Wednesday, December 31, 2008

One Head One Tail

Another bizarre and mysterious tape by another bizarre and mysterious Norwegian Black metal band. Released by Fossbrenna, the great cassette-only label that reminds us periodically that Norway can still produce some interesting black metal, you'll just have to look a little harder to find it.

Tuesday, December 30, 2008


Here's some obscure custom-van-moustache rock from Cain, who called Minneapolis home and in 1975 unleashed their debut, A Pound Of Flesh. Kind of reminds me of a Grand Funk Railroad that can keep its fucking shirt on or an American-made, mid-era Deep Purple. A Pound Of Flesh has some seeds and stems but is still pretty stoney.

Monday, December 29, 2008

Monkeys Tear Man to Shreds Man Never Forgives Ape Man Destroys Environment

Monkeys Tear Man to Shreds Man Never Forgives Ape Man Destroys Environment was the name given to Burmese's first official full-length. Back when I posted the follow-up, A Mere Shadow and Reminiscence of Humanity I described Burmese as "Inspired by the sheer negatronic fuckery as Whitehouse, the plodding crush of Harvey Milk, and the methlab grinds of early neanderthal power violence, Burmese are like a particularly brutal prison rape of sound." I really couldn't have said it better myself, even though I did. Don't enjoy.

Sunday, December 28, 2008

Sunset Blaze

Sunset Blaze were another hopeful young NWOBHM band that never released anything other than this four song 1983 demo. Nothing that is going to profoundly change your life, but still some great no-frills working class bloke-rock from these unsung pub-loyal lobsterbacks.

Saturday, December 27, 2008


My personal favorite release from these UK crust pioneers. No need to go into any long rant here. If you know it, cool. If you don't, you'd better. Doom's War Crimes is so fucking ripping you will be moved to stop your war profiteering and you will cease to be a multinational corporation. You will embrace an anarcho-vegan communal lifestyle in which all weapons will be melted down in order to make bicycles and guitars. A barter system will be enacted in which ticks and lice are currency. Nobody will have to work and PCP will be legalized.

Friday, December 26, 2008

Nastrond vs. Nocternity

This heavyweight bout pits too extremely kult bands against each other in a brutal fight for Satanic supremacy. Long running Swedish Black Metal band, Nastrond, certainly have the advantage of experience behind them, but young Greek upstarts, Nocternity, have a devastating delivery that just might fell the old timers.

Thursday, December 25, 2008

It's Christmas Bitch!

So it's Jesus' birthday and every blog on the interwebs has been dragging out their Christmas rarities. So in keeping with this tradition here's perhaps the dumbest, most ill-conceived christmas album ever. Some motherfuckin' coal for your stocking. Oh, and yes, that would be Snoop Dogg with elf ears. Yup. Oh, and since it's Christmas and shit, go ahead and look at The Cosmic Hearse Wishlist over there to the right. Surely one of you out there is sitting on some of these items, even mp3s of some of them. Come on it's Jesus' fucking birthday, bitch.

Wednesday, December 24, 2008

Hyvää Joulua

Well, it's Christmas eve and if you are a Finnish child you are probably eagerly awaiting the arrival of Joulupukki, the Finnish Santa Claus. Joulupukki is like Santa in many ways except where Santa lives in the North Pole, Joulupukki lives in a frozen hell known as Korvatunturi which is actually just a National Park in Finland. Joulupukki doesn't break into your house via chimney, he politely knocks on the door and asks "Onkos täällä kilttejä lapsia?" (Are there any well-behaved children here?) You bad kids get sticks for your parents to beat you with, awesome. Attanas were a Finnish punk band that made this 7" EP 1987 to celebrate their country's bizarre yule-tide tradition. On the crudely rendered cover you see Joulupukki giving sticks to some punkers who have presumably been bad, probably huffing glue, smashing the state, and running afoul of the local constabulary. I have to send a big old thank you and a "Hyvää Joulua" to Terska of the amazing Saapasnahkatorni blog for this and many great läsnä ja hengenlahja over the past year. The rest of you motherfuckers are getting sticks.

