music

sharing a little something every day, maybe more. even though a lot of my life revolves around it i'm too much of a pussy to talk about music to real people. so might as well talk about it online, right? if you don't give a shit you can just turn your comuter off. you don't have to nod or anything.
if you wanna talk about anything or have any recs, send em over. always appreciated.

6/1/24

well i was wrong. it wasn't two freakin months again. something like five or six. i'm not going to dwell. this is the present not the past. and in this present i am going through my "lockin' out records" worship phase of sxe hxc xxx. ok so i don't fully fuck with boston as a city (LETS GO O'S BABY) but i can mess with their music. i started like really listening to mental - yo! and all the other mental stuff this week and i've been so stuck in it. in a good way. how do they make cover art so good and so fun i dunno. its not like i'm a stranger to mental or lockin' out (looking at my "'stop and think' summer" and righteous jams spring break) but this is so fun. like ok tough guy hardcore is good and fun to mosh to but this is crucial shit here. and they're having a good time. yeah people make jokes about betrayal-core straight edge that kids from indinapolis make when their other friend has their first beer but i'll still listen to it especially the good stuff. like here my bum ass is with all my windows down getting grocries going TOGETHER FOREVER THAT'S WHAT WE SAID WHY COULDN'T THAT HAVE BEEN THE VOICE IN YOUR HEAD like it's powerful shit. especially when you have those desprate times. just listen to all of yo!. especially the live stuff. i wish i could've been the type of oldhead that was around for that era i'm grateful for what i have now. cause shit i can listen to both the old stuff and the new stuff. good shit man.

on a related note (goose listening to things not from the past 2 years) i have been looping kersed for about four days maybe? you know what's up man. these kids stick to themselves. if you don't know what's up it's only a minute long to find out. i love you hardcore. yeah it might get covered to death but it's fucking good. goose out.

12/25/23

jesus h christ. baby jesus h christ. i've been fuckin slacking over here. look at this shit. october the twelelvth??? what have i been doing? anyways. you can read the date. i might as well talk about christmas songs. my favorite is alan sherman's twelve gifts of christmas. heard it on the radio maybe two years ago? and it comes to my mind all the time. even if it's just a comedy song it's funny shit. it's too bad i didn't get a pink satin pillow that says san deigo with fringe all around it this year...

and you gotta have uh. chingity cing hee haw hee haw it's dominick the donkey chingity ching hee haw hee haw the italian christmas donkey. i found this out from my buddy i dunno, two years ago? and everybody else i tell about it makes me feel like i'm experincing some sort of mass hallucination. but it's good. and genuinely charming.

if i have to be genuine about classic christmas i dunno. i love the drifters. white christmas is a favorite. blue christmas is a good one just for the sake that i was messing around last night and making unintelligible elvis-style grunts to it. ahuh ahuh ahuh.

ok that's enough of that stuff. back to hxc bread and butter. goddamnit i really strayed from my base for a while. course if i did this just about hardcore i might get burned out. whatever. i've really been thinking about done deal lately. that snare sound is insane and it's insane that it works. tough guy hardcore from san jose that hits my sweet spot. rare hoodless mosher on the cover. riffs are crunchy, perfect, moshy. love the lyrics. HARDCORE PRIDE NEVER DIES IT'S THAT REAL DEAL SHIT NOT THAT BULL SHIT. rest in peace christopher oropeza. insane vocal presence holding it down. you're missed by many. going to be ripping this shit and outta pocket forever in your honor. i hope you're doing good out there and fucking shit up somewhere. this is probably one of my favorite demos from '23 and it's a shame i'll never get to see them. listen to the only fool NOW. it's a perfect track on a perfect ep. it's seven minutes and twentyfive seconds just tap in already. IT'S A DONE DEALLLLLLLUHHHHHHHHHHHHH. DONE DEAL. goose out. hopefully not for two freakin months again.

