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Burn, Berlin, Burn!
This Atari Teenage Riot double LP comp titled, Burn, Berlin, Burn! was my first introduction into the bat-shit-crazy world of breakbeat hardcore. It’s a fever-inducing, riotous collage of sound eager to invoke internal bleeding, and is perfect noise candy for Monday afternoons. Had it not been for Grand Royal, I likely would have never exposed myself to this brand of ear violence, but as it stands, great pleasure can derive from a certain amount of pain.
Blue < Pinkerton
Vinyl Me, Please‘s latest release, Weezer’s 1996 Pinkerton, is by far, the most prolific offering from the steadfast Weezer catalogue. Fools argue Blue is best, but those who know, favor Pinkerton. Why bother… indeed.
London, USA
The American London Group. Simple. Elegant. Secure. They certainly don’t make ’em like they used to.
Lost within the Fringes
This morning, while laying on the floor, questioning life after a stupid run, I contemplated which record deemed worthy of the next spin. In my mind, I’m still laying on the floor… contemplating… happy Friday, kids.
Book 1
The secret ingredient inside the 2014 LP boxset by experimental-thrash-geniuses, Fantomas titled, Wunderkammer, contains the all-inclusive Mike Patton demo of the band’s first album… on cassette. She was digitized today, and let me be the first to tell you, it was no easy feat. Interweaving rhythmic bursts make for a significantly difficult editing session, but we were able to hammer out something of adequate sustenance. The results were well, well worth the frustration.
Dot Cakes
It’s been a while since we’ve showcased a legitimate insert. They’re hard to come by, I’ll have you know, but this one, with its magnificent 50’s inks, is something to squawk over.
Luau, Luau, Luau, Luau
So, let’s be honest here. A compilation album of majestic, Hawaiian-fused festivities is certainly something of a necessity, BUT… with tropical-minded recipes affixed to the back cover, well, that’s a record well worth acquiring.
P&L
For good measure, let’s try Peace & Love.
Clear to None
Pitchfork’s ominous debut is something of historical significance, as can be clearly seen by this ridiculous afterthought.
The Inevitable, Yet Regrettable Pair
Not… I repeat, NOT, a good combination. When drinking whiskey, leave Nebraska alone. Subsequently, when listening to Nebraska, put down the bottle.
This is a rule, not unlike a heart, in the process, that I annually break.
If “misery loves company” is the phrase, Nebraska is the exclamation point that immediately follows.
Abbey Ave
Is it weird that I’d rather house quarter of a brick of cheese than a thin slice of chocolate cake? I kind of feel my musical intake follows this same allusive guideline, in one form or another. Anyway, nothing to do with that, here is a picture of my latest 8-track snatch. $10 at a brick and mortar up in Ventura, County. She was purchased untested, but plays perfectly fine on the Hitachi home stereo system. This Friday was one for the books… more to come, when I have time. Happy listening weekend!
LONDONC
5.4
May, the yeah, be good.
Drop the Needle
In more ways than one. Surgical Meth Machine’s self titled debut arrived yesterday, in all it’s neon pink vinyl’d glory. I started spinning it this morning, then got called in early to work. Tonight’s festivities consisted of falling asleep to radio programs by the fire, so the inaugural, complete spin will have to wait. I had to reach to Germany for this colored variant, but I’m certain it was entirely worth it.
The Last BBQ
Stupid ballgame plans are keeping me from attending what may be the last Punk Rock BBQ at Liquid Kitty. Stupid building owners not renewing leases make the top of my shit list, and are the reasons for the lack of Punk Rock BBQs. By far the best invite design, that I’ve seen, I may have to finagle some things to make this one happen. Afterall, there will always be more ballgames, am I right?
Lost
This compact disc (yes, as far as I can tell, this beaut has yet to see the vinyl light of day), is an unquestionable masterpiece. Dubbed The Lost Paramount Tapes, this James Booker phenomenon is an instant classic, and worthy of any New Orleans Jazz fan’s time. The new vehicle is CD only, so we’re rediscovering the classics.
So, This Looks Fun
A recently discovered, record related work beer. 🙂
Side After Side, After Side, After Side, After Side… After Side
Last night we made wontons. We made wontons and listened to all six sides of The Clash’s 1980 overwhelming masterpiece, Sandinista!. We prepped, we cooked, well, boiled, and we listened… to all six sides. I honestly don’t remember the last time I listened to this prominent album in its entirety, but it was the perfect soundtrack to our adventurous evening. Whatever your plans are this weekend, make sure, that in some way, they include The Clash. Happy Friday, kids.
So Nice, We Own it Twice
Not enough can be said about the soundtrack to the 1993 thriller Judgment Night. Pairing unlikely acts for an entire album’s worth of new material was a brilliant marketing technique from Music Supervisor Karyn Rachtman. You may know her work as Music Sup on a few of these other masterpieces: Desperado, Four Rooms, Reservoir Dogs, Mystery Men, Boogie Nights, and Pulp Fiction, to name a short few.
Judgment Night was consistent hype music before our Jr. High basketball games, some 23 years ago, and is still humbly considered, by me, to be the best soundtrack ever produced. Run D.M.C. & Living Colour, House of Pain & Helmet, Onyx & Biohazard, Ice-T & Slayer (a personal fav), Cypress Hill & Pearl Jam, Boo-Yaa T.R.I.B.E. & Faith No More, and Del Tha Funkee Homosapien & Dinosaur Jr.. Never again will there be another soundtrack that will outmatch these heavy-hitting collaborations, and that’s a-okay.
The Prudent Groove 