Tuesday, December 23, 2008

Rectal Anarchy

Rectal Anarchy is the collaboration of Merzbow, the god of harsh electronic Japanoise, and Gore Beyond Necropsy, the kings of gutteral, far eastern grind filth. Rectal Anarchy is an absolute toxic discharge of bilious offal as well as an homage to '80s punk. "Song" titles include "Punks Not Dead Kennedys Rectal Anarchy" and "Love Me Suicidal Tendencies Rectal Anarchy," to name a few. Sonically you get what you'd expect, a mixture of the respective artists involved. Play this loud when you want the party to end.

Monday, December 22, 2008


Now that we've established what is the greatest American Punk record of all time, let's discuss the greatest American Death Metal record of all time. My vote is for this little masterpiece, Death's 1987 debut Scream Bloody Gore. Death's history of moving from city to city, changing line-ups, the John Hand thing, and infighting, is thoroughly confusing, and really not that important in the bigger picture. What IS important is that Scream Bloody Gore is a part of your life, and an integral one at that. Every greasy, gooey riff and ruddy drum fill from the duo of Chris Reifert and Chuck Schuldiner is a blunt instrument to the skull. I have used this album as a sort of litmus test. If you aren't on board for this one, you are most likely a square or my dad. My dad hated Death Metal.

Sunday, December 21, 2008


Once I was drunk at a bar in Oakland. I was sitting with a friend and the subject of the single greatest American punk album came up. I said without hesitation that it was Poison Idea's Feel The Darkness. I went on to say that it was not a matter of opinion but rather a universal truth. He scoffed at this notion. "Have you ever heard it?" I asked. He hadn't. At that point some random punker walked past our table, I stopped the guy and asked, "Hey, dude, what is the greatest American made punk album ?" Without so much as a blink he answered, "I'm going to have to say Feel The Darkness by Poison Idea." A grin stretched across my face, being right never felt so right. So there it is, a cold hard factoid: Feel The Darkness is the best American Punk album ever.

Saturday, December 20, 2008


The first half Oskal's demo, Stahlkrieg, is so muddy and obscure it resembles more of a power electronics noise project than a Russian Black Metal band. The second half of the tape has more structure but still suffers from poor production. The tape sounds as if it's eroding and there's a consistent buzz like a bad chord throughout. If you have been following this blog closely, you know that the worse the fidelity, the more I am likely to gush over it.

Friday, December 19, 2008

In The Style Of Demons

Pentastar:In The Style Of Demons was Earth's fourth and last studio album before a nine year hiatus. This record was critically reviled upon its release, but like any Earth recording, it's a soothing analgesic. Where the earlier Earth albums may have been highly potent opioids, Pentastar: In The Style Of Demons is more of a Dextropropoxyphene high, a bit less intense, more "musical." There is significant anecdotal evidence from patients that Pentastar: In The Style Of Demons is effective, but a third of patients suffering chronic pain report relief from that pain when treated with placebo.

Thursday, December 18, 2008


Another overlooked classic of Swedish steel here. Torch's first full length (they released an EP prior to this) is off the fucking hook NWOBHM-inspired goodness. Why there were so many great Heavy Metal bands coming out of Sweden between '82 and '85 is a mystery, but if you've been following the Hearse and got all fucking vimmelkantig over The Glory Bells, Faith, Gotham City, and Overdrive, then definitely check out Torch.

Wednesday, December 17, 2008

Just Because

Just because I think it is one of the coolest live recordings ever.

Tuesday, December 16, 2008


If you believe everything you hear about Abruptum, then they were the audial essence of pure evil, they were made up of two shadowy figures (one of them a dwarf simply called "It"), they improvised their recordings, and the vocals were done while they mutilated themselves. Evil Genius is a compilation of the band's earliest works. This excellent comp contains their Hexum Galaem Zelog and Satanist Tunes demos, as well as the Evil 7" EP. Play this very loud with the lights off, then destroy yourself.

Monday, December 15, 2008


Phafner's 1971 album, Overdrive, is the stuff of record collecting legend. Rumor has it that only fifty copies were pressed. This seems a little suspect, but either way, it has fetched as much as three grand on eBay. Overdrive is a pretty fucked up druggy listen, it's raw, it's sloppy, it's full of vigor and spirit. The opening song "Plea From The Soul" is pure doomy bliss, but then the record trails off into some neanderthal blues rock. It's 1971, you're transported to a sweaty Iowa barn, hash smoke hangs low in the air, and sad-eyed caucasian dirtheads bang out crude tributes to their favorite sepia-toned negroes of yesteryear. I dig it, and you will too. Reissued on CD by the brilliant Akarma label.