10/12/23

when i was maybe two, three years ago i was obsessed with fugazi. and that gave way to modern hardcore. but i heard bed for the scraping for the first time in while last night and it scratched that itch. i don't think i really even thought about red medicine very much. i was always end hits and in on the kill taker. but the love is still there. ian mackaye is just a neat guy. this time last year i think the thing that got me through was minor threat over and over again. lugging a huge camcorder case around with cashing in on flaking shitty over-the-ear headphones. i always feel like a fucking dork wearing them. but whatever. my stupid airpod-type knockoffs always got lost. i haven't lost these yet. while i'm thinking about minor threat there's two things. one is i really need the shirt with the sheep on it. and two is that the NOFX cover of straight edge is really funny even if i don't care about nofx otherwise. whateever. i think sublime should have done a minor threat cover. i mean shit, they did a descendents cover. i'll talk about sublime another day. i was thinking a bunch the other day but i was too lazy to whip out my html. so it'll wait around.

10/4/23

kinda a strange feeing but over the weekend i got stuck listening to breath from the prodigy over and over again. like so many things it just scratches that itch man. i think i'm so starved for something new that when i find something i burn it out. yes i found it because of al snow and the head back in ecw. if you have no clue what i'm talking about click on this right now and waste the next two minutes of your life. i didn't know about all this till, well, sunday. but my head exploded. so fucking funny. i'm not a big big big wrestling guy but i'm a sucker for old clips and big gimmicks. hurricane helms forever in my heart. and you know what i tried listening to other tracks off the fat of the land but they just weren't doing it for me. whatever. breath is badass. and if a band has one song i really like that's better than no good songs.

and i was walking at night maybe two hours ago and i had the urge to listen to what a wonderful world from louis armstrong on my walk. and i guess after the streak of feeling like i fell off a cliff i'd been having it hit home. you gotta appreciate the little stuff, man. great stuff.

9/21/23

out there. out there. somebody i know, not too well but still, sent this to me today. wanted me to format it a certain way so they could use it for a project. but man. when i heard we're lost from this group i can best describe as jazz stereolab without the synth (bad description. i think the common thread is frenchness). called fievel is glauque. admittedly a stupid name. but it hit a corner of my head that hasn't been hit in a while. so i've just been. listening to it over and over again. and it's damn good writing, working music. sitting. thinking. doing whatever.

and being in my head late night being sitting made me think about enon. come into. last may? yeah, it was may. on a sunday i woke up at what, nine, ten? and didn't go to bed until one pm on a monday. thirty hours straight to finish a stinking history paper. first all nighter in memory. miserable. there was a point when it was four, five and it felt like i'd never get out and i just kept listening to this. i saw the sun set. and then when the sky started to lighten up i went outside to watch it turn bright blue. and then it hit me. how fucked i was. and i did that all lsietening to this song. incredible stuff. touch and go records really had it going on. every time i hear it i think about the endless night. by nine in the morning i was babbling incoherently. i wasn't tired anymore. i fucked up by having a coffe and i felt like my body was stretched out in slow motion. my eyelids ached. i told my professor i'd been up for thirty hours and he let me go home. i don't know if i ever felt that good to be in bed. and i got a 96 on that paper so it was worth it, i guess. i broke through. thanks enon. the eletronic stuff in this song is awesome. sounds i dont even know how to describe.

9/19/23

been thinking about two things buzzing in my head sitting here. one is r. stevie moore's pink litmus paper shirt. hazy in the best way. the video really adds to it all--from the heart, fuzzy. i just keep going piiiiiink litmus paaaper shir to myself. outsider music ahead of the damn time. nineteen eightysix. on his bathroom floor in the green tinged tape coming at you fourty years ago today feeling like somebody messing around with vhs filters. still so fresh. love you r stevie moore. the cat at the beginning is cute too.

and i'm thinking so hard about sob story's demo. self described delinquent youth crew out of cincinnati. OOZING with passion. love youth crew like this because it's straight from the heart. from the drive to get better. to improve yourself. no bullshit, all action. shoutout to my buddy dante from cincy for making me dive into em more. been listening for the couple weeks it's been out but it's really clicked today, man. ESPECIALLY get a grip. i think i've listened to that track about fifteen times today. twenty. what a fucking way to open. first track on your first demo and its more than i could ever dream of coming outta my mouth. the switchup at the two minute mark is so so raw. I MUST ADMIT I'M SO SICK OF YOUR SHIT. YOU WALK AROUND RUNNING YOUR MOUTH I WISH YOU'D FUCKING QUIT. THIS TOUGH GUY DISGUISE IT'S WHAT I DESPISE MY ONLY HOPE IS THAT ONE DAY I GET TO BE YOUR DEMISE. delivery is incredible. can't wait to see what these guys do and hopefully see em soon. it's special when you find those demos and tracks and eps that remind you why you fell in love with hardcore to begin with. so raw. raw with passion. you can't fake that.

