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Showing posts with label Maryland. Show all posts

Aug 15, 2017

SICK THOUGHTS Songs About People You Hate


There seemed to moment or two not so long ago where one might have wanted to consider making a spreadsheet to keep track of what musical things Drew Owen was working. Along with a few other names there has been DD Owen, Chicken Chain, Black Panties, LSDOGS and, of course, Sick Thoughts.

While all of them have hurled rancor and heaved malignity at the world of dolts that surround each and everyone, it's the Sick Thoughts name that has really been his calling card. Having relocated from the USA to Finland in the last year, it might be easy to assume that he has been able to free his mind of all the rabble and weariness that is going on in this country, but ire and disgust are very strong and burning emotions and they're obviously still flaming hot in his heart and his head.

Ever light a wasps nest on fire? They'll all come out and then right at you like a flying, buzzing and angry yellow jacketed stampede. Now imagine setting fire to a wasps nest the size of a minivan. And they all got guitars. It probably would sound a whole lot like the record's opening blast "I'm Going Nowhere & I Don't Care."



The Oblivians and Reatard thing that's always thrown around when talking the Sick Thoughts in general still looms large but there are quite a few times where something that's much more wound up sonically than the rickety fidelity of yore that seems quite noticable. The smashy trashy destruction that drives things like "I Do What I Wanna Do" and "When I Think About You" is more akin to driving a tank through a brick wall inspired by Motorhead and built with extremely black metalloids.



One thing that I think will never disappear in my lifetime are Ramones clones. Not bands that dig the Ramones, but those kinds of bands that think the only good bands that exist are the Ramones and the bands that sound like a convenience store version of them. They've been an ire of mind for a loooong time now. It seems even weird here in the 21st century that there are still ones popping up every day let alone me still having to take a jab at them. They should be subjected to "Need No One." It's bubblegum but it doesn't taste like strawberry Flavor Aid. Kerosene though? Yes, it does taste like that. If they refuse to chew, shove their head on the grinding that's "NFM."



In a feel bad summer situation this country has been put in, this is the feel good record about feeling bad platter for the entire bummer.
Get it at Neck Chop Records.

Dec 4, 2016

DD OWEN S/T 12inch EP

     When sitting down to type out some word about this record I was going to take the angle of something like "More often than not when an artist decides to record under has own name after being associated with others, they tend to do something a little more introspective and personal. Sick Thoughts/Chicken Chain/Gluebags dude DD Owen though has always wore his heart on his sleeve."
     After I read the one sheet to the record though I found that it was taking the same angle. That just leaves me to talk about the songs themselves.
     Yeah, that heart on his sleeve things I mentioned early? I forgot to add that the sleeve is encrusted with the dried blood the heart has spewed out as well as it being puke stained and stinking but it's worn there none the less.
     "I Should Have Been Aborted" launches things off like the Heartbeakers throwing an adenoidal conniption fits and from then on in, it's pretty much good time celebration of all kindsa things negative and depraved. Fizzy carbonated buzzsaw's like "Shattered" and "Degenerate" make a greasy mess like the Reatards hacking up the Ramones and putting them into a deep fryer, "Son Of The Devil" summons a bong packed with rat poison to be lit and Fonzie rockers may find themselves lured in by "Low Life Baby" 50's feeling only to find out their flies in a web and about to be eaten by the most repugnant spider ever. Spin this record once and feel an infection coming on. It'll be the first of many times to follow because the sickness becomes infectious.
http://12xu.net

