Research indicates that BAYLIE'S BAND is a long running Massachusetts indie and/or noise rock outfit. "Long running" as in you can say they remind you of DINOSAUR JR. and that's cool because they might have played shows with them (the first time around) and the NIRVANA comparisons relevant in a contemporary and not a derivative sense. See....this is the shit that the kids are trying to do now, but SCREAMING TREES were just aping LUCIFER'S FRIEND and FOGHAT anyway, so why not go to the source....right? Before I digress to a level of nonsense that is utterly (as opposed to approximately) incomprehensible, let it be known that I really like this 1996 demo, and let it be known that BAYLIE'S BAND are still active and, I hope, revered.
16 January 2018
I had never heard of Querétaro until earlier this year, which is kinda fukkd since it's not really that far (in broadly speaking geographical terms) from my house. Based on that introduction and this cassette, I have the impression that the Mexican estado en cuestión is a place that I need to visit. Art museums, audio and aural experimentation...and ruthless, off the rails '90s Mexican hardcore - I can't really think of too many more things I need. I mean, there's food and water and stuff, but "Sembrando Rencor" mostly makes me forget about that nonsense. There are only three tracks on this 1998 demo, and they are the Sound of Desperation. While I will trade that sound for proficiency and/or riffs any day, with H BOMB it's not a concession I need to make. The simplest discoveries are sometimes the best ones, friends.
15 January 2018
I only knew of their single creamer on the North Atlantic Noise Attack comp before I came across this demo, but that one song was more than enough to get me pretty juiced for what was about to happen to my earholes. So can someone tell me why this band isn't mentioned in the same breath as '80s USHC legends? Maybe it's because they're from South Carolina, maybe it's because the demo came out in 1986, after people's obsession with lightning fast hardcore had begun to wane (slightly), or maybe it's because their logo kinda sucked and would look comparatively lame on the back of a leather jacket. But still....listening 30 years later, I hear some kids bashing out Eye For An Eye caliber 'core with a SEPTIC DEATH ferocity that you rarely come across - distortion by default with vocals barked over blurr-core riffs that are so unbelievably fast. Check the 1:40 mark of "Prelude...Final Conflict" and listen to the low end fall into a crackling rumble, and then listen to the bass break that drops with 13 seconds left in the song. That should be enough on its own, but fortunately the whole fukkn thing is banging. Now I guess I need to come across a copy of the Til Death Do Us Part full length...
14 January 2018
Sometimes you don't need things too serious. Sometimes you just need to crack open a beer and fukkn party. You know how it is...things got you down, people keep leaning on you a little too hard, none of your clothes are really working out, and you just need to throw your dumpster fire of a life off a cliff and get fukkd up. So, for just one night, HOT MAYONNAISE are here to help. Don't thank me, thank HOT MAYONNAISE...I am merely the messenger.
13 January 2018
I asked my Venezuelan friend living in Mexico to turn me on to the best new band. And he gave me this tape from Chicago. I'm not saying he's wring, because PLOMO straight fukkn creams, I'm just saying that I was hoping he was going to give me a Mexican demo. But it's my fault - I should have been more specific.
12 January 2018
Eight bands I had never heard or heard of before I pushed play, all hailing from Orange County., New York. DRI styled hardcore from ANGUISHED SOCIETY are the standouts, but DOVER BOYS start the tape with a seriously infectious kick. FUNCTIONAL IDIOTS should have started in 1984 (they would have been faster and weirder, which would have been better), AS ONE sound like a raw '80s 'crew outfit in a really positive way, and A.W.O.L. sound like a melodic blur (also in a positive way, and their bass player rips). Epic crossover from POOR EXCUSE and stripped bar punk from AFFIRMATIVE ACTION round out the collection, and you don't need to thank me for the tape warps...I only deliver the goods in the shape in which they were given to me. Happy digging.
11 January 2018
I don't do this often (I mean the more than one at a time thing), but there's this outfit from Pennsylvania that I like a lot called NAH. I have a bunch of NAH tapes, and I would like to share several of them with you today....
Ethereal beats. Repetitive and hypnotic. Really really good, and dying for extra treatments.