9/13/23

hardcore goose back in stride. listened to enervate for the first time the other day and they're so hard. milwaukee's got some great stuff going on between these guys and world i hate, man. great riffs on the all said and done EP. don't need you probably my favorite. I DON'T NEED YOU I DON'T NEED YOU I DON'T NEED YOU NOW. wish i wasn't a skinny sonbitch so i could slam against some fuckers to this. midwest hardcore on top, man. there ain't shit else to do around here besides get drunk or claim edge and start a band.

tonal shift much but last night, early morning working delerious needing to sleep so bad i just started thinkin about do wah diddy and all i could do was just sing it over and over again alone down there three in the morning turning to ice. singing do wah diddy diddy dum diddy do. in the elevator going she looked good she looked good she looked fine. i love the little period chord change around :47 in the bridge. yeah it's a simple gimmick but i love that sweet feeling. hearing the little tape cut at 1:42 where the instruments just fall off a cliff and it makes a loud editing noise is pretty funny too. makes you remember that's just how it was.

9/7/23

god am i sleepy workin. got up to get me some hot fries. today and yesterday i've been thinkin about this magic moment from the drifters. walking around in the crisp night all alone it's not fall yet but it feels like it. and the drifters are solid solid stuff. yes i have a doo wop soft spot. listening to greatest hits radio because the antenna snapped off in the truck and that's all that would pick up. in the kitchen making a pie the day before thanksgiving. the feeling of something ending. like summer into fall into winter. it's not going to be hot like this again, you better enjoy it. this lou reed version is also pretty neat. darker. lou reed is the man. love the strings on the original but this one is instrumented up all neat. now i've gotta fall asleep, satellite of love on earphones. (i've watched it for a little while. i like to watch things on tv.) i'll probably watch mst3k this weekend. it feels right.

9/5/23

found torena today. oxnard, californa. driving in the rain trying to not get myself stuck in a left turn lane. fucking badass. love how fast cerebellum prison man. tough beat the shit outta your brain hardcore done right. to hell and back is my favorite you've got the galloping drums into the blastbeat into the HARD breakdown. TO HELL AND BACK. fucking awesome. i'm no music journalist but i love hardcore.

9/4/23

about the past week or so ween has entered my head again. after maybe about a year or so since i seriously thought about them. aside from my friend showing me his quebec cd he found at the goodwill. it's funny when youtube spits out demo tracks for me to listen to but you know what they're good. the caeser demos (i think they're for quebec) have been good since i've found them. like that man (from the flatland). i dunno. something about it. i'm no journalist. just the big dusty midwest. don't let the moon catch you cryin'. ween just is hitting the spot in this moment. and these are just the songs they tossed out. i just wanna go outside and walk around and squint at some of the stars with this. listening to freedom of '76 (gene singing this high is funny as fuck too. this live version on some local daytime talk show where they're stoned out of their minds feels very nice. adds to the feeling of it all) waiting for it to be two in the morning so i can leave this desk and go to bed. do it all over in the morning. but for now i've got me and my laptop and ween. and that's all right.

