After whetting my appetite with the strong Great Britain 7“EP, The London Diehards have delivered a full-length that displays their brute strength in all its boot-kicking glory.
Some people like their punk rock to look a certain way and sound a certain way. That’s fine, don’t waste your time here.
Applying old-school business sense to the modern music market, this EP is available as a free downloadable single of sorts through Eleventh Key to promote Wrath of Typhon’s full-length, Speak from the Fire.
Rather than pigeonhole themselves with boring clichés, Canada’s Brains are more a punk rock band with a rockabilly edge.
Public Disgrace compiles three intense live recordings from a stellar lineup.
On what is perhaps their first “official,” i.e., non-CDr or cassette, release, Viodre have assembled a collage of negativity that is at once disturbing, meditative and demanding, an unapologetic aural assault akin to those nightmares that just won’t let you wake up.
LA’s premiere noise supergroup pick up where Frustration Music left off, continuing the saga of lost, forlorn emotion channeled through electronics and distortion.
This is absolutely one of the most painful slabs of vinyl I’ve ever endured.
Perhaps the best thing about of these songs is how much they could pass for tracks on a Killed By Death comp.
The German Apparat’s entry in !K7’s DJ-Kicks series is a mellower affair than previous offerings, focusing more on sonic textures, atmospheres and patterns than floor-thumping house or techno music.
Sure, there’s nothing really new or original about these two songs, but that doesn’t mean they’re not any good.
Streetwise New York songstress Lani Ford has lain her hard rock band Stark to rest and reemerged with a new sound, a new look and new songs that focus on her quiet side while retaining the intense personality that always shone through her music.
Former members of Shiv created a band that is simultaneously art rock and arena rock, two styles of music shouldn’t work well together, but somehow do.
Fortunately, Kill Everyone was well worth the wait, showing the band evolving even further in their expanded four-piece lineup.
Hopefully, a television producer will hear this and use a song and Korb can make tens of thousands of dollars from it.
With this combination book/CD, Instagon delivers a self-described “noise opera” about the seedy dark underbelly of urbanity.
The Spanish Donkey are a prime example of everything that can be wrong with improvisational music.
Whether, as I was, you’re wary of the dubstep thing, or you’re completely new to the genre and need a good place to start, this compilation is for you.
These songs are downright sleazy blasts of orgiastic frenzy packed with B-movie samples, grinding rhythms and blasphemous lyrics.
Their music could almost be called no wave, as it consists of improvised punk rock explosions and noise, but instead of looking to the past, Ultrabunny are about the present tense, here and now.
Simply put, this is noise at its absolute best and a perfect starting point for anybody who’s been curious about the genre but too afraid to ask.
If you’re out record-hunting and you come across this little ditty, pick it up. It’s well worth a few of the bucks in your pocket.
Well, the cover art is pretty cool. If only the music matched…
For his first digital-only release, head Barbarellatone Robbie Quine presents what is quite possibly his best album to date.
This is powerful music that is as much Damaged-era Black Flag, early Doom and Gauze as it is Gang Green and Jerry’s Kids.
This album may be more a collection of tracks from the past five years than a cohesive unit, but it maintains a consistency that proves CB have no plans to call it quits anytime soon.
Quite honestly, this entire EP sounds like a Bad Company LP being played at 45 rpm, and since I’ve never been much of a fan of Bad Company, I’m not much of a fan of this record.
It’s one thing to use Stereolab as a reference/influence, but to just swipe chord-change for chord-change is simply unforgivable.
Sure it’s a lot of self-indulgent uber-musicianship that seems to glorify dexterity over song-craft at times, but it’s also a lot of fun if you have a sense of humor that allows you to appreciate cheesy music like Emerson, Lake & Palmer.
London Diehards are more what you’d expect from a skinhead oi punk band. The songs are solid, catchy and melodic, with tough British vocals and football chant choruses.
This French self-titled debut blends elements of house music, old techno and classic disco with an overall italo feel to produce engaging, intelligent electronic dance music that goes beyond the typical 4/4 club banality.
Featuring Kelly Halliburton – drummer of the post-*Dead Moon* Pierced Arrows – on bass and original Poison Idea drummer, Dean Johnson, this is a powerful blast of rock’n‘roll fury that few bands are actually capable of achieving.
An inverted Kraftwerk, the classically trained trio of Daniel Brandt, Jan Brauer and Paul Frick compose music that is at once avant-garde classical and thumping club music.
To say that Ami Dang’s music is indescribable would be an understatement.
Never known to be predictable, +DOG+ follow their antisocial masterpiece, Bliss, with a less harsh, but extremely misanthropic album.
Sure it has all the hallmarks of a ’90s-ish noise rock classic, but for the most part, it reminded me of an unlikely combination of Karp and post-In on the Killtaker Fugazi.
Moving away from the blues-based Rolling Stones influence and more into the ’60s girl pop sound, Italy’s Miss Chain and company have managed to craft an album that is as contemporary as it is retro.
Boston’s By The Throat play that good old hardcore, the kind that had that manic beat that drove you nuts, but was melodic enough to stick in your head after the song was over.
We Creeling is quite possibly the best true psychedelic album recorded since maybe 1972.
While not completely, thoroughly engaging, this compilation gives an interesting glimpse into the indie electronic underground of today.
It’s a gnarly bit of New Zealand hardcore that’s a bit like having four crazy bums jump you on an empty subway while scream non sequiturs in your face.
Quite frankly, Bilal is a brilliant, ambitious work that is as much a work of art as the paintings that grace the cover and inserts.
If you’re needing more instrumental funk in your life, this 19-song ten-year retrospective is a perfect place to begin.
