Showing posts with label Hardcore. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Hardcore. Show all posts

Thursday, June 25, 2015

Superjoint Ritual - The Introvert


0:21 mark.

As Pantera, one of the biggest metal bands of the 90's started having some internal issues following a cancelled European tour at the end of 2001, Phillip H. Anselmo returned to several of his numerous side projects, Down and a band that he had formed in 1993 with Joe Fazzio, Jimmy Bower and Kevin Bond, Superjoint Ritual. Billed as a hardcore band, which was supposed to take the listener back to the days of early Agnostic Front and Slayer, Use Once and Destroy was released in 2002, although the bulk of the material is culled from the bands 1995 and 1997 demos.

From minute one, SJR developed a reputation for their live shows, but not the kind you might expect from an Anselmo fronted vehicle. The vocalist became notorious for stopping the show because the crowd was not "going off" sufficiently. Either the pit wasn't wild enough or there weren't enough stage divers or crowd surfers or all of the above. Anselmo would stop mid song and proclaim that if that was all you got, they were going to pack it in. In addition to pausing mid song to incite further moshing, he would also call out anyone in the back who happened to have their arms crossed or wasn't into it, calling their heterosexuality into question. It is unknown if Phil's threats were tongue in cheek or serious, but to my knowledge the band never actually left mid set.

SJR toured several times between 2002-2004 including a headlining run with Morbid Angel, Danzig's Blackest of the Black tour and a main stage appearance on Ozzfest, opening for Slayer, Judas Priest and Black Sabbath. After releasing their second record A Lethal Dose of American Hatred, Phil's stage antics seemed more and more drug addled which was even more apparent during interviews. In 2004 during a show at New York's famous CBGB's club, he seemed to altogether forget whole verses in some songs. This was later explained by Phil as a side effect of the large amount of pain medication he was taking prior to having an operation on his spine in 2005.

Regardless of the drugs or antagonistic banter, the music speaks for itself. Hard as nails riffs that slam back and fourth between fast thrash riffs and blast beats to neck-breakingly slow sludge riffs and hardcore stomps that leave a trail of crushed skulls in their path. And no matter what can be said about their live set, the recorded material is an aural assault delivered like a continuous curb stomp from a skinhead parade. Phil's attempt at time warping his audience to the depths of a abandoned squat on New York's lower east side circa 1982 was a bit of a miss however, due to their fan base consisting of mostly Pantera faithful. Perhaps a tour with bands who weren't just a who's who of former Pantera tourmates (Morbid Angel, Dez Fafara etc.) might have sparked interest from a more diverse group of people.

The band recently reconvened sans Hank Williams III (scheduling conflicts) and Joe Fazio, and are forging ahead under the moniker Superjoint, presumably for legal reasons. Given Phil's mostly sober state these days (at least no heroin or painkillers), their upcoming tour dates should snap a bunch of necks and chants of SUPERJOINT SUPERJOINT SUPERJOINT will be heard echoing from clubs all over the northeast. 


Thursday, June 4, 2015

Life of Agony - Underground


Riff mark: 1:54



The band name speaks volumes about these Words and Music. Real hurt, real pain, real life domestic families torn to shreds through addictions, psychoses, and suicide, NY’s LOA transcripts the dysfunction of Generation X and a few years beyond in manners too blunt for grunge and too elite for the impending nu-metal explosion; thus, like its intended audience, fitting in nowhere, save the Brooklyn street corners where the group roots to NYHC alongside stylistic brutes Type O Negative (of which their drummer joins and keyboardist produces this album). River Runs Red is a sad diary, each song a page of isolation and rhetorical questioning in the simplest of prose, accompanied by the thickest and most direct rhythm and percussion. Joey Z and Alan Robert’s respective guitar and bass formulate the compounds of heft, never complicating matters much with notes, sticking to the Drop D with very few half-steps to spare: kicked-down Underground riffs too grimy for Metallica’s Black Album.  Keith (Mina) Caputo implores rather than screams the band’s namesake, championing depression through unique wails that find theatrical opera through a Scott Weiland acoustic. A unique likeliness despite its rudimentary building blocks. RRR seeks an outreached arm for a bloodied wrist, fists clenched and beating temples, hatred for all but for self the most.

Friday, May 15, 2015

Power Trip - Conditioned To Death


2:33 mark.

For about 6 years now, this Dallas, TX band has been slugging and kicking, fighting their way up the pile of mid 2000's thrash revival bands. With the release of 2013's Manifest Decimation, they have finally made it to the top of the mountain. Drawing comparisons ranging from Best Wishes era Cro-Mags to the lightning speed riffing of Vio-lence's Eternal Nightmare, Power Trip have left a trail of mosh pit casualties and broken necks in their wake with this record.

