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In the biblical sense, girl.   
02:25am 20/09/2009
  It's nearly 2:30 am and my nose is finally stopping dripping. I am going hiking after eating an omelette in a few hours. I am psyched. I am listening to the Pietasters' live album and can't believe I've lived without it for these past few years. This is perfect.

And you're great. You came around and all of a sudden it's like "who needs beer anymore?". Not me.

Not need... but I want beer. And you. Oh yes.
 
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Composted/Rampant Decay/Embryonic Cryptopathia/Macerated live review   
02:55pm 18/08/2009
  From http://munster-iv.blogspot.com

Though the huge multinational trip is looming -- need to get some groundcloths in stat -- there are still local shows that need paying attention to, like this one, which was pretty much as awesome and as ridiculous as might have been expected going in.

I left right from work because I had some crap to take care of that ran late, but was pretty much on time until I got to the part where some idiot had thought it was smart to close 33-50% of Storrow Drive westbound for concert parking, instead of making people take the train and use their feet like they ought to. This wasted everybody's time and led me to hustle a bit after caching my vehicle, because I didn't want to miss Macerated. Fortunately, I got over with time to spare, and had the chance to drink a beer with a nice high water:chemicals ratio, apologize to Mark for not letting him know I was coming down in advance, and buy a CD off Rich before the bands started.

Macerated [5.5/7]
I have a history of prejudice against bands without bassists; such is well-documented here. Despite this drawback -- as mentioned in some other venues, Macerated's sound wasn't maybe as tick as might have been desired -- the actual music offered here was pretty damn cool. Their set was relatively short, but they kept up at a high level throughout, with a lot more of an old-school brutal sound than might have been expected on this bill, or with this kind of lineup. Part of this may have been the equipment; the guitarist had at least a seven-string, maybe an eight, and did a really good job of keeping a thick low-end going as well as slashing out the riffage.

As mentioned previously, this band had some good merch, but didn't charge much for it, and additionally spent a lot of time away from their merch table during set breaks. While this is understandable (nobody's going to begrudge band members the right to pack up, watch friends they see two or three times a year via tourdate trades, and get some food down), this may have led to decreased sales, which would be a shame: good bands from 500 miles away need and deserve a hand getting to their next gig.

Embryonic Cryptopathia [5/7]
There have been rumors that this is an active band about as long as I've been actually going to DIY shows in Boston. This, though, was the first time I'd actually seen them play, and the first or maybe second time I can recall seeing them on a bill. Though the set was far too short, EC executed masterfully, with short, sharp, heavily blackened bursts of death-grind pummeling the audience. You might not expect the black metal elements at a show like this, but that's before you notice the large numbers of Hirudinea and Witch Tomb members in this band; then, it becomes clear that this is the other side of that coin, the more grind-heavy side of that absolute blackened worldhate music. Hella god stuff; no idea when they're playing again, or if they'll have anything recorded by then, but a band to watch for in any case.

If there was anything odd about this set, it was that EC was debatably more costumed than Composted; while the "sports" theme the latter band had going on wasn't the most well-implemented themegag the band's ever done, this is still something.

Rampant Decay [5.5/7]
Mr. Rich Horror has put on, in concrete and scientific terms, a metric fuckton of shows, including this one, since I returned to the Northeast from overseas. I have been to many of these shows. He has also had an active band throughout, whether the name be It Will End In Pure Horror, Rich Horror and the Screaming Nervous Breakdowns, or at this point, Rampant Decay. Despite this guy running a large part, if not the lion's share, of heavy music in eastern Massachusetts, I had to date never seen his actual band, for three years either missing shows due to illness, schedule conflicts, or outside commitments, or going to shows and being bummed that his band had to cancel. It boggles the frickin mind.