Sunday, December 14, 2008

Wreckin' Shit

You may remember Dr. Dre as the producer of the world's most dangerous group, or as the chronic smokin' g-funkateer who brought the world Snoop Dogg and Eminem. But before his rise to ghettofabulocity, he was a member of The World Class Wreckin' Cru. Nothing scary, or gang-affiliated here, just some old skool shit to get the party started.

Saturday, December 13, 2008


Exterminator were another hyper-extreme proto-Black/Death cult band from Brazil. Their bassist (credited on this album as Freddy Krueger) went on to be a member of Sextrash. Exterminator's only release was the poorly produced Total Extermination LP. So bad is this recording that it's impossible to discern what's going on, so this may only be of interest to those who froth over the no-fi offerings of the Cosmic Hearse or those completists who absolutely crave all things Brazilian, satanic, and weird. Seriously, this makes Sarcofago's I.N.R.I. seem like Yes' Fragile in comparison. I also want to add these guys had no political agenda, the swastika is just there to ruffle feathers ala Holocausto, and my isn't it shocking?

Friday, December 12, 2008

Start Today

Don't act like you didn't love this album back in '89 when it dropped. With its ice cream truck-looking graphics and its goofy lyrics about "the scene" and "what's in your heart," I can understand why you might want to disregard Start Today as part of the fabric of your being, but fuck that weak shit. Put this on and remember what it was like to be 16 and so fucking sure you know everything there is to know and your feelings mattered and all that bullshit.

Thursday, December 11, 2008


S.A.R. stands for Southern Aryan Response, so right away you know the agenda. The southern part refers to this band's origins in Brazil. Now while I can't condone the political views of S.A.R., I can totally condone their ridiculously gorked and dim-witted Black/Thrash mess. So if you're a fan of the wonky Black Metal that makes it on The Hearse, and you aren't spooked by unsavory politics, then this is for you. This self titled, self released tape came out in 2001, and it's deliciously bad-good.

Wednesday, December 10, 2008


If you had any doubts as to whether or not this is the best rap album ever made, please keep in mind that Pushead did the cover art and the lyrics mention Gorefest, Autopsy and Spazz.

Tuesday, December 9, 2008

Death In The '90s

Don't know where the fuck I got this tape and can't find a stitch of information about these guys on the interwebs. From what I can gather from the the tape itself, D.I.E. (which apparently stands for Death Inevitable?) were from New York and played thrash/proto-death metal from 1988 to 1992. This tape, Death In The '90s is a posthumous retrospective/best of type of deal. It compiles tracks from D.I.E.'s 1992 Choose Death demo, a live show from '92, and the 1990 demo, Eternal Damnation. Weird that a band that existed for four years and released two punishing demos yields no results from a Google search. If anybody has more info on this band, let me know. Maybe you used to skate with these dudes, perhaps your brother went to high school with bassist, Nunzio Incorvia's sister. Maybe your old band, Attacker NY (plain old Attacker was taken), got your asses handed to you by Death Inevitable at battle of the bands that was really just some scummy promoter's scam to get you dumbasses to sell tickets to his club and play for free. Who knows?

Monday, December 8, 2008

Wheelchair Motherfuckers

Big shout-out to faithful reader, Greezus, for crossing another record off my wantlist. This time it's the Wheelchair Motherfucker's 7" EP, White Crosses and Coffee. I got this one in a trade while on tour with Hickey. It was a favorite around our flat, which is probably why I don't have it anymore. All I know about these guys: they were from somewhere in the midwest, they were friends with GG Allin, and they were very angry young men.

Sunday, December 7, 2008

Forever Bound

Desolation Triumphalis were a short-lived French Black Metal band that emerged from the whole Seigneur Voland/Kristallnacht/Blessed In Sin/Funeral clique. If you are familiar with any of those names then you know to expect very melodic and pensive work from these folks. Though Desolation Triumphalis only released one album, 2006's Forever Bound To Nothingness, it is easily one of the best Black Metal albums to come out in the last five years. They were a bit more elegant in their approach than the other bands in their scene. The songs seldom blast, and lush keyboards dominate the arrangements. The production is muddy and obscure but still has a grandiose aura. The sounds on Forever Bound To Nothingness reminds me of the visual art of Karl Albiker or Arno Breker, and the bottom-lit Roman columns of a different time. Wistful, nostalgic, and forlorn, this is mandatory.