There’s something to the music of Romania’s Negura Bunget that’s captivating, fascinating and unique in a way that most run-of-the-mill black metal bands can’t pull off.
Last Rape from Texas and the UK’s Pollutive Static join forces to unleash their individual wall-of-static sounds on ears that appreciate pain.
This fifth full-length release shows the musickal magicians constantly refining their sound, but staying true to the original ideas behind the band.
Love Earth Music celebrates its 50th release with DOG‘s best and ugliest album.
Confessions… finds head honcho Robbie Quine in a whimsical, dreamy mood delivering a psychedelic pop masterpiece that explores the outer regions of head music.
Jazz trumpeter Elliott Caine propels his music forward with passion, grace and that certain charm that seemed to disappear at the end of the ’60s when things went either “out there” or the fusion route.
It’s the kind of punk rock that makes you want to get extremely drunk and act like an idiot, and I love every second of it.
Strong Oi! with more of a hard rock bent, i.e., a strong Rose Tattoo influence among the football chants and bar chords.
This collection of songs from LA’s first DIY punk label is almost more of a “Best of…” documenting classics from LA’s original vibrant punk rock scene.
If you like your punk rock to sound like it came out of England circa 1979, then this is for you.
Basically, it’s two Texan bands playing alternative rock that’s heavily rooted in the ’90s.
These would be excellent songs to sing to a first-born child at bedtime.
Vatican City is known more for pope hats than garage rock, though where better to get your rock’n‘roll than from the most (arguably) influential city on the planet?
Sun in the Satellite take a more subtle approach to heady music, as opposed to the bombastic wall-of-sound that you usually get.
If you’re into heavy oi street punk, this is a slab of vinyl you won’t want to miss.
Neorev embodies the epitome of what electronic dance music should be.
Flight of the Solstice Queens is an album so refreshingly diverse, it’ll leave you scratching your head wondering if it’s the same person.
Mulatu Steps Ahead is an album of East African mystery, Latin influences and a mix of Afrobeat and highlife.
At times the sounds are beautiful, but there’s an underlying sinister element to it all.
I want to flail ludicrously around the room in much the same way that The Fall make me wiggle all willy-nilly like I’m on an episode of Yo Gabba Gabba or something.
Fueled By Zen is four songs of ’70s-influenced stoner rock, very heavy on the Black Sabbath.
Surf Narcs is a sexy swirl of glam, new wave and roots punk, with that necessary bit of surf to keep us dressed in our bathing suits while a chorus line of drag queens dances around us.
DoTV’s debut album is a rollicking foray into the hard rock of forty years ago, when just about everything on the rock stations was “stoner” rock.
It’s the instrumental tracks that stand out here, displaying what Otto Kinzel is truly capable of without the obstacle of bad singing to get in the way.
Songs About Fucking Steve Albini is like a complete deconstruction of dance music to its extraneous elements, like the beats that propel the music have been removed, leaving only the strange sounds and effects that garnish the track as the main focus.
Hostile Cell’s music is pop-metal aimed at chart-topping, and as such, is as bland as they come.
Phantom Glue’s songs are low-end onslaughts of rage and aggression with a homeless lunatic shouting the vocals so loud and in your face that you can almost smell the booze and crack wafting from his breath.
Drunkdriver’s eponymous final release is the soundtrack to being mugged by a guy who doesn’t need the money – rather he revels in the misery it causes.
Rather than being a mere side-project of three veterans of the Los Angeles underground noise scene, DDDD has its own sonic style that establishes the group as a separate entity.
Totem Two would be the perfect soundtrack for a sex magic ceremony that ends in sacrifice and cannibalism.
Where most punk bands these days fall flat on their faces in cliches and poor musicianship, MCT happily drive over them in an out-of-control Mac truck heading downhill.
Excellent songs prove that there is more under Hewhocannotbenamed’s mask than the cartoon character he portrays with THE DWARVES.
Acid Mothers Temple continually release challenging music that is striking in its originality and integrity.
After a four year break, Jay has returned with his best laundry list of ridiculous ways to kill him the last 50WTKM offering.
My series on Middle Eastern black metal continues with a look at Cyprus.
My series on Middle Eastern black metal continues with a look at Egypt.
My series on Middle Eastern black metal continues with a look at Bahrain.
My series on Middle Eastern black metal continues with a look at Saudi Arabia.
My series on Middle Eastern black metal continues with a look at the United Arab Emirates.
My series on Middle Eastern black metal continues with a look at Oman.
My series on Middle Eastern black metal continues with a look at Jordan.
My series on Middle Eastern black metal continues with a look at Syria.
I continue my series on Middle Eastern black metal with a look at three Lebanese bands.
I continue my series on Middle Eastern black metal with three Isreali bands.
I begin my series on Middle Eastern black metal with three bands from Iran.
The final part of my interview with Chris Ashford.
Part 3 of my interview with Chris Ashford.
Part 2 of my interview with Chris Ashford.
LA’s first DIY label creator offers his opinions on digital music and the current state of the music industry.
Frontman/bassist Michael W. Dean has made Bomb’s rarest recordings available for free from Bomb’s official website.
Joe Stumble’s Last Days of Man on Earth blog contains some real treasures while retaining a respect for the artists and their music.
After 18 years, I’ve finally found the album that changed my concept of music forever.
The Nuggets of punk rock is better than ever in its expanded online format.
Shadowrun is a gritty, cyberpunk epic, while Starflight is an otherworldy space opera.
A science fiction radio show from the 1950’s remains as fascinating as it must have been when it first aired.
Part Two of an interview with the internet metal mogul.