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Botch - An Anthology of Dead Ends 10"

One of my best friends, shortly after reading these pages for the first time, griped that "you're writing way too much". Is that true, dear reader? You're here for the rock, right? But you stay for the chat, the rambling stories, correct?

Hmmm, a reasonably quick note about Botch. Members (in the guise of Roy) stayed at my Charles St. crib for a night after I threw the worst-attended show I ever put on at the Talking Head on a Monday. I liked Botch a lot more than I liked Roy. Who in their right mind names their band "Roy"? Anyway, the singer's now in Narrows, while the guitarist is in Minus the Bear. Pretty good stuff, I guess. That has fuck all to do with Botch, who, like any truly cool band, only received their due credit after they broke up.

I see this EP goes for pretty cheap on Amazon...maybe you should buy it if you like what you hear...but who am I kidding? This is the last studio release by Botch, and was released both as a CD & a m…

American Nightmare - s/t 7"

I pull out records and play them for the first time in a while, and the memories come flooding back. F'r instance...

It shocks the shit out of me that it's been 8 years since I picked this up at Reptilian Records. This was the first HC record I'd bought after two years of being Ten-Yard-Fought-to-death. A bunch of holier-than-thou sXe kids beat the shit out Duncan Barlow for being a shittalkin' fag, so why wouldn't they roll over some nobody? I'll stick to my Heartattack and my Dischord releases, thanks a bunch!

It seems really silly now, but the self-titled debut 7" from American Nightmare was a revelation to me back then. Totally brutal riffs, heart on the sleeve lyrics, kids wearing something other than basketball jerseys and fat X's on their hands...it was fucking awesome. I asked Tony Pence to play this three times before I walked out with a copy that day. This is now available as part of Year Oneby Give Up the Ghost.









American Nightmare - s/t …

Skull Kontrol - Zzzzzz...

This is where our names come from...

It's been a little while, so I won't wax poetic. I wish I had been a slightly more hip person in my early 20's, instead of chasing whatever horseshit I listened to back then. I might have, instead of the obligatory Get Up Kids 7"s, rocked this record, even though I could never grow the mustache to go along with it.. This is totally bitchin' post-hardcore from ex-members of Born Against & the Monorchid. Skull Kontrol covers a Screamers track on this, their 2nd and final release. Still in print, available from Touch & Go and your local iTunes icon. Buy it.









Skull Kontrol - Zzzzzz...

RIYL: breaking glass, one testicle, the floor of ABC No Rio

Vivian Girls - s/t

So ever since I was a little kid, and my folks would play a lot of Motown, bluegrass, early 80's country and Phil Spector, I've been a sucker for girl groups. Naturally, I nerded out pretty hard for Kill Rock Stars as a label in my teens, I listened to more Yeah Yeah Yeahs! than most HC kids I know, and I booked a lot of bands like Tuffie & Karmella's Game when I still booked shows. When Fucked Up released another draft of their upcoming new mixtape a few months back, my ears perked up to the sounds of Brooklyn's Vivian Girls. Well...hello!

I don't have a lot of background to go on about Vivian Girls, except this record rocks my socks off, and you're totally blowing it if you pass on picking up their new LP in a couple of weeks. The Vivian Girls LP was originally released earlier this year in an edition of 500 by Mauled By Tigers Records, but the ever-awesome In the Red is repressing and releasing on CD as well. ITR is also releasing what looks to be a

Envy/Thursday split LP

I finished the Charm City Suicides post and noticed the pre-order for the Envy/Thursday split had been announced.
http://www.temporaryresidence.com/descriptions/special.php

Someone be a pal and order me one...










I'll be your best friend...













I'll trade you cool comic book statues...












I got these cheeseburgers, man...









...c'mon, baby, don't make me beg.

Charm City Suicides - s/t

There are strange doings afoot here in Bodymore. To be fair, the birthday post was already written, and scheduled to post, and, fuck it, why wreck the schedule just to put in new news? My boss approached me with a proposition Friday. Suffice it to say, it scared the shit out me. I have no idea how to react except to jump in a give this new thing a shot...soldier up, as one might say. But it's weird, someone you respect looking you in the eye and telling you they believe in you. I've always had a hard time hearing it, even if I was always able to say the same thing in total sincerity. "I'm proud of you." "I believe in you." "I trust you." We live in cynical times, where every commenter would rather drop a glib line than honestly state how they feel.