9/3/23

i should've wrote this up last night but who cares. my good friend noah sent me butter 08 yesterday said i would like it and damnit they were right. feels like braniac and stereolab and the breeders and everythng else all smushed together but you know what it it's a good different. actually unique and not bullshit. the best pieces from the nineties. one album on the beastie boys' label and it's a good one i mean they made it out. honestly i don't get mad if a band only has one album as long as it's good. lot better than four sloppy ones. thirteen tight songs are better than none. lots of fun tracks on this you can tell they made this outta passion and fuckin around. miss the rage is probably my favorite. love the effect on the guitar near the end of it. mono lisa feels stereolab in a good way. vaugely french and steady synths probably. but i'll draw a line between anythin. pickin up speed near the tail of it is cool, heavy static tone ending it off is awesome. can't get enough of organs and synths. ok listening to this again i think mono lisa is my favorite. worth giving a listen. love finding new stuff.

has nothing to do with anything else but i had an overwheling urge to listen to superman lover last night around 2 in the morning. so i did about five times. and you know what it's damn justified. so so smooth. johnny guitar watson sure can damn sing. just wanna drive around with this on FM radio. a classic, man.

9/1/23 early morning

grindcore realness. keeping it snappy cause i've been up too long. listened to terrorizer - dead will rise today for the first time and this is awesome man. nineteen fucking eightynine man. that blast beat is crazy. love that cymbal tone around two minutes in. guitar is so so good- fuzzy, blistering, not too dirty. insane tone. can't get enough of fast hardcore and hardcore-related stuff. even if this is more thrash than hc. usually skew more away from the metallic stuff but this has a good balance. and it's a classic. and again. i can't say this enough. these drums are on another fucking level. need to listen to this whole world domination album more. sick sick stuff.

8/30/23

early morning but who's keeping score. today felt like a polvo day. listened to when will you die for the last time at the desk all eleven minutes fortythree seconds of it and it ws nice. whenever i've had to push through shit polvo's always been there to help. one of these days when im really feeling it i'll write something more substantial about how important they are to me. time isn't on my side is one of my favorite songs ever. no bullshit. it's fucking beautiful. it's messy and noise but it all comes together. and that chip tune man. just the way everythig harmonizes so ugly is the prettiest thing in the whole goddamned world. when i was stuck that winter into spring nobody to talk to all alone going two months without leaving campus it was me with this damn song in the common area, futuramama on the communal tv. last late fall where i was working endless days for no reward, looking to having time to myslef only to wake up in cold sweat seven fortyfive in the morning with yesterday's clothes, light left on, god it was awful aeful awful but the happiest i felt for a few blocks of that time was listening to that damn song before my nine am. goose leaving the library when it closes walking up the hill back home in the dead streetlight dark not even any cars me and polvo and the construction equipment towering in the sky. i wish i could print out a song and frame it. don't wanna be too much of a sappy shmuck. but it's real special stuff. even if time isn't on my side i'll keep making it through.

8/29/23

early this morning. last night. somewhere bewteen the two. 4 to 6 in the morning on the 29th, whatever you want to call it. i kept thinking about dj shadow. endtroducing. all alone at that desk with the hum of the lights and vents and the dark. laptop was at low on power halfway through. and the thiing i needed to do in the world the most, somewhere around five, was just sit there in that spinny chair, look up at the perforted tiles, and have midnight in a perfect world coming out of a quiet phone speaker cupped in a palm. hadn't listened to it in a while but it was on my mind. just me and that. it was really sweet. it was still. dj shadow does some killer stuff with samples. i love samples, man. so cool to take stuff and give them new life, new context. build the foundation of something new on an old house. i've been feeling it today. even now looking out the dark window with mutual slump playing to get the words to come out of me i can't belive all these drums. maybe i'll listen at the desk again. maybe something different. hard to say. all i know is that it felt awful sweet and you can't make a moment like that happen again. peace.

8/27/23 (it's 1:40 AM on the 28th but who's keeping score)

god when i wrote about combatwoundedveteran that flipped a switch in me. in the last 48 hours i think i've listened to the spazz/charles bronson 7" split somewhere between 15 and 20 times. no bullshit. before i get into the meat of this i just wanna say: i love splits. there's something special about two bands forever associating themselves with each other, linked perementaly in a moment and place. it's really special. and for me at least who just uses youtube i always listen to the splits all the way through, hell, usually they're hardcore or hc-adjacent and i can run through them in 10 or 15 minutes, it's nice to get two bands for the price of one, get some more variety.

