People talk a lot about music being confrontational, but how often is it really? Especially in regard to anything on the “punk” spectrum, “confrontational” is generally shorthand for “loud and snotty.” When music is actually confrontational, it can hurt. It can aggravate you. Piss you off. Take for instance Lou Reed’s Metal Machine Music. What MORE…
We are giving away a super limited pressing of the first Run for Your Fucking Life 7″ EP! The record is limited to 50 copies with this alternate hand numbered cover. The 7″s will randomly be sent out to 50 people who preorder the self-titled LP before the release date! To enter for a chance MORE…
I’m not ready to go to shows yet. Maybe it’s the vaccination rates in this part of the world (absolute shit) or the fact that Midwest people get militant about their “freedom.” Maybe I’m just spooked after a year and a half of not wanting to die. Either way, been thinking a lot about shows MORE…
Lil’ Cassidy Nguyen disappeared one day. No calls. No emails. Our friends talked about it incessantly. “Incessantly” is a strong word, a word that leans toward exaggeration, but incessantly is the best way to explain it. Cassidy’s brother Duong filed a missing person’s report three days after she vanished. He called the cops. None of MORE…
Death Eyes lost its vocalist Alberto Jurado last year and in turn the world lost a force of nature, a magnetic gem of hardcore punk, and a true-blue rock ‘n’ roll animal. Two years prior to Alberto’s passing, the band released their Si La Revancha Fuera Una Opción EP on Three One G, five brief MORE…
SATANIC PLANET is the creation of Lucien Greaves (The Satanic Temple co-founder and spokesperson), Luke Henshaw (Planet B, Sonido de la Frontera), Dave Lombardo (Slayer, The Misfits, Mr. Bungle, Suicidal Tendencies, Dead Cross), and Justin Pearson (The Locust, Dead Cross, Swing Kids, Deaf Club). With the birth of Satanic Planet, hip-hop producer Henshaw and punk MORE…
There’s something special about a discography release. All the gems in one bag. Everything you want in a single place, ready when you are, generous to the hilt because everything truly is everything. I have a book of everything Shakespeare wrote. It’s about six inches thick and weighs somethin’ like 15 fucking pounds. You can MORE…
Sitting at our table at Rancho’s waiting for our food, Lil’ Cassidy tells me about the time she did coke with a former mayor of San Diego. She says it was last summer at a mansion on the cliff overlooking Black’s Beach, and she only went because she knew a girl who was going and MORE…
In the months following the Second World War, high-ranking Nazi war criminals were ferreted off to South America by way of “rat lines,” elaborate escape systems, often funded (and encouraged) by the Catholic Church. Adolf Eichmann to Argentina. Mengele to Brazil. I have researched this and have found no record of a post-war Nazi presence MORE…
Jaks was a howling force of nature, a shriek from the Beast, a mouthful of blood spat in your face. The songs on their anthology CD, Here Lies the Body of Jaks, are a kind of gothic prog nightmare with guitar riffs diverging in more directions than a game of Scrabble, as the drums and MORE…