Showing posts with label DYSTOPIA. Show all posts
Showing posts with label DYSTOPIA. Show all posts
Friday, January 16, 2015
Long Live The Cock
It's tough to top your debut album, especially when that auspicious release is Fresh White Reeboks Kickin Your Ass but San Fran supergroup Nigel Pepper Cock did exactly that with The New Way. Released just a year after their inaugural EP, their one and only full-length is chock full of old-school nods (Black Sabbath and Crass) as well as simple fucking sludgepunk slam. My favorite song is the metalcore-ish metal "Respect" - it seems so wonderfully unrehearsed and screams for a bloody mosh pit. The rest of it is a psychotically manic joyride of noise - I guarantee you will be pleasantly surprised by this one.
Labels:
DYSTOPIA,
HARDCORE,
NIGEL PEPPER COCK,
POST METAL,
SLUDGE
Thursday, September 4, 2014
Razor blade included...
I don't if this technically qualifies me as weird but there have been like 3 or 4 albums I've bought in my lifetime that came with a razor blade. This 7" is one of those exalted (offhand, others include GG Allin's Illegitimate Kids cassette and one of the Abruptum albums) and is probably my favorite. As usual, this was one of the "alternatives" in a Relapse Records order that fucking blew away the token grindcore tripe I had intended to order (sorry Dead Infection). While "Sleep" is a good but not great Dystopia track; "Lifeless" and especially "Fucked Upstairs" are easily my favorite Grief songs. I like Grief but their albums tend to get a bit looooong at times (yeah, yeah I know it's doom metal...) but these songs are amazing. I played the downtuned power chords to "Fucked Upstairs" half of my senior year in college so I could bang gothy art school sluts by pretending it was my own miserable song. I guess the joke is on you bitches! Except for that HPV. Enjoy.
Sunday, January 29, 2012
Yay For Me!
Well, over the last week I decided to give the blog one final go and re-upload everything I had onto one of the other file hosting sites. Hopefully that one won't be taken down because I don't think I have the patience to do it all over again! In celebration of coming back online I present to you Northern CA supergroup Nigel Pepper Cock and their debut EP Fresh White Reeboks... Kickin' Your Ass! Featuring members of Brainoil, Destroy, Skaven and Dystopia, the band tears through 4 tracks of surprisingly sludgey hard-rockin' metal. Their official bio reads:
"Our story begins with 6 young men who were all college buddies, and members of the fraternity ALPHA KI COCK. The fraternity already had a reputation as being the WORST at Stanford University before these guys enrolled, and when they finally did, the whole campus was reeking of testosterone, stale beer, and dirt weed. One day our heroes decided to head down to Spring Break in Palms Springs, for some pre-summer party action. On their way home, they got lost in the desert, searching for a gas station. This is where their cosmic encounter began that put them on their path today. Call it Kismet, call is psycho kinesis, all that is known is that meeting Rick the Desert Dick changed their lives forever. They now had a purpose, a reason to exist.
Soon after, the dudes dropped out of college and moved to the not so peaceful streets of San Francisco. After a few years saving money by doing “odd jobs” aka working for crooked pimps and political leaders, our boys of summer were able to acquire musical instruments, and with time and patience, they learned to master them as well. And soon that cosmic light was shining and three words fell from the lips of god, NIGEL PEPPER COCK..."
Soon after, the dudes dropped out of college and moved to the not so peaceful streets of San Francisco. After a few years saving money by doing “odd jobs” aka working for crooked pimps and political leaders, our boys of summer were able to acquire musical instruments, and with time and patience, they learned to master them as well. And soon that cosmic light was shining and three words fell from the lips of god, NIGEL PEPPER COCK..."
For more write to Mauz at Life Is Abuse and he will hook your white ass up. Enjoy.


Currently watching: The Company Men
Currently listening to: Da Lench Mob Guerillas In Tha Mist
Labels:
DYSTOPIA,
HARDCORE,
NIGEL PEPPER COCK,
POST METAL,
SLUDGE
Monday, September 12, 2011
Best. Compilation. Ever.
The thing about comps is they tend to let you down. Yeah, you buy it for the one band on it and end up clicking the "next" button a lot. Occasionally you stumble upon a diamond in the rough, though. The incredible Apocalyptic Convulsions 10" (this blog's first post and a watershed album for me), Judgement Night soundtrack, and hell, even the Easy Rider soundtrack. Included on that exclusive list is the above double 7" comp released in 2001, Twin Threat To Your Sanity. Whoever decided to compile these four sludge giants on wax deserves many a free bar tab in my book. Dystopia open with a soundcheck take (maybe before their oft-bootlegged KJFC show?) of "Diary Of A Battered Child," Noothgrush follow with an amazing live cover of Celtic Frost's "Procreation Of The Wicked," Bongzilla adds a live version of "Gestation" to the mix, and the godly Corrupted close this slab of smear with the epic "Nieve." Unbelievable bands, fantastic songs, easily one of the best releases of the last decade. Enjoy then kill yourself.

Currently watching: The Other Guys
Currently listening to: Disgorge Forensick
Labels:
BONGZILLA,
COMPILATION,
CORRUPTED,
DYSTOPIA,
NOOTHGRUSH,
SLUDGE
Sunday, February 7, 2010
dystopia [disˈtōpēə] NOUN An imagined place or state in which everything is unpleasant or bad, typically a totalitarian or environmentally degraded one.
Without a doubt, Dystopia is one of my favorite bands. Maybe it's because I have a subconscious kinship with any band that has a drummer/vocalist. Or maybe it's just because they play incredibly heavy sociological sludgey crust. The Aftermath is a compilation CD of their various splits and 7-inches, a great introduction to a band who is interested in actually writing songs instead of gurgling passages out of a medical manual. And for once, the many movie samples add to the songs instead of acting as boring album padding. What an amazing slab of misanthropic despair screaming for sympathy, "Socialized Death Sentence" and "Diary Of A Battered Child" are real standouts.
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