Showing posts with label It's Trash. Show all posts
Showing posts with label It's Trash. Show all posts

May 16, 2018

RED MASS Rat Race 7inch EP

When Montreal's Red Mass first established themselves around a decade ago, I would most likely mention how the band was the brainchild of Roy V aka Choyce who was in bands such as Les Sexareenos, Daylight Lovers and the CPC Gangbangs. I would've then perhaps shared a story (the could be told on the record) of one of the adventures or experiences I had when hanging out with said bands.

I can't really do that now though. Details have faded a bit through the years. Particular points would seem almost like a lifetime ago. Such seems appropriate though as Red Mass sound doesn't really resemble the 'Reenos violent frat party riot, the Lovers red meat eatin' &a rye whiskey sippin' garage sound or the absolute RAWK action Gangbangs often kicked out (which also earn them the distinction of being one of the best live bands of their time.) Where those bands tended to bang something out from primordial instincts, in a lot of cases Red Mass is exceedingly more cerebral as well as bewitching in the way they approach particular dark corners of music.

Acting as a collective with the intentions of keeping things constantly fluid, it makes little sense to cite and compare one Red Mass record to another as, other than Roy and vocalist Hanna L Is Dead, who appears on the recordings from one occasion to another tend to be completely different. This makes each release have a common thread that runs through all of them but also has them sounding new and different than what has been heard by them before each time.

Traces agit-funk slithers its way through the choppy fuzz that drives the title track, making the listener wonder if any dancing to it should be some kind of snakelike twist or something a bit more spastic.


While that track is something that might fill the floor at a dance party I'd considered attending the other two would bum out any chemically enhanced groove ninnies (which plenty of them need to have happen to them anyway.) Erick Bradshaw of Cyanide Tooth/Maximum Ernst lends his dulcet tones and always sunny disposition to the jittery art punk of "Today I Die" while Xflanx of Brutal Knights and Dead Wife's RJ Smith sound like they're strangling each other over a gnarl of fervent hardcore on "Aggressive Tendencies."


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Jan 3, 2018

KLAZO Embarrassed Of Living LP

Photo by Henry Bruening III
The Greek word for scream is klazo. There's also a tic disorder called Klazomania. A person with klazomania will compulsively shout, grunt or cuss. Not much is known about the disorder but it has been linked to people who have suffered carbon monoxide poisoning or heavy alcohol abuse. It is usually brought on when the person is agitated.

London, Ontario's Klazo must have sat in a garage with some ratty car idling and a case of Laker Ice at their feet at least a few times for inspiration of the blown-out bluster that barks loud all over this spun at 45 rpm 12inch slab.

Did it make them all agitated too? Yes. Indeed it does. "The Race" could be placed in lowest of budgeted biker flicks which has a lot of scenes where gravel is kicked high and hard from the tires and into peoples faces. "Guided By Lasers" makes the curious want to stand and watch the band explode into a zillion bits with the hopes of grabbing some damaged grey matter with their bare hands.



Since these grousers do a cover of the Nubs "Job" it makes it easy for anyone with an opinion to start tossing around the KBD kind of punk rock comparisons but that thing runs deep here. If there isn't the sound of bottles breaking all over the place on tracks like "Give Me Eyes" it's because the phlegm coated and severely dented microphones on this shit-fi almost Black Metal kind of production simply didn't manage to pick them up. The sound prescription bottles stolen from grandma's house being emptied aren't heard either but "Germ Brain" and "Med-Functions" either but it would probably be no one's surprise if such cocktails were served while the tape was rolling either.


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Sep 17, 2017

NEO NEOS The Hammer Of Civilization 7inch EP

I feel like I got a severe case of whiplash after listening to this 4 song rager. Too arty and twisted to lump them into the New School of Old School Hardcore and maybe even too spazzed out and thrashy for some of the modern age synth punksters seem to be on every corner now, this outta Minneapolis clamorblabber inhabits some manic planet that inhabits the same sort of the creepy neighborhoods as the Coneheads (which, according to some internet tastemakers, they've gotten some joy out of trolling) and Lumpy & the Dumpers (Neo Neos commandant Connie Voltaire has even done his own take on their "classic" Huff My Sack.)

Their four songs on this record take that thing and make it even more agitated and jittery. All quick blasts of coniptions. Weird new wave gets smashed to bits and reassembled all wrong which makes it alright on "Puke Girl's Class" while something like "No Dancing" lives up to it's name as you probably the only kind of steps you can do it are some kind of whirling dervish that piss off some and really freak out the rest.




My ears are telling me that something happening on "Money Trash" involves something ripped off from Eddie Cochran's something else but really, is it robbery when you found in underneath a hairy pile of goo at a toxic waste dump site?



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