Noise-A-Go-Go

So this one has stuck with me for a while and I get a huge grin on my face every time I pop the fucker in. With tracks like Cock Rock Incineration and Horrendously Anal-drilled, It's the type of album that'll make the right party get its dance on. So good makes you want to kill the cock rock greedy hog.

Gore Beyond Necropsy

Holly Hunt

South Florida's humidity, hot weather, and constant traffic can have adverse affects on one's psyche and lead to a nagging case of lethargy. Some, on the other hand, seem to thrive in this environment despite it's ongoing right-winged ethos and conformity that keeps a portion of our community isolated from not only itself but from the rest of the country as well. So when we get something right, it usually comes out of nowhere; rolled up into a blob of fervor, passion, ire, and a fuck you attitude that the rest of the spoiled country should envy. Such is the case with the intense duo known as Holly Hunt.

Amplifier worshiping at its finest, reminiscent of bands such as Earth and the Melvins but experimenting and transcending auditory frequencies into a definite realm of their own. Having seen them evolve in their short existence has been an absolute pleasure for me as a fan, musician, and fellow friend of this two-piece ensemble of sinusoidal wave manipulation. Since they are in the process of recording, I can only provide early recordings of the band. To quote the late great Biggie, " if you don't know, now you know."

Knife-Fight Rock

A few months back, I attended a local garage rock show at Miami's Temple of Music and Mecca of all things smelly and drunk going by the name of Churchill's; A staple in the music community now in its 30's. I was speaking to the band in an after-party and mentioned my man-crush on Link Wray and the travesty that continues to this day by not having him in the rock and roll hall of fame. Link Wray was the first man to purposefully use distortion in his music along with the beloved power chord. The first person to use distortion happens to be none-other than Ike Turner, in Rocket 88, when he used an amplifier that had been "damaged" by rain. Link Wray would punch holes into his speakers to create his sound.

Rumble is a highlight track of Wray's that makes the listener want to fight, fuck, and drink all at the same time. Please do yourself a favor and join the Link Wray legion of crassitude.

Listen below and you won't have an option but to do so. By the way, this man was missing a lung but the vocals do nothing but display the pillars by which rock and roll became a genre of memetic disobedience.

Joe Yamanaka R.I.P.

Frontman for Japan's ominous psych monsters known as Flower Travellin' Band, Akira Joe Yamanaka, died at the age of 64 due to lung cancer. Another rock legend passes on. If you've no clue about Flower Travellin' Band and Joe's work with them, a good start would be Satori. Incredibly heavy psychedelic music, reminding many who are exposed to it for the first time of Japan's response to Led Zeppelin. I keep showing my respects late but it's better late than never and that's what I get for living on North America's cock shaft.

Thanks to PUKESKYWALKER for putting this up. Go!

King Dude

Putting all the comparisons and influences aside, King dude is a haunting one man doom folk project from Seattle, Washington. So before you decide to write this off because of the DIJ comparisons, well, shame on you. His recordings are a fine example of how simplicity can most times lead to sincerity. You can find his stuff on Clan Destine Records. Below, are two of my favorite songs written by the King, dude...

Aiwass

New Noise Project I'm working on. Splitting Frontal lobes...

R.I.P. Conrad Schnitzler

Better late than never to give my respects to a music Pioneer of such magnitude as that of Conrad Schnitzler; Founder of the legendary Kluster and former member of Tangerine Dream. A musical pioneer like this dies and it takes me 4 days to find out. A piece of shit drug addict like Amy Winehouse croaks and I have to take the bombardment of news through every nook and cranny. The world is a sick place. R.I.P. Mr Schnitzler.