The Godfathers of the German industrial movement perform in a palace that serves as the seat of parliament. Demolition is underway; the hall is empty and cold.
Andi Deris’ voice sounds superb, the musicianship is spot on, and the audience sings along with fervor. Not much more that you could want out of a live album.
A bootleg with bad sound and shaky footage. Once past that, it’s pretty enjoyable. Contemporaries of Joy Division, Sigue Sique Sputnik, and Sisters of Mercy.
An anomaly. We knew of their urgent style of punk, but the locals knew the mythology. When Riot Fest facilitated a reunion, Raygun added to the legend.
The Jesus Lizard was rhythmic, sweaty, loud, and sexual. Singer David Yow gyrates, howls, and flails, molesting the audience at every available opportunity.
Chthonic on their turf, playing to thousands of screaming Taiwanese fans with a backing choir, laser light shows, and, of course, the prerequisite corpse paint.
On July 19th, 2003, melodic thrash punk masters Propagandhi played a benefit show for Grassy Narrows First Nation Blockade in Winnipeg, killing it as usual over 17 songs of blood-boiling, spirit-rousing anthems.
One weekend a year, punk/indie/hardcore bands descend upon Gainesville, FL and turn the place into one giant party. Fuck CMJ & SXSW, this is how it ‘s done.
A buncha people (all Brits) familiar with the band talk about why they think Morning Glory is their best. I’m not arguing, it’s the only one I’ve kept.
His story is one of dreams, heartbreak, adrenaline, and legend. Out of prison and drug-free, Hosoi has gotten back to pro skating, when not doing pastor work.
The Charms hit signifiers (organ, chintzy brat vocals) more than the thing itself. The “rock me shock me” guitars flop on the bass/drums rather than ride’m.
Young girls, little people, blood, sex ‘n’ violence have been explicitly expressed via song and performance as the Dwarves spill seed into their third decade.
A DVD of clips from bands that dug cool stuff book-ended by ’62 -’68. They were usually fueled by the concurrent snot punk and power pop stuff swirling around.
Recorded the same night as a Grave DVD, this is just as clear, well-produced, and packed full of crushing death metal. Live Grave, it’s the band’s first DVD.
Groundbreaking. Chainsawing. Car bombing. Culture shocking. The Plasmatics flew in the face of convention. Great information thrown together like a scrapbook.
Styx’s pomp, prog, and hard rockin’ lends itself to the orchestral treatment. 115 in the orchestra, 56 in the choir: This is a big, loud celebration of rock.
Professionally filmed, with great direction and better editing, this 70 minute documentary perfectly documents these grown ups getting their rock back on.
In nine years (two full-lengths, an EP, and several singles), this quartet took hardcore to the next level. 061502 presents the last show in the band’s career.
No one can legitimately call this “boring.” “Foul and unwatchable,” maybe, but not boring. Castration, shitting, and old man cock just do not a dull film make.
Like… The Office. Interesting, that one of the stars/writers of this film is Jenna Fischer, the receptionist. Brave, embarrassing, and smart-ass as all hell.