The album contains everything you need to make a true juggernaut of a crossover record. They manage to cram enough  mosh parts and divebombs into 30 minutes that even Eddie Sutton or Kurt Brecht would be begging for mercy.

This riff is a straight up punch to the stomach, taking the air directly from your lungs. If the band ever embarked on a stadium tour, you would see nothing but an ocean of hard moshing and spin kicks to the jaw. Cities would begin to boycott the tour due to budget concerns with area emergency rooms and a shortage of ambulance staff to treat the multitude of injuries. Soon Power Trip casts, slings and crutches will be sold at their merch table, not as a gimmick, but out of absolute necessity and genuine humanitarian concern.

Check them out this summer with fucking Foreseen and wear appropriate protective gear.

Stream "Manifest Decimation" on Bandcamp

Monday, April 27, 2015

Most Precious Blood - Shark Ethic


2:02 mark.

My love for this band is born of kind of a strange circumstance. My brother showed me the video for this song and while at the time I wasn't feeling it too much, the hilarious two stepper at the 2:58 mark made for endless jokes and laughter. Several years later, I came into a copy of Our Lady of Annihilation and was floored. I then decided to revisit Merciless and MPB became one of my favorite hardcore bands.

The first minute of the song might give you the impression that you are about to hear a band cover Sisters of Mercy as the choir kicks in, but you are snapped out of that idea with a bucket of cold water as the opening riff sets the tone for the aural assault to come. Singer Rob Fusco's throat shredding delivery evokes immediate feelings of rage and prepares you to charge head first through a cinder block wall when the band takes aim with the featured riff.

Made up of former members of New York hardcore legends Indecision and One King Down, Most Precious Blood possess a flawless discography, and while their activities as a band are currently extremely limited, they are no less focused and intense. Do yourself a favor and check out the recommended listening below.

Monday, March 16, 2015

Stormtroopers of Death - Kill Yourself


1:13 mark.

As I sit here with the sound of Scott Ian's most recent dad rock offering, Motor Sister, reverberating through my ear canal, I am left with that all too familiar feeling that one gets when one of your favorite musicians puts out something truly embarrassing. Granted it could be worse, everyone seems to have forgotten the existence of The Damned Things which featured Mr. Ian and 2 members each from Fall Out Boy and Everytime I Die and sounded like Maylene and The Sons of Disaster.

Rather than subject myself to this drivel, I am reminded of a time when a Scott Ian side project actually broke new ground in metal and hardcore. Recorded on spare studio time during Anthrax' Spreading The Disease sessions, Speak English or Die is a tour de force of crossover thrash genius that happened at just the right time. Released 5 months after D.R.I.'s Dealing With It and 2 months before Corrosion of Conformity's Animosity, the record became a corner stone of the crossover thrash sub-genre that blended the speed of thrash metal with the politically charged lyrics and churning mosh parts of hardcore.

The band also pioneered the less than 10 second song, several years before "You Suffer" was written, their debut record featured 4 tracks shorter than 8 seconds, one of which clocks in at 2 seconds. These tracks are referred to on wikipedia with the ridiculous revisionist history genre name of "blipcore", a term I promise was never used by anyone prior to the widespread usage of the internet by music nerds.

Speak English or Die has sold over a million copies worldwide which not only makes it pretty much the most successful release of its genre, it is also equally impressive considering the offensive lyrics the band employed to piss people off. Misogyny, xenophobia and general toilet humor are the bread and butter on this release, although the band goes to great lengths to assure the public that they are purely satirical.

It's my general opinion that the invention of crossover was the best thing that could have happened to thrash metal in the 80's as it helped stave off stagnation for a few more years and it also helped hardcore by helping to force the 1980-1985 sound which had run its course to move to the side and make way for the youth crew movement of the mid to late 80's.

S.O.D. did not play a lot of shows, as Scott Ian and Charlie Benante were comitted to Anthrax and Dan Lilker to Nuclear Assault. Singer Billy Milano started M.O.D. and carried on in a similar style. Sporadic reunions and releases would continue until 2003 when Milano and Ian's relationship soured and the two decided not to work together anymore. 

Tuesday, March 3, 2015

Stout - Ne Ya E/The Beating


3:01 mark.

When you talk about Baltimore hardcore, there are a few bands that are mentioned as no brainers, such as Gut Instinct who date back to the late 1980's, Next Step Up who dominated the early 90's landscape or Slumlords who brought the scene into the new millenium. 

