Out Brief Napalm, Happy Birthday to Ground Unicorn Horn’s 7″/CD-EP, 3/20/07

Ground Unicorn Horn gave us two songs before stepping back behind the veil, and for a lot of bands that wouldn’t amount to much–a drip of piss in the infinite toilet that is the music industry; a whisper in the hurricane that is the collected voice of humanity’s grand achievement.

Thing is, this band and these two songs a) don’t give a fuck about the music biz and b) are so intent on doing their own thing (their own way) that very few shits are given to adding to the fabric of history and culture.

Released 14 years ago today, these songs are relentless, innovative, beautifully harsh, and cover more territory in five minutes than entire LPs of music. Ground Unicorn Horn was some kind of mutant caustic hybrid of thrash, hardcore, scorched earth metal, noise, new wave, and prog (and sounds like none of that). Which makes sense seeing where these particular songs are calling from. The band was Justin Pearson (The Locust, Planet B, Deaf Club, Satanic Planet), Chris Hathwell (Moving Units, Festival of Dead Deer), Chuck Rowell (The Plot To Blow Up The Eiffel Tower, Crocodiles), and Amy Szychowski (Josh Taylor’s Friends Forever). This was a fine, weird, bright moment in music–a moment over fast but one that left a significant bootprint in the soft tissue of our back as it walked the other way.

Adam Gnade, author of Locust House, This is the End of Something But It’s Not the End of You, and Float Me Away, Floodwaters