So I eventually do actually see Rampant Decay, and what is the upshot? A hella good band that makes Rich's commitment to promotion entirely understandable, thickly slurring the line between metal and punk to the point where other promoters might not book them on punk or hardcore shows as being too metal, or metal promoters give them a pass as too punk. This is, of course, dumb, given the quality of the music, which mixes the best elements of Carnivore and a moshpit fistfight to create high-class DIY music that doesn't care nearly so much about genre as it does about getting wasted and headbutting somebody in the jaw. Rampant Decay could also have gone on longer than they did, but it was a good set regardless, and hopefully this ridiculous streak is over and I won't have to wait another three goddamned years to see a very active band from my home area again.

Composted [6/7]
On this sad occasion, two members left the Composted family: Eliot "the BlackNess Monster" Bayless, who separated amicably from the band to pursue a career in actually getting paid to do music stuffs, which was taking off to the point that playing in an active death metal band was starting to interfere, and Leo the inflatable fish, who was beaten, stomped, and eventually hit by a car while trying to cross Harvard Ave. Yes, seriously. (Photo credits to Rev. Aaron, obviously.) That Leo survived to that point was something of a miracle, and may be a record for a Composted inflatable prop; practically everything else that gets thrown into the audience dies in a matter of a song or two, but Leo kept on trucking the whole set, flying through the air, getting punched and sat on, bouncing off everyone and everything, and helping Composted demonstrate that they are, yes, among the best slam-death bands out there, because while everybody may be able to lock in and drill siqq breakdownz khed, there's only an elect few that can do this while getting hit in the face with blowup fish and not miss a beat.

I'm pretty sure that this wasn't the best Composted set I've seen, but it was damned high quality, with solid slam-death making up for a slight decrease in gag volume. More so than for Rampant Decay, people got moving and violent -- towards each other as well as the inflatable fish -- but nobody got facewaffled and Eliot (on the floor because O'Brien's only has so much stage area) didn't even drop his guitar after he got run into, despite the strap separating from it. Good times, to be sure.

Eventually, the music stopped, and the band packed up, and people danced and made gang signs to the first Body Count disc, which was somehow on the club sound system, and then I hit the trail, saw Leo bounce off the windshield of some totally oblivious motorists, and hiked back to pick up my car again. Having gone right from work, there was no downtime, so I was feeling pretty beat, and as a result didn't pay attention on Route 1 and ended up detouring through Lynn and Swampscott for no discernible reason in the process of getting home. Three or four shows left, then it's off to Europe with whatever I end up hauling.
 
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New song. - Reposted because I added to it.   
01:36pm 25/06/2009
  "Apocalyterian Party"

Shitting where we eat
No culpability
We're the disease
Spreading our poison
Choking on our fat
Extinction's the cure

Utopia
Is achieved
When mankind is purged

Apocalyterian
Party right now
Apocalyterian
We all must die

Burning cities
World reset
Mother Earth's
Surgical strike
Burning cities
World reset
Humanity, please
Take your last breath

Apocalyterian
Party right now
Apocalyterian
We all must die
 
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After they start raping, they're no longer little boys. - H. Garfield   
02:35am 21/06/2009
  It's fine that you let me down
My expectations couldn't be lower
And I couldn't have less respect
So being higher than garbage
Would be a letdown in itself

It's boring by now
The more you talk
The less I know you'll do
You can try to fill me up with promise
But my air pump is broken

Talk and smile
Take it all for granted
I punch a hole straight through your skull
I can see the sunset now
Finally you're good for something
 
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Rampant Decay in Brooklyn - 3.14.09   
01:45pm 16/03/2009
  Got up around 10:30 am after passing out around 5 am. I wanted to be up and alive for the car ride and be able to get in a good workout since I knew I wouldn't even be able to bring dumbells [other than Skater and Eric] to the show to workout before the set.

The car ride was alright, listened to some good jams. Got to the club and walked around for a while. We got some pizza and I started bugging out with paranoia and nervousness because I knew that nobody would be coming out tonight since the only local band dropped off. Went to the club and continued to freak out silently to myself and think how I was wasting everyone in my band's time and other usual self-loathing, self-doubting funtime Larry shenanigans.

