Sunday, December 27, 2009

Wormrot (Singapore) - DEMO (2007)

wormrot logo

1. Propagrinda
2. Condemnation
3. Bombastard
4. Raging Bullshit
5. Wall of Shit
6. Freedom to Act
7. Violate the Dead
8. Mass Disruption
9. Evolved Into Obliteration (Insect Warfare)
Total playing time 7:31

A Wormrot demo of variable yet integral quality with an all-around fat greasy big chainsaw sound. Right off the bat they glow as this harsh, tight, ace grind band doing an Insect Warfare cover for the closer. I generally find the likeness to IW more apparent here than on Abuse, especially in particularities like the vocal stylings (for example, listen to Condemnation). Pretty sure that there's that bass(ist) that they used to have on this one seeing as guitars do not usually sound like rowdy space mammoths communicating unless Justin Broadrick did a cameo.

Not as dynamically destructive as their debut. Still good.

Uploaded Into (Mediafire)

Trivia and debunking, courtesy of gentle(wo)manly anonymous(es):

"nope, no bass. they never had one. as far as i know, the only bassist in the initial band line up didnt even last for 1 session. arif and rasyid split from them right at the get go."

"yea. rasyid's guitar was a 3 stringer with the 1st-3rd strings taken out on an epiphone (evident in their indonesian tour pictures), using a thicker gauge, 0.54 E string. his reason for the 3-stringed guitar: "i sucked at guitar.""

Thursday, December 24, 2009

Wormrot (Singapore) - Abuse (2009)

Because we better jump on the fucking grindwagon (yeah, really), I'll grace the vast interplains with another one of those pseudo-reviews of mine.

Wormrot's debut, fittingly titled "Abuse", abuses the shit out of your ea... Ah, fuck it. Listen, everything that all those other guys already said is more-or-less true. Most notable is Fitri's drumming, who's obviously something like Bruce Lee's and Chuck Norris' unbearably manly child. I tell you, right off the first track you're caught in a tom-storm yelling "Jesus Christ he's gonna kill somebody if this doesn't stop soon why is he so angry I can't even bleeeaaaarghhhhh..." Now, the rest of the band - Rasyid and Arif - had to do a pretty tough job considering the grand drumming, and they absolutely did not disappoint. There is no bass, yet the guitar roars as heavily as Teddy D. Roosevelt's animated corpse that somehow does not slouch nor smudge its dance-moves but swings the axe gracefully flowing with blastbeats like foam gushing from its wave while the yelps, screams, growls all vibrate rhythmically through lyrically unforgiving Engrish swearing at politics and the corporate machinery one grind song at a time. And, while calling them the Singaporean Insect Warfare has already become a gimmick, Wormrot is just more old-school. This does not equate to being sloppy; rather, there is a punk edge to Wormrot that Insect Warfare - according to the universal laws of Discordance Axis - gave up for a considerably more austere approach. However, what both bands provide is pure fucking relentless grindcore. It's the unmistakable grating riff & furious screaming over a snare-blast producing this extremity of feeling, music on the edge of music, a sound denying nihilism completely and utterly, grindcore, you are ballet for the angry prole, a ballerina caught on fire spinning endlessly, you are Camus' clearest thought, Sisyphus enraged headbutting the colossal existential boulder till his skull cracks open and a bloody flower blooms proclaiming the ultimate blastbeat form!

Grindcore IS love (Mediafire)

No weltschmerz, only zorn.

P.S. CD released on Scrotum Jus Records in Singapore and Relapse for the US, while the LP is on TVG Records, Germany.

Saturday, December 19, 2009

Insect Warfare (USA) - World Extermination (2007)

I guess they lost the battle, like we all eventually do, but no one will ever forget Insect Warfare. At war with grindcore, they paved their way through brick, metal, scenesters & false grind. Thankfully, Insect Warfare never had a penchant for subtleties. When World Extermination came out, the World's heartbeat sped-up a little, owing to the master-blastbeatery present. That sort of intense, relentlessly fast chugga chugga is a rare find, even in grindcore. And hey, I heard they sucked many an ass on this recent UK tour, but I dunno, we're all insects, perhaps they should have canceled the whole deal. Other than that, who here doesn't love Insect Warfare and what the fuck is wrong with you? I hope this question stays fanboy angst-ridden rhetoric, if such a thing may be allowed to exist.

Support Internet Era Alienation. (Mediafire)

This is my second birthday post on Cephalochromoscope (first one), and one of those grind albums whose greatness echoes all over the world, but especially in Singapore, I hear. Get this one at 625 Thrash, naturally. I forgot all about the blog's first birthday, but meh, next time. Time, like good grind, is scary fast shit, man. So, what else... Well, nothing relevant, but you know what? Some Insect Warfare lyrics would make a damn fine gangsta rap album.

"you know where to find me, are you too scared? i've got guns and their aiming for you. i came to fight, but you dont got no balls. i know what you did and i want your blood."
- Paranoia

Sunday, December 13, 2009

The Atomic Bomb Audition (USA) - Light Will Remain (2008)

1. Tracing the Ecliptic 01:26
2. Copernicus: apogee 05:09
3. Copernicus: perigee 13:55
4. The Fifth Wizard 01:24
5. We Speak to the Revelator 08:21
6. You Are the Sun & the Moon 01:39
7. Reseda: books of blood 19:55
Total playing time 50:23

Copernicus takes-off like an aural demolition ball going ballistic on a discordant axis, shrugging off the stardust, oceans spat out sparkly slick, peeling off the atmosphere, crust, grind, lithosphere, asthenosphere, mesosphere, till the heart of the jam throbs eerily but securely on its own, concluding a central sun in every macrocosm, a cometproof (dis)structure. Past the metronomic thump right off a Gothenburg melodic metal of death motif, there's a constant psychedelic rock 'n' roll beat beating my head in asking why, why I never saw the pendulum swing 'twixt Pink Floyd and maudlin of the Well. Fly on Little Wing & let no orbit hold ya, goddamnit.