A year before DIE BAD//TAPE FUCK, but End feels more developed somehow. Take "Dark Shit" as an example, it's a full constructed song made up of simple sounds and lasting just 71 seconds. It's also brilliant.
Venturing further into electronic hip hop, 2014's Woe features appearances by GIVV, Tzil and PRINCE ASSHOLE, and is possibly the most shamelessly danceable and the most out there NAH release.
The shortest one....just two tracks, but imagine a soundtrack to the weirdest art film that has never existed.
More rap influences, and heavy North African rhythms. This one is probably my favorite to date...but to date, NAH has never let me down.
10 January 2018
I played Kent, Ohio a lot in the '90s. This might seem geographically illogical since most of those tours started in California, but ANCIENT CHINESE PENIS had a (rare) excellent show there in 1993, so it seemed logical to return when Matt and I hit the road in subsequent years with MULTIPLE CHOICE and FUCKFACE. By the time we rolled through Kent with HICKEY in '96, we had probably played the town more than half a dozen times. Most of those shows were at a weird drug addled storefront called Black Fleck (I think? might need some fact checking here...), and we rubbed elbows with the fellows from SOCKEYE (only played with them once however, and I am pretty sure they only did it under duress...to get us to stop asking). But on the spring 1995 tour, we played a house show with HARRIET THE SPY and realized there was an entirely different DIY punk scene in Ohio (this would have been prime More Than Music Fest era)....it seemed like a thing that was maybe more connected to our reality (I'm telling you, the vibe at those Black Fleck [note: I'm actually pretty sure Black Fleck was in Pottsdam, Germany - John thinks the venue in Kent might have been called The Mausoleum, which would be fitting] shows was pretty weird, as if we had just appeared as extra characters on the set of a movie whose plot development that had been sidetracked some time ago by LSD and/or heroin), and I remember that house show being really good. HARRIET THE SPY played, and the whole night was hot and sweaty and positive. Of course....we returned to the weird storefront on the subsequent tour, just because.
Both bands play quintessential '90s DIY hardcore, and though I feel like HARRIET THE SPY is more revered, the GRAIN tracks here hit pretty damn hard. There's a subtle tempo change in "Nibble" that's so well done that it makes me anxious, and they have an overall DRIVE LIKE JEHU vibe. There are a couple of their tracks here from the self titled EP, also from 1994...in case anyone is really keeping track. The tape? Who fukkn knows where I got it. I get stuff.
09 January 2018
I toured through the Southeast in 2002 with ARTIMUS PYLE, and met am enthusiastic kid in North Carolina. His demeanor was more like that of a Southern California hardcore throwback, but his accent was notable and he was smart as a whip, especially when it came to hardcore. He told me that he was moving to Virginia to play drums for MUNICIPAL WASTE and gave me a demo of his project DIRECT CONTROL. 14 years after we met, Brandon left this earth with a mind numbing musical legacy in his wake. Also worth noting that the opening bars of "Hardcore For Heroin" is one of the the most brilliant(ly blatant) ripoffs in modern hardcore, that kid clearly wasn't fucking around.
08 January 2018
This used to be Mondays at TEHQ. We were nearing the end of the aughts, ramshackle raw DBeat was king, and every Monday there was a different tasty shell to be found at this virtual address. Times change, people move on, scenes evolve....but it's always a good idea to keep an eye (and ear) to the past. The past teaches lessons, and the past serves as a reminder - sometimes to emulate and sometimes to avoid. In the case of Brasil's FINAL SLUM WAR, however, the past is the present. And the past fucking rips hard. Six minutes of blistering raw DISCLOSE worship (to be fair, BESTHÖVEN worship is probably more accurate) spread out over five tracks. Recorded in 2013 and released last year, this one makes me want to dust off my DEFORMITY and KRÜEL demos.