A name that also needs to be mentioned in the same breath, is Stout. Formed in 1995, the band brings about feelings of absolute terror and physical dominance. While they may have never forced their way into an opening slot of a Vision of Disorder show under threat of violence, tales of singer T.A.D. windmill moshing in the former venue/hall closet that was Hal Daddy's during shows featuring themselves and local death metal slammers Dying Fetus will have you gripping your face with phantom pains.

An imposing figure at 6 foot 100 inches, T.A.D. stalks the stage as though he were a starved grizzly bear eyeing up its next meal. Inciting violence with each breath into the microphone, perfectly complimenting the churning, gargantuan mosh riffs that bring up the rear.

The perfect soundtrack to a brawl, they have released two full length records through UK label, Rucktion Records, home of all that is ignorant and moshworthy on the european continent and a recent EP entitled Tales From The Marked Side on Filled With Hate records, an appropriately titled label for the latest from the masters of hateful hardcore.

Dedicated to Andrew and the guy who said the blog needed more hardcore.

Tuesday, January 27, 2015

Inside Out - Burning Fight


0:00 mark.

If you ever listened to Rage Against The Machine and thought to yourself "Man, Zack de la Rocha is intense, he should have been in a hardcore band", then you wouldn't be far off, because he was. Prior to starting the now legendary hip hop influenced rock band, former Hardstance guitar player Zack de la Rocha formed Inside Out with future 108 mastermind, Vic DiCara in 1988 (while Tom Morello was covering Living Colour and RHCP).

Their lone studio contribution is 1990's No Spiritual Surrender, a 6 song message to the hardcore community that preaches social responsibility and the search for spirituality and adolescent identity. DiCara left the band during the writing of the band's second album (titled Rage Against The Machine, gasp!) to become a Hare Krishna monk and later would form the excellent metallic hardcore band, 108 and play guitar in Shelter with Ray Cappo.

"Burning Fight" is the band's sound embodied, hard riffing from DiCara with the precise hard hitting drums of Chain of Strength's Chris Bratton. de la Rocha's lyrics hammering home the idea that no matter the resistance of individuals or society as a whole to never give up the battle for what's right, a message that he has never ceased to preach his entire career. 

Wednesday, January 21, 2015

Surroundings - Long Highways


1:07 mark.

Everybody has that band they wish would always be around and would stay together forever. Such a thing is such an anomaly in music in general, let alone in hardcore. Surroundings are that band for me. Whether it was seeing them play Charm City Art Space with usual suspects Ruiner and Pulling Teeth or bumming out the Hellcat Records faithful in a strange opening slot for The Unseen, Surroundings were always as tight as ever and a force to be reckoned with.

Whether it was frontman Gavin Tucker pouring out his being into the microphone (or just a lot of sweat, dude was always SOAKED) or the crushing riffs of their twin guitar attack, the band destroyed everything in their path. They had the nastiest and ugliest bass tone this side of Suppression and obviously worshiped His Hero Is Gone and marijuana. If you got in the way of the wall of noise that was Surroundings, you may have in their own words have been "Crippled By The Gospel". Unfortunately even the brightest stars eventually supernova and internal issues caused the band to break up without an official last show.

This band's recorded output has an aging progression like wine, each passing year the records got better and better. From demo to to demise, not a bad track. Several members of Surroundings can be found in the shoegazey pop band, Wildhoney.

PC Deathsquad - Fuck Yourself


0:37 mark.

Sometime in 2005 while trading mp3s back and forth over AIM's get file feature, I stumbled across this song in a folder of random punk songs. It struck me because while the lyrics were goofy, it was extremely raw and felt different.

PC Deathsquad are a group of dudes from San Diego who wanted to combine thrash and hardcore with having a good time and cracking jokes. Enter the Crooked Tooth Pimp, the band's wigtastic hype man who does nothing but rag on frontman John Lockjaw (JLJ, The Icon, etc.). I immediately sent away for their first two full lengths on CD and a t shirt (which 10 years later has seen better days). Between PCDS and Municipal Waste, it was all flip billed hats and jean vests for the foreseeable future.

Over the next two years my friend and I would spin "Downsized/Shit Talking And Mayhem" constantly and I may have quoted CTP and JLJ's back and forth enough that people wanted me dead. Things like informing a friend that he "was loved by no man, and when he played live shows, kids stand around and ask who's the asian snowman?" or that I would "slap the shit out of you like you were Robin Givens". Politically Correct was the antithesis of their shtick and at 19 years old I couldn't have cared less, although it's not like they were One Life Crew or anything.

Despite being a completely independent band, over the course of their career they managed to self release 2 full lengths, 2 EPs, a 7" split with Take Offense, 3 music videos and a DVD. Besides sparking my love for joke bands, they also are directly responsible for getting me into Raw Power and Lawnmower Deth.

