Posting up stuff from Japan again I got to thinking why I've never posted World up, even though people have been leaving comments, sending emails asking for just THAT. You know, somebody probably already posted something like this, somewhere out there in the blogosphere, but if you haven't seen it, this one's for you. And, well, me. That said, no Thanks should be directed at me, because all these rips were dropped off at the comment section of a post that I can't find for the life of me! Might be a bit of a stretch, but hey, d…
right on top of you .karlo, my procrastination is fetal/fatal. if birds could dive we'd probably stay afloat. this one goes to all you dreadheads, swallows, robots, teenage hipsters and badminton players out there! EDIT* edit** working on it. up @ bandcamp
"Grindcore is love," I thought, some seventeen years of age. Life was ambivalent, except for when it came to love. Part of it came out with these recordings, initially meant for a split with Twitch Savant. Yet years go by, you know, maybe nothing even happens, but all of a sudden connections disappear, disintegrate in some strange post-natural air of our skyscraper hell. You might even think, for a while, "Hollow pocket, hollow heart - to slave away my body or my nerves..." Noisy nights. Keep looking. How many blastbeat…
Have you ever realized how well Realized grinds? That cover art might scream Classic! in both senses, but, erm, never judge a book by its cover. Why not? Why yes, pal. If you like your engine greased up a notch by a steady feed of blastbeats, rock'n'roll has come to a conclusion with 21st Century Terminal World. Alright, perhaps not - but we can always pretend! And this we certainly do, as if d-beat was ever a good answer to anything. That bass sure is heavy, um... One toke over the line, sweet Jesus. Guzzle that gas like grandpa …
Grind's not dead! Unlike Insect Warfare . Seems like it was shit well worth hearing, though. What insect were they on about, anyway? I could never figure that one out. Judging by the cover art alone, you'd think it was the Mantis religiosa, but its scythes are hardly crucial to a "death to all life" esthetic (killing hornets?). Must've been the bee. If bees go - we go. Unless you put your trust in an automatized future where we'll have our own lil' robots that'll pollinate instead of bees, as well as cook,…
Tracklist: 1. Self Deconstruction 2. The Anger Which I Wait For 3. Delusion, Confusion and... 4. Superficial 5. Present 6. Hypocrite Total playing time 4min 52sec Self Deconstruction was formed in February, 2010, after Kuzuha "left ... Sete Star Sept" because "many troubles happened in December, 2009." First, he recruited Hiroto for blastbeat duty, and after a while the two of them got Shimano + Kubine as male / female mic assault duo, making for today's line up. "Our music style is FREE STYLE GRIND." Well, it…
Grind is not a contest, pal. Grind is not a job. There is no High Priest of the Blastbeat, no place for flattery, sycophancy. Or at least we thought so - now fast music is for snakes? - until, for example, Magrudergrind established an acceptable prostitution, all by a few alright grind songs (conclusion on account of hypocrisy, nothing else / we're only words here, anyway). Lovely Labels is partly an answer to the question: are we with these guys and their efforts? [Includes "being in it for the music."] Quagmire is one man in…
Magnicide, Noisear. That's the fucking alphabet, there. And it's full-blown grind. Thank Rescued From Life for the realization (and damn , look at that roster: from Unholy Grave to Netjajev Society System). And these might be familiar bands for familiar readers, but we've a lot of catching up to do. If Noisear's dying to live, I'm writing to read. Love me do - I like grind! I LIKE GRIND!! That, and only that is the reason why the Wormrot guys - a year+ ago in Ljubljana - knew (yet couldn't pronounce) Cephalochromoscope…