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

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



Anger
 
An emotional breakdown and ur moshing! 
 


Bargaining

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




Depression
 

Practice being a corpse.



Acceptance
 

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.