Saturday, December 6, 2008


Remember like a year ago when everybody was growing beards and doing the whole hippy dippy free folk thing? Well these dudes were about thirty-four years too early to get their balls washed by Pitchfork, but damn if Ric and Dave, collectively known as Stone Harbour, didn't eke out one of the creepiest records of super lo-fi Spahn Ranch acid folk. Little is known about Stone Harbour, so usually when I listen to this I like to imagine various scenarios involving Ric and Dave. Sometimes they are college roommates, sometimes they are friends, sometimes they are lovers. Once, in my imagination, Ric cooked up a hair-brained scheme to get that chick Lisa from down at the coffee shop to take notice of Dave, who is generally shy around women. Of course it backfired and Dave was horribly embarrassed, he didn't speak to Ric for a week. Then there was this time that Dave finally did land a date with Lisa, and Ric came home drunk with a nasty gash on his head, rambling incoherently about being jumped by "100 dudes." Dave, being Dave, was quick to help his stupid fucking retarded friend out at this most inconvenient time, but in the end it was a bonding experience for Dave and Lisa and they dated for several months, that is until Lisa left Dave telling him "It's me, it's not you," but in truth, it really was him. Also in my imagination, Dave is now a fairly successful screenwriter, Ric died of AIDS some years back, sorry that's how shit goes sometimes in my mind.

Friday, December 5, 2008


Spirex were one of the greatest bands you've never heard of. They called Tallahassee, Florida home and in the mid-'90s they blew as many fucking minds as they did speaker cones. Just two terminally high dudes, Glen and John, with a ridiculous amount of cabinets, pedals, amps, and a wealth of spindly, futuristic riffs. John and Glen made much of the electronics they used from scatch, they were more like sonic mad scientists than any kind of rock band I'd ever seen. Spirex never properly released anything and never really played outside the southern states, which is why they aren't a huge cult phenomenon today. This is so fucking brilliant and ahead of its time I demand you check it out.

Thursday, December 4, 2008

Hellshock Vs. Effigy

This heavyweight bout features two of the finest active crust bands in the world. In one corner we have Hellshock, hailing from Portland, Oregon. In the opposing corner from Takematsu, Japan, Effigy. These bands obviously honed their sparring skills over well-worn copies of Arise!, Rise of the Serpent Men, and In Battle There Is No Law. Both Hellshock and Effigy are worthwhile and crushing, but a winner must be declared. I got to give it to Hellshock, but only by a hair. Almost a draw.

Wednesday, December 3, 2008

I Raminghi

I Raminghi were a little known Italian band who released this LP in 1971. Sometimes called Il lungo cammino dei Raminghi (though nothing on the cover suggests this), it is a fine album of dated occult dark proto-prog that will appeal to you nerds who love Jacula, I Teoremi, and all things vaguely witchy and Italian (I'm looking at you, Don.)

Tuesday, December 2, 2008

Shadow Plays

It wasn't long ago that the words "American" and "Black Metal" in the same sentence would produce laughter and scorn from many staunch supporters of deep Satanic art. Nowadays it would seem that some of the most interesting and violent Black Metal comes from the states. It's difficult to peruse the pages of the metal mags and miss all the accolades thrust upon bands like Xasthur, and Leviathan. Los Angeles' Ashdautas may not get the attention of the aforementioned hordes, but their 2005 album Shadow Plays Of Grief And Pain is so harsh and so mephitic that it demands to be heard. Most noticeable are the tortured vocals of Naeth. The guy seems torn apart from within, and combined with the fumbling, discordant chaos of the band, Shadow Plays is a noxious cocktail of pure, unabashed agony. Ashdautas received a bit of attention some time back for their hardline stance against "MySpace bands" and their threats of violence to other bands and individuals in "the scene." This all makes for interesting threads on the interweb forums, but also serves as a distraction from Ashdautas's real appeal, their brutally stark and manic cacophony. Ashdautas belong to a devout sub-sect of Black Metal bands calling themselves The Black Twilight Circle. Other bands in this rigid group include Volahn, Aresmenda, and Kallathon. Ashdautas is no joke. If your interest in Black Metal is only an ironic gawking concern to be tittered at between rides on your fixed gear and lines of coke at Pop's then turn back right now. This is the genuine article, you are not.

