Andrew Jackson Jihad comes through with an amazing new track from their forthcoming album, Christmas Island. Frontman Sean Bonnette goes through a personal story about being moved to tears by a piece of modern art–specifically, a video installation of Linda Ronstadt. Apparently, it was really beautiful. I only wish he worked the address of the museum in the song.
It’s personal, but monstrous emotional moments like these that make for the best Andrew Jackson Jihad songs, and I’m pretty happy to hear that the band is keeping their ambitions high from a production standpoint. Just like with their last record, Knife Man, this track is graced with some beautiful keys and strings, bringing some nice dynamics to the table.
I collaborate with the RIO!B’s Sami Jarroush on this review of the latest Cloud Nothings album.
Orville Bateman Neeley (OBN) III has no time for the blues. The Austin frontman is all punk, all day – no bullshit. To call him, with his excited studio persona and writhing stage antics, electrifying would be an understatement; to say his bandmates present a flurry of barnburning garage-punk grooves would be as much of one. So, I recommend just pressing that play button above and letting the music take you where it may. If you find that the things around you are starting to get broken, like lamps, windows, your monitor, and such – don’t worry; that’s just the OBN IIIs’ magic working.
“No Time for the Blues” is taken from the band’s upcoming album Third Time to Harm, due out May 27 via Tic Tac Totally.
La Dispute comes through with a worthwhile followup to 2011′s Wildlife. While some of the stories aren’t as enthralling, the band’s minor alterations to their sound this time around makes this record worth checking out if you’ve been following them up until this point, or if you’re a general fan of post-hardcore with poetic lyrics.
Our friends/tormenters at White Suns (Kevin Barry, Rick Visser, and Dana Matthiessen) are coming out with a new LP of earsplitting tunes later in March. The album is titled Totem and judging from this new single, “Priest in the Laboratory,” it looks as though the trio’s lost none of their primal force since their 2012 sophomore effort Sinews.
The song sees White Suns again saying “fuck it” to a concept of structure, careening forward in a heap of caustic vocals, screeching guitar, piercing electronics, and frantic drumming. But the group does go through a number of interesting phases. At one point, everything pulls back to highlight Matthiessen’s deft percussion work, and later, Barry’s guitar and Visser’s electronics work together in bursts to form a coda. White Suns’ music continues to be something of an all-out shred-fest, but that’s not necessarily a problem, as their interplay continues to be a compelling combination of all-over-the-place and very, very tight.
Totems drops March 25 via The Flenser. Hopefully it’s as powerful as its predecessor, review below:
Richmond’s BLACKHANDPATH is properly fucked up. They identify themselves as a noise rap group, but that label does not particularly satisfy. As can be heard above with the new single “Don’t Choke,” the outfit’s “MC” has both a greater affinity for yelling and greater disregard for maintaining a semblance of flow than MC Ride himself, and the track’s spastic instrumental all but solidify BLACKHANDPATH as the zaniest act to emerge from the subgenre thus far. Tune in above and revel in the wonky noise rap magic!
One glance at the tracklist and album cover of No, Never! and you should know exactly what you’re in for. The foreboding skull and terse tracks like “Guns,” “Kill It Dead,” and “Party Fight” indicate that this is the kind of no-bullshit punk/hard rock album that you’ve come to expect a band called Deadkill to make. If that’s your bag, don’t pass on their 2012 self-titled EP, streamable here.
No, Never! is out via Good to Die Records.
Eighteen Hours of Static, the debut LP from New York punk outfit Big Ups, is a refreshing half hour of caustic and cathartic post-hardcore. The mix here is muddy, the playing is messy, and the vocals of frontman Joe Galarraga are manic – often searing. But it’s all quite glorious in just how simultaneously sincere and abrasive its 11 songs are. Give it a listen above via Stereogum.
Eighteen Hours of Static is out now via Dead Labour and Tough Love.