Showing posts with label MISERY. Show all posts
Showing posts with label MISERY. Show all posts
Sunday, January 19, 2014
26-16
FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!
Yet another fucking loss to fucking Peyton Manning and that worthless fucking shitstain of a caretaker coach John Fox. What a fucking sorry excuse for a fucking leader that fat blowhard fuck is. Way to have the shittiest game of your career Brady, picked a fucking good one to look like a fucking back-up pussy throwing watermelons to the sidelines. Un-fucking-believable.
Even more unbelievable is the fact that Wolfpac got their shit together enough in between the porn, juggalos, wrestling and general overweight idiocy to get another album together which sounds like the second coming of Bloodhound Gang circa 1995. Hilarious, kickin' and highly fucking recommended. Go NFC.
Labels:
BLOODHOUND GANG,
MISERY,
RAP,
WOLFPAC
Monday, November 25, 2013
Saturday, October 5, 2013
Desolation
In the mood for some suicidal, desperate, bleak-ass drone? In the cancerous vein of Otesanek (who I'm sure were inspired by these guys) comes Khanate - the eminent purveyors of absolutely minimalist doomcore. Somewhat of a sludge supergroup comprised of members from Burning Witch (vocalist with whom you'll definitely hear his influence), OLD and Blind Idiot God; Khanate slowed the tempo even more and upped the feedback. Of course - as with all bands of this ilk - there's a point reached where the song just turns into background noise but Khanate keeps it somewhat fresh with a chord change here and there and some pretty psychotic vocal nuances. Keep skinning those cats guys. Try to enjoy.
Sunday, February 5, 2012
Fucking kill me please...
Why am I not dead? My soul is dead. My team is dead. My organs feel like I have a blender buried deep inside my colon that is having fun with the 12-pack of 16oz tall boys I have been subsisting on since 6:00. Enjoy it Mr. Cancer. When I finally get around to having a doctor shove a tail pipe up my ass in ten years under the guise of a colonoscopy only to find out you're all metastasizing and shit inside my alcohol-soaked nether regions I'll wonder who'll be laughing last. Tom Coughlin it fucking won't be. Chuh-CHICK! What a fucking miserable existence. Die everyone.
Labels:
MISERY
GO PATS!!!!!
I can barely sit still. I forced down a few slabs of Totino's to make up for the copious amounts of alcohol I am about to drink to make it through XLVI without having ventricular fibrillations. Go Pats. Beat the fucking Giants. I am out.


Currently watching: Howling 2: Your Sister Is A Werewolf
Currently listening to: Jimi Hendrix Band Of Gypsys
Labels:
MISERY
Friday, December 16, 2011
Got A Needle For Your Eye...
I see a lot of varied admiration for GG Allin's stuff on the ol' interweb. Most folk are okay to admit to cherishing the early Jabber days of a young, confused New Englandah belting out some off-color snotcore while some cite his final Murder Junkies material as the tightest. Few however, recommend (or even recognize) the absolute depths of alcoholism, drug abuse, loneliness and misery showcased on his 1989 Suicide Sessions release. The third (and last) album from his contract with Homestead Records, ol' Gerard Cosloy didn't even bother pressing this one to wax, it oozed out as a cassette-only release and would have probably fallen into general obscurity had GG not died and it not been re-packaged years later by Awareness Records (paired with the sadly tepid Anti-Social Personality Disorder). I know "I Live To Be Hated" kinda became a staple of his live shows near the end but really, that is probably the one track on this album which had any live playability other than "Dagger In My Heart" (which I still think is one of the most approachable songs he ever wrote) and I've never heard that played live. From what I gather, Sessions was supposed to be a Scumfuc reunion album, but with all the aliases his former bandmates have used it's tough to tell. Regardless, Suicide Sessions is a masterpiece. Its absolutely nonexistent production elevates it to legendary status with a grittiness and feedback that bands like Eyehategod feverishly strive for in the studio. Each track overflows with an assault of EQ levels so far off the map that some points simply turn into a wall of noise. And if you remember GG from that era it's a perfect sonic snapshot of a man's spiral downward. From the pounding repetitiveness of "Cornhole Lust" and "Shit On My Prick" to the weird "Lilliana Phone Fucker" and absolutely bizarre "I'm Dying, I'm Dying, I'm Dead," GG was at his apex of being a fucked-up scum and absolutely not giving a fuck - all that would change with his arrest less then a year after the album's release. For me, while I like some of the post-prison stuff GG made, Sessions was a real high point to the end of an era. I dig seeing a total id at work; same reason I like watching junkies on Intervention; not because they're potentially getting clean but for the first 45 minutes where they are constantly high and could not give less a fuck about anything around them. I'm amazed the guy was able to cobble together 17 tracks in a basement somewhere (which is really where it sounds like it was recorded) in between a daily regimen of bottles and lines. To me, it's his best. You can find relatively good rips of Suicide Sessions all over the internet but I haven't yet seen any direct from the cassette so here ya go. For anyone who cares, the Awareness re-release cuts out the long dirge "Jailed Again" (which may have prompted the moniker Best Of The 'Suicide Sessions' that Aware-One uses) most likely due to CD timing restraints so enjoy if you've never heard it in all its lo-fi glory. Keep an ear out for some great half-second snippets of GG and the band chatting between songs - classic shit.
7/29/14 update: Just re-upped a brand new 320kbps rip of the original Homestead cassette. Removed a lot of the tinny high-end from the previous rip - sounds pretty devastating. Enjoy.

Currently watching: Subconscious Cruelty
Currently listening to: The Dismemberment Plan Emergency & I
Monday, January 17, 2011
Why Did It Have To Be The Fucking JETS!?!?
What a Fucking Disaster yesterday. Of course the Pats decided to play their worst game of the fucking season at the worst time in the season (if you don't count the last time the Jets rolled up on our asses and came back to beat us in Game 2 - and we'll just never mention Superbowl XLII again). What an absolutely abyssmal end to one of the funnest Patriot seasons to watch in a while. I'm still in shock. Oh well, only 9 long months until the start of the 2011 season... Go Steelers!

Currently watching: Star Wars
Currently listening to: Whale We Care
Labels:
MISERY
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