Jan 26, 2019

VANILLA POPPERS "I Like Your Band" 7inch

After spending a few years in a notch of the USA's Rust Belt, Vanilla Poppers hazan headed back to her home in Melbourne, Australia. Then, most of the band pulled up their Cleveland stakes and followed her there.

The change of hemisphere hasn't simmer downed furor they dish out. In fact, it much more heaping. Opening with a statement such as "Get Away From Me" may seem like a blur at first its sentiment is obvious. There's no time for niceties. It's time to slash and smash.



The hardcore splatter that served as the backbone seems a bit more curved and wiggly than on their previous records. Those durable rock riffs that have been pumped into brains since the dawn of AOR and implanted themselves deep into the some of the blasts in the bands past are given a harsher lashing too.

The former is the the way "A Stranger" festers itself into a instant frenzy. The latter it's the blown up boogie licks on "I Like Your Band." They shine like the chrome of some stoner dad's '73 Ranchero there.

Get clobbered at Feel It records

Jan 23, 2019

Kuhnhenn DRIPA Double Rice IPA

How many times in the place now have I declared that I've grown completely done with IPA's only to go ahead and then say "Well, ok, maybe I am but this one is pretty unique/amazing/etc and after it, I am done with the style?"

Probably about a billion, right? Spoiler alert here is gonna be that this will make that a billion and one.

After observing that it pours a rich and hazy golden color with a firm head that leaves a good amount of lacing in its tracks of each sip, the first thing noticed are the aromas this brew gives off. Bright floral notes, a lot of citrus zing and, when given a deeper whiff, is that stewed apples I am thinking.

The hop profile comes on strong at first on the sipping side. It is one of a slightly different character though, bold but not as blustery. Mellow orange and lime nuances rather than sticky pine oil or grapefruit stings. A slight dent of dankness hangs so lightly as it is kept calm by slight touches of caramel, honey and cheesecake. There also seems to be some sake flirting going on here, which is probably the rice coming into play. The finish of this medium bodied brew is peppery and bright.

The 9.5% abv is quite mighty though it is highly disguised underneath all the interesting balancing of flavors going on. I can attest that these sneak up on ya.
Marvel the monocot at Kuhnhenn Brewing Co

Jan 21, 2019

RUBBER BLANKET "New Garbage Truck" 7inch


Comprised of Lars Finberg (A-Frames/Intelligence) and Jun Ohnuki & Brad Eberhard of Wounded Lion, Rubber Blanket isn't just the punchline to a sick burn that's best served at summer camp. It's also something that makes for waggish reverberations.

There's an ingenuous sense of wonder for the day to day mundane going on lyrically on this. Over a Warm Jets-ish Eno kinda thing that sounds like its sense of balance is corrupted and a melody of just a few notes, "New Garbage Truck" bounces about in an odd way while giving a detailed account of the newest trash hauler being spotted in the neighborhood.

It's flip, "Pedestrian Walkway", is about, the faces and things you see when while afoot in the city. A spartan synthy stroll which accompanies it helps keep thoughts chipper even if the crowd around is vexatious.
Go for a stroll at Spacecase Records

Jan 16, 2019

DIMESACK Says God Says Fuck You LP

With an album title likely copped from the Electric Eels and a pissed off & stoned attitude that makes a t-shirt design like Pantera's fist and pot leaf motif seem like it is instead covered with fluffy bunnies, I'm pretty sure I would want to be standing too close to creepy rubber masked man Mr. Sack when his temper starts to flare.


Though he's only assisted by a drummer, it often sounds like a group of cavemen here, hell-bent on bloodshed and constantly thirsty for the taste of gasoline. Beats hammer the deep into the cranium with stealthy psychic pneumatics while guitar strings turn to razorwire, flaying flesh and tangling up intestines.

The very fine line between the differences of the bad spirits that infest the souls of frazzled blues-punk devils and those of highly satanic metalists becomes even more blurred. This record is like a clock sticking midnight and then the two signed a most malevolent of pacts. Many gawked it from a distance. They did not live to see the morning.
Get cursed at Blak Skul

Jan 12, 2019

Smashin' Podsistors 45: You say ya wanna resolution...


Did you make any resolutions for the new year? Mine is to try to never act like Veruca Salt. There's an attention loving blob in this country who acts that way enough for an entire planet already.

What you'll hear: 

Lotti Golden - Get Together (With Yourself) 
Natural Man & the Flamin' Hot Band - Song About Your City 
Gargoyle Sox - Pink Little Playhouse 
Young Skulls - We're Gone 
Public Enemy - You're Gonna Get Yours 
-words from your host- 
Bad Sports - Living With Secrets 
The Mark Vodka Group - Shadow Of Your Former Self 
Priors - At Your Leisure 
Wire - Once Is Enough 
Donkey Bugs - Three Times Fast 
-words from your host- 
Hecks - The Thaw 
No Age - Soft Collar Fad 
Schizos - I'm Not a Sicko There's a Plate in My Head 
Royal Trux - White Stuff 
Rats - Turtle Dove 
-words from your host- 
 Jackson Politick - Psycho-mania 
 Ten High - Ursula 
 Cheater Slicks - Another Stab 
Junkpile Jimmy - Priest of Set 
 Halo of Flies - Headburn 
-words from your host-

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Jan 9, 2019

TROPICAL TRASH/BRUTAL BIRTHDAY split 7inch


Finding words to describe the heaviness that Tropical Trash dish out can be a bit challenging. It's a burly sort of heavy that is adept at thick mud lumbering but also can pivot into flashes of constant swiftness with the blink of an eye. It's a heaviness that often has a metallic and glaring sheen to it but it's also something much more cosmic along with being quite venomous.

It's sensical to pin the punk tag onto the band for their attitude and approach and the sound is not punk in a way Sluggo Smith used the word. It's menacing and disturbing. It's also got a freakin' groove too which gives their songs different shades from each other rather than the same paint by numbers thing over and over.

For this go-round, Tropical Trash's side, "Last Night Straight", is like a hulking piece of earth moving machinery. One that has been covered in moss that got its hydration from spilled bong water. It's spongy and earthy at the surface but deeper in, its relentlessness covers quite a wide berth.



Being that at least one member of Italy's Brutal Birthday is from the cabal of guitar feedback habitues known as Hallelujah!, I expected a bit of loud volume worship and a ton of splatter and I was not let down. Swampy and unhinged, "Facts" buzzes and stings like its inside the most psychotic of hornet nests and gives off a feeling similar to being beaten with a chain and then crawling across a public restroom floor that Grong Grong once spilled an execrable concoction of a cocktail on.

Get you alliteration on at Maple Death