21 November 2017


A brilliant collection of bedroom minimal techno, electronic ambiance and general chill out sounds from Pedro Keppler (GATTOPARDO) and delivered to the public by Dama De Noite. A Fita Do Pedro Em Ibiza should not be considered a casual listen, instead I suggest letting the monotonous pulses of "Delícia" lull you before "Judeu" slowly fills you with subtle psychedelia. I feel like these two tracks together are the highlight for me, but the entire session is worthy of multiple listens. From ultimate sunrise beach chill ("Ibesad") to bizarro retro synth (Putão"), Pedro covers a ton of ground without ever straying too far from his base. Excellent recording, excellent release, excellent people. 

20 November 2017


Wild and nasty synth drenched raw garage goth punk.....it's all of the best things from all of these specific subgenres, but it's all of them at the same fukkn time. And the longest song clocks in at 81 seconds. This shit is ferocious, deserves repeated listens, and has so damn many hooks I can't even believe it. Plus, it makes me feel weird inside. 

19 November 2017


Do you like mutants? Do you sometimes like to listen to art and/or garage punk even though you aren't really sure where the fuck it comes from or what scene these people could possibly exist in since all you ever go see is hardcore shows? And then do you ever realize while you're wondering all this shit that BELLY JELLY have been plowing through one damaged riff for just over two minutes with essentially zero variations? If you, like me, made it that far then you're in for a treat, because these Bloomington brillianaires are....well....brilliant. And weird. One song is like CCTV on mescaline, the third track is a nursery rhyme for children on LSD, and the thing ends with some nonsensical HALF JAPANESE meets KING MISSILE shit. So, while I don't actually know what this is, my day is seven minutes better than it was when I woke up. 

Also....they wrote me a note. I like notes. 

18 November 2017


Since the 2016 release of Promotional Cassette: A Pleasant Atomic Age Kitchen, Oakland's NEUTRALS have released a second Promotional Cassette and a Promotional Compact Disc that compiles the material from both cassettes. Pretty crafty, methinks. Allan McNaughton (GIANT HAYSTACKS, AIRFIX KITS) once again delivers endearing and addictive jangly indie/punk with guitars ripped from deep cuts from the Rough Trade and 4AD catalogues. It's fun music, light hearted but deep at the same time, and "Swiss" is an impossibly cool track. It is very likely that you have never created a track as cool as "Swiss," but that shouldn't make you sad.....because most people haven't. 

17 November 2017


If you were anywhere the Bay Area in the '90s then you surely heard of Sacramento's LIZARDS, even if you never heard the band. Irreverent and unabashedly FUN punk that sounds timeless when blasted in(to) this millennium....the ten tracks here from their Summer '94 Tour Tape will put a smile on the face of nostalgic visitors and hopefully turn on a few newcomers. What if THE DEAD MILKMEN and pre-Hidden World FUCKED UP and HICKEY morphed into one band? Seriously. 

16 November 2017


I've fawned over these kids in these pages before, and feel fortunate to have shared a split release with them a few years back. The recent release of XRDM's Fashkodato! EP (which is an absolute stunner) inspired me to spend some time with their earlier releases....and so here you go. Self titled 2014 cassette contains six blistering fastcore tracks in six minutes, with little bursts of heavy '90s crust and everything fronted by Nzt's relentless high end vocal attack. Power and speed and intensity - I really want to go back to Kota Kinabalu....

15 November 2017


Anguished and repulsively heavy sludge from America's Rust Belt, the lost and prolific land of desperations. MOLLUSK are (were?) nothing short of sonic annihilation, nuance/s coming only in the form of short quietudes that are more like a warning than a break....because though you are about to crumble from the weight of what you are already holding, that quiet moment is just MOLLUSK telling you that the universe is about to bury you. 

14 November 2017


This one is beautiful, and also deadly. Distorted pulses and waves of sound that sometimes sound like a SCIENTIST dub treatment laid (unwillingly) on harsh industrial electronics. And then there's "Sleeping," that takes up 20+ minutes of the B-side of Sleepless...ominous sonic punishment of the highest and most hypnotic order. Highest praise here.....

13 November 2017


I recall a lot of people dismissing this demo when it came out a few years ago. Who knows...maybe it was NYC backlash, maybe it was just not quite as flavorful as something else cool that came out that month, or may the ears just adjust over time....but in late 2017 this demo fukkn creams hard. Six songs, eight minutes, nihilism as sound. If this is the soundtrack to the beginning of your week, then just imagine how grim things are gonna be when Thursday come rolling around. 

12 November 2017


Someone want to fill the rest of us in here? I have no idea how this cassette came to me (this is a common theme in my life), and I don't know anything about the band. What I do know is that this four song demo from 1988 is a perfect (B)rat Pack montage soundtrack, brilliant synth heavy new wave/pop music from/for a lost generation. The second track leads me to believe that these kids (might have) had punk roots, but then the chorus drops and it's just brilliant outsider pop. Maybe I wouldn't want a full album, if only because these were the kinds of bands who had seemed to have a few good songs and then you heard the LP and the rest of the songs were shite, but I'll be damned if this sampling isn't pretty much perfect. 

11 November 2017


A year and a half after I referenced the brilliance of this 2015 demo, and months after Big Achievements flew off of Iron Lung's shelves and into the greedy earmitts of all you mongers, here's the first offering from Washington (state) mutants NASTI. Well, the first one that I heard. And it blew my mind. Ferocious and discordant hardcore freakouts that don't try to sound mean or fukkd up....because they are mean and fukkd up. The guitars in the title track should be all the convincing that you need here. For those not already on board....

10 November 2017


I am always very pleased when I decide to pull this one out. Late '90s hardcore that defiantly clings to the unregimented glory of that oft unheralded decade, NEXT OF KIN was born out of the Wisconsin DIY basement scene but members had migrated west by 1998 when this document was recorded...it's angry, it looks inward, it's raw intensity in sound. Their existence was short, and they existed in the shadows of their previous and more prominent projects, but this demo......pure power. 

09 November 2017


More anguished submissions from LIFE DRAG. 2016's Feed Your Grave was perhaps slightly more coherent than 2016's Feed Your Grave (that's not a typo), but this offering opts for desolation and darkness and misery brooding beneath a shroud of hollow sound. Well....I guess that's pretty much the same as the other one, but my point is that the vision feels more realized on this cassette. Listen to the dirge that is "Collapse Of Reality." Listen to the brutal monotony of "Transaction." Listen to the sparse desperation of "A Living Trend." Listen to your pain. Feed Your Grave once again.  

08 November 2017


Another Bay Area archive, this one arguably more listenable and definitely more important. True freak sludge that I saw in the flesh maybe once and maybe never, but man this shit is fukkn weird. 

07 November 2017


I heard about this band a lot when I first moved to San Francisco. Maybe I just heard their name mentioned or read it in ads and it stuck with me, or maybe the handful of friends I had from the (far) East Bay were some imagined connection to Pleasanton's TRIBAL DISCO NOISE. I had always assumed that they were  a tribal, dance-inducing industrial outfit and I baselessly associated them with bands like CRASH WORSHIP and ¡TCHKUNG! even though I never saw or even heard the band. And then, years later (last year, in fact) Craig gifted be a pile of Bay Area tapes and I was happy to see this artifact in the pile. And then I pressed play....let's just say that 1992 was complicated, folks.