The album remains free in any format one could think of, sweet, lovely ogg included. Get your download or buy the diskette for six bucks at the band's site over here.

Released 13 August 2008
Alee: guitars, vocals
Brian: drums, vocals
Jason: bass, vocals, organ
Norman: electronics, vocals, engineering
- with guests -
Shayna Dunkelman: vibes, timpani
Erika Pipkin: vocals

Produced by The Atomic Bomb Audition
Recorded January - June 2008
Engineered by The Norman Conquest and Leif Shackelford
Mastered by Leif Shackelford
Album art by Brian

Thursday, November 19, 2009

Some lumberjack fronted Isis in the smoke o' Dälek

Isis, Dälek, and Transitional played in Teatar &TD, Zagreb, Croatia this Monday. I went with a friend. At 14:15 we boarded a bus, rode to the highway, jumped over a fence, hitched a ride, and come 16:00 we were in Zagreb. As we empirically found out, the tickets were already sold out everywhere except at the venue's cash desk. Before the gig started, all five hundred and fifty were gone and you could see, hear, and feel people with desperate mad eyes looking to buy one. Lucky for us, we came early, no problem, beer and schnaps.

Transitional had a big, tsunami sound, one on guitars / vocals, one on bass, and the lone drummer-in-a-laptop. I only heard the last three songs, though, but I did like it. Heavy heavy stuff, clear enough, a bit monotonous.

Dälek was a two-piece this time, too. The Oktopus on the laptop, drinking wine, the MC rapping with sunglasses. It's not like he could see the audience anyway; see, they filled the venue with smoke. You literally couldn't see shit. Other than that, Dälek had an awesome wall of sound, and the sound was fine. None of the acts talked about anything in-between songs, which made for a pretty merciless aural experience. (Hey, I do like when bands talk. I guess I might even be in the minority.) I believe that most of their set was off Absence - fine - more than fine - very much so - with me. I remember hip-hop with enough respect, in smoke curtains.

When Isis got up, I wondered where Aaron Turner was. Turns out, he transformed into a lumberjack, big beard, wild hair, checked red shirt and all. Minor sound problems at the start, all handled as soon as possible, proceeding into clarity and hugeness. Nothing was heard pre-Oceanic. And boy, their setlist sure was a pile of steaming shit. The evening was theirs in the end anyway, but you know... I mean, they didn't even play The Beginning and the End. What? Yes. No way! Seriously, I'm absolutely positive. How could that have happened? What were they thinking? Aaron Turner, I'll forgive you this time, but only 'cause you played your guitar with a screwdriver.

Post-Altered Course, we disappeared in green smoke spirals.

Wednesday, November 18, 2009

The Anal Treatment XXX-Perience (Greece) - Inhuman Anal Exploration (2009)

Total playing time 37:13

The Anal Treatment XXX-Perience went to extremities, musically, and, well, in all other ways, too. The subject is not at all my thing, but fuck me if I'm gonna censor anything. Then again, if repulsion came to be, I guess ATXXX accomplished what they wanted. Here's something that I can appreciate, though:

"Artistic brutality reflect the total abjection and stupidity of this world... fuck trends, fuck tags, fuck you!"

Our four Greek antiheroes in ATXXX play noisy, fuzzed-out, old-school grindcore of the gory groove kind. The emphasis is on brutality, rather than speed. There's some of their stuff in this post already. Ghoulish, drop-tuned guitars sounding like the very farts of Satan, swarming distortion, cymbals clipping all over the place. You're trapped in a septic tank, man. You're drowning in shit while zombies perform bukkake at ya. The stuff reeks so bad, I can't escape vulgarities in the description. Miasmic grind.

Download (Rapidshare)
Download (Mediafire)

Released by Deathmutt Records, a Malaysian DIY label, limited to 400 copies. Recorded, mixed, and mastered by ATXXX at their home studio. The artwork was done by ATXXX too.

Saturday, November 7, 2009

Iron Lung (USA) - Comedy Hour Live (2002)

iron lung comedy hour live

1. Only Death
2. Untitled
3. Nails
4. Untitled
5. Bonesaw
6. Untitled
7. Modified For Arm Abduction
8. Untitled
9. Storage Unit
10. Untitled
11. Iron Lung
12. Untitled
13. Arc Lamp
14. Untitled
15. Cervical Laser
16. Untitled
17. Chest Assessment
18. Untitled
19. Placement Six
20. Untitled
Total playing time 19:01

The incredible Iron Lung stand-up comedy act! Most of the tape consists of comical bandmember & audience talk (this constitutes all the tracks tagged with "untitled"), briefly interrupted here and there by a fluffy blast of surgical powerviolence. If you thought about getting this one, forget about it. Limited to 100 copies, interesting and/or fucking awesome book-sort-of thing packaging, I hear. Recorded at a gig at Burnt Ramen Studios, Richmond CA, October of 2001. Released 2002, Enterruption Records.

NO BASS. (Mediafire)

That's right.

Wednesday, November 4, 2009

Discordless (Romania) - 148 Light Years (2009)

Discordless is a Romanian no-genre project. They put out 148 Light Years on the Asiluum label quite recently, the second release after their debut EP, five years ago. Alongside the regular, physical CD, they also decided to make it available for free over the internet (like, a metaphysical CD?), hence this post, stemming aaaaall the way from my electronic inbox. It was described to me as "...a collective effort of Marius Costache (noise), Ana Roman (piano), Costin Chioreanu (guitar), Jeno Havelaar (noise), and Razvan Raduta (drums). Produced, mixed and mastered by Marius Costache."

