Monday, March 26, 2018
Tuesday, March 20, 2018
Rapid Randy Hughes (Nic-O-Teens/NcSeventeen/Model Citizen/Parasites/Backseat Virgins/too damn many more to name) is back after close to a five year hiatus. And his return is nothing less than an extraordinary experiment. Gentle, but brash by virtue of its very existence, Widow Maker is a delicate, personal, and strange return for the one-time (and hopefully once-again) prolific musician. For this 4-song EP, Randy has traded in his bass for an other-worldly autoharp and subtle electronics. Using these devices, and a little help from his equally creative family, a soft, spectral soundscape is crafted. A skilled pop and punk and pop-punk singer, his voice is now distant and low in the mix. Spoken poetry and observations. He shares his thoughts as spacey soundbites. A salesman of the soul. Melancholic. Cathartic. Magical. This is the fragile sound of a brilliant artist freed. I can't wait to hear what else he has in store for us. Glad to have you back, Rapid, hope you stick around for a long time. -Harmless
Rapid Randy on Bandcamp
Rapid Randy on Bandcamp
Friday, March 16, 2018
Before Alabama was treated to the often political themed punk metal hybrid of The Crashing Falcon, there was Postal. Active from 1998 to 2004, the band was very much a proto version of TCF. Recorded over ten years ago, the album was never given a proper release due to incomplete vocals. Recently, however, TCF decided to throw it up on their Bandcamp as a "name your price" purchase, and it's well worth a download. Featuring members of other Huntsville AL acts such as Radiotron Barricade At Night, the release is a nice little time capsule of early 2000s metalcore and certainly better than many of the local releases this writer picked up from around the same time. Of the thirteen tracks, roughly half feature no vocals, which may be a strength of the release rather than a detriment. After a brief intro track, "Sober Sunday" gives you a good taste of what you're in for. The deathcore vocals are mostly inaudible, and one may say subpar, but for a demo recording from that era, the music is surprisingly strong. Next "The Coffin Nail Choke" picks things up with the type of familiar metalcore jam you may fondly recall in abundance from the mid-2000s. Again the vocals may be a bit lacking but the head banging and mosh worthy breakdowns should give you a dose of nostalgia if you once frequented these types of shows. Track four, which has a completely nonsense title, serves as an intermission before the album begins with the tracks that vocals were presumably never finished for. If you weren't a fan of the rough vocals the album arguably improves as it moves into the instrumental works. Starting with "You Sank My Battleship" you're then treated to 5 tracks of quite retro thrashy metalcore/deathcore. If you were around when the genres were popular in the state, the tracks make for quite the nostalgia trip and it seems safe to say these guys are more talented musicians than many of AL's metal bands from the era. The vocals return with "Murder Weapon Can Opener" but again they are fairly rough and incomprehensible. The release ends with "The Hell in Venus" which by far has the best vocal mix of the release. Here the vocals rotate between metalcore growl and cleanish vocals at times with a somewhat rap delivery. The track is of course quite heavy, though with a bit of catchiness mixed in thanks in part to the improved vocals. If every track were up to this standard the release would be an even more noteworthy one.3.5/5 A must for The Crashing Falcon fans as well as those in need of a throw back to a bygone age of the State's scene. -Kevin Spann
Postal on Bandcamp
The Crashing Falcon on Bandcamp
Thursday, March 15, 2018
Owls And Other Animals on Bandcamp
Owls And Other Animals on Facebook
Wednesday, March 14, 2018
I don't like genres, or adjectives for that matter. But we have to use them to describe music, which often doesn't do the bands justice. The Moose are like that. Southern as fuck. A kind of fuzzed hard rock stew; thick, fat grooves that you can cook a pound of bacon in; and vocals that flow so soulfully and naturally that if you hadn't seen The Moose, you'd think it was created with studio gadgetry (it isn't). This is the kind of music that can only be created and done to this level of perfection in the South. You need to check this out. -Alabama Sharp
Tuesday, March 13, 2018
The production is also beautiful here. How can something so RAW be so CLEAN?
They even cover Madonna here! You'll have to just go listen for yourself.
It's up now under the "pay what you want" option.
