Tuesday, August 26, 2008

swimmin' in piss.. UPDATE.

hey.. p.twist web log is on temporary hiatus while i get to work on a print issue, scheduled for release at the end of september. no posts 'cause for the time required, and my not wanting to dump all'a my 'creative resoruces' into this blog. i mailed off a page last week to daniel-x (of straightjacket nation, distort zine notoriety) for inclusion in the next "kill or maim" comp zine.. so depending on whether that gets out before the full length will determine primitive's debut print appearance.. stoked!!!!!!!!

tentative line up for mag;
drunkdriver, stick men w/ raygun, circle pit interviews.. (plus maybe 1 or 2 more)
record reviews...
articles to be announced at a later time.

if you're interested in contributing to the zine w/ rec reviews, photo's, pontification etc.. please let me know asaspsasp. 

some good new records i've been jammin' to:
lakes - cloven lp
corndawg - s/t lp
bad boy butch batson - lp
brainbombs - live lp
new violent students cd
flower travellin' band - satori reissue
blank realm - everything!!

also here's an interview with melbourne band PATHETIC HUMAN that i've neglected posting for a bit.. their tape entitled "unexpected death" is still availalbe from the stained circles recording label, and is a stellar example of modern hardcore played in an abrasive noiserock manner... j)oel.. l)iam..t)om..b)ryce

1) is this yr first i/v for a webzinelog? how do you feel about blogs? blog vs. print zine??

t. print zine 'cos you can't wipe your ass with a computer, even though we are rocking a fair nerd status at the moment. blogs we dig; saturn masque, sweat lung, distort, sabbatical, etc.
l. print zines because i like the sensation of touching things with my hands...

2) if you cold make an acronym for B.L.O.G what would it be?? how about bacon, Lettuce, Onion and Guacomole (as in for a sandwich)?? any vegans in the band??

b. boiled little ovaries = gourmet.
l. breaking laws over genitals.
t. no vegans in the band. 2 vegos, 1 sellout and 1 chiller.

3) when did the band start, and why? could you tell somethin' interesting about each member??
what kinda lives do you live etc..

t. 'cos miso-maniax broke up, you need something to do, eh.
l. bored, restless, sick of smoking weed and you need a band to reflect the insanity of every day life.

4) pathetic human is my favorite kinda hardcore band. that what plays fast, raw hc hardcore, in a sort of noisy/r'n'r playing field. lo-fidelity, raw, blown out etc. was this what you intended for the band, or does it just turn out this way.. naturally??

t. we wanted it to be raw and really dirty like melbourne train lines and hutchies baby springa. we of course achieved it because we're mad cunts.

5) what are the bands influences, musically and non-musically speaking?

t. booze, weed, crawf's dvd "no cum dodgers allowed", black metal, turbo-violence, no-wave.
l. space, medicinal plants, psychedelic experiences, raw uk hip-hop, forest adventures.
j. carpathian, parkway, getaway plan and other real hardcore.

6) are there any modern/current/local bands you feel a kind of 'affinity' towards, and howso??

t. final draft, hoi pinoi, axrxmx and new cali pv.

7) "Downsided" Vs. Crossed Out s/t 7", and for what reasons??
t. downsided. it's flat chat. bryce says the same.
b. lamnent.
l. crossed out.

8) what are your thoughts on guy from local emo band "i am the prom queen" appearing on channel 10's syndicated show big brother? do you think this is in any way contributed to the show being cancelled after it's 8 year on-air run??

t. what is big brother and who the fuck is crafter?
l. forest > tv.

Friday, August 15, 2008

..they will never be divided.. SIC ALPS 'United' 7"