This album is a 148 light year-long journey through space, but I'm not sure to where, or why. Perhaps you're only drifting, 'cause you sure as hell don't know where you're going (well, I don't). Although it is, uh, a bit of an impossibility, somehow, your fragile body is propelled in-and-out of some obscure celestial body's orbit by sound and sound only. But look! There's a planet shaped like a piano. There's a bear eating a banana. There's a Jon Chang singing the Sailor Moon theme song. Yeah, there's a whole lot of weird shit in general. And I'd like to say that you saw a huge ^_^-shaped crater on some faraway rock, but it just didn't happen. To be honest, I think it's all in your head. You're swimming between stars, listening to this stuff, and there's no pressure except the heavy Discordless atmosphere. I mean, how the fuck are you even alive, in space?

Discordless Axis (Direct)

I must say, the artwork fits very nicely.

"The artwork was painted using mixed-media techniques by prolific artist Costin Chioreanu of Twilight13Media who also makes a guest appearance on this record as a guitar player."

Saturday, October 31, 2009

Sex Machineguns (Japan) - Ignition (2002)

1. Bousou Rock 05:02
2. Hoojirozame No Higeki 04:05
3. Kengai Na Watashi 04:17
4. Sokoni, Anata ga... 05:22
5. Siren 04:28
6. Spice 04:16
7. Akuma No Keshin 05:13
8. Nichiyoubi 04:07
9. Gyakufuu 04:31
10. Natu Demo Samui 03:50
11. Yajuu Ni Naritai 05:05
12. Sashimi To Wasabi 05:15
13. Yonaoshi GOOD VIBRATION 03:44
Total playing time 59:15

One with love for all you satanic wrong-doers in make-up. KICKASS HEAVY META-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-L for the little Japanese schoolgirl in each and every one of us that just wants to scream "KYAAAAAAAaaaaa!!!"

"Apparently the Sex Machineguns named their band after the Sex Pistols, implying that machineguns are more radical and faster than pistols."

... Excellent.

Trick or HEAVY FUCKING METAL. (Mediafire)

Tonight I will celebrate with a pikachu hat on my head. That's how awesome I am, really. And sometimes, I hang a Hello Kitty keychain on my guitar for a relentless grind jam. It's just so... empowering.

Friday, October 30, 2009

Cellgraft (USA) - Revenge (2009)

1. Rotting In Defecation
2. Anal Abscess
3. Revenge
4. Intestinal Collapse
Total playing time 01:54

Apparently, those Cellgraft guys put up more free stuff. However, this is their "very old material, worth a listen if you like Carcass, Repulsion, or any old school death metal influenced grindcore." Yup, definitely worth a listen, no matter how short it might be (under 2min, actually). After looking at the songtitles, I humbly decided that the lyrics don't interest me too much on this one.

Same sound, all good. (Mediafire)

Wednesday, October 28, 2009

Bad Actor (USA) - Portrait of Finality (2009)

1. The Kracken of Normandy
2. Sinister Smoke and Smolder
3. Through the Blue
4. A Man of Ideas
5. Shaking Hands Through Doorways
6. Searching for Serenity
7. Oleg
8. As Meredith Explodes
9. Triangular Room
10. Ralos
Total playing time 32:47

I got an email featuring Bad Actor's LP as my - get this - "reward for supporting heavy metal." Am I missing something?

They're a five-piece from Orlando, FL. They enjoy krakens, leviathans in general, and long walks on the beach. Oh and Mastodon. There's really not too much of the old slåådge here. Instead, the Bad Actors amalgamate several styles into a consistent mold of metals. Thing looks kinda weird, yet refuses to fall apart, its seams mended each and every time by melodic Baroness-reminiscent jerk-offs. And I mean that in a nice way. + For once, there are lyrics on their myspace, too. Mastodon and Baroness fans definitely ought do check it out, I say.

I met an Oleg recently. (Mediafire)

By the way, how many bands are there in Florida?

Monday, October 26, 2009

Cellgraft (USA) - Cellgraft (2009)

1. Fabrication
2. Devolved Through Dependency
3. Blind Exchange
4. Corrupted Imagery
5. Construct Isolation
6. Eugenics
7. Sick With Rage
8. Reality Of Hell
9. Forced Tradition
10. Life Torcher
11. Soil
12. Erosion
13. Molded Clay
Total playing time 07:12

Get this gulf coast name-dropping trio. Hey, I guess it's like Tampa's Insect Warfare, with an Assücking edge, which means that it's a sharpened, or, uh - to put it realistically - blunted version. Punk rock, man. This one's a tape, only 300 copies I believe, but the guys put it up for free in any case. Didn't even hit me up with an email, which means that I found a free release all on my own for once. Though, you're free to go ahead and hit them up for one of them tapes.

No lyrics with the download, though. Good stuff anyway.

Still on fire, baby. (Mediafire)

P.S. For those who sent me mails in the last few months: in case you're wondering (or have already given up on me - I scratch my balls in your honor), I will, indeed, post those submitted things in my inbox.

Tuesday, October 6, 2009

John Coltrane (USA) - Ascension (1965)

As a listening mind, you'd think God was dead and Coltrane is - at best - also dead thus ascending in a flurry of failed resurrections, maugre all those silent angelic balls of light in badly rendered Hollywood shitstorms. You'd think that he finally found his cartridges empty in some muddy pit following the stench of a drunkard - God or not, by then it was all the same - so I chose to follow his (foot/blue)prints in a way deemed societally wrong. And I have found an unchristian god with no capitals teeming with emptiness in everything which is why I'm a sidewinding idiot all the time. I'd have eaten static right off the screen had I heard comprehensive music, some familiar love song, cheap and loveless, but you can't hear shit in the middle of the woods. And later, you can't see shit. He found that he was biologically predetermined not to hear or see. Not destined, predetermined. He was not destined to do anything, so he was destined to do everything in contra-predetermined cathartic postdetermination for a non-annihilationist destiny where the day was still beautiful as described by Andrew Hill, who had no doubt seen an ascension or ascended himself. What he's trying to say is: realize what you know before it's too late.