Bonus Video: Fuck Metallica

The lyrics managed to completely capture the sum of mine and a lot of other peoples thoughts on the legendary thrash band. At least they could own up to killing Cliff. Must have watched this video hundreds of times and dreamed of a circle pit in a pool.



Friday, December 5, 2014

Weekend Nachos - Dog Torture


0:00 mark  (it's 0:55 seconds, just listen to the whole song)

John Hoffman doesn't think you're fucking cool, so don't bring your dog over here. Dog Torture is Weekend Nacho's classic hardcore PSA about not bringing your dog to hardcore shows. Hard riffs and vocals so pissed, urine will pour from your mouth when you sing along. 

Basically, don't bring your dog to a hardcore show, because it can cause ear damage and no one thinks that's cool. So listen to this and donate to your local animal shelter to keep dogs out of the hands of crust punks who will use them as pack animals to carry 40oz bottles of malt liquor and scabies infested sleeping bags.






Steel Nation - Deliverance of the Devil


1:18 mark.

When I was first getting into hardcore 7 years ago (i.e. more than just metal shows that Hatebreed and Sworn Enemy played on the bill), one of the first current bands I encountered was Steel Nation and their "Soul Swallower" album. It has become one of my favorite hardcore records and this is easily my favorite track.

Vocals screamed with such a raw, throat shredding approach it is quite possible that the reason the singer was dismissed before the next album was because he can no longer speak. Going mute for the sake of screaming about the evils of the world punctuated by larynx crushing YEAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH's, what a way to go.

 The guitar tone is a 300 pound lumberjack starting a chainsaw in preparation to decapitate a co-worker. The drums while not overly complicated, maintain a rhythmic beat not unlike being clubbed to death with a gunny sack full of ball bearings. 

The next record "Forever Wounded" marked a significant change in sound, towards a more metallic hardcore stomp in the vein of All Out War or Merauder. A new song entitled "The Harder They Fall" was released today as a teaser for a new record of the same name, the bands first new material in 5 years.

Bonus riffage!



0:56 mark.

Tuesday, December 2, 2014

Foreseen - Both Sides Lose


1:10 mark.

Helsinki, Finland is not usually considered a hotbed of crossover thrash, but Foreseen are rearranging that landscape rapidly.

Coming from a record that sounds like it was literally assembled from broken Cause For Alarm and Life of Dreams LP's and held together by melted cassette copies of Bonded By Blood, Both Sides Lose is the musical equivalent of the last two soldiers on earth shooting each other simultaneously.

Sporting churning riffs that would incite a circle pit wide enough to change the earth's orbit and divebombs that crash to the ground at the speed of light, this song is a Simo Häyhä bullet right through your eye. 

This is the music that Jeff Hanneman's ghost would listen to while using a power sander to remove the tribal tattoos from Kerry King's head while he sleeps at night.

Wednesday, November 19, 2014

Pegasus - In My Fright


2:04 mark.

Arthur Rizk is a busy man. But when he isn't producing records for Inquisition or Power Trip, he is writing riffs that make you want to curb stomp your dearest friends and relatives.

Most people know him from War Hungry, but he plays in and records with several other bands as well and one of those is Pegasus. Made up mostly of members of Cold World, the band obviously worships the ground A.J. Novello and Leeway walk on. The vocals are a dead give away with their Eddie Sutton influence and the riffs are hard as nails. 

This particular riff is the sound of a butter churn full of human skulls. It is so evil it has come for your soul and virginity at the same time. It is a team of horses dragging your legless body through a minefield. It is a ride down a flight of stairs in a wheelchair. 

Renew your insurance policy and take a listen.


Thursday, November 13, 2014

Seven Sisters of Sleep - Almighty Black Talons


1:36 mark.

The concept of being crushed to death is not the most appealing way one could imagine to die, to be sure. Why you would want to up the ante so to speak is beyond rational thought, but being crushed to death BY A MOUNTAIN OF LOOSE ROCK is what you can expect for the next 3 minutes and 23 seconds.

An endless avalanche of limestone, pouring over your body. Suffocating clouds of dust fill your lungs as your body is constricted ever tighter as the pile grows in size to mammoth proportions. Joints begin to shudder and bones splinter in the vice of earth's grip, your body being slowly returned to its creator.

With a final gasp, the last of the air escapes your contracted lungs and your skull is compacted to dust. Your remaining organs are squeezed out through your neck like a tube of toothpaste and the circle of life is complete.

Listen to Seven Sisters of Sleep/Children of God Split
Listen to Seven Sisters of Sleep - Opium Morals LP