Braces, bros, and bare nipples...Neu Yawk invented the mash-up!
Early Cheapcore label godhead from Germania, mostly remembered for what are now historical (and essential) EPs by DJ Heaven and Syndicate. Low-bit and spiritually anarchistic, I won't deny it's all "punk as fuck"...in the BEST ways...because none involved self-dumped the entire fucking Sahara on their micropenis sized clits.
"CURSE OF RESONANCE, a compilation I made with a bunch of my Industrial Metal faves, 28 tracks full of insane robotic drum machines, monolithic monotonous riffs, repetitive paranoid samples, and the angriest throats spitting words of negativity and despair. ENJOY!" --JM Dopico
C-O-S-I-G-N-E-D!!! Kyle/Radiation fronted this belligerently apolitical shitblurr outfit who sounded like a tightly welded construct of UK82 and Sore Throat. I think they've forgotten they have a Bandcamp page (or even remember doing the project), but they were such a delight to stumble across that I got a yeet out of Kyle to mirror the tracks here. Just as shitty and blurry and one-off was the Canadian zine "Go Charge", which was a loosely Scotch taped construct of Sockeye, Agathocles, Steveggs, and...I was already preaching to the choir at "Sockeye & Agathocles", wasn't I?
WELL! It seems Portland had noisecore by the boo boo a decade before Frenzy and Suss Law were even squatters in their dad's balls! The band is "tight" like Cyanamid or Nihilistics, but I think the guitar tone was actually a plaything of the cheap stereo it was amped through than a conscious decision to cosplay as Confuse. 6 songs, 8 minutes, no song titles, and the only pathetic proof of the group's existence. Why do I like unremembered mud like this? Why does ANYBODY like unremembered mud like this? I'm fuckin' glad Mahler does, because it's his rip and remaster! Grootste ups jong China!!!
After several years of editing the zine/tape combo-pack "Audio Drudge", creator Jason Mantis officially rebranded himself as "Malignant Records" with this compilation CD themed entirely upon Ebola. Powerfully curated, only darktronic royalty were invited to this petechiae party, with Vromb, Soldnergeist, Lull, and Voice Of Eye expectedly providing the most virulent tracks. Comorbid with this upload are hi-res scans of Audio Drudge, minus issues 1 and 4 (which are bizarrely impossible to find).
Good ol' fashioned discore, as timeless as a bowl of hot porridge at granny's house. Stick was on drums, 2/7ths of Scandinavia were the influences, and the full length section of the disc (which includes their previous EPs) was recorded at "Whitehouse", Ripcord's final studio. Fuck with the EQs enough and you've got Crasher Crust, fuck with the politics enough and you get twatifa. I'll take the band as they were over BOTH those counts...