but i didn't come to blab about the idea of a split 7" all night. this is so fucking good. and the art is awesome. i love goats. horns are fucking cool. spazz does the front side of the ep. funny funny band. but they're no joke. less serious abut themselves which is a good thing. three guys in it all share vocals. love the part in mad at the world where it slows down where you can almost understand em then speeds right back up. really good breakdowns on their side of things. drummer has a really nice thing going in bore almost going back to the hardcore basics with the grindcore speed. love the feel and tone on the bass? guitar? whatever, feels like there's only one of em. down low and fast through their side. the layers of vocals i like a lot throughout. awesome stuff. if you like them

charles bronson picks up where spazz left off, amps it up. a little faster, little better produced, borrowing the fnny shit from spazz but sounding angrier. borrowed a lot of big ideas from infest but i love what they did with em. a sort of youth crew feel too, just a bunch of guys messing around in a dekalb basement. god i love em. drums are killer through the whole side. i know it gets old with me saying that about every hardcore and pv record but it's impressive stuff, especially when they keep the speed up. love listening to drummers. vocals are awesome too. intense screams but not shrill not too macho just good fucking stuff man. awesome riffs. the obligitory jock slaughter song with the wall of noise after the intro and burst of vocals is fucking awesome. dude sounds like taz in a good way. not as much as the guy from twenty five ta life (skip to :50 if you're in a rush), thank god. drumming incredibly tight in rich crusties shall pay.

i dunno what i can say, man. only so many things i can say. talking about music feels inherently emberrasing because you have to boil all this passion and feeling that they had, all that passion and feling you have down to some stupid words. and to talk about such casual community based genres with these wide sweeping words feels almost wrong like i'm being some sort of fucking snob. but these guys are awesome. and the whole point of this is to get to share what music i'm feeling so i shouldn't be in my head about it anyways. it's pretty different than combatwoundedveteran, this split much more hardcore allinged than grind/screamo, but they're both awesome. but i've really been feeling the spazz/bronson 7". folding my laundry. coding this site. driving to get stromboli. it just feels so right. if you fall in love check out their other stuff. this video of charles bronson in some albany basement, july 1997 is really neat. and as for which side i like better, man. i've gotta go for charles bronson. at least here. spazz is great and really laid down foundation for not taking poverviolence super serious but the CB side of it alone makes this special in my heart. with the way i've been feeling and the way my tastes have been leaning i think this one's gonna be in the daily rotation for a long time. take it easy. listen to some powerviolence, man.

8/26/23 (3 in the morning)

yeah it's still the same day. i've been up the same stretch i was yesterday. but i can only hold back the heavy so long. get infested dumbass. if i could only say one thing about infest it is this: sometimes i watch youtube videos at 1.5 or 2 times speed and forget to change it back. and usually get pissed because slowed down to normal it's lame. the first time i heard the infest 7" i went to switch it back to normal after a few minutes and saw it was steady at 1x speed and my heart swelled up with joy. jesus fucking CHRIST do these guys rip. one of the blueprints for the modern sound to me. it just doesn't fucking stop. and this is from nineteen fucking eightynine. early shades of powerviolence to come. i can't wrap my head around it in the best way possible. the tone on everything is incredible. the SPEED at which the tone holds is even more incredible. one of the fundamental records that shaped my love of hardcore. good lyrics too. WHERE'S THE UNITY???

thinking about powerviolence again too. if you think that's something try out a little extraviolence. blackwater FUCKING sniper baby. two guys from chicago in full ghille suits and their drum machine terrorizing the midwest. very grindcore. holy fucking shit. when they say extraviolence they mean it. 300 bpm machine gun drum bursts pushing you back in your chair. and if 50 second songs are fast to you they've got too fast for spotify. seven songs in two minutes. longest one is seventeen seconds. and they're good enough not to just be some cheap gimmick. my buddy out in cincy's seen em twice and i'm jealous. so jealous. their shtick is so so good. keeping the violence alive and well. if you need just one song, i dunno, child killer is my favorite in a vaccum. but come on man. listen to them all. listen to everything they've fucking got. let a little extraviolence into your life.

