
Entirely self-explanatory...
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Founding wave dis/fastcore starring members of Mob 47 and Filthy Christians. The project's first session mostly cloned and quartered the length of Mob 47's preexisting sound, but it was on the following year's jam where they completely rebooted themselves into full on blastbeat hardcore (outpacing even Asocial's debut in metronomic precision!). Per's interview was conducted probably around December of '99, and adorned with fake manga art because I've always loved being a cheeky bastard. Fave trax: Tumstock (7"), Bengt E Sankt (demo).
Are you proud? Are you STRAIGHT? Are you so American you shit the Pentagon? Even if you're none of these things, I still think you'll be down for Crippled Youth's ultra clean and simplistic hardcore. Literal kids when they formed (comically noticeable in the vocals and naive lyrics), the band belted out this tightly performed EP before changing their name to Bold...and utterly boring many of us with the records that followed. Whether you X up your fists or X out your eyes, the 7" at least is a tasty lil' platter whose energy has been known to possess many a subscene punk with TOTAL. SONIC. U-N-I-T-Y!!!
God-tier Italian deathbient, envisioned by the enigmatic Paolo Beltram, and released by Atrax Morgue / Slaughter Productions founder Marco Corbelli. The mix, even the vibe, is excruciatingly clear and bright, almost like a Boards Of Canada for satanists. It's warped, twisted, and definitely disturbing, but follows a more airy path than the blunt darkness of say, Archon Satani or MZ.412. Prodigiously conceived and recorded, who would ever imagine such intense transdimensional channeling would ever be so pristinely captured on...A FUCKING 4-TRACK?!?!
Earliest 90's grind/death fusion! Vaguely analogous to Suffocation, but with decidedly shorter songs...mostly around 90 seconds or WAY less...and a bullish preference for consistently chaotic tempos instead of chugs and slams. Well, there's a little chug, a little slam, but believe me their blastbeats come so frequently you'll be reminded more of Terrorizer than Monstrosity. Thick mid-fi studio recording on both releases, with a sharper overarching tone to the demo. They closed their career with a full length CD (which I don't own, otherwise it'd be included here) where they upped the production game an order of magnitude without neutering the nuclear devastation of their style. Yet another demigod who's never been officially unearthed and reissued. Like America's emperor always says: SAD!
"If Swans loved jazz."
Japan's most confusing alt-drone heroes pull tranny moves once again by recording...a NOISECORE LP?! The band didn't indulge themselves in that exacting form of sonic torture just to maintain hipster equilibrium, the end product is actually more art than science, with a great deal of thought put into the zero dynamics and incompetent solos. Feedback assassination (the only hint to their "usual" sound) does introduce or overlap a few of the tracks, but only as an adjunct to songs that otherwise sound like a lost Tranquilizer jam. The Decibel crowd seems to really hate this particular release. If that alone isn't the best enticer, than you obviously prefer music that's been microbrewed and barcoded.
Nazisploitation, bondage snuff, a TOPY ethos, and John Zewizz...aka...EDGELORD RAPTURE!
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...