Monday, December 1, 2008

Awesome Tapes From Africa

I strongly urge all of you readers to check out the links I have provided to some of the greatest blogs out there. One in particular, Awesome Tapes From Africa is just so amazingly cool I suggest you stop dicking around here and head over there. To whet your appetite I present the tape Obaa Sima by the mysterious High Life entity from Ghana known as Ata Kak. This is so weird and fun, like a gay dance club on Mars, it should be enough to set you on your course of discovering some awesome tapes from Africa.

Sunday, November 30, 2008


Dead Horse weren't exactly thrash, or death metal, or punk. Much like Acid Bath (a band I always considered kind of a bizarro world Dead Horse) these duders were one of those bands so unique and so inclusive of many styles, they could really only be described as horsecore. Which, incidentally, is the name of Dead Horse's first record Horsecore: An Unrelated Story That's Time Consuming. Dead Horse hailed from Houston, Texas, gained a loyal following in their home state, released some great records, and called it a day in 1996. They were so on their own trip, so special, so '90s.

Saturday, November 29, 2008


Peru has never really been the country known for amazing punk records, but when I heard Narcosis' 1985 cassette Primera Dosis (First Dose), I was instantly strung out on their lo-fi presentation (no bass), infectious songs and the absolutely endearing voice of singer "Wicho" García. Oh, and perhaps the best and only Spanish language cover of "I Wanna Be Your Dog" Punk!

Friday, November 28, 2008

Cosmic Hearse Turns 1

Hard to believe that Cosmic Hearse has been up for year now. So far the response has been overwhelmingly positive and not a single complaint from any bands or labels regarding the content. Big thanks to all the readers, especially the ones who take the time to leave comments. Huge thanks to all the readers who sent stuff in to share, and help me cross things off my wishlist. I tried to come up with some special post to celebrate the Hearse's one year anniversary but settled on just posting an updated version of A Yell From The Past by Draugurz. This is the CD version issued by Dark Hidden Productions. The original cassette version happened to be the subject of Cosmic Hearse's very first post. If you missed it the first time around (though the link is still active) I highly recommend this. It's one of my all time favorite bits of weird lo-fi Black Metal genius.

This is also as good a place as any to mention that I am painfully aware of the problems with a number of the Zshare links. Not all my old posts are Zshare so check first. If you want something, and find the link is dead, just leave a comment at the post and I'll correct it as soon as I can. I am not really into the idea of going back and repairing all the links at once. Thanks.

Thursday, November 27, 2008


Originally released by Hybrid Records in 1985, Jon Wayne's one and only recorded output, Texas Funeral, is one of those albums that many hold very dear. Nobody is indifferent to it, they either don't know it or they gush at the mere mention of it. Folks who haven't heard it in years can still quote from its lyrics and recall their favorite bits. Though this album is charmingly lo-fi and lyrically hilarious, much of its appeal stems from how little is known about it. Rumor has it that Jon Wayne was none other than Butthole Surfers mainman Gibby Haynes. I can neither confirm or deny this, but it certainly bears all the surrealist Texan wit of the Surfers. For many of you, hearing this again will flood you with memories. To the rest of you I say, get ready to fall under the spell of Jon Wayne and Texas.

Wednesday, November 26, 2008


The Glory Bell's Band (later called simply Glory Bells) were another outrageously gifted Swedish Heavy Metal band you probably haven't heard of. Their debut album from 1985, Dressed In Black has had me in its power for the last few weeks. Imagine Sad Wings of Destiny-era Judas Priest meets Taken By Force-era Scorps with one of the most hyperactive falsetto voices, and you might begin to get an idea of what The Glory Bells are about. That nutter vocalist was none other than the enigmatic Glory North, who sadly passed away earlier this year. Glory was a vocal chameleon sometimes sounding a bit like Udo, sometimes Klaus Meine, but always sounding like himself, if that makes sense. Also check out the chops of drummer, Peter Udd, the guy was clearly raised on a steady diet of Mick Tucker. His skills behind the kit later landed him the gig as the first drummer of Yngwie's Rising Force. If you got a diamond cutting hard-on over the posts about Witch Cross, Gotham City, Faith, and Wizz, add Glory Bells to the list of top notch Scandi-Metal to make your bag tingle.