SIC ALPS "United" 7"
It takes either a pair of considerable girth or plain ‘ole ignorant naivety to attempt a Throbbing Gristle cover in this day and age, and as is evidenced on this single-sided one-sider, which contains only one side of vinyl worth of music, California duo SIC ALPS is packin’ knickers. Their shambolic, just right-fi take on “United” is a you-bloody-ripper!!…one which manages to transfuse metallic, hollow industrial into a jangly, psychedelic high-end burn, blowing Crispy Ambulance’s mumbling art-fag rendition outta’ conscious memory (thank Christ fer that!). What were creepy little early-worms trapped in a mechanical cocoon, in this rendition has blossomed into a crittery & glittery butterfly. Watch out though ‘cause them spores hold a CANON of venom, and of that you can be sure. This is psych-pop music unmistakably for NOW, what’d leave John’s and Pauls’ and Marc’s of past frothing at the mouth w/ vengeance & deliria and wondering why THEY couldn’t come up with a few more these numbers “back in the day”. I’m such an asshole collector, sorry BIG FAN OF THIS ROCK GROUP, that I had to go 'n get all four colour variants of the fuckin’ thing. It sounded exactly the same on every one, ‘cept for that the golden boy (limited to 200 copies) what was caked with some factory dust residue, which in effect produced a slurred, crackling sound. Very, very nice single; probably the quintessential ‘Alps 7” artifact to date. (important records)

The new LP also, is a good thing.

Friday, August 8, 2008

Play 'n rate...Another month, another wad

BLACK ORPHAN “s/t” 7”:
Minimal synth cassettencombinat from a former member of Das Spits (not the femme fronted Nuclear Crayons-styled band from Sydney, but that stoopid ass ‘Merican g.punk one), w/ a frontal lobotomy induced sense of d’uh-umor. Kind of like if that Blank Dog fella were genuinely retarded rather than just ‘dark’ and ‘mysterious’. Excellent glow-in-the-dark sleeve, with a couple minor design variants. (UFO Dictator)

BUSTER PUNTER ‘Jesus Is Coming’ CD:
Distorted pub-punk-thud been blabbered over by slurred, spoken word bogan philosophy. Picture Bad Boy Bubby wingin’ through his best Mark E. Smith impression, while fronting a poorly rehearsed Aztecs cover band. I prefer potato chips w/ my Toohey’s but sometimes I’ll open a pack’a salted nuts. (Forest St. Records)

Future/primitive who’s-hidin’-in-that-bunker noise in a Residents/ Suicide/ Primitive Calculators kind of way, OR clinical synth driven skronk from an underground Mind Kampf. Not so much apocalyptic as it is stuck in intensive care. Members of just about every other Seattle band worth’a shit (Fatcunts, A.F.C.G.T.A.C.G.T.C etc). (Self Released)

Hey, here’s a coupl’a welcome + ESSENTIAL pieces of archival drip which from whence they came was darned revelatory… (Messthetics/DATW)

LEPER PRINT ‘Coma’ 7”:
…what makes for an apt segue-way into this brand new banger, from 'cross the pond. Totally CHARMING one man UK DIY via Portland, Oregon. Skeletal and swamped in echo, with the propulsive bombast of an OG Messthetic (like for instance, Dry Rib/D&tW) or happy, Happy Squid. Great shit! (Die Stasi)

NERVE CITY ‘Sole Survivor’ CS:
Cassingle (huh?) of reverb-heavy “outsider” hum which’s fast becoming run of the mill in the market, with enough going for it to shtick. Namely a decent set of guitar driven tunes which bring to mind such luminaries as the Velvet Underground (ca. Venus in Furs) and The Velvet Underground (ca. Sister Ray). I much prefer the Pink Noise, whose bedroom baked guitar’n synth crunch is entirely rooted in o-d-d, also the long haired, cheesesteak fed psych/blues/dylan amalgam of Kurt Vile; I like that more too, but that’s writing for another time. (Self Released)

An r’n’r platter as tasty as what the Anals brought, who’re part of that same French punk conglomerate of sleaze/dirt/glam (La Grande Triple Alliance Internationnale de L'Est). Stews in a broth of post-industrial thawk a’la D.A.F/U.S. Maple with a smutty, cum spayed disco bent. Into it. (Tanzprocesz)

LTD to 1000 edition reissue of what’s a late 60’s West Coast acid/psych monster. Guitar driven and laden with sound effects; strong experimental leanings creep from a molten-pop core, washed out w/ a couple-tab’s-in-the-kool-aid. Are you experienced?! (Tapestry)

SCREAM “Still Screaming” LP:
This’s an interesting mix of prevailing early 80’s harDCore styles spread over a diverse and well rounded long player.. An over reliance on gang vocals (and general weak vocal delivery) and some slowed down, bass driven, almost skalite tracks hinder what’s otherwise a beaut. “New Song” is a veritable DCHC classic. (Dischord)

UV RACE – s/t 7”:
Baw baw blues..Outta’ control kids.. I fuggin DIG this crews’ sloppy garage punk played with the incompetent kick of The Godz, and the agitation of Die Electric Eels. Real-deal anthems for Australia’s yewth (yo!), what’s looser than yr sister’s snarky button clad blue-haired friend, and funner’n a jumbo set of lego, man! Rythmn section is comprised of Straightjacket Nation members, Australia’s best jazz ensemble. (Aarght!)

