Photo courtesy of Immersive Atlanta. In the great kingdom of Atlanta, way up north toward the mountains, there lies a village within the foothills. No families or clans call this hamlet home, for the grass is eternally charred, and the barren trees glow faintly at night, and voices chirp and chatter where no humans or […]
(This music is explicit. So this review is explicit. If that offends you in any way, FUCK OFF) I’ve been trying to write an intro paragraph here – something to prepare you for the radical Noon:30 and their unflinching sense of self – but my tongue keeps tripping. How do I recall that first shudder […]
So. Wanna feel the ground squirm under your feet like a thousand worms? Wanna feel your mind melt ever so slowly into tie-dye colored goop? Wanna feel NOTHING? Punters On A Barge by Spray Paint GOD FUCK. Think the sheer metal alien attack of Chrome, fused with steamrolling kraut beats, and Flipper’s absolute denial of […]
I am nothing. I’ve figured that out lately. See, I used to wear colors, but now I wake up in the morning and I think, “fuck, I don’t deserve that shit.” Black it is, then. Friends? Ha. Don’t make me laugh. I mean, yeah, my roommate and I get along. Most of the time. But […]
Stop. Breathe in for four counts, hold for two, out for six. Repeat until you’re calm enough to lay the ad hoc dagger on the table. OK. Focus. Let’s talk about Joanna Gruesome and Perfect Pussy. a) Trust Fund outclassed Joanna Gruesome on their previous split. The latter stuck to their discordant guns and handed […]
Death Rattle – The Stone Roses, Primal Scream, Oasis and the travesty of British Alternative Rock in the 90s
Large elements of the UK alternative press seemed to be waiting for the right guitar band to get behind, the right guitar band to believe in. Ladies and gentlemen, I give you The Stone Roses.
Daniel’s sitting crossed-legged on the floor with his mum, eating dried apricots, grooving to the motorik beat. It’s hypnotic. Uncompromising. I can relate to the dance moves. Man, it’s raining some outside. Man, this is reminding me of Cabaret Voltaire’s Voice Of America. Now his mum is up and dancing, doing the hula hoop swirl. […]