Tuesday, November 25, 2008


The Gay Cowboys In Bondage were one of the better known Florida punk bands. Some of you might remember their track "Domestic Battlefield" from the Flipside Vinyl Fanzine Volume 1 compilation. This tape, We're Not Gay But The Music Is, was circulated in the South Florida underground in 1983. The Gay Cowboys shared a few members with the legendary hardcore band F (Pete Moss R.I.P.). Like F, The Gay Cowboys In Bondage were typical of the Florida scene, injecting a fair amount of snarky, childish humor, and terribly nerdy in-jokes into their punk rock social commentary. Thanks to the amazing Lou Ming for bringing this back into my life 25 years later.

Monday, November 24, 2008

Elf Power

Well the Elf is none other than Ronnie James Dio and his pre-Rainbow concern. In fact, Elf contained three other members who went on to join Rainbow: drummer Gary Driscoll, piano dude Mickey Lee Soule, and bassist Craig Gruber. Listening to this album, it's easy to understand why Richie Blackmore eagerly scooped these guys up. Dio's voice is instantly recognizable here. This came before his obsession with swords and wizards. Elf were about some sawdust floor honky tonkin' bar stomp blues rock with lyrics about gamblin', ramblin' and women of loose morals. Fucking awesome.

Sunday, November 23, 2008


Woodsmoke is an interesting label out of Salem, Oregon that specializes in fantastic lo-fi tapes from a number of doom, drone, and black metal entities like Leech, Soleil Noir, Mania, Ancestortooth, Dusk Summon, Vault Dweller, Destruction Ritual, and münn. Here I present the münn cassette in its hypnotic entirety. I guess Woodsmoke is too cult for a website. Anyone desiring more information should write to them, perhaps they will reply.

322 23rd St. NE
Salem, Oregon

Saturday, November 22, 2008

Death Certificate

Ice Cube's angriest outing since leaving NWA was by far 1991's Death Certificate. On this record no one is spared Cube's wrath and biting criticism. Be you black, white, a bitch, a ho, a Korean liquor store owner, a sellout, Uncle Sam, the police, you can't escape the sharp sting of Cube's always brilliant lyrics and keen observations. This is where it became abundantly clear to me that Cube was the true genius behind NWA. This record is essential. Kind of weird that this is the same guy who starred in "Are We There Yet?" But I choose not to think about that.

Friday, November 21, 2008

From Dream To Dream...

It occurred to me last night that there might be someone out there who's never heard this album, and I awoke, drenched in sweat and shaking uncontrollably. So if you are one of those poor souls who permeates my subconscious with your ignorance, get this so we both can sleep easier at night. This is easily one the finest pieces of Swedish Death Metal ever forged.

Thursday, November 20, 2008

The New Los Angeles

There are a few albums out there that I think really capture the zeitgeist of Los Angeles. There's X's aptly titled Los Angeles with it's gritty tales of love and death in the city of angels, there's Black Flag's My War and it's claustrophobic, dry-heat, "slowly losing it" vibe. There's the Gun Club's Fire of Love, Saccharine Trust's Paganicons, The Germs (GI) and even Motley Crue's Shout At The Devil. All of them do a fine job of conveying the lonliness, desire, passion, violence, and stifling heat of L.A. Now let's add It's Casual's album The New Los Angeles to the list. It's Casual are from L.A., and they obviously have a love/hate relationship with their hometown. This record is both an homage to, and an indictment of their sprawling, smog-choked burg. Songs about LAPD, cholo life, cars, guns, and freeways, played with a Black Flag-like hostility. It's Casual obviously dig Black Flag, but really, who doesn't? Just two dudes, a fucking staggering wall of amplification, and Los Angeles, that fucking whore, as the muse. Seriously, this will floor you like a slab of concrete to Reginald Denny's dome.

Wednesday, November 19, 2008

Stella Polaris

Another fantastic release from the now defunct Autistiartili Records, this limited tape (150 copies) by the band Stella Polaris contains some warped, super lo-fi, punkish, Black Metal akin to their countrymen, Akitsa and Malveillance. Thematically, Stella Polaris seem to adhere to the same Third Reich fetishism as bands like Command and Sombre Chemin, so again I issue a warning to those who are sensitive to these kinds of political agendas.