8/25/23

feelin sluggish. mellowed out today. just draggin my ass through. feelin like this version of girl dreams from beck. different feeling than the one on one foot in the grave, less stripped down but still bare. less lonesome. extra additions to the song, sound effects and the like make it sound really sweet. when he says it wasn't night it wasn't day it feels really special, the sweet sound of the end of summer sweating in all black in a hot truck driving back through the country. it's smokey and walking around the neighboorhoods feels like a haze rubber soles melting into the pavement but it feels so good all the same. sweet and homely and sweaty and awkward. one foot in the grave is dear to me always.

cub is also on the brain. light cheery stuff. genuinely fun to listen to. that whole 90's k records air about them even if they weren't on the label. nice and sweet. it's like if the beach boys were cutesey. and a girl band in the nineties. from vancouver. it's that sort of twee pop foundation. earnest. real. light. it's a nice little break for the ears. driving on a clear sunday where there's a breeze outside. in the last half of juy when you know the summer's going to end at this point but right now it feels forever.

8/24/23

carry over from yesterday. i mean i don't dramatically switch what im listening to day to day. it's like a slow tide churning in and out. just some sort of thematic excersise i guess. this morning i woke up and i thought of my good buddy gerry. well i thought about braniac and i thought about my good buddy gerry. he sent me a picture of the golden gate with 1 am a crack3d machin3 on the car radio display a while ago and that's how i found them and got hooked. akron, ohio baby. oh fuck. i just realized akron means i can talk about something else but i'll hold on. i love you brainiac. good hot weather music. electronic heat. good music for your falling apart over the ear headphones that make you look like a doofus sweat on your ears forcing myself through the blanketed heat. it's really beatiful especially when the synths get warbly at the lighter parts. beautiful in the cracked machine way but still beautiful. like in flash ram. my favorite. sure it might seem ugly for a little bit. robotic voice over muddy synths that sound like the color of the ep. but when they go into the chorus. or the lead up into it. they hold you together flaaaaaaaasssshhhhhh ram. i get fucking chills. dude i'm gettig chills just thinking bout it writing this. flip the switch for me again. god i love you braniac. man it makes what happened even more tragic. just starting to get more traction. starting to go full electronic, the electro shock for president EP being a demo for their new sound. then the main guy dies from carbon dioxide inhalation. while they're tracking it. car goes up in flames. dead before inpact. hole in the trunk of his shitty mercedes. god it's so fucking tragic. i hope you're doing ok out there tim taylor. rest easy. i'm glad you put this out in the world. listen to braniac.

i lied about braniac being from akron. they're from dayton. i looked it up after i said it. but thinking about akron made me think of S.M.I.L.E. and if i don't keep that error in it'll sound like i'm just making excuses to talk about them. which i would have found a way to anyways. but i wanted to show my thought process. you get it. god i love them. vocals are on fucking point. on FUCKING point. love the effects and the tone and the words. everything. the bass drives it all. it does watever it feels like running all up and down the pocket and it's so good. for hardcore it's got some fucking groove. tight, midtempo, peppy hardcore; not a brick on your chest heavy but that's a good thing.

and they blister so quick that listening to an ep like s.m.i.l.e. some more is only 3:38 for three songs, just the way i like it. fourteen year old goose who loved progressive rock and seventeen minute epics with five acts and string sections would fucking hate my guts. here you get three rippers for the price of one normal length song, perfect if you're in a rush, gotta catch a bus or something. not dragged out. say what they've gotta and they're outta there. and i love hardcore like this. hardcore that makes me actually want to make a positive change in my life instead of beat shit up. like i wanna beat fuckers up in the pit to this but that's different. hell everything is so good. on their first e.p. just s.m.i.l.e i can't live without choke on it and SMILE. (DON'T BE CHEAP JUST SHOW THEM SOME TEETH NOTHING THEY CAN DO TO SHAKE OUR BELIEFS JUST SMIIIIIIIILLEEEEEE). just came out with a split with SOURnot too long ago. both ends of the split rip but i love the biggest lie so much. ALL THEY DO IS LIE DON'T CARE IF WE DIE IT'S A FUCKING LIE LIE LIE LIE ALL THEY DO IS LIE DON'T CARE IF YOU DIE MOTHERFUCKER SO SICK OF YOUR LIES. man you know if something's good if i have to shout it out here. can't get enough. vocals go fucking hard. and the bass here, it just keeps moving. even after everything falls out, for half a minute it keeps going. and that's fucking golden. i love s.m.i.l.e. can't wait to see them soon. peace. i've gotta go to class.

