19 minute 7" and studio demo of thrashy white trash grindcore similar to O.L.D. or Macabre's earliest output (and a special type of obscurity that'll convince you Giulio The Bastard has them on his brag list of die-hard discographies...which they aren't...yet). Professionally tight, and decently produced, but it'll be easy to hear how high school the note choices are. If I'm being extra pithy in this review it's only because the band is so easily (stupidly) satisfying.
The nigga Mahler continues to get no respect with his very kind shares, so here I am doing what's RIGHT! Top crusher of...noise rock? Godflesh archetype? Accidental Scorn? Slab! predated those groups, but it's no secret that Broadrick and Harris were fans of the band (Mick taped their 12"s for homies even in Napalm days). Organically groovy and methodically paced with no drum machines, zony Gira-ish vocals, and nearly grindcore-distorted bass (that dominates the songs, let alone the overall mix) take you to drug places minus the drugs. I'm not sure that this sound in general...which usually got relegated to the "industrial" bins...was really a part of ANY scene, but that only increases my own admiration and fervent curiosity! Taped off the radio by Mahler, remastered decades later by him, with Peel's one-man-greek-chorus left mostly intact. Fave track: Killer For A Country
Split rehearsal tape from Crazy Fucked Up Daily Life (named for a Disorder song, with a musical emphasis on Mob 47 worship and Siege covers) and fellow countrymen Denial, who are so poorly boomboxed that their side sounds very similar to Control's output. Control? Don't remember them? "Confuse Ghost"? Yeah, forgettable of course. I ripped this for CFDL's side.
You've heard the tape a million times before, it's just sourced from an original in lossless now. First wave noisecore, more jangly in the guitars than their contemporaries Confuse, but visionary nonetheless in taking the Chaos U.K. / Disorder influence to dimensions that made Thatcher's finest look incompetent in their later work. This was a rehearsal sampler, released when the band changed their name back to Swankys. There's quite a few unreleased or drastically alternate versions of tracks (including a fun cover of "Rock Around The Clock"), some of which were split up for the official discography CDs that came out around '97. Going by the terse inlay, the band seemed only semi functional for it's first few years of existence, and there's no real explanation for the back and forth on the name change, but here we are 32 years later still talking about them. That's the power of good-bad music!
9 songs in 10 minutes of PDX blastbeat chaos punk. I'd add "noisecore" in there, the Japanese variety, but the guitars are fairly controlled minus the occasional solo eruption. Quoting Death Dust Extractor in the foldout, but sounding more like Florida/PDX's Radiation (a.k.a.: Tattooed Cop Cocks with blastbeats), this is great hardcore in general that fuses anti-music elements with ease. Real songs, real lyrics (out there and interesting), the tracks blend a bit but the D.I.Y. production is very clear and aides the band's acoustical vibe. They've already got a short stack of vinyl and other tapes out, so start playing catch up with where it all began...
My fave Italian band, new or old! Sent to me by Jan/AGx back then, gifted to him via the group, it's a nicely home engineered and powerfully...but not tunefully...performed re-record of the band's classic '83 discore material (with a new singer who rabidly screams not unlike Rattus' Annikki). I was greatly disappointed with their "comeback" CD, but this recording and the psychotic vocal enhancement is D.I.Y. excellence! I don't believe this was marketed or even given away to the public, so there was no cover or even basic track listing that I'm aware of (it's pretty much do-overs of tracks from the two EPs). I'd ripped and upped this years before, but reminding you lot about the best music is just what I do...
The Basque analog to Chemotherapy (half of the members later formed Ruido De Rabia, who were stunningly sloppy in their own legend). Pre-grind noisecore and reductionist '77 slower jams, mature in ideology and extreme ideas of attack...but incompetently, really incompetently performed. In a Shyamalan twist, many of the songs still seduce the listener in memorability, intellectual display, or erosional blasting speed. At the very least they had great ideas that just far exceeded their already terrible playing ability. 82 songs on the CD alone, with a bonus I tossed in of a soundboard live set from R.D.R.'s '87 thrashcore days (not on their own CD collection either!).
A 21st century band that actually sounded like they came out of the U.K. in '82 (and they weren't a Bristol chaos clone). Skanky hi-hats, heavy chorus on guitars, amateurish but good production, and...well, typical plain lyrics that still charmed me instead of making me yawn to death (sometimes you just catch an extra sliver of vibe with a band and deeply appreciate it). As the title suggests, these are the complete recordings, with the LP remaining unreleased on wax because "the songs were too fast". Too much glue on that very poor life decision Bog Peeps!
This EP's fuckin' magic dude. Chris taped me the session about the time the vinyl trickled out, and being the music-otaku I am, the very next letter back to him I tripped for a physical copy. I got it...unexpectedly signed by Chris and Larry...and very soon after it attained retroactive KBD glory. It's straight punk (no pop), living room as shit, obsessed with alien conspiracy theories, mid-fi, and flawlessly fun beginning to end. The end. Even The Authorities cover is tight. No amount of jaw jackin' will convince you, just download a beam-up to their addictive dimension!
If Monty Python was a thrashcore band. A little cross-genre and a lotta stupid, Doctor And The Crippens didn't exactly get to play Warped Tour, but if they did set those stages on fire it would have been from their Gwarish live theatrics (firecrackers in vegetables was one of many antics) as much as their highly characteristic hooks and sharp performance. Juvenile instead of anti-PC, topics included body parts in freezers, slugs, sentient washing machines, and just being so fucking British that the piss-taking is measured in dekaliters. This is a rip of the Boss Tuneage CD, which acted as a complete discography of the group's first few years, containing the debut LP, Peel Session, demos, and live.