Apr 23, 2016

Stillwater Artisanal Ales Projector Readymade

     I've been shying away from IPA's (of the regular as well as the Imperial/Double/Triple of the breed) the last year or so. I used to quite a fiend for them. A roasty malt foundation with hops bringing things like funk, flowers, tang, bitters and bite. Outside of a few amazing new (to me) one I've just haven't been feeling a lot of them. Seems they want to be hop bombs and not much else. Roasty and sweet malts being told to go hide and don't come back out. No character. No complexities. I guess chewing on nothing but grapefruit peels and pine nibs for a couple hours isn't as appealing as it once was.
     This Imperial IPA from Maryland brewery Stillwater first got my attention because of the label design. It looked more like a Crispy Ambulance record cover than a beer label. It sent me some sort of message that this was not shooting to be another "I dare you" to a beardo walking his dog down to the coffee house. It seemed to be something different.
     Pouring hazy amber in color with a modest and creamy head, aromas start wafting through the air once it settles into the glass. Tangerines and papaya come to find first. Then some peaches and cherries. There's some candied bread in there too. It's all makes for a bold but well mannered scent.
     They use 5 different hops in this. On first sip you notice the levels and what they are there for. They don't taste all mashed together in some loud blare. It's more like they're part of an flavor orchestra. They all have their parts and they play them well. Fruits like mango and oranges sprinkled with black pepper and bitters first. Next it's some raw honey. Grassy (as in the lawn, lemon and Mary Jane) earthy dankness come along closely afterwards. As it breathes the middle and towards the end cherries, some white grape dryness and a bit of lime zing become more pronounced. The malts string it all together with sweet caramel and fresh bread. Watch out though, the abv hits 9% and it keeps itself unnoticeable until it pulls a sneak attack.
     Complexities, flavors and some innovation (they use flake rice in the malting process which will probably drive some people nuts due to its adjunct history.) Stillwater whipped up great one here.
www.stillwater-artisanal.com

Jun 6, 2015

CHICKEN CHAIN "Birth Of The Googus" LP

     The written buzz around the hive about this record is that it's Drew Owen of Sick Thoughts doing hardcore. The buzzing in the ear when listening to it is because, well, it's Drew Owen of Sick Thoughts doing hardcore.
     Now, to call this hardcore one needs to specify that this isn't the macho meathead stuff that rolled in sometime during the late 80s that gets fat guys with bald heads and goatees talking about when they remember Warped Tour before "it got all corporate." This hardocore is the kind that was made by the spazzy kids that got beat up by the macho meatheads for being "punk rock faggots" or whatever the insult of choice was at the high school you were attending.
     Sounding like they landed right in the middle of midwest hardcore of yore such as Die Kreuzin and the damaged rage of more recent bands like the Bad Noids, these eleven songs clock in about twenty minutes total and not a second is squandered from smearing vitriol.  Caught on tape in scuzzed and crackled quality, guitars sounds seriously mauled as the blare and grunt, the drummer probably starts to worry that his arms are going to fly off if he's asked to play even faster and the singer probably takes a break between each song to guzzle curdled milk and swallow some gravel to keep his voice in top shape.
     It's all heads down and running straight into a burning warehouse that stores bleach and other toxic items used in households every day. Even if they come out in one piece, this is an audio equivalent of the long lasting aftereffects of the exposure to them.
www.snotreleases.com

Oct 13, 2014

SICK THOUGHTS "Coming Over" 7inch

     On what seem to be their 100th release in the last year Sick Thoughts show no sign of slowing down soon. Masterminded by Baltimore, MD teenage Drew Owen, their songs explode with a lo-fi scuzz that splatters gooey filth over the high school halls. To cover up their tracks and keep from getting the blame of the malicious destruction the band plots a way of burning the building down.
     Because of the blown out sound and the age of the brain that is behind the bedlam the first couple of Reatards records gets bandied around often as a reference point. And sure, the adolescent ranting & raving and snotball rockin' does land them in the same camp but the late Jay isn't the only thing these malcontents have used to treat their burning itch.
     "Coming Over" blasts out of the speakers all overdriven and with enough scum to set a fire in the guts of the world's GG Allin fan. The guitar solo that sounds like it bound by barbed wire and then thrown down a hill of broken glass then comes along to aggrandize the point.
     Things then get spun up even more with "I Didn't Know" The song makes it point in less than a minute which is a good thing because it it went on any longer turntables may detonate. This record then wraps up with it's longest track, the almost two minute long "Remember", that answers the question "What if the Pagans made a single for Rip Off Records."
www.goingunderground.storenvy.com