FINALLY someone that works at the club shows up to set up mics and tell the bands what's going on. We play and it's great. I can hear everything and was able to get into it and didn't feel ripped off like I do with some sets. The crowd was 4-5 friends of ours that live in the area and then the other bands on the show. Still it was a good response and I sold three shirts pretty much as soon as we were done.

The Leviathan's Mandible were on next. I know these guys through SMC. From the stuff I'd heard I didn't think it was going to be my sort of thing, but they were really great. Almost like older Carcass with some doomy/sludgey parts. Their singer reminds me a lot of Dave from Composted, a show with those two bands would be funny just for the doppleganger vibe. I don't think they have much merch with them but that's ok because I'm broke anyways.

I missed most of Unmen because Skater offered to get me some beers at this place down the street that sells 32 oz. beers for $3.50. Sorry guys, but I need to forget I'm alive. We go there and I keep thinking I see Matt Doty from Quincy. So weird.

I get back and watch Okosu. It's cool but I'm not into modern death metal I guess. I'm thankful we sold those shirts so I can give Pat and Eric some money for their gas at least and not feel like a total shitheel/failure. I am wasted and yell about Warzone/sing Guns n' Roses the whole way home. Hopefully next time will go better, but I've had it worse.
 
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ALLSTON THRASH CITY   
10:04pm 15/03/2009
 

Razormaze - http://www.myspace.com/razormazethrash
Summoning Hate - http://www.myspace.com/summoninghate
Abaddon [WI] - http://www.myspace.com/abaddon414
Broken Cross - http://www.myspace.com/brokencrossma
 
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Fun with fire and wooden doors.   
10:20pm 05/11/2008
 









The End
 
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I wish I was a whitebread college student dolt.   
01:55pm 04/11/2008
  So I could believe that anyone's vote counts.

But, oh wait, I forgot.

If Obama wins the last 8 years never happened, he's taking us all out of ice cream floats and rebuilding the towers with eye beams comprised entirely of the hopes and dreams of every man woman and child.

You are all diseased.
 
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Blinded Not Breathing   
04:33pm 20/10/2008
  Laying on of hands
Resting
Then creeping
Hungrily racing to my throat
A wasted effort
I cease to breathe
Long before their final destination is met

You sit in innocence
I attack with spite
You did nothing
But I can't be the only one choking
Crawl on the floor
Of this necrotic dance floor
Before the song hits
its final crescendo
This blood?
it can't be ALL mine
 
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Started writing again.   
08:02pm 24/09/2008
  This is the first non-Rampant Decay thing I've written in a while. I sorta dig it.


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Tendrils of smoke
Hungry fingers
Invisible to you
Reaching for me
The air is laughing
Mocking me
Pushing me
Take the plunge
Sweet oblivion
Thank you for the RSVP
Termination of a wasted life
 
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New fun MySpace activity.   
11:07pm 21/08/2008
  Messaging girls on my friends list at random with the message 'I get it, you're just not that into me. It's fine, I'm over it.'.  
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Cynical.   
12:53am 21/08/2008
  I just worked a day at a community college bookstore. One of the kids there had 'Cynical' tattooed on the side of his neck. This is his MC name, apparently. Everyone that worked there called him by it. I asked him what his real name was because 'I'm not calling you that. And to be perfectly honest, everyone here who does is a fucking asshole'. That was the last day I worked there. The End.  
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Those stock ’Thanks for the add!’ comments.   
09:36pm 19/07/2008
  You know, whether it's Thanks for the add! or some retarded graphic.

Anyway, I think this is gonna be mine from now on--

I drank with cops the other night. They called me McLovin and we crashed a bunch of house parties in Mission Hill. We harshed so many mellows. Fuck you.
 