WICKED AWESOMES “Information Entropy” 7”:
“Hooray for everything” themed pop-punk in the vain of Busted! and/or (latter day) Fountains of Wayne. At least that’s what’s expected (was hoping for?) given the band name. It’s branded Almost Ready Records, so one sharn’t know quite what to expect b’fer listening. What I heard was wobbly, off-centre and near surf-sounding punk melodies w/ vocals what at times sound like the lead-into-chorus bit from Ballroom Blitz. B-side sounds entirely different to that description. Absurdity! I do like the out of timeyness of this single. But I still like “Stacy’s Mom” more. (Almost Ready)

ZOLA JESUS – s/t 7”:
Lastly, here’s more from the crimson wave (eww...) of Lafayette, Indiana, and its multilayered fuzz trapped under key-driven primitivism, ripe w/ pop hooks. A handful of tracks and each has an I-can’t-put-my-finger-on-it aura to it, which invites repeated listens. Released by the same bloke who handled the Leper Print EP. It’s pretty good. (Die Stasi)

Thursday, August 7, 2008

Saccharine Thrust.. Snickers LOADED Bar

11am smoko break- the local SPAR (Dutch-born equivalent of 7-11) was fresh out of steak ‘n bacon pies, so on impulse and w/ hungry desperation, I turned to the confectionary aisle; which I’ve generally avoided in the past on account of my never having much of a 'sweet tooth' with regard to junk-food. Convenient placement and a "special introductory price" led me straight to a Snickers ‘Loaded’ bar, which I flipped a couple coins on the counter to be collected by the friendly Indian guy on-shift (he was out back at the time, cig'rit hanging from his hair lip and hunched over the paper) for. As far as I can tell, the difference between a regular Snickers and the loaded variant is that the peanut quotient has been upped to the nth degree. What results is a generous nut-to-choc ratio similar to that of Ferrero Rocher, with which it also shares a kind of choc/ nut “layout”, in its use of many roasted fragmented peanuts lightly coated in a layer of milk chocolate. It also has the delicate, light texture of F.R, which is refreshing in an age of dense cadbury slabs and “kingsize” portions. Just as with the regular ed, LOADED contains a hint of caramel that doesn’t overwhelm like MARS’ patented sludgy sugar-goo overkill. As far as candy is concerned, there’s nothing less appealing than a brittle shell of chocolate what’s been packed to the brim with a sickly ooze fer filling. Nu'uh.. The caramel/nut combo were complimented by a solid layer of fudge-like nougat, givin' one (literally) somethin' to chew on. A couple bites and it’s evident that this’s a fuckin’ G.O.O.D. (G' oo' oo' d) piece of candy. So whiles I’ve never been the biggest advocate of packaged candy eats, in Snickers newest offering I’ve found one which I’d not hesitate to consume with regularity, having scoffed down three in the last week alone. The Mr. T advertisement campaign (“GET SOME NUTS!”) is tired and ineffective, much like the man 'imself, but does not reduce the pleasure one receives from this bar in terms of sheer taste. LOADED is a product still new to the bloated confectionary market; I urge all readers to hound for these treats w/ frequency, lest the product go into recession.