1. Ascension (Edition II) 40:58
2. Ascension (Edition I) 38:30
Total playing time 1:19:28

John Coltrane - tenor saxophone
Pharoah Sanders - tenor saxophone
Archie Shepp - tenor saxophone
Freddie Hubbard - trumpet
Dewey Johnson - trumpet
Marion Brown - alto saxophone
John Tchicai - alto saxophone
McCoy Tyner - piano
Art Davis - upright bass
Jimmy Garrison - upright bass
Elvin Jones - drums

I'm as witty as an asscension. (link none)

Most people went ahead and compared it to Ornette Coleman's Free Jazz, but if we all followed each other then we'd just end up running in circles. Here's a map - directions on how to ascend - that someone awesome put on wikipedia:

Edition II
1. (Opening Ensemble)
2. Coltrane solo (3:10-5:48)
3. (Ensemble)
4. Johnson solo (7:45-9:30)
5. (Ensemble)
6. Sanders solo (11:55-14:25)
7. (Ensemble)
8. Hubbard solo (15:40-17:40)
9. (Ensemble)
10. Tchicai solo (18:50-20:00)
11. (Ensemble)
12. Shepp solo (21:10-24:10)
13. (Ensemble)
14. Brown solo (25:10-27:16)
15. (Ensemble)
16. Tyner solo (29:55-33:26)
17. Davis, Garrison duet (33:26-35:50)
18. (Concluding Ensemble)

Edition I
1. (opening ensemble)
2. Coltrane solo
3. Johnson solo
4. Sanders solo
5. Hubbard solo
6. Shepp solo
7. Tchicai solo
8. Brown solo
9. Tyner solo
10. Davis, Garrison duet
11. Jones solo
12. (concluding ensemble)


Tuesday, September 15, 2009

John Coltrane (USA) - A Love Supreme (1965)

They call this one the one. Coltrane comes pretty close to the title - you know, it's as much as we could ask of any man / woman. Even that asshole Bono likes it, but for god's sake don't let it put you off. Coltrane's prayer levitates in-between God's giant and smaller steps and the unquestionable unknown chaos that had spiraled downward from the heavens into his prophetic fingers and mad lips. It is the vinyl spinning 'twixt his buttcheeks, the most beautiful excrement propelled by a raging flush through the toilette that is the global human consciousness.

I tore pages out of the New Testament and slapped a sticker of Paul Gascoigne on the front-cover. I got drunk and I tore those pages and I let them rain all over and around me like a flock of gulls on their cloudy-blue deathbed 'cause I saw myself in Coltrane sullenly circle-spreading petals of his withered hopes when nothing came back except rain.

01. Pt. 1: Acknowledgment 7:42
02. Pt. 2: Resolution 7:18
03. Pt. 3: Pursuance 10:41
04. Pt. 4: Psalm 7:02
Total playing time 32:43

John Coltrane – tenor sax, vocals
Jimmy Garrison – double bass
Elvin Jones – drums
McCoy Tyner – piano

Ow! (Mediafire)

Sometimes you just gotta divide by zero, man.

Saturday, September 5, 2009

John Coltrane (USA) - Impressions (1963)

Impressionist music, this jazz, sure. I can tell because I see all the nervous, unhappy brushstrokes and composition such as to make one unable to understand which way to listen, from where, what angle, how to position one's ears that grow older and wiser with every note anyway. It's like walking a long long walk, when you have loads of time to think and you inspect the environment thoroughly. At one point all the ground is obviously blue and there are patches of grass on the clouds. At another point you're the blue thing and below you are the deepest depths of the sea of you. Memories afloat as we reflect in images - some we are proud of, some we shun and they eat us up inside. Just like that, madly impressed he gives it his all, but John is still blue after the rain. Maybe some memory-tree he couldn't bring himself to cut down, growing in the middle of the room.

One day he climbs that tree, finds himself lying all tar-stained on the roof, watching the sun go up and down, losing it in-between. 'Cause hey, there are certainties which will never cease to amaze, leaving an everlasting impression of awe.

01. India 14:11
02. Up 'Gainst The Wall 3:17
03. Impressions 14:57
04. After The Rain 4:26
Total playing time 36:51

John Coltrane
Eric Dolphy
McCoy Tyner
Jimmy Garrison
Elvin Jones
Reggie Workman
Roy Haynes

Let me tell you something-

John Coltrane is Claude Monet. (check the comments out)

At 6AM I was sitting in the tenement hallway playing with a big fat cat. How awesome is that? It's a solid-shape communist era building, but let me tell you something else; I don't hear any army choirs lately, for the times they are a-changin'. For better or worse, who knows, but I hear those two go hand in hand.

Tuesday, September 1, 2009

John Coltrane (USA) - Coltrane (1962)

Listen to Tunji. How do you describe that shit? I mean, how do you describe the atmosphere? I'll tell you how - goddamn cyberpunk, Blade Runner or something, 6 years before Dick wrote the first one off his drug-crazed mind, 20 years before Scott screened his best movie ever, 22 years before Neuromancer mindfucked sci-fi like a giant mecha fucking up the unhappy contra-cultural rollercoaster hurtin' for a soulmate, 32 years before the unmistakable Global Communication seventy-six-minutes-fourteen-seconds-long imagist scene straight back from the Kenji Kawai soundtrack riddled future (and, well, past), 41 years after Zamyatin spat out the truth about We all mad on maths and love and the insanely beautiful combination of the two (fuck you Huxley, and fuck even you, Orwell; fuck you), a goddamn 93 years after Dostoyevsky cried out for sweet Jesus and killed sweet Jesus in existential futility. I'm saying that Coltrane was the prophet at the top of the skyscraper, man. He dreamt of dystopian landscapes and megastructural industry and Africa in smoke spirals from the old Earth-heart of darkness Yeats could never even imagine.

01. Out of this World (Harold Arlen / Johnny Mercer) 14:05
02. Soul Eyes (Mal Waldron) 5:26
03. The Inch Worm (Frank Loesser) 6:18
04. Tunji (John Coltrane) 6:35
05. Miles' Mode (John Coltrane) 7:34
06. Big Nick (John Coltrane) 4:07
07. Up 'Gainst the Wall (John Coltrane) 3:13
Total playing time 47:18

John Coltrane (Tenor and Soprano Saxophone)
McCoy Tyner (Piano)
Jimmy Garrison (Double Bass)
Elvin Jones (Drums)

She's a replicant, isn't she? (320kbps, Mediafire) / no link as of 3/8/11, DMCA and whatever the fuck

This is one of my favorites. Recorded in 1962, Impulse release, it was before the man went mad and had yet to make some of that absolutely wonderful chaos. I want to do a Trane Train. Anybody interested?

Wednesday, August 19, 2009

NOISM (Japan) - Brutality and Complexity DEMO (2000)

1. Deaf and Deafer (2000) 04:05
2. Those who insist on the relativity of values are self-contradictory (2000) 03:34
3. P (2000) 04:00
4. Utsu [Depression] (1999) 01:40
5. Sou [Mania] (1999) 01:09
Total playing time 14:31

Well, the title says it all. To cut the story short, NOISM is a Japanese (although I believe one of 'em's in the US now) cybergrind (two-man) band with but one goal in mind, that is, creating the most brutal music imaginable through extreme technicality. I also posted Brutal Autonomy back in July, 2008 (click for more general info).

I'll just go right ahead and say it: the one and only NOISM demo starts with a discernible riff. What? No way! Yup, and the tracks also features vocals (growlowlowl). All in all, it's like an extremely fast brutal death metal band, and it IS where NOISM comes from, after all. That said, it's nowhere near as fast or just far-out awesome as Brutal Autonomy or ± (first full-length, released on Crucial Blast 2008). Fans will probably enjoy checking out the stuff, anyway.

Media [Fire]

Made popular on soulseek, man.

Friday, August 14, 2009

Buried at Sea (USA) - She Lived for Others but Died for Us 12" EP (2004)

1. She Lived for Others but Died for Us 11:26
2. White Nigger (Eyehategod cover) 05:02
Total playing time 16:28

I'll just leave this sludge here.

If you think it's going slow anyway, listen to this, man. Sharing a member with Minsk, BVRIED AT SEA know their slow shit. Vocals buried in feedback and distortion, "She Lived for Others but Died For Us" is perhaps nowhere near as oppressive as a pissed-off Corrupted, but it's a huge, monolithically dark thing. It's when you face a giant squid, alone, 3 miles below sea level (quoth GridLink, just so I could throw in a grind reference here). Truth is, I'm feeling uninspired so let me tell you a story about naked Frenchmen and whatnot. Last Sunday I was at an awesome, naturally punk as fuck gig at a basement. Two bands from France played, creating a great night of grind and powerviolence. Long story short, I ended up on a beach at 3AM with five drunk naked Frenchmen. One of them thrashed about the water with his penis while shouting "Shark! Shark!!" They made me take pictures too. "What the fuck does that have to do with Buried at Sea?" you might ask. Well, we were at a beach, dude. Also, I was stoned.

Here's what merlot_brougham at MA says about the artwork and, well, why vinyl will always be appreciated:
"I got the scoop on the cover art from a band member at Emissions from the Monolith. Apparently, one of the gentlemen in the picture is another band member’s great grandfather (the guy on the right I think). The picture was taken while he and the others in the picture were in medical school at the turn of the century. They are dissecting a body for anatomy study and the table the corpse lies on has painted or carved on it “She lived for others but died for us.” Since this is a tintype the picture is rendered in an eerie black and silver that makes the scene itself even more eerie. The artwork is printed on thick paper and it and the album come in a high quality plastic sleeve. This is an ideal argument for why vinyl will always be better; if this picture were scaled down at all it would lose the impact completely, as well as the etching."

They pressed on vinyl but we downloaded the MP3s. (Mediafire)

"Come on
Baby don't you wanna go
Back to that same old place
Sweet home Chicago"

Tuesday, August 11, 2009

Corrupted (Japan) - Live (20th - 21st century)

Have a load of awesome, almost official Corrupted live recordings.

1995 - Live at Shinjuku Loft, Tokyo, Japan
Recorded 04-29-1995 at the Shinjuku Loft, a popular venue in Kabuki-Cho, Tokyo. The tracks are untitled. Part of the Loft Project, the place opened in 1976. It has two stages that can fit 500 or so people.
ダウンロード01 (Mediafire)

1997 - Live at WFMU, New Jersey, USA
Recorded 10-02-1997 at the WFMU station in East Orange, NJ. WFMU is a (as they call it) hype-free non-commercial radio station funded by an annual on-air fundraising marathon. Their first air date goes back to 1958. The Corrupted show was recorded in East Orange, but the station moved to Jersey City in August 1998.
ダウンロード02 (Mediafire)

1997 - Live at KFJC, California, USA
Can't say I know the exact date. Recorded sometimes in 1997 at KFJC, a cool station housing three studios in California, funded "mostly by listener contributions, with some support from local business." It's old too, starting in 1959.
ダウンロード03 (Mediafire)

Dooming in Californiaie.

2003 - Live at 20,000v, Tokyo Japan
Recorded 03-24-2003 at 20,000v, a venue located in a basement in Koenji, Tokyo. Apparently a great place for hardcore punk, it shares the building with another venue called GEAR. Just one big 66min long track, here.
ダウンロード04 (Mediafire)

2005 - Live at Fandango, Kyoto, Japan
Recorded 09-24-2005 at Fandango, Kyoto. Get it at Lo-Res Viscera, read about it at Condensed Fresh.