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Black Metal/Hardcore/Thrash/Boozedaddies   
06:58am 07/07/2008
 

July 11th
Gravewurm [Virginia Black Metal]
Hirudinea [Blackened Crossover Grind]
I, Destroyer [Jesus-Hating Thrash with members of Dropdead]
Vaettir [New Hampshire Black Thrash]
@ O'Briens Pub - 3 Harvard Ave. - Allston, MA
$7 - 9 pm - 21+

http://www.myspace.com/gravewurm
http://www.myspace.com/hirudinea
http://www.myspace.com/idestroyer
http://www.myspace.com/vaettirnh
 
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"You would be my poison".   
08:58pm 02/05/2008
  I was told this today by a girl, as the reason she chose her husband over me. I'm a badass motherfucker, motherfucker.  
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Two shows in two days.   
08:41am 18/04/2008
 
http://www.myspace.com/deadblack13
http://myspace.com/rampantdecay
http://www.myspace.com/playedforrubes
http://www.myspace.com/ratcorpse


http://www.myspace.com/godblesssuperchrist
http://www.myspace.com/panzerbastard
http://www.myspace.com/hirudinea
http://www.myspace.com/rampantdecay
http://www.myspace.com/nothingbutenemiesscff
 
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A write up for my show at Church.   
09:21pm 17/04/2008
  From the Boston Globe--

A Misfit unplugged By Nick A. Zaino III
Globe Correspondent / April 7, 2008

Glenn Danzig isn't the only former Misfit singer making music. Michale Graves left the legendary horror punk outfit years ago and now makes music under his own name. He has been on a roll releasing material from older projects lately, unearthing Gotham Road's "Season of the Witch" and releasing a live album from his band, GRAVES, earlier this year. He'll be playing acoustic tonight at Church, along with local punks the Freeze, Mongrel, and country punker Jared Thomas Lord. 21+ $12. 9 p.m. Church, 69 Kilmarnock St., Boston. 617-236-7600.
churchofboston. com
 
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Michale Graves [ex-Misfits] & The Freeze!   
03:48pm 02/04/2008
  April 7th

Michale Graves [ex-Misfits - Only MA appearance!]
The Freeze [Boston Hardcore legends go acoustic!]
Mongrel [Punk Metallers fo acoustic]
Jared Thomas Lord [Old Time Country with naughty lyrics]
@ Church - 69 Kilmanrock Street - Boston, MA
$12 Day of show/$10 Advance tickets - 21+

This is an all-acoustic show and the first time The Freeze will be playing acoustic outside of a couple radio apearances. Don't miss it.

To purchase advance tickets go to: http://www.ticketweb.com/t3/sale/SaleEventDetail?dispatch=loadSelectionData&pl=rockon&eventId=255610
 
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Prodigy from Mobb Deep is in jail and has a blog.   
08:59pm 31/03/2008
  This is the best read I've had in a long, long time.



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THINK I GIVE A FUCK HOW A NIGGA FEEL?

WHAT UP G’Z?!… TODAY IS MY LAST DAY ON RIKER’S ISLAND, TOMORROW AFTERNOON I’M GETTIN’ SHIPPED TO DOWNSTATE CORRECTIONAL FACILITY, SO I’M GETTING THIS BLOG OUT RIGHT ON TIME…

I HEARD NIGGAS IS MAD CAUSE ON THE LAST BLOG ON MY HNIC2. COM SITE, I PUT A LIST OF WHO I’M FEELING IN HIP-HOP AND WHO I’M NOT. WHAT KIND OF FEMALE SHIT IS THAT? THEY FALLEN RIGHT INTO MY TRAP. I’M GOING TO SHOW AND PROVE TO Y’ALL HOW SENSITIVE AND EMOTIONAL THESE RAPPERS ARE AND HOW SCARED THESE RAPPERS ARE ABOUT BEING HONEST WITH THE FANS AND THE WORLD.

DID I HURT YA FEELINGS LITTLE RAPPER CAUSE I DON’T LISTEN TO YA MUSIC? AM I AN EVIL FOUL ASS NIGGA CAUSE I’M BEING OPEN WITH EVERYBODY ABOUT WHAT I LIKE TO LISTEN TO AND WHAT I DON’T LIKE TO LISTEN TO? REALLY? OR IS IT THAT YOU JUST MAD CAUSE I DON’T BANG YA SHIT… LISTEN YOU LITTLE MINDED NIGGER (AND YES I PUT ER ON IT CAUSE YOU IS A IGNORANT MUTHERFUCKER)!