Wednesday, August 6, 2008

Oh Lord, Mine Will Rise..CoY LP

CULT OF YOUTH “A Stick to Bind, A Seed to Grow” LP
Show me a person who can buy all the vinyl what blips across their radar, and I’ll show you someone with far too much money and time to waste (srsly guy, buy a push bike or pick up a habit or volunteer to help old folk slip into their depends or SOMETHING). I’m at the point in my record purchasing/independent decision making life to know that if I’m not at least 95 percent sure that I’ll dig the product, than I should just leave the pup alone. If that policy reads a little toight and allows for a couple gems to slip through ‘mongst the turd, well shit I can live with it... and I’m sure they’ll be a trusted source to pick up the flack and hip me to ‘em. After all, there’s only so many times you can get burned before you stop playing with matches all together. OK great, but havin’ said that I gotta stand up and test-i-fy that a burning candle can be a damn PURDY thing…So in the honored name of contradiction (ha!), I paid for this LP amongst a batch of others recently, entirely unsure of what to expect and whether it were worth the $15 what it set my person back. All I knew was it were from New York, and released by the infantile Dais records, whose (so far entire) discography includes a great pre-Gristle Genesis P.Orridge LP reissue and a 7” of harsh noise electronics which I never got because in my limited experience w/ this particular genre/city mix I’ve come to understand that I can’t fuckin’ stand harsh noise electronics from New York. Suffice it to say I took a chance on the CoY, and in all honesty I can’t rightly tell ya why.. I guess I just liked the look of THAT album cover (dig that embossed/foil stamped gold font across deluxe-gatefold packaging), which I’d been staring at all doe-eyed the past couple of weeks while it sat in a corner of my room which my mind relegated as a “to-get-to” zone, before I finally got round to playing the thing. Given the band name, + Dais-pedigree I was expecting a postindustrial, noise based skullfuck of a record. Y’know violent, mechanical and aggressively experimental. What I got was lush and orchestral; martial, neoclassical… and aggressively experimental (that’s a lotta “al’s”!!). This LP is, to the very extent that a piece of pure music could possibly be, a theatrical affair. Kinda like if a pagan Phantom of the Opera type figure were hoisted out of solidarity and rushed into a N.Y. recording studio full’a synth machines and acoustic guitars (and laptops, and effect pedals, and drum machines, and chimes n’ bongo’s and assorted stringed instruments), to record tunes what sound like the images in his head LOOK like. That isn’t to say these songs are unrehearsed or even a tad under-developed. Oh, quite the contrary. Numbers range in execution from exp. gothic cabaret-pop to woodsy + classical neofolk. Each track is meticulously crafted, with layer upon layer, upon lay-er of vocals and instrumentation. The lyrics are dramatic and deeply symbolic, in that they try to inspire visuals through both literal and metaphorical devices, mostly dealing w/ silly little things like love, hope, existence and the quest for/rejection thereof. Very heady in a style which borders on kitsch, but entirely tolerable and even, oddly amusing (though when the deal in occultism, ya don’t know WHAT to do). Vocals alternate between a ruffled nasal bark, and depressed, mumbling drawl, w/ a croon to make Glenn Danzig’s weep the world over. There’s elastic in his octaves, I tell you what. So too do these tunes seem content to switch-up styles and take-a-look-around. Certain tracks blend so many separate sounds, styles and approaches that they’re fragmented into somethin’ what sounds entirely new, if grounded by a traditional central aesthetic. I’ve put off mentioning this so far from fear of a flood of ticked emails from objective types w/ headlines such as “Hey Bigoted Asshole” and “Well let me tell ya somethin’ about what I think of you, ya sonnofabitch”, but I feel obligated as a self-appointed describer of music to explain to you that this LP is very gay and homosexual sounding. And I don’t mean it in a way which I’d want for you to “construe” as a detriment (and you can’t honestly tell me you weren’t thinkin’ that I was gonna wind up here, what with the Lloyd Webber reference and use of faggot terms like “cabaret” and “theatrical”). It’s just that “A Stick To Bind..” will likely appeal to moody adolescent males who spend their weekends under the shade of tall maple oak’s in colonial wear whilst struggling to understand the nature of their heads and erections; who could file it comfortably alongside their Death in June, Sol Invictus and Slapshot records. Hell, I’d take this over the Smiths any day of the week, and I bet S.R’d eat that wanker Morrisey for breakfast (hey, get yr minds’ outta the gutter!). Look, bottom line is listening to this LP will NOT get you any pussy, but don’t fret ‘cause you probably wouldn’t even want to poon the kindsa girls who’re into it, and they sure as shit don’t wanna screw you. Deal with it. Then deal with your feelings.