Tuesday, November 18, 2008

Demolition Pumpkin Squeeze

Around 1994 I was at a party here in San Francisco. The kind there were before the dot com boom. You know, one of those where a couple of hundred assholes were crammed into a Victorian. There would be a keg in the kitchen, chicks doing blow in the bathroom, some shitty band playing in the living room. Anyways, I was at this party and I was chatting with some guy about music and whatever kind of drunken small talk you have at parties and he reaches into his backpack and hands me this tape with the cryptic words "Demolition Pumpkin Squeeze" scrawled on the label. That tape sat in my bag for a week or so before I decided to check it out. When I did, I was floored. Well someone had the good sense to press this to CD (no label information is given). And now I am that guy at the party handing you that tape, only now the tape is a batch of shrunken digital files, and the party is the interweb.

Monday, November 17, 2008

Twilight Of The Idols

Of all the things that make me proud to call San Francisco home, the food, the heroin, the weather... none cause such a swelling in my breast as The Lord Weird Slough Feg. For those of you who don't know, Slough Feg (for short) are a true Heavy Metal band influenced by Maiden, Thin Lizzy, Celtic Mythology and fantasy role playing games. The band has never released a dud, but it is their second album, Twilight Of The Idols, that I most often reach for when I need a Feg fix. This is by far their most daring work with some forrays into 70s style hard rock, and classic doom, some acoustic songs, bagpipes, and the Slough Feg trademark: the charismatic voice of Mike Scalzi. This one also contains what many consider their finest song, "The Wickerman." Slough Feg often gets compared to Manilla Road. Both bands have remained consistent and true to their metal, even when real Heavy Metal wasn't cool. Both bands have enigmatic, unique frontmen. However, Slough Feg always seemed more intrepid in their approach. Twilight Of The Idols is easily one of the best metal albums of the 1990s. You need it. Added bonus of bizarre cover art by D&D artist Erol Otus. Lawful awesome!

Sunday, November 16, 2008

Enlightened Interdependence Is The Key

Yeah, I know that every blog even remotely worth reading has done a post about Man Is The Bastard, but probably because they were so fucking great, so on their own trip, and so prolific. And some poor souls out there have never bothered to check them out. So with that in mind, I present the Man Is The Bastard D.I.Y.C.D.. It compiles some material from various out of print splits and EPs. It's a great catch-all release for the fans, and a great introduction for those who have yet to become fans. Of course I could spout on about there unflinching, uncompromising ideology regarding sexism, racism, classism, fascism, capitalism, veganism, animal liberationism, homophobism, multi-national corporationalism, and any other ism you can think of, but I think it's best to let the band yell in your ugly, stupid face for about seventy minutes. That should learn ya'.

Saturday, November 15, 2008

Today Is Only Yesterday's Tomorrow

Dude, sit down, shut up. You're about to go on a journey that would make the corpse of Gary Gygax harder than the finest girdle of Mithril. Uriah Heep's 1972 opus Demons And Wizards is about as close to a perfect album as any of us will ever get and I'm going to tell you why. First off, it starts with a wizard, a wizard who comes along and tells you tales and drinks your wine. Over the course of the album you travel through time, encounter a rainbow demon, and reunite with the wizard in paradise.

Uriah Heep always sort of existed in the shadow cast by their bros Deep Purple, but strange, considering what an achievement this album is. The song writing and the playing on Demons And Wizards are absolute genius, and the regal vocals of David Byron are at their peak, he even sounds a bit like Bowie at times. Really, this album could only have been made in 1972, bands just don't sink this much heart and soul into their art anymore. Fortunately we have Demons And Wizards. I still see the vinyl around as well, so there is no reason not to have this in your collection. Oh, and dig that crazy Roger Dean cover.

Friday, November 14, 2008

New Blog Launched

My new blog. I decided to start Legacy Document to encompass things other than records I adore. I sort of envision it as an online magazine/journal/resource. It will contain some interviews, show reviews, film stuff, art, opinions, news, and whatever else I feel like putting there. Comments and contributions are always encouraged. Check it out.