DON’T TRY TO USE THIS AS AN OPPORTUNITY FOR YOU TO ACT TUFF, LIKE YOU SOME TYPE OF INTELLECTUAL THUG. TRYING TO ACT AS IF PRODIGY IS WRONG FOR SHARING HIS LIKES AND DISLIKES WITH THE WORLD.

YOU KNOW WHAT, I SAT BACK AND LOOKED AT THE ENTIRE RAP GAME; I WANTED TO DO THE THINGS THAT PEOPLE AREN’T DOING:

#1 STOP WEARING JEWELRY! EVERYBODY GOT A CHAIN, BRACELET, RINGS OR A WATCH ON LOOKING LIKE A BUNCH OF CLONES, SO I DECIDED TO BE THE FIRST HARDCORE RAPPER TO OPENLY TELL PEOPLE THAT I DON’T WEAR JEWELRY ANYMORE.

I’M NOT TRYING TO PREACH TO PEOPLE WHAT THEY SHOULD DO, I’M JUST TELLING PEOPLE WHAT I’M CHOOSING…

#2 BE MORE OPEN WITH MY FANS AND THE WORLD ABOUT THE THINGS THAT I’VE BEEN RESEARCHING AND STUDYING FOR YEARS: THE ILLUMINATI, THE SECRET GOVERNMENT, BOHEMIAN GROVE SOCIETY, SECRET SOCIETIES, THE ORIGIN OF CULTURES AND RACES, THE ORIGIN OF RELIGION, AND ESPECIALLY THE ORIGIN OF THE ROYAL FAMILY, THE FEDERAL RESERVE AND WORLD BANKING SYSTEM…

AT THE SAME TIME BEING MORE OPEN WITH FANS AND THE WORLD ABOUT REAL PERSONAL THINGS LIKE MY HEALTH. I HAVE A DEADLY DISEASE CALLED SICKLE CELL ANEMIA THAT I WAS BORN WITH THAT AFFECTS MILLIONS OF OTHERS PRIMARILY IN THE BLACK AND LATINO CULTURES. I FEEL I CAN INSPIRE OTHERS WITH THIS SICKLE CELL DISEASE TO BE STRONG AND BELIEVE IN THEMSELVES.

#3 BE MORE OPEN ABOUT MY HOME LIFE, WHICH INCLUDES MY FAMILY-- MY WIFE WHO I’VE BEEN WITH FOR OVER 14 YEARS AND 3 CHILDREN. AND WHAT I DO FOR A LIVING, WHICH IS MUSIC, MY EXPERIENCES WITH IT, AND MY CHOICE OF MUSIC.

I’M 33-YEARS-OLD, STILL ALIVE AND KICKIN’AND DOING MY STYLE OF MUSIC BETTER THAN EVER.

SOME PEOPLE SAY THAT I FELL OFF AND OTHERS SAY I’M STILL ILL, BUT I’MA JUST KEEP DOIN’ ME AND KEEP GOIN’ HARD…………………

AFTER THE ALBUM, I GOT AN AUTOBIOGRAPHY COMING OUT SOON AND IT’S NOT SOME SILLY LITTLE BOOK, NO…. THIS IS MY LIFE STORY, MY LEGACY AND FAMILY TREE... I’M TALKING A VERY SERIOUS READ, ABOUT 500 PAGES, THAT I WROTE MYSELF FULL OF PICTURES THAT WILL SHOW YOU EVERYTHING YA READING FROM START TO FINISH. THIS IS GUARANTEED TO BE ONE OF THE BEST, IF NOT THE BEST HIP-HOP AUTOBIOGRAPHY THAT’S EVER BEEN PUBLISHED.

I HAVE THE BIGGEST BOOK AGENT IN THE BUSINESS, VIGLIANO, AND I’M THE ONLY RAPPER THAT THEY’VE DECIDED TO REