Tuesday, April 24, 2018

DBOY - Prove Your Love; Live in Belem (2018)

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There is a rock'n'roll renaissance gestating in the canals of Welland - the centre of the universe, as stated in point #2 of the DBOY 13-point manifesto - and the legion is DBOY so help me god. The manifesto further states in its final point; DBOY is here and now. So get down on your knees and prove yur love to the dominion of sonic oblivion baby!

'Live in Belem' is DBOY's first offering on the sacrificial altar of rock and roll and it's the first step towards ending sonic austerity, the second step is the same as the third and the third is the same as the fourth; DBOY write rock and roll, because rock and roll is what matters. Nothing else matters. 'Live in Belem' is a real fake live album, maybe meaning, it was really recorded live using fake equipment... These details aren't pertinent to the album, all that matters is this; DBOY are a three-piece band and they will remain anonymous. DBOY speak through their rock, and pass on their message through President of the official DBOY Scout Order, Kirill Kutchokokov.

'Live in Belem' is only 24 minutes long, but that's exactly as long as it needs to be; the average human brain can only digest this much rock and roll before it starts to sound like RUSH. This sounds nothing like that. Imagine early Turbonegro had the swagger of CPC Gangbangs with the simple approach to filth and sleaze as The Spits mixed with the raw power of The Stooges... all recorded by that dude in the legendary German band Scooter. It's a three-headed rock and roll lake monster wearing gimp masks, brandishing a guitar that sounds like Muddy Watters got shittered, a raunchy bass tone that's filthier than a pigeon stoop and drums as smooth and sexy as making sweet luv on a waterbed... A sound that is unapologetically Welland.

I got in touch with manager Kirill Kutchokokov and asked him to give me a handful of words about DBOY. His response;

"DBOY is only focused on two things; Sounding cool, and looking cooler. People ask 'what does DBOY mean?' Have they forgotten that the real question is 'What does DBOY mean to you?' or 'why do you deny yourself real sonic and aesthetic pleasure any longer?' Knowing means nothing. DBOY is feeling. DBOY is pleasure through power, and power is sexual, be it sonic or otherwise... What does it mean? Who Cares? Where is it from? Who knows? All that matters is that DBOY is here and now. Enjoy."

I stand in the camp that firmly believes that you only need to hear DBOY to love DBOY and all other deniers are liars until proven guilty and out their fuckin' skull. Lay down and suck him. I'll lick your  little honey twat... little honey pussy.

With open arms from the centre of the darkest hole... DBOY is yours.
Положите и сосите его. Я вылизаю твою медную киску ... маленькую медную киску.

PROVE YOUR L<3VE (band camp)
13-point Manifesto


Monday, April 23, 2018

Milk Music - Mystic 100's (2017)

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"And you can smoke a mystic 100 with him..."are the last words that can be heard piercing through the reverb laden downward spiral of the intro song, sounding muddy and discordant as all hell, Coxen's vocals howling on like weird recounts from a bad trip... It's weird that this track flows into the second track 'Twists & Turns & Headtrips' because even through sheer contrast and complimentary juxtaposition it sounds like two different songs from two different albums from two different bands especially when the second song is jerked to start out of a sample of game show clapping... It's really weird and it shouldn't work. But it does. And I like it.

I only bring all that up to point out one thing. I have been almost completely bored with most music lately, in particular new music coming out this year. Continuously listening through Mystic 100's has been a temporary anecdote to my sonic banality. It's one of those rabbit hole listens, where the ending is nowhere close to the start, everything is wonky and your perspective hangs by a thread.

Milk Music are special. Not like special olympics special but unique special. Their musical cloth is woven from many threads; Weaving in late 60's psych rock, post-punk drone, a grimy edge from side alley punk and an undeniable ooze of catchy pop hooks. Sometimes sounding poignant and nostalgic like early Replacements or Royal Headache and non-sensical and punchy like Destruction Unit or early Pissed Jeans.

I don't know what it's all about and I like it.

Mystic 100's (bandcamp)

Sunday, April 22, 2018

Cindy Lee - Act of Tenderness (2018)

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Haunting. Forlorn. Beautiful. Cindy Lee's musical landscape has always been all of these things, a sonic network woven from a wrenching guitar tone, a bleak synth backdrop and an atmosphere soaking heavily in its own folly, stewing in its sadness, marinating in a maddening pond of dismal thoughts and past hurts. This is what it feels like, mostly. There is always this undeniable undertone of warmth and something comforting about it all though, like any good artist or any good fatalist, it's up to the author to conjure up a feeling of hope, even if it's wishful thinking. Nobody likes a total Nihilist.

Act of Tenderness is just that, tender, but it's also everything above and everything below the heart, sitting in the gut and living in the hippocampus. You didn't even know it was there until now, as you sip from your black coffee you realize that. Look at me now, one moment I was listening to Moonknight's Ligeia feeling absolutely nothing in-particular and now only two songs in on this album I'm my most primordial and pensive self. Form your own opinion and stop caring about what other people think, anyway.

Take a listen.

Act of Tenderness

Also definitely listening to her 2017 release, Malenkost. It's grim as black metal and soft as cashmere.

Monday, April 16, 2018

JC Satàn- Centaur Desire (2018)

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Man, just listen to the song Erika one time. Just once. Through the onset of the fuzz cathedral intro it dips into a psychedelic fetichism lead by a Yellow Submarine THC fuzed pop hook chorus into perfectly recorded drums - You haven't heard toms sound that good since System of A Down released Toxicity - and you're just a fucking want stain if you can't get 6-inches deep into that guitar solo halfway through the song. It has everything. Everything you need and don't need. If you're anything like me, you're just happy to have another thing to overplay. The time has come for each and every one of you to decide, whether you are going to be a part of the problem, or a part of the solution.

Centaur Desire (bandcamp)

Sunday, April 15, 2018

Carcinoma // Abyssal - Apanthropinization (2018) [Split]

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I've only listened to the Abyssal side of this split so far, but that to me is reason enough to post up. The union of death metal and black metal is nothing new but that doesn't really matter here. I can't squeeze any more words out of my dehydrated brain, not that you read these anyway. How doth the little crocodile Improve his shining tail, And pour the waters of the Nile On every golden scale… How cheerfully he seems to grin, How neatly spreads his claws, And welcomes little fishes in, With gently smiling jaws!

Apanthropinization (bandcamp)

Tuesday, April 3, 2018

Whoresnation - Mephitism (2018)

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Has Mumakil split the sheets? Because if they have Whoresnation is their replacement. Mephitism is a straight shooter of a grind album. Its one earthly purpose is to plow ferociously through twenty tracks quicker than a toothless one night stand. It's a real gummy ride. This isn't a rodeo of forward-thinking grind, but it's doing well what grind is all about; Fast music for stupid people. I'll throw this thing on and easily increase my rep count by ten, bud. 

Mephitism (bandcamp)

Sunday, April 1, 2018

Leechfeast - Neon Crosses (2018)

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Leechfeast has submerged from the infinite fen in the form of glacially paced Neon Crosses, which came out via the venerable and forever slow and crushing Dry Cough Records on March 30, 2018, and it would be an exercise in stupidity to not give this 40-minute beast of burdenous doom your complete and unequivocal primitive attention. It moves like old people fuck, slowly and monotonously, think the plodding of Bismuth with the filth of Meth Drinker. So long as concepts like acid-throwing and cutting your jeans to expose the knees is around, we should be pissed.

Neon Crosses (bandcamp)