue of The Soda Killers punk, rap, and graffiti fanzine (previous issue here), as well as HotDogDayz no.7 (previous issue here), and a new Cassette Dubs collection (first two volumes here).
Until then you can get your chubby, doobie-rolling, selfie-taking, ink-stained little fingers on the two latest issues of the mini-zine If You Stink At Getting Ladies, Call Me, no. 7 & 8.
They come HDD mixtape no.3 that I made in the middle of night during a thunderstorm this past July. It's 90 mins of punk/HC jammers taped from vinyl. PayPal $5 to thee.n.o.b (at) gmail.
Oh shit, I almost forgot there's a couple copies of the mini-zine Restore The Power no. 4 left too (here).
Hit me up on Twitter at @OMG_NOB.
Thanks for all the support over the years. It really means a lot to me.
If you're ever up for contributing, just give me a holler.
Nathan
A little HDD housecleaning here...
I'm hard at work on the big 10th issue of The Soda Killers punk, rap, and graffiti fanzine (previous issue here), as well as HotDogDayz no.7 (previous issue here), and a new Cassette Dubs collection (first two volumes here).
Until then you can get your chubby, doobie-rolling, selfie-taking, ink-stained little fingers on the two latest issues of the mini-zine If You Stink At Getting Ladies, Call Me, no. 7 & 8.
They come HDD mixtape no.3 that I made in the middle of night during a thunderstorm this past July. It's 90 mins of punk/HC jammers taped from vinyl. PayPal $5 to thee.n.o.b (at) gmail.
Oh shit, I almost forgot there's a couple copies of the mini-zine Restore The Power no. 4 left too (here).
Hit me up on Twitter at @OMG_NOB.
Thanks for all the support over the years. It really means a lot to me.
If you're ever up for contributing, just give me a holler.
Nathan
10/6/15
Record Review: Ivy - A Cat's Cause, No Dog's Problem 7"
Ivy - A Cat's Cause, No Dog's Problem 7" (Katorga Works, 2015)By Nathan G. O'Brien for Scene Point Blank
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Before I heard this I didn’t know a lot about this band other than that they were definitely not the indie-pop trio of the same name. I picked this 7” up based strictly on the artwork, the title, and the fact that Katorga Works is a fairly trustworthy label. Visually-speaking it doesn’t exactly scream punk. And the title, well, who the fuck knows? So why not roll the dice, right? What I found out later is that they’re from NYC, and that this a follow-up to an LP and likely their final release. Ivy play spastic and heavy garage-leaning punk. There's some psychedelic guitar parts that remind me of King Gizzard & the Lizzard Wizard, although subtlety and kind of buried in the mix. In fact there’s so much going on here that it’s intoxicating and, ah, suffocating. And I mean that in the best way possible. It’s like free-form jazz played by punks who inhale nitrous balloons on the regular. Vocals make me think the dude is singing through one of those old-fashioned mics used by like, Elvis or Mike Ness or some shit. Or maybe a telephone like those dudes in Japanther. Eh, whatever, the point is: this totally rules. It’s nice to gamble on something and have it pay off once in a while. ...Originally posted here.
10/4/15
Record Review: Broken Prayer - Misanthropocentric AKA Droid's Blood
Broken Prayer - Misanthropoic AKA Droid's Blood LP (Sorry State, 2015)By Nathan G. O'Brien for Scene Point Blank
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There’s two things in particular that contribute to the band’s unique sound. Obviously one is Panella’s synths. Stylistically they are all over the place. They can surge forth with maniacal abandon as they do on “Blood Suckers”, be delicate and melodic like they are on “Colors”, or blister your brain until it feels like a burnt marshmallow that’s still too close to the fire ala “Kid.”
The other driving force is Scott Plant’s vocals. Plant (formally of Civic Progress) flexes the same type of self-loathsome, angry, in-your-face stance that Pissed Jeans’ Matt Korvette does. His lyrics and delivery have a tendency to push buttons, bouncing between societal cynicism and sociopath-like sarcasm. He never goes over the line and says anything outright offensive but he’s not shy about confronting the listener with the realities that this world we live in is just plain fucked up. Songs like “Good Dudes” exists somewhere between Pissed Jeans and Condominium, with Plant’s vocals resembling the latter’s Matt Castore. Meanwhile “Blood Suckers” shows Plant occupying the same headspace as Watery Love’s Ritchie Charles, as he sing-speaks, “This world is a piece of shit. I can’t wait to leave it.” And on “White Children” his needle-poking sarcasm comes to a head, as he asks, “How could God let this happen to white children?” ...read entire review here.
