I've fallen into the HC equivalent of a k-hole over the past few days, trawling through four years of crust and D-beat blog posts on Eastern European compilers to pluck out Swedish and Japanese noise that I don't have digitally. It dawned on me at work Monday that I hadn't posted anything for Mojo Mondays, in spite of the fact that I uploaded a dozen new entries last week. So let's rectify things with a day late post; my favorite sort of dashed-off reminiscence.
The Explosion were Boston hardcore dudes who, after playing in bands like In My Eyes, the Trouble, and Panic, decided to embrace their inner Dag Nasty and play fast, tuneful hardcore. They put out a full length and an EP on Jade Tree, a second EP on Revelation and, BOOM!, they were signed to Virgin freakin' Records. I don't recall any negative scene politics about it at the time. They made good records, they'd been bashing it out in basements and VFWs since we were all kids; no shade, good on them. And, sure enough, they brought along a bunch of their friends from the Northeast with them and started their own imprint, Tarantulas Records.
"Tarantulas Attack!" was the sort of street team sampler you'd get free from the merch table either at the Warped Tour or whatever club show you saw the Explosion. It had one track each from six bands who'd put out records on Tarantulas; the Explosion, the Bronx, the Lot Six, Darker My Love, the Faux, and the Tonsils. Of these, the Bronx has had the greatest staying power; they released their fourth record as Mariachi El Bronx last month and, from all accounts, remain an incredibly entertaining band to see live. Darker My Love was two of the dudes from the Nerve Agents, following the soon-to-be-standard career path of hardcore band to psych rock. I have a vague recollection of seeing them sometime in 2003 or 2004, third on a bill in Baltimore, and definitely thinking "these dudes are going to break big." DML ended up putting out a trio of full lengths on Dangerbird over seven years, all of which are pretty well worth checking out.
As for Tarantulas Records, they gained a reputation over their fifteen some-odd releases for really good looking records that demonstrated how expanded tastes reflected the music one made as they grew more experienced. In less than three years, the TR gang showed how scene kids could evolve and still make good, interesting art. And, shit, that's all we want for our friends in bands.