I watched Can't Hardly Wait tonight with the wife. We're both still full of the birthday buffet she put together for the family and I this morning. I feel like a big ol' fat as…

Whoa...BIRTHDAY!

The 14th of September has been my birthday as long as I can remember. Now, I rarely recall receiving anything I really wanted. The closest I think I came was for my 10th birthday, when my parents threw a scavenger hunt for me, and my big gift was a boom box and a copy of the Top Gunsoundtrack. I remember my mom walking out of the garage in front of my friends, holding it to her ear like Gene Wilder in Silver Streak. My mom is always something else.

So in recent years, and most people who know me can attest to this, rather thangetting lots of gifts (and who the hell said it was o.k. for a 30-year-old man (and what a handsome Mongoloid he is, to look at him) to get gifts [cuz, frankly, that's fucking creepy, and what kind of true ubermensch would I be, hitting my peeps up for schwag]), I give something back, throwing some sort of party. Last year, we had a big ol' barbeque here at the house. I think I ended up sticking overcooked hot dogs in my mouth, blackening my teeth. D…

A few style notes

After getting a few notes from friends and well-wishers alike, I've added some stuff to old entries and the newest one.
Where applicable, I've posted a little .jpeg of album art. It should also be embedded in the .zip file you download (if you so choose). With demos, if I was given cover art, you shall have it. If not...c'est la vie.RIYL. It was the only thing I ever loved about the old CMJ Magazine (even their sampler CDs usually only had 1 or 2 good tracks). You read 1500 words of "on and on and on" about some band, but you never find out what they actually may sound like. Allow me to cut the fat for you.Updated a couple of the tags. If you're looking just for demo posts in 3 months (assuming I make it that far), it should be easy to find them.So, yeah, that should help make this a fun experience for everyone. And even though it says it up in the upper right, if you see a record you recorded or paid for up here, and that really pisses you off, let me…

Kind of Like Spitting - Nothing Makes Sense Without It

I thought it'd be a lot tougher coming up with things to talk about, and yet, here I am, coming at ya with another mediocrity from the 90's. I kid, of course. Nothing Makes Sense Without It is, to put it mildly, an odd entry in the prolific output from Kind of Like Spitting. It's also probably the most fondly remembered (or at least home to the most requested songs) in my recollection. While this album is still available via iTunes and the Liberation Records webstore, I recall Ben Barnett telling me that he had some serious royalty issues with the label who released the CD initially. As in, he hadn't seen a cent in royalties. But I hear that was a constant issue with releases on the Liberation family of labels.

Enough gossip and shit talk. I always felt like Ben Barnett was one of the few unrecognized greats to come out of the Great Emo Revolution of the late 90's. Every record he recorded is unarguably great. However, outside of opening for Braid on their …

The Hold Steady - demo

(Editor's note, 9/11/08: I changed the title of this post. Why? Do you have any idea how many goddamn people beat me to the punch when it can to referencing "Certain Songs"? How dumb do I look? Pretty goddamn dumb. Oh, well...on with the show.)

I can't talk about the Hold Steady without talking about Craig & Tad's former band, Lifter Puller. I'll go more in depth on Lifter Puller at some yet-to-be-determined date, but, simply put, I was and still am totally gay for Lifter Puller. While I thrilled to get to see their penultimate show at Brownie's in NYC, it broke my heart to know that I'd never get to see them again. I listen to Lifter Puller now, 5 years after they broke up, and it still sounds fresher than most everything out there now. What a gang of total, complete fucking bad asses.

A few months after L.P. broke up, Dave Voyles told me he'd gotten ahold of the demo for the new project. Said he'd burn me a copy. So what you hav…

All the world needs now, is another music blog...

...just like we need a hole in the head.

So it's less than a week before my 31st birthday, and I figured now I'd actually start that blog I've been promising myself I'd start. So here goes. Maybe it'll be kinda fun.

The plan? Write about some of the cool bands I've heard over the past 15 years. Get excited about new stuff. Maybe learn a little something along the way. I think the key here is to keep these idle hands occupied and not fidgeting for a smoke. So, there you go.

K.Y.E.O.