10/2/15
Record Review: Rixe - Coupes et Blessures 7"
Rixe - Coupes et Blessures 7" (La Vida Es Un Mus Discos Punk, 2015)By Nathan G. O'Brien for Scene Point Blank
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While the hook on the first track is a tad bit Oi!-by-the-numbers for me, everything else about this four-song piece of wax is so badass and invigorating that I literally cannot listen to it without having some sort of physical reaction. As anyone that’s read my reviews knows, I listen to a lot of music while riding my bike. When I have this in the earbuds I ride with only one hand because the other one is vigorously pumping a fist in the air. ...read entire review here.
10/1/15
HDD Radio #32: Punk Rap Kids (That Are Now Adults) Back At It Again
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Listen as our fearless leader loses his mind, whilst playing a bunch of punk and rap music. Sets include all-DJ Premier production, all-new punk, and all-new rap. The rest of the playlist is rounded out with some Bad Brains and Beastie Boys. Nathan can be found on Twitter at @OMG_NOB, where he'll gladly follow you back provided you're not a robot or a complete asshole. A little bit of asshole goes a long way. I mean come on, have you ever listened to this show?
Tracklist:
Bad Brains – At the Movies (live)
Group Home – Livin’ Proof
Mos Def – Mathematics
Big L – The Enemy (feat. Fat Joe)
Dilated Peoples – Clockwork
Non Phixion – Rock Stars
Decades/Failures – Secret Superstitions
Institute – Cheap Time Morals
Haldol – Law of Indifference
L.O.T.I.O.N. – Computers Don’t Have a Heartbeat
Survival – Taboo
Anasazi – I Was a Teenage Criminal
Dawn of Humans – Babies
Blazing Eye – Kill You
Lesion – Secretarian Rights
Action Bronson – Terry
Paul Nice & Phil Most Chill (Fabreeze Brothers) – Fashion Plate
Ratking – Makeitwork
Git Beats & Bob Banner – Trio (feat. Sean Price)
DJ EFN – Crazy Dope (feat. Milk Dee, Sean Price & Murder Mook)
Gangrene – Sheet Music (feat. Sean Price)
Starvin’ B – Biological Threats (feat. Skanks, Sean Price & Shatike)
Beastie Boys – The Grasshopper Unit (Keep Moving)
Beastie Boys – Heart Attack Man
Subscribe in iTunes here. Direct download here.
Listen as our fearless leader loses his mind, whilst playing a bunch of punk and rap music. Sets include all-DJ Premier production, all-new punk, and all-new rap. The rest of the playlist is rounded out with some Bad Brains and Beastie Boys. Nathan can be found on Twitter at @OMG_NOB, where he'll gladly follow you back provided you're not a robot or a complete asshole. A little bit of asshole goes a long way. I mean come on, have you ever listened to this show?
Tracklist:
Bad Brains – At the Movies (live)
Group Home – Livin’ Proof
Mos Def – Mathematics
Big L – The Enemy (feat. Fat Joe)
Dilated Peoples – Clockwork
Non Phixion – Rock Stars
Decades/Failures – Secret Superstitions
Institute – Cheap Time Morals
Haldol – Law of Indifference
L.O.T.I.O.N. – Computers Don’t Have a Heartbeat
Survival – Taboo
Anasazi – I Was a Teenage Criminal
Dawn of Humans – Babies
Blazing Eye – Kill You
Lesion – Secretarian Rights
Action Bronson – Terry
Paul Nice & Phil Most Chill (Fabreeze Brothers) – Fashion Plate
Ratking – Makeitwork
Git Beats & Bob Banner – Trio (feat. Sean Price)
DJ EFN – Crazy Dope (feat. Milk Dee, Sean Price & Murder Mook)
Gangrene – Sheet Music (feat. Sean Price)
Starvin’ B – Biological Threats (feat. Skanks, Sean Price & Shatike)
Beastie Boys – The Grasshopper Unit (Keep Moving)
Beastie Boys – Heart Attack Man
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9/7/15
HDD Radio #31: Thrash-Punk, BR, New Punk & Hardcore, and more
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Our man in Minneapolis takes to the HDD studios once again; this time to play a bunch of tunes and pretend not to be the asshole we all know and love/hate him to be. Listen as he spins the thrash-punk revival of the '01s, some old Bad Religion, some new punk & hardcore, and a ton of other awesome stuff, all while scrambling to find the right words to describe bands without offending people. Check it out, and as always, let us know what you think!
