Fall 2012 Mixtape – Prolapsed Apocalypse Sounds

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At night, secreted away under a freeway overpass,

You listen to the sound of the passing tire treads, hoping, at some future juncture,

A symphony composed of broken geometry will ignite your light.

Finally, freeing you.

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Songs:

Let It bleed 3:55 Goat World Music

Silver Age 3:02 Bob Mould Silver Age

To Carry The Flame 4:31 Old Man Gloom NO

Past Lives 2:22 Diiv Oshin

Having Sex [Explicit] 3:57 Reggie Watts A Live At Central Park [Explicit]

The Man With The Hammer 8:30 Leech The Stolen View

State of Non-Return 6:06 Om Advaitic Songs

The Starchild 10:57 Naam The Ballad Of The Starchild, Movements I-V

Ten Tiny Fingers 5:31 Marriages Kitsune

There Is No God 2:38 Mrs. Magician Strange Heaven

Drug Myself Dumb (Album) [Explicit] 1:19 Cerebral Ballzy Cerebral Ballzy [Explicit]

Dopestrings 5:19 Shooting Guns Born To Deal In Magic: 1952-1976

Anywhere 5:52 Anywhere Anywhere

Please Forgive My Heart 4:31 Bobby Womack The Bravest Man In The Universe

Pov Piti 7:41 Matana Roberts Coin Coin Chapter One: Gens de Couleur Libres

Grass Canons 3:21 The Olivia Tremor Control Black Foliage: Animation Music Volume One

Troth 5:24 Røsenkøpf Dispiritualized [Tape]

Wouldn’t It Be Nice 2:09 Bullion Pet Sounds: In The Key Of Dee

Sierra Leone [Explicit] 2:29 Frank Ocean Channel Orange [Explicit]

Jet Lag 3:38 Perry Porter & ICBM Paper Moon

Brack Lain 3:57 Clive Tanaka y Su Orquesta Jet Set Siempre No. 1

Ancestral 4:42 Kelan Philip Cohran And The Hypnotic Brass Ensemble Kelan Philip Cohran And The Hypnotic Brass Ensemble

Cliches, Old Sayings 1:18 Louis C.K. Live in Houston (2001)

Boredom Is Counter-Revolutionary 1:43 Retox Ugly Animals

Kicking 2:35 Torche Harmonicraft

Open Your Heart 3:41 Men Open Your Heart

No Sentiment 3:36 Cloud Nothings Attack On Memory

Gargarismo 5:01 Truckfighters Gravity X

Case of Fidelity 4:00 Greenleaf Nest of Vipers

Captive 4:00 Ume Phantoms

The Daughter Brings the Water 2:41 Swans The Seer

War Elephant 5:08 Native Daughters War Elephant

Midnight Song 3:05 Wild Nothing Nocturne

Apostate 3:22 The Holograms Holograms

Monkey Riches 6:46 Animal Collective Centipede Hz

Endings 3:51 Graduated Cylinders Beginnings + Endings

Eula 6:48 Baroness Yellow & Green

Spider Fever, Retox, OFF! Live at the Casbah, Monday May 14, 2012

Spider Fever Shredding

Mario Rubalcalba has constantly established himself amongst the breed of rad humans who can do just about anything awesome (Dave Grohl, Joss Whedon, Danny Way). Professional Skateboarder? No fuckin’ prob bro. Musician? Easier-said than done. Owner of a record store (Thirsty Moon in San Diego, CA)? Check. His resume is long and fortified with the likes of legendary bands 411, Clikatat Ikatowi, Rocket from the Crypt, Hot Snakes, Earthless, and of course, OFF! However, his latest project, Spider Fever, takes him out from behind the drums and plants him squarely in the center with a guitar and a microphone. The band rips through tracks off their eponymous debut. It’s powerful pop-edged, skate rock with big choruses and tasteful solos. At the show I picked up their Long Player. Favoring side two right now, especially “Simply Nervous,” which they closed the set with that night. About 5 minutes in the band hits the extended bridge and it’s a ferocious, driving beast of riffage.

JP mid howl.

Justin Pearson’s Retox played second. Justin’s been in his fair share of San Diego bands as well (Struggle, the Locust, Some Girls, Swing Kids, etc) and with each project he leaves an indelible mark and Retox is exceptional. Blast beats, noisy guitar, galloping bass and JP caterwauling and screaming his way through a blistering twenty-five minute set. Chatting with my friend at the show we commented that JP has always been involved in projects that are 5 minutes in the future. Somehow he harnesses the sound of rocks pelting police shields and windows breaking. And it’s short, brevity being one of his strong suits. Retox is the band William Gibson wishes his character Hubertus Bigend would’ve discovered then made into some sort of anti-marketing phenomena, something to broadcast at a televised riot.

Punk rock is sprinters music for the non-runner and OFF!’s abbreviated mechanics utilize short explosive bursts of kinetic energy. Volume and bombast. Fuck dynamics. Theirs is the “run with your fist in the air while donning a military surplus store Israeli issue gas mask, an old Black Flag t-shirt used as a wick flaming from the neck of a two-buck-Chuck bottle directly toward the riot shields and batons” brand of music. Keith prowls the stage between the two Viking-sized four and six-string players (Dimitri Coats and Steve McDonald) with a controlled, lightning-in-a-bottle intensity. He’s gregarious. Funny. Enlightened as only someone with his thirty years of playing in punk bands and seeing much of the world, exposing it, and indicting it can be. He absorbs the energy from the room and channels it back into the crowd. The in-between song banter was nearly as long as their set (Keith was free associating up there, getting all chatty with the drunks in the front), which was brief-brief, giving drummer Mario Rubalcalba enough time to catch his breath and Dimitri and Steve a chance to tune. “If your girlfriend dragged you here, thanks. [To the ladies] You better tell him he better get into it if he wants to get into it. I had to suffer through Death Cab for Cutie to get into it.”

Frankly, I was disappointed when no one made out or conspicuously shoved fistfuls of pills into their mouths during “Wiped Out.” Kern’s video of the same song raised my expectations much too high and now I feel the icy burn of viewer’s remorse. Actually, I couldn’t really see much from where I was so it is entirely possible there were people making out and taking drugs. There were a fair share of bad neck tattoos, which seems to be more and more common (or maybe that’s a SoCal thing), but the worst was all the tattooed cleavage. Why the fuck do some women tattoo a place that gets enough attention without a colorful clipper ship, sugar skull, or sacred heart? It’s a tramp stamp for your boobs.

The teachable lessons from an OFF! show: make out more, wear earplugs, go outside, support your local skateboarder, practice tattoo-free boob stewardship, stay rad.

Check out Rat Trap and Wiped Out

Black Thoughts, Darkness

NOTE: This article was initially published on noisey.com.

OFF! Show review posted on Noisey.com

My review of the OFF! show at Casbah San Diego is now up on the Noisey
site. It’s my first for VICE’s music centric site. Check it out
http://bit.ly/JmvrsL
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By way of public apology, there were a couple of bands I regrettably
did not include in my review. Coverage of Mario Rubalcaba’s amazing
rock band SPIDER FEVER and Justin Pearson’s Retox. I’m sure I’ll have
an opportunity to make it up to these bands in future posts and I’ll
have an extended show review on my blog this weekend with pics of
both.