2008 - Live with Asunder at KFJC, California, USA
Recorded 11-07-2008, once again at KFJC, but this time with Asunder. Dear god. My man Brutalex told me about the collaboration. Supposedly, the bands plan to release their own mix of the broadcast. For now, get it at Behind the Redwood Curtain, or Lucid Media perhaps.

Wednesday, August 5, 2009

Sawchuk (USA) - Summer Demo (2009)

1. It Comes
2. Rust Belt Pride
3. Old Friend
4. Uncertainty
5. Stand and Fight
Total playing time 10:08

Submitted by Matt.

Sure, the HxC might stand for hockey, but it's all good as long as there's enthusiasm, I say. Although the whole gang decisively shouts words in your face, Michigan's Sawchuk like their hardcore raw and old-school - no tough guy breakdown bullshit. Think Have Heart and all that. So if that's your kind of deal, better do Matt and the rest of the band a favor and have a listen. Lyrics are included in the zip file which is a seriously great thing for a change. Here's their myspace, too.

Down Load Pride (Mediafire)

"I saw an old friend today
Memories swarmed my senses
Like all good things no longer meaningful
It faded away

Divergent paths on the road of life
Did he move ahead?
Or did I fall behind?"


Friday, July 31, 2009

Drunk in a swimming pool with Municipal Waste

Last Tuesday I set out to Kranj, Slovenia for a Municipal Waste, Ratos De Porao, No Limits, Negligence, Thraw gig. Afterward I was gonna go ahead and hitchhike over Austria, Germany, Belgium, and France to London, England, which I did, only, I was one day late for either the Supersonic festival or the Corrupted gig in London. But to be honest, I didn't even care, although I really would have loved seeing Corrupted.

Copyright Paranoid-zine.

So I got to Kranj by mid-afternoon, talked to some random metalheads from the south of Slovenia and opened the floodgates on the dam of Alcohol. We searched for the venue called Bazen, meaning "swimming pool" 'cause it is, in fact, a leftover swimming pool from communist Yugoslavia (it's technically 10cm too small or something like that, rendering it useless for meant use). Those guys bought me pizza and stuff and it was fun. When the bands had started we mostly proceeded with the intoxication, peeking inside the pool every once in a while. By the time Municipal Waste got on stage (AKA the shallow part of the swimming pool), I was so drunk I'd have sworn that it was the best gig ever. And just so you know, it was pretty awesome, really. A wonderful, wonderfully loud flurry of noise and beer thrash metal party. Some bearded guy, a Municipal Waste roadie I guess, gave me whiskey in a big plastic viking horn. We talked about how hammered he was ("Man, I'm so hammered.") and Municipal Waste or something when he said "there's the drummer right there" and pointed behind me. I slowly turned, wetting my pants, and rather than Witte, I saw some other random guy. "Thass the drummer." "No it isn't." "Just checking." Ahaha, the ass! At about 5AM, I woke up on a patch of grass in front of the venue, then proceeded to Austria, thoroughly surprised by a lack of hangover which did hit me later like the Hammer of the Gods (also managed getting sunburnt [AKA burnt by the sun]).

The (rest of the) trip to Calais, France was long and excellent and fascinating. I thought about writing up the whole thing, but I decided that it was just too awesome for words.

Friday, July 17, 2009

the Dreadful Eardrum Assault & Zmajevdah (Canada & Croatia) - Split (2009)

the Dreadful Eardrum Assault a.k.a. Teizoku Komaku Bohkoh
1. Baby Beet Blues 01:15
2. Bottled Blues 02:22
3. Boardman Blues 02:28
4. Jazzmaster Murakami 01:10
5. Arclite Shock Cannon 01:31
6. Automaton 00:56
7. Blues for Bureaucracy (Post Ingram) 02:21
8. Protostructure (Pre Megastructure) 00:44
Total playing time 12:47

There's a person playing a saxophone in these files, voraciously blowing and convulsing on the floor, just behind the screams of rusty tubes and endless dusty spins of some classic jazz record. I don't know the truth behind it all and I will never see a completely clear image, but it's like a guy called Jack - or maybe Jesus - but definitely from the past; dressed in and defined by dirty blue denim overalls sitting somewhere along the banks of the Mississippi wailing into a telephone receiver mic. Now, you might, I think, ask "What's in it for me? WHAT'S IN IT FOR ME? FOR ME. FOR ME." Love's in it man and if you haven't grasped that yet you need to grow up. It's a wondrous thing, goddamnit. Sometimes I wonder if this noise is only here for our own development rather than an actual limb of feeling, yet I fully understand that it doesn't take much to make a stamp of our time, a point in the chronology of man, an honest journal of our souls, 'cause we're men, in a way. Truth is, I can't ever feel inhuman because we can do this any time we want; write and send a letter.

A few years ago, I wouldn't have known what to think. Now, I am fully aware of passive warfare. As in, not doing absolutely everything, and why. In fact, I lost my cellphone tonight, but I found it later, in the dark, on the beach, and I am happy, not because I have found it, but for reasons that I will not disclose. I'd rather discharge those reasons, but I've no more power, like my wretched cellphone.

A few years in the future, all I'll know is that we had grown together rather than apart, for some reason, with feeling. The more curves you make, the harder it gets to see straight, and you can only walk a straight line when there ain't no heartbeat.

Harsh curves. Too many stars in the sky to look at. How do you choose?

I'd have written it straight if I knew how, or what, and why. The dreadful thing about the Dreadful Eardrum Assault is the way it crawls through your ear canal, like a seductive Billie Holiday love song, only, deliberately malevolent. It's either that or your ears get crushed to bits by a bit crusher. Smell the stench.

My downloads will have directories. (Mediafire, 320kbps MP3)

Direct download link at the smellthestench netlabel, No. 470.

