Showing posts with label Noise. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Noise. Show all posts

Sunday, February 15, 2009

Drunkdriver - Born Pregnant

Drunkdriver Born Pregnant:

I'm going to call this No Wavecore. It sounds like this band just started playing in someone's basement and tape-recorder just happened to be on. The guitars, bass, and drums just swirl into this wall of static while a drunk lunatic rants over the chaos. Perfect for lovemaking.

Rating: 12/15 bleeding eardrums

Saturday, February 14, 2009

Thank God - For Pregnant Virgins E.P.

Thank God For Pregnant Virgins E.P.:

This is just messy, sloppy, spastic hardcore that doesn't care about the scene. It just charges forward with abandonment screeching and snarling at you, then suddenly stopping and softly chanting before descending into hideous feedback. Kind of like my mom.

Rating: 11/15 seizures on stage

Caroliner-Our American Heritage Volume 1

Caroliner Our American Heritage Volume 1:

Some weird people in day-glo costumes haphazardly bashing their instruments while another weirdo rants about the eighteen hundreds. Some people equate the general unpleasantness of an album with the quality and artistic relevance of an album, these people are morons. If you are one of those morons buy this album.

Rating: 4/15 Old timey bucket wranglin' jangles

Old Man Gloom - Seminar II: The Holy Rites of Primitivism Regression

Old Man Gloom Seminar II: The Holy Rites of Primitivism Regression:

So heavy, loud, and crushing that it causes thunderstorms when listened to.

Rating: 14/15 cyclopes made of pure feedback

Thursday, February 12, 2009

Mind Flayer - Its Always 1999

Mind Flayer Its Always 1999:

A terribly recorded piece of boring crap. Don't get me wrong, I advocate Load Records and I double advocate anything either of the Brian's from Lightning Bolt are involved in, but as often is the case the album fails to live up to the live experience. Save your pennies and go see them live. I attended a concert of their's where almost all of their electronics failed, but they managed to maintain a ridiculous energy level with little more than drums, vocals and distorted tape hiss. They're two of the nicest most approachable guys you'll ever meet, and they deserve your money more than you do.

Rating: 7/15 Bitchin' homemade masks