A cholocore mixtape enthusiastically shared by Dopibag, for YOU, the Network Of Niggaz! 💞 http://www.mediafire.com/file/annlibiiejdmfaj/CRAZY_BUT_PROUD_-_Venice_HC_compilation_1986-1989.zip
A cholocore mixtape enthusiastically shared by Dopibag, for YOU, the Network Of Niggaz! 💞
What didn't I buy from Wild Rags? Grinding Dutch death with the occasional humorous microsong, and a drum machine named Peter (great job Petey). The recording feels 4-tracky, as it has the bassy compression and economical mixing inherent to that technology, but it's produced very well for this perceived limitation and is actually quite heavy. Vocals are deeply hoarse gurgles, where instead of lyrics all you hear being gagged out is "BLUH! BLUH! BLUUUHHH!!!". They're fuckin' ridiculous, but I couldn't picture them being delivered any other way. 8 songs, 13 minutes, so obscure they have no cult...
Nippon sluuudddggge, pulling inspiration...through cold molasses...from slow death metal instead of the arguably cleaner New Orleans sound. Song structures are traditional (there are no feedback symphonies or shoegaze anywhere within the tape's 18+ minutes), with a curious lack of tangible sustain on the guitars. Lurching, shambling, chugging, but never lags with the places it wants to drunkenly wander...which I'm unsure are as metal as their immediate mindset. Ripped / scanned years ago, and good enough to have been pilfered from me for random stranger's youtube videos (yer fuckin' welcome)...
This is it, this is THE tape that indoctrinated me into hXc-techno. It was a few years after it's release, as I was 24 at the time and doing what I still do: gettin' high with homies. One of them threw on a dubbed copy made by a friendly coworker, and I was blown away. That simple. Dark, distorted, repetitive to the point of insanity, and ceaselessly (obsessively) fast, it was a brutal and deeply refreshing sound that matched any punk, metal, grind, or industrial band's own extremity...and it instantly fascinated me!
The nigga Lia reminded me of the exquisiteness of these Japanese Suomi posers' debut EP. Now, they're not stylistically bulletproof, there's just as much generic "Crasher" influence as Rice-ta-tittys piss-takes (and they laughably repurpose the language from other band's album titles), but the production and passion on this 7" is exceptional even within a scene that is already worshipped for its uncanny sonic nerdery. You won't see God with them, but you WILL see Jesus...reverb overdose and all!
Exit 13 loved their sewer-pitched, Ken Owen style blurrgrind...but also loved cheating on the genre with morbid forms of "jazz" overlays and '70s rock power-groove. The band enhanced this sound with MIDI technology, a gimmick that gained them immediate global attention (it was a fairly new technology at the time, and uniquely employed considering the style of music it was being fused to, so everybody fixated on that aspect first...even me). The rabidly ecological lyrics are intelligently rendered, but with the megatons of pot the band broadcasted smoking, I think they were mostly about the jams before the message. Weird, legendary, poorly recorded, GO FOR IT...
Raw human tribalized alt-industrial from the Bay Area. Cleanly produced, with bullhorn vocals, jungle beats percussed by white humans, occasional guitars, sludgier pained experimentation ("Queer Boy Behind An Iron Gate" is my fave track you fuckin' homophobes), eerie vignettes, probably lots of mushrooms and LSD too. This release wears it's era gleamingly on it's sleeveless shirt, but by Bush Sr's Illuminati cape has it aged well. Modern primitives, RE/Search magazine, and Bob Dobbs...VIVA GENERACION X!!!