Deep Wound & Siege

Well this is kinda a history post and also records everyone should already own. I was gonna make a long post with lots of "funny" and "totally witty" comments but i just rode my BMX like 25 miles so I'm fucking worn out as your grandmas vagina.... sorry that was rude. Does anyone even watch all that shit I link? As seen in my glorious profile, that Dead Bang i just link as "BMX" a few lines ago, is one my favorite BMX movies of all time. MOTHERFUCKING EPIC, BITCHES.

Anyway, this is a two-fer post. You hear me?!! I SAID its a motherfucking TWO-FER. Two-fer one! Like R.Kelly I like 'em double up.

This is the Deep Wound Ep and the Siege demo. Trivia note: I'm sure you collectors know, but these were also bootlegged as a split. Some people say this is the beginning of grindcore, particularly USA grind. As you can tell by the dates of the releases this shit came out a few years before ND's "scum", although DRI already had releases that are just as fast if not faster as these. Anyway with bands like these and Repulsion etc etc its the beginning of people using drum sounds which were before only played by crackers like Buddy Rich. Yes, i'm talking about the "blast beat". Side note: Animal was tearing shit up until Buddy busted out with the hypergrind and blew that motherfuckers face off.

Some hardcore bands like Adrenalin OD and Jerry's Kids etc also used a drumming style that approached a blast beat, but more of a just all over the place stuttering and fills style, which still rules and is some my favorite hardcore drumming ever. If you don't have anything by those bands I suggest you get it, or I'll upload some shit some time. Remember all this stuff, and the stuff I mentioned was 1981 up till around 1984..

Ok, here we go..

Siege were from Boston. They broke up a long time ago but they also reunited for a minute with shitface Seth from AxCx doing vocals. This is their demo "Drop Dead" and yes that is where the fucking awesome band "Drop Dead" got their name from. Sorry, it wasn't from the stellar hollywood blockbuster "Drop Dead Fred" with homeboy from "The Young Ones" in it.

Lots of people have said this is like proto-grind and even Napalm site it as a huge influence. You decide. These dudes never recorded much, this demo and a few comp tracks. I uploaded the 7 inch rip, but it sounds like absolute shit, so I did the cd one but I noticed I was missing a track for some reason...... so instead, in the spirit of piracy, I STOLE a link rather than reupload it. Whatever. This is the cd version that also has the three comp tracks from the classic "Cleanse the Bacteria" compilation. It's on like a pot of neck-bone.


From wiki because I SUCK.

"Deep Wound was a hardcore punk band formed in 1982 in Westfield, MA. They released one self-titled 7" and contributed two songs to the compilation LP, "Bands That Could Be God" both of which are sought after by fans and record collectors alike."

Of note is the fact that this raging band features Lou Barlow and J. Mascis, not exactly the first two names that come to mind when you think of raging hardcore. In fact when I think of J. Mascis I think of a turtle. Or maybe a mole. I heard the new Dinosaur Jr album is good. I don't have it, but I plan to steal it soon.

Now, as with Siege, a lot of people will say this is some of the first grindcore stuff. You decide! Either way both these records fucking rule. Don't sleep!


Thursday, July 16, 2009

Tsubo, Rotten Vagina 69, The Anal Treatment XXX-perience, Discolony (Italy, Indonesia, Greece, Indonesia) - Grindcore Bullshit 4-Way Split (2009)

02/barbara esecuzione
Rotten Vagina 69
06/in grind we porn
07/ejakulasi gila
08/i hate her
10/lokalisasi prostitusi
11/memex busux rusax
12/merindukan mati tanpa dosa
13/passion blood and bose
14/setan selangkangan
15/siap saji siap dinikmati
The Anal Treatment XXX-perience
16/invading the virgin anus
17/rectal ptomatophagy
19/pro-sperma geusis malakia
21/severe kreatopathia
22/raped by hyenas
23/this is my grind
24/grind up your mind
25/scream saturday
26/eksekusi mati
27/one more question
28/fuck emotion i will

Submitted by kreas.

He says:
"'Grindcore Bullshit' is a 4-way split CD, released last February through a Malesian underground-as-fuck-d.i.y label called "Deathmutt records". It contains promo (that means previously released demo or promo tracks) material of 4 bands and these are: Tsubo (Italy), Rotten Vagina 69 (Indonesia), The Anal Treatment XXX-perience (Greece) & Discolony (Indonesia)"

Tsubo likes death metal, Rotten Vagina 69 likes double-bass, The Anal Treatment XXX-perience is fast and noisy, and Discolony DOES NOT play d-beat. The soundtrack to a man, drunk, vomiting toward the sky. Obscure intercontinental grindcore split releases will always have a place on Cephalochromoscope, even if I'm not too keen on porn in my music (or in general, for that matter). The split was released back in February on the Malaysian Deathmutt Records.

Love and kisses (Rapidshare)

Kreas also says:


Monday, July 13, 2009

Lightning Bolt & Forcefield (USA) - Split 7" (1997)

Lightning Bolt & Forcefield split 7"

In all honesty, I always knew that my dreams were pretty damn awesome (that one with Forest Whitaker boring through the apartment wall with a shotgun I nominate for the best dream ever. Yes, I'm not joking. I actually dreamed that exact thing.), often involving barren, dystopian landscapes, or dark damp narrow labyrinthine steam pipe streets overabundant with killer androids just falling from the skies and all that cyberpunk jazz straight out of Blade Runner. But I dare you to listen to last night's masterpiece. Just listen.