Out on the Weekend (Neil Young)
Girl U Want (DEVO)
Would recommend to fans of:
Ty Seagall, Deftones (White Pony era), Sludge Rock/Garage Rock fans
-ON signing off
Party Gator on Bandcamp
Party Gator on Facebook
Monday, March 12, 2018
|Live at Sidetracks|
Swiss Army Brat has been playing a TON of shows in and around the Huntsville area lately, and I can see why they keep so busy…. it’s because THEY FUCKIN' KICK ASS! The region is known for having bands that push the limits of power, of taste. Let’s just say Hville and their regularly visiting neighbors have a reputation. But what is often left out of that narrative are all the women that rock just as hard as, or even harder than the boys. S.A.B. is a prime example. Snotty, angry, funny, take-no-shit, LOUD. I first saw them playing GAD! Fest 2 at Sidetracks Music Hall late last year. They were the one band on the bill with which I was kinda unfamiliar, but Salina Brilla knows how to book a brilliant show. Who was I to question it? Glad I didn't, because Swiss Army Brat KILLED. Since then, my own band was asked to share a bill with them, and we jumped at the chance. And again they did not disappoint. In fact, I think they were even better than at GAD! Fest!! If they haven't hit the studio yet, they need to, like day before yesterday! Go see them before they implode from so much punk rock attitude. – Harmless
Friday, March 9, 2018
LiL Shiro is a fairly prolific rap artist who effortlessly blends nightlife partying with kinda-geek culture. He finds angles that will take what might at first seem to be a trope and turn it into something fresh. Makes sense. The Rap/Hip-Hop community has come a long way in this state over the last few years, with many more musicians opting to delve deeper and look beyond just copying what they find in the "Rap" section of FYE. LiL $hiro and several of his cohorts are prime examples of this movement. So what about the EP? The music that serves as $hiro's backdrop is just about always pretty as hell. It works in excellent contrast with his vocal delivery one moment and in melodious unison the next. He also gets the most out of everyone with which he collaborates. Every song on this EP stands on its own as a killer single and at the same time belongs with the other tunes. That's an artist at work. -Harmless
Thursday, March 8, 2018
I’ve been waiting forever to finally hear this comp! At last, there is a collection that gives Alabama Punk Rock the history it deserves. Pioneers like the Knockabouts, Grossest National Product, and Dead Pigeons are all represented. Other must-haves like Random Conflict are also here. Where the hell was this comp when I was a kid?? Oh yeah, and we get to hear that Skeptic? 14 years ago sounds a lot like Skeptic? today. Wouldn’t want it any other way! Some production is a little rough in places (a lot of old friends will vouch for how hard it was to get a decent-sounding punk record made in ‘bama even by the late 90’s) but overall the sound is pretty damn solid. The great mastering further shows what a labor of love this project has been for Ian Wise. I'm sure some locals will find holes where their fave band is unaccounted for, but that's the nature of the beast. Make your own gap-fill comp with this much enthusiasm and I'll buy it too! This is essential listening that still pisses off the neighbors!! (Review is of the extended digital version) -Harmless
Wednesday, March 7, 2018
|FNM comic book autographed by Chuck!|
“I knew Chuck Mosley.” “Chuck Mosley was a friend of mine.” “You, sir, are no Chuck Mosley.” Ok, so I’ve used that particular set of quotes before, in a previous review of IZZY MILLER (now known as IZZY MILLER AND THE BLACK MARKET SALESMEN). Which is paraphrasing a purloined phrase from a prized political parlance of that magical decade that was invented strictly for the satirical cannon fodder of millennial (and The South Park guys) humor-huckers worldwide: THE 1980S. (So if I am plagiarizing myself, from a time I parodied a quote, that was also plagiarized, what exactly does that make me? A “plag” on society, that’s what!) And ok, maybe Chuck Mosley wasn’t an *actual* friend of mine. But after talking with him for a few minutes, I felt as though he was. He was one of the most disarmingly humble and gentle souls it’s ever been my pleasure to meet. The fact that he parlayed that lovable psychedelic weirdness into some sort of half-muppet, half-toddler, half cartoon character that served as a beacon of focus and haven to a generation of disenchanted weirdos that couldn’t find their place in the spectrum of the zeitgeists that made up the culture at the time. (If you counted three halves, you count reaaalll gooood!) Those first two FAITH NO MORE records are more than adequate to get them on the ballot every year for “weirdest band on earth” some thirty years later. And at no point does it sound forced, contrived, concocted, conspired or crafted. It’s completely organic. Nothing shoved in there sideways just for the sake of creating a new gruel just to do it. Listening to “Soul Pretender” by PRIMITIVE RACE outlines just how pointedly tragic losing Chuck has been. Because that album is a snapshot (not snapchat…damn kids) of a Newton’s Cradle of defenseless sincerity, hope, joy, elation, chunk funk, exploration, and the “happy strange” Chuck was the personification of (at least to me). If being part of GAD! has benefited me in no other way, it made this happen, due to the humbling generosity of founder and editor-in-queef Adam Harmless. Not sure if I’ll ever pay that debt off, but maybe if more people discover something that changes their lives, or at least gives them a badass soundtrack to work behind, then I’ll continue to bear my burden to spread this here gospel. Rest In Peace Charles Henry Mosley III. Save me a table at the Arabian Disco. -Jackson A.D.
More love for Chuck...
Tuesday, March 6, 2018
Here’s a good dose of fast moving aggression from a local supergroup collaboration aberration, the Friendly Fingermen. Their debut EP has 4 smashing tunes, just enough to hold your face underwater until you have to come up for air only to get smacked again, and again with each track. Then you wonder what the hell just happened, and when you can get more. Embrace the chaos brothers and sisters, as this put a smile on my face…. I can’t wait to see them throw down live. -Alabama Sharp
Friday, March 2, 2018
As a longstanding fan of EVIL EYE (Jasper/Birmingham, I dunno… it’s in the directory for chrissake) I felt that proverbial Christly compulsion power to buy this recording sound unseen, attributable in no short order as well to my personal-yet-intermittent (meaning I don’t run into him much) friendship with frontman Joseph Higgins (journalistic bias? What’s that? Who you callin’ a journalist anyway? Oh. Nobody did. I see. Well, this certainly is awkward.) My initial mule-kick reflexive analysis of the EP is just what I told editor-in-queef Adam Harmless: It’s as if Rik Ocasek ditched The Cars and went for something “country”, something more jangly, or if Peter Murphy decided he would rather relocate to Hidden Valley Ranch or some other first-world village that wants to parade as a diorama for Charlotte’s Web but, in reality, is more akin to the town from What’s Eating Gilbert Grape?. (There never is a Burger Barn though, and if there is it’s always closed when you go by it.) While EVIL EYE sits quite snugly in between the slots in your CD tower of 90’s alt-rock giants (because really, how else are you gonna listen to them??), THE VORPAL SWORD (a phrase found in the Lewis Carroll poem Jabberwocky) is jerking the wheel abruptly and going down a side service road that may or may not come back out on the interstate. No need to worry about scoring merits in some sort of morality game show; all the boys and girls get the gift of a good band and a good time when the man in the red suit brings THE VORPAL SWORD to the stage. Go! -Jackson A.D.