Tracklist:
Tear It Up – That Life
Subscribe in iTunes here. Direct download here.
Our man in Minneapolis takes to the HDD studios once again; this time to play a bunch of tunes and pretend not to be the asshole we all know and love/hate him to be. Listen as he spins the thrash-punk revival of the '01s, some old Bad Religion, some new punk & hardcore, and a ton of other awesome stuff, all while scrambling to find the right words to describe bands without offending people. Check it out, and as always, let us know what you think!
Tracklist:
Tear It Up – That Life
Crispus Attucks – If We Can’t Have it, Were Gonna Take It
DS-13 – We’re Hardcore, You’re Not
R.A.M.B.O. – U-Lock Justice
Ruination – Who’s in Season?
Bad Religion – Pessimistic Lies
Bad Religion – I Want Something More
Bad Religion – Positive Aspect of Negative Thinking
Bad Religion – Heaven is Falling
Bad Religion – Lookin’ In
Bad Religion – Marked
Bad Religion – Nobody Listens
Bad Religion – At the Mercy of Imbeciles
Vivian Girls – Such a Joke
Koko Beware – Feed Me Baby
Thee Headcoatees – Spineless Little Shit
Baby Guts – Cricket Lung
Nu Sensae – Spit Gifting
Walls of Jericho – Athenian
Skarp – Turn Away
Jucifer – Queen B
Babes in Toyland – Blood
L7 – It’s Not You
Ivy – Cave Business
Black Panties – Soul Music
Boilerman – IV
Post Teens – Sewn Pleather
Violence Creeps – I’m Broke
Rose Cross – Radio Silence
Vexx – Sleeping in the Attic
The Warden – Live Round
Mercy Killings – Rot in Your Chains
Straight Razor – Morbid Medicine
Red Death – Permanent Exile
8/12/15
Record Review: Vaaska - Todos Contra Todos
Vaaska - Todos Contra Todos LP (Beach Impediment, 2015)By Nathan G. O'Brien for Scene Point Blank
Vaaska play punk just the way I like it: noisy and fast. Like Criaturas, another band with whom they share membership, all they lyrics are in Spanish; something for which I am a total sucker even through my Spanish is shoddy at best. I mean, I can get through a week in Mexico if I’m only ordering food, taking cabs, and looking for the bathroom but that’s about it. But enough about me. What’s important to know is that this record totally rips.
Vaaska’s versatility is really impressive. D-beat is at the core but surrounding that is a whole load of scorching axe work, agile drumming, and rock ‘n’ roll attitude. The guitar solos on songs like “Guerra Sagrada” and “Masacre” are searing, extinction level licks that explode all over the tracks like mini mushroom clouds disintegrating basements full of crusty punks into piles of ash. And the drumming throughout the whole album drives an anxious, maniacal pace that rarely allows the listener a moment of rest. They play with a real assertive, almost arrogant attitude that I really dig. Kind of reminds me of Nightgaun. Production-wise, it’s fairly clean; not enough echo or white noise to be labeled as “raw”, or as big a room-filling sound as epic crust, but loud as all fuck. ...Read entire review here.
8/11/15
Record Review: Blazing Eye - Self-Titled 7"
Blazing Eye - Self-Titled 7" (La Vida Es Un Mus Discos Punk, 2015)By Nathan G. O'Brien for Scene Point Blank
This is some of that rhythmic punk that's making the rounds lately. Kind of like Dawn of Humans (with whom they are currently label mates) but more on the crusty and menacing side than the weird and experimental. Blazing Eye is a quartet out of Los Angeles that share membership with Raw Ponx-affiliated acts like Drapetomania, Tuberculosis, and Sadicos. They have gained a bit of notoriety following a trio of intriguing demo tapes dating back to 2013. This is their big vinyl debut party, and it shows them evolving, albeit subtle, both in terms of style and production. They’ve added some atmospheric, brooding elements that lend them an air of darkened mystery. And the vocals hold a more prominent place in the mix this time around, which makes it easier to decipher the lyrics. To label this D-beat alone would be doing it a disservice. Although they do largely adhere to the beat, they’re sneaky in their approach. Their sound is more pulsing and fluid than it is rigid, allowing for some wiggle room inside the otherwise firm parameters of the D. If ever there were such a thing as danceable crust punk, this is it. That being said, at just four songs, it’s about the perfect length for this type of thing. Although the tempo is engrossing it would likely wear-on a little long over the length an LP. If they ever go that route, hopefully the will employ even more improvisation. I was truly smitten with their first demo tape, and I can pretty much say the same here.
Previously posted here.
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