So I was at this large relatively dilapidating punk-as-fuck building for the most part used as a warehouse, merely hanging out with some other persons. At one point we noticed a pair of brutish cops closing in to our chosen area of hangout with that classic swagger of theirs. Our good moods naturally ruffled, taking into careful consideration various factors such as - most importantly and quite simply put - being in the near-proximity of the local harbor's neutral border zone in the wrong hours. We decided to momentarily split with the promise of reuniting shortly after the cowboys' otherworldly disinterest in stuff-in-general makes them vanish too. In a hurry, some girl fiddled around her purse, whereupon she took out a silver cigarette case, all clean and shiny and all-around neat-looking. Then, she opened the pretty thing, and I was handed a joint. Thing is, I'm not even too big on the respective plant in question, but this was just - in lack of better words - special. We all walked away, myself into some empty streets in the back. Without a care in the world I lit the joint and sucked like an expensive vacuum cleaner. The long thin thing then, I kid you not, inflated to absolutely monstrous proportions. It was fucking huge. It was like twenty cubans transmuted into a green supercigar. And let me tell you, I mean, as far as I can trust my dreams, it was totally ★awesome★. Shortly thereafter, lollipop still in hand, I reached a garage where I heard a particularly loud band rehearsal, and I thought, "Hey, that's Lightning Bolt!"

"Lightning Bolt VS Carl Winslow."

So there. Music heard in dreams better be worth posting, I say. This is an out of print 7" split released in 1997 on Load Records. Both bands formed by Knights of the Ungeometrically Shaped Table at Fort Thunder, Providence, Rhode Island. They toured together and stuff. The Repopulation Program comp aside, this is the first Lightning Bolt release ever.

Rainbows are wonderful, indeed. (Mediafire)

Saturday, July 11, 2009

Dusk (USA) - mourning... resurrect (2002)

1. Envision the Terror 03:59
2. Element of Symmetry 04:32
3. Begotten Interlude 04:09
4. Dreamscape 03:14
5. Consigned to Oblivion 05:42
6. Mourning Shadow 05:04
7. ...Majestic Thou In Ruin 08:03
8. Paled 07:54
9. Thy Bitter Woe 09:08
10. The Transfiguration (And It Was So) 07:55
11. Yearning for Eternity 05:13
Total playing time 01:04:53



FALLS (Mediafire)

Something's majorly fucked up in Wisconsin 'cause Dusk is the best thing since diSEMBOWELMENT. I mean, if you don't gaze out the window in terror when you hear "BLACK. RAIN. FAAALLS," you're just inhuman, man, a fucking psychopath who should be removed from society. Dusk is very much essential death-doom, and this release, collecting most of their shit sans the split with Aphotic, features some of the heaviest death metal ever put to a non-Hellchild album. Music to drown to.

Friday, July 10, 2009

...Of Death-demo (TEXAS)

Well, the cool thing about this post is that this CD has no cover. So I ain't gotta scan sheeeeeeeit, bitches! In fact it was a cd-r, with the band name written in magic marker, handed to me at a show probably 9 years ago. Im thinking they didn't make very many of these demo's, I don't know.

...Of Death were a grindcore band from the DFW region if I remember but maybe it was Denton. Anyway good luck finding info about these dudes. I don't know if they put out anything, but I'm thinking there is a 7 inch out there. If you know then please post the info. EDIT- well, since i gave it a listen and on their "jam session" track they shout out rep's to "funkytown" aka Ft.Worth so I guess that settles that little mystery. I originally hail from Ft.Worth, in fact I was born in Haltom aka the land time forgot or aka the shittiest place on the face of the Earth. Then again, I never have to go there ever ever again, since all my family is dead. AWESOME!

About the vocals......yes, that singer was indeed a male. I can verify that by the fact I saw his penis. In fact I've seen all the bands peni. So did everyone else. See, these dudes liked to play their grindcore "au naturel" aka "buck fucking naked". I remember seeing them play with Page 99 (pg99) here in austin on a rooftop way back when, which was a bad ass show and both bands tore it up. PCP roadblock form Richmond Va played too if i remember right, but maybe that was a different show. I don't recall, well.. this was "back in the day" and by "back in the day" I mean I was drinking whiskey and doing cocaine, anything less would be uncivilized, so you have to excuse me. Maybe you can refresh my memory?

Ok, about the band, if you like Discordance Axis, Melt Bananna or the high pitch guy in No Less you'll love this band. The singer pretty much sounds as high pitched as any male can possibly be... at pretty much all times. Its like a small child being uh whats it like...hmmm.. I don't know, something that is painful. Maybe a child getting his nutts smashed in a vice or hit with a hammer. Something like that. Musically it sounds like grindcore. You know, sometimes its slow and heavy, and sometimes it blasts non-stop and has lots of riffs. Throw in a few 90's style mid-tempo hardcore parts and you got yourself a demo! If you like 90's style grind and power-violence then you'll like this.

Also by "grindcore" I'm referring to grindcore as the musical style played by punk rockers and hardcore kids, not the style played by guys that look like they just walked out of hot-topic or a video shoot for the shittiest band in the world.


Thursday, July 9, 2009

9 Shocks Terror- Zen and The art of Beating Your Ass (both versions)

What's up citizens of Earth, ok well I decided to scan the covers for this cd. This might not be for everyone, but if you like it you'll love it. 9shocks are members of h-100's and also Gordon Solie Motherfuckers among other bands. Now, if you know those names you know those bands "fame" was built around their insane live shows where shit gets blown up and destroyed. 9shocks is no different, but they still put out some good records. This one is my favorite. To put it simply 9shocks plays what is colloquially refered to as "raging fucking hardcore".

Now, the reason I say "both versions" is because the cd, which is on Havoc records, is totally remastered and also contains Mobile Terror Unit" 7" (1999), the split 7" with the Killers (1999), the split 7" with Devoid of Faith (1997), the "Earth Wind and the Sheik Throwing Fire" 7" (1997), and various compilation tracks. I like the og LP version better since its way more raw, so i included the rip from the original vinyl version too. Now because im too cheap to "go pro" you get to download two, yes folk you heard me right, thats TWO for the price of ONE!

All the CD booklet scans are included in the file.

Choice cuts are "Not a Fucking Anthem", "Attack with a Gasmask" and "Razorwire".