29 July, 2013

Humilific before the Horrific.

Unworthy supplicants, rise from where you kneel so that you may better drape me in your clumsy-tongued honorifics. 

I will not condescend to excuse my absence except to explain that I've written at least five short stories so far this summer, not to mention the novel I've started, or all the weed, speed and shreddin' I've done. 

However, occasionally, yours unruly takes a break from thrashin' IRL to hand out a new miracle for the droves of his faithful biters. 

This installment sees the canonization of Helsinki's Cardinals Folly latest record, Strange Conflicts of the Past; a compilation of early material. 

You'll find this on other blogs, but ripped from bandcamp, in 128 kbps. This, however, is an exclusive Dower Rip, Total Refuse, my Feel Bad Jam of the late, pseudo-autumnal summer. Presented in 320 kbps. Brought to you by Mort Montagne Construction, INC.; in collaboration with my new Larrytown apartment.

22 June, 2013

Git facked!

This post is for Steve and Sam and anyone else who needs to clench their fist and bare their teeth and feel the music slam against them like memories of a hard, dark past.

Total Refuse!

(when "Conditioned to Death" comes back in . . . that's the moment you realize it's been gripping your balls the entire time! )

11 June, 2013

Coping with loss

If you're gonna run from your problems at least jam this.

An emotional breakdown and ur moshing! 


Free download on their bandcamp - now that's a bargain!


Practice being a corpse.


Y'all got room for one more up there?


07 June, 2013

2 Pall Bearaz

Only gonna need 2 pall bearaz cuz my dudes're tough and my coffin'll be empty cuz that shit's gonna be faked.

(These are, like, the only records of Paul Chain's impressive discography that I've been able to find. If you've got any others, please send them to me.)

03 June, 2013

American Metal Classics

 Or; While You Posers were Listening to Papa Roach or The fucking Shins

It's good to look back on the records I listened to in high school and be like: "Fuck yeah!" I didn't know a lot about the classics back then, but I knew what was good at the time. Sure I liked Atreyu's first record, but - in my own depends - that record has riffs. And that's one thing I have always loved: fuckin' riffs, y'all! ('Specially them fuckin' riffs that fuckin' riff for fuckin'!)

And Baltimore's Darkest Hour has riffs like that charming city has multitudes of drug-related homicides. Of said riffs my buddy Ben once remarked that the two guitars sound like they're chasing each other. Which is one of the best descriptions of their sound I've ever heard. I'm not sure what the past couple albums have sounded like, cuz I've never bothered checking them out, but these first two full lengths they put out during the turn of the millennium were ground-breaking. Faster 'n' meaner'n a mother, heavy as fucking shit and pretty fucking intelligent, too. Hell yeah. Fuck. Yeah.

22 May, 2013

Hatred for the Sacred

Faithful vermin, though I do not need or care for your forgiveness, I am not entirely loath to apologizing for my long, cold absence. I've been spending my nights carving a righteous path through the cemetery, jamming the trailblazers and tunnel-diggers of our common pleasure, and thinking, with stony hilarity, of my ever-attentive and lately neglected supplicants. What's ponderous, though, is how you all keep coming maugre my inconsistency. I suppose it's because you're still happily struggling through all the canonized refuse, trying to decipher that forsaken ephemera. Even still, the numbers are climbing. People have become hip to what's happening here at the Dower. All of you once roamed through those vast and brightly illumined halls of the internet but only the most inquiring andeager souls descend to these depths, where is found the Pandemonium of Refuse. But a few days ago, weeks after my last post, I had over 900 views. Tell me: how can that be?

It's not for the writing. I'd like to think so but come on. Most of you are probably Russian teenagers who see this fucking poetry like I see all of the teen Russian blogs I visit: - for Metal! - just a bunch of backwards Rs and things that appear as letters but have no meaning. So, then, it must be for those records that you can't find anywhere else.