This rhythm. You’ve got to hear this rhythm. Michael Gira can go mewl somewhere else. We here at Collapse Board (read: me) refuse to acknowledge Swans’ To Be Kind as 2014’s hands-down masterpiece. We prefer more blood in the veins of our music, we do. Things that spring with life, and speak of life. To […]
Back in my diagnosis/review of Young Magic, I denounced synths (or, rather, the dull-witted folk that don’t abuse them) as instruments of cool, as anesthetics for the youth that reminisce about a decade they weren’t even born in. But behind that shimmery veneer of glass, every once in a while, someone sneaks up with a […]
(Well, actually, if you want to be politically correct about it, this is actually the cassette of last month, but Gold Flake Paint wouldn’t have it. But you don’t mind, do you? Of course you don’t.) There’s a shadowy past oft forgotten by post-punk auteurs, a gray zone of specters and light in a hazy […]
No more garage rock tapes, I said to myself. (I talk to myself a bunch. Don’t you?) Since I invented this feature, I’ve been picking through Wuxtry’s cassette cabinet, in hopes of finding something new and exciting to write about. I gambled on two tapes that lacked descriptions – only to find mostly non-descript, “authentic” […]
Fair warning, readers – I do not own this physical cassette yet, and thus cannot say with 100% certainty what sort of chemical reaction this will cause in your tape deck. However, my guess is that Meanest Man Contest (MMC) will command your stereo, surge into your skull, and induce involuntary head jammin’. You will […]
Girls don’t need to be giddy and blatantly physical to subvert the male cock-rock structure, y’know. Sometimes, you need to play the victim.
You know what I like? Noise. Slabs of noise. Noise that can smother your brain, melt your ears, and inject pure pleasure straight to your head. Or genitalia. Or BOTH.