Sometimes in moments of uncertainty, violent art will give you the strength you need to persevere. As I write this, we will either get a racist, fascist pig for a president or a limp, gray, dishrag no one I know cares about or is excited about or puts much faith in. So, Get Hustle—the rasping, MORE…
Head Wound City’s debut EP, released 15 years ago today by Three One G, is a white-hot snarl of electrified barb wire, pink vomit, and motorcycles on fire, a tidal wave of broken glass, ninja stars, and anvils. It’s a record that hits hard and fast and leaves you wanting more—more pain, more thrash, more MORE…
The Bastard Noise contribution to this split 12” finds them in a deep, murky silence of various noise strains and warm electronics floating up from the darkness like phosphorescent jellyfish before sinking back down again. It’s a glorious, spacey quiet turn for a band well-loved for its cranial-drill aural warfare. The two Bastard Noise tracks MORE…
Who Are the Mystery Girls? A Novel in Serial Form Chapter 9 of 13, Davy Crockett and El Rey de los Verdugos By Adam Gnade When Tavis Gregory regained consciousness that Halloween night, he was lying on his side on the couch, blood dried to a crust under his nose and down his neck, chest MORE…
Seeing Camera Obscura is one of my earliest live show memories. I couldn’t tell you what year it was or where the band played or who I was with, but I remember how it felt standing in the darkness as a wide-eyed kid while Michelle, Duane, Bill, and Russell tore it the fuck up. The MORE…
Five years ago today, Three One G released this 7″ featuring two songs from the soundtrack to the Asia Argento film Incompresa. Maybe you’ve seen the movie, maybe you haven’t. Maybe you’ve heard the record, maybe you haven’t. Here’s a brief endorsement of both if you’re in the “haven’t” camp aka the “you’re missing out” MORE…
Who Are the Mystery Girls? A Novel in Serial Form Chapter 8 of 13, Tavis Gregory and General Tso By Adam Gnade Agnes, Marigold, and Norma stood in front of the white picket fence bordering Tavis Gregory’s front yard transfixed by the image inside. Rendered in bright, clear, well-lit detail through the frame of his MORE…
Few good things came out of the disastrous gloom spiral that was 2016. The year we gained Trump et al was also the year we lost David Bowie, Leonard Cohen, Carrie Fisher, Prince, etc, etc. It was the year of the Ghost Ship fire and the year of Brock Turner’s slap-on-the-wrist sentence. 2016 was the MORE…
There is absolutely nothing like Get Hustle. The band’s Three One G EP, Dream Eagle, released 18 years ago today, will never sound dated because it is an alien landing party, it’s an interdimensional being. The freeform cabaret marching band blues of tracks like “Pharaoh’s Horses” come out of nowhere. They’re too wild to be MORE…