8/22/23

typing what i was too caught up in other things to hammer out last nite. feeling silly. just. listen to jud jud. no i don't want to tell you anything else about them. it'll ruin it. just click the link. or this one. that one. i don't care. listen to it on the bus with no headphones. listen to it in the hospital waiting room. listen to it in your '99 geo off of a bluetooth speaker because the radio's busted. whatever works.:]

if you want something serious, uh. take this fugazi video. public witness program 4/14/96. i love this. probably favorite fugazi song. and this version is so cool. keeps it fast. breakdown a minute in done really really well. also the little dance ian mackaye (bald guy in red shirt) does at 1:08 in is hillarious. i mean shit if i were there i was was him i'd be doing that too. so incredibly tight. not as obsessed with fugazi as i once was but they're still so awesome.

8/20/23-all over the place today. laying low. just been building the site slowly all day. html isn't awful but css is a bitch, man. been having some de la soul (samples from chicago and grease, at least the obvious ones. catchy stuff. saturday it's a saturday it's a saturday saturday.),some microphones (haven't heard don't wake me up before but it popped up in youtube today. florida beach is peak early 00s phil, not soft folk phil but intense phil, as intense as you can get with steel drums. it's like the beach boys are there watching the firey end of the glow part two.),some breakbeat?(remmnant from the 4 hour drive early this week, 147 song playlist of breakbeat and jungle over and over on the interstate. keeps the pep in you. man, i don't know genres when it comes to this stuff, but it's good. sound effects sampled on this track are goofy, but a good goofy.).

combatwoundedveteran holding it down on the heavy side of things. 90s tampa/ithica powerviolence/scramz/whatever (i don't give a shit about genres but i don't want to sound like an idiot) that i found from a friend's roomate's shirt this past winter. one of those things that just grows on you. I Know A Girl Who Develops Crime Scene Photos is 19:29 of a dead animal on vox in the best way. vocals are all over the place. this is a good thing. everything's tight all around the sreams. holds it down. they do powerviolence, this era of pv, the best. the way i like the best at least. sure, orchid and jerome's dream are monumental, yeah the skull split DEFINES scramz, but everything comes together, man. this just feels better. and it doesn't fucking stop. through those bristling ninteen minutes the only thing to break it up is a haunting, lingering minute eighteen spoken word track. holy shit, man. then he came to finish me with a knife in his hand and murder in his eyes. if this was just on its own it would be like one of those movies that you can't help but to just stare at the wall and think about for twenty minutes after it gets over. but there's still ten minutes left, dumbass. heavy hitters like you make statements concerning things you know nothing about or christ my leg is sore or, shit man, really the last ten minutes of the album keep on coming. no stopping. no slow bits, no real slow breakdowns like orchid and jerome. just noise. god, it's grown on me more and more over the past few months and today, right now, i really think is the day it truly completely clicked. just listen to it, man.

8/19/23 - been on a hxc kick. missed two killer shows back to back due to things outside my control. could've made the four hour drive by myself if i was deserate enough but i knew deep down it was stupid. picked up a shift and made 50 bucks so that's something. placating myself by drowning in the heavy. found highway sniper yesterday on a ohio hardcore playlist, straight out of clevo, got hooked on the spot. 2022's the great satan is w. bush tinged, dark, heavy-love it. love it. great drum tone. vocals remind me of gospel, brutal, consistently intense through the 6 vocal tracks. listen to cycles of pain if you can't stay for the whole tape, but all tracks rip. highway sniper is a badass name, too.

(side note: also found FOUL yesterday. orange county hardcore. description says they'll have an EP out soon. not sure much else about them but this is so hard. not a huge fan of super tough guy don't fuck with us hardcore but this is different. love love love the riffs. OUT FOR BLOOOOOOOOOD.)