07 January 2018
The more you dig and the more you learn, the more you will realize how little you actually know. This one was easy to skip over...weird bedroom digital logo with a high school notebook drawing of a rat crawling out of the world, initially hard to tell who the band is or where they're from. But after passing it over amidst gems on the "I need to listen to these" shelves, I popped ABERGAZ in a few weeks ago. With more than a dozen releases (so far) in their decade and counting long existence, it's no surprise that these Croatians have their approach dialed in and on point. Perhaps a touch too slick for some Escape visitors, I find these tracks ultra addictive. Fast and tight, the approach hits me like RATOS DE PORÃO clashing with catchy Eastern European punk...there's a slight enjoyment curve to be sure, but it's worth whatever it takes to get over and/or around whatever might be in your way. Now....I'm going to spend my Sunday listening to all of the tapes with bad covers that I keep putting off until another day, and then I'm going to listen to more ABERGAZ. There's lot of content in both categories, so these tasks will thankfully spill into tomorrow, and the next day, and the day after that...because there's always more to learn.
06 January 2018
Aaaaahhhhh, the things I missed out on when I lived in Milwaukee during most of the '00s. Don't get me wrong, I definitely experienced plenty of things also, things that I would have missed if I had live here....but listen to this 2007 bomb from San Jose's THE CHILDREN'S CRUSADE. Ruthless posi-grind/violence? Yeah. Sold. I think the S.O.D. "Sgt. D" vibe in "P.O.W. M.IA. S.O.L." might be my choice cut here (it could also just be the initials), but the blurcore Dankstahz riffing of "Life In Pictures" is pretty fukkn addictive. Seven track in 6:46, including samples....and there are a lot of samples. They just don't make 'em like this anymore, and I fukkn missed it. Anyone got a copy of The First Demo for Your Wizard?
05 January 2018
Seven doses of pure fukkn evil from Russia's BASTÄRD. Reforestation never disappoints, so I thought I was prepared....I was not. Heavy on the VENOM worship, BASTÄRD sound like actual evil instead of cartoon evil. Listen to "Black (Fucking) Metal Kings" at full volume, feel the gallop after the guitar break that gallops you into that solo...that solo is deadly. This entire recording is deadly. Primal. Blackened Heavy Metal.
04 January 2018
I've said it countless times: "How do '80s hardcore recordings sound so good?" The guitars on this demo are DISCLOSE caliber raw while the band is crisp and tight, delivering six nuanced bursts with blinding speed. Seattle's FALSE LIBERTY only released this demo and one (killer) EP in 1986, but they punch way over their weight during their short run. Face melting adolescent hardcore, this is primal urgency put to tape and should be considered essential listening. Also, the record is still relatively affordable, so do yourself a favor....
03 January 2018
Impossibly blown out emotional hardcore the way that only the Midwestern '90s can deliver. Suburban Chicago, ultra relentless and super chaotic with a a carefree intensity that cannot be faked. Listen through the dirt, listen through the hiss.....just listen. Loudly.
02 January 2018
This Portland outfit is fukkn out there in all of the best ways. It's like a true freak found god and decided to burn their PHARAOH OVERLORD, LIGHTNING BOLT, JOHN COLTRANE and PIG DNA records in the dumspter. But instead of catching fire, they just melted together and rose from the dumpster as a Great Wax Satan. So there you go.
01 January 2018
I've previously mentioned my life as a teenage radio personality, but here is audio evidence of that short lived venture. I started Music From The Underground with my pal Jon in 1987 when we were both 15, and for the first year and a half or so we would record the show into cassette during the week so the weekend DJ could just pop it in and fukk off for an hour. We were clueless, the segues were bad, the levels were way off, and many of the songs came from cassettes that I shoplifted from Hasting's (before I worked there, shit got way easier then) and dubbed on my dual cassette cassette boombox before returning them to Hasting's for store credit to buy more tapes. Thing got smoother in 1989 when I was hired onto KLOR as the aforementioned weekend DJ...the quality (and content) of the show improved, it ran from 10-12 Saturday nights, and everything was broadcast live, allowing for real time interaction with the denizens of Ponca City, Oklahoma who were spending their weekends cruising Grand Avenue. Of course, there are no recordings of those later episodes, so I offer you this to start your year. It's funny to listen back now, almost 30 years later and feel simultaneously proud and embarrassed, but this show was a hugely important part of my teenage life, and helped to keep my head above water when it seemed that there was literally no hope for an existence outside of that shitty town full of shitty people. Fortunately, however....there was.