Holy shit. This month, Hard Case Crime is releasing a long-lost crime novel by the late noir director Samuel Fuller (Pickup On South Street, Shock Corridor, etc). Too braindead to expand on this right now but some of you ( nickminichino & I’m guessing aintgotnoladytronblues for starters) will get why I’m totally geeked about this.
Sworn In - Snake Eyes (content warning, see note at bottom before you watch this)
This band has gone from “haven’t heard them but they seem like they’ll be crappy” to “this is better than I expected” to “feel guilty about how much I like this” to “FUCK IT I LOVE THIS SHIT” in the space of like two weeks. These guys love to use those cheesy guitar squeals 90s metalheads will remember from "Becoming" by Pantera, plus the singer likes to lead into breakdowns by going “Huuuaacchhh” like he’s coughing up a hairball (see 1:33 in this video). And I LOVE ALL OF IT. It’s so heavy. The riffs make me want to punch inanimate objects and the vocals mingle just the right amount of cheesy nu-metal melodrama into a mostly pretty brutal metalcore approach. This is just the perfect blend of heavy as fuck and totally embarrassing, it’s like they genetically engineered it so I’d love it way too much. And god help me, I do. I really really do.
*—this video has some disturbing suicide-related imagery in it, which is made grosser by virtue of vaguely romanticizing it. I don’t approve of that at all, but if anything it just seems even more appropriate in a “you’re not gonna be able to avoid feeling guilty about liking this band” sort of way.
The ideal number of barbecue sauces for Sheetz chicken fingers is 2. If I order an extra one, I get 3… but if I don’t, they only give me 1. It never fails. Better too much than too little, I suppose, but then I always wonder if I could have saved 40 cents.
They haven’t seen me since I had a beard and my hair was my natural color. There’s no way I can hide that I shaved the beard and have pink and black hair now, but I’m torn between removing nail polish/not putting on makeup that day, and just showing up to meet them looking like I do every day now and making them reckon with it. The pink hair is probably gonna be a hard enough sell but god damn it I’m 38 years old and I hate feeling like I have to hide anything about myself they’ll have a problem with just to get through a three-hour in-person encounter with them. But let’s be real, I’m totally gonna chicken out on the nail polish/makeup thing. Because if there’s one thing I’ve learned about my parents, it’s that it’s easier just to feed them a palatable lie than to ever let them know the messy truth.
This is also why I’m the only member of my family who isn’t Facebook friends with anyone I’m related to.
I’m suddenly obsessed with these things. I keep buying them whenever I’m in gas stations. It’s like I’m 11 years old again.
Recent cassette acquisitions: The World Is… - Formlessness, Gnarwhal/Woozy/Ex-Breathers/Ovlov 4-way split, Deism - Geek Monster, Revolver-Baby’s Angry, XTC - Oranges & Lemons, Urban Dance Squad - Mental Floss For The Globe, Was (Not Was) - What Up Dog?
‘Ambition Now’ by Snapcase
Why’d it take me so fucking long to get into later Snapcase stuff? I loved the Steps EP and then for some reason just quit listening. I can see why all the tough guy kids got sick of them, but if anything that should have been a reason for me to like them more. Oh well, better late than never.
‘Maggot Brain (live in Rochester MI 1971)’ by Funkadelic
George Clinton isolated Eddie Hazel’s guitar solo on the studio version of this song, and it’s amazing, but this live version featuring the entire band shows entirely different dimensions to the song that are well worth hearing. The result might even be better than the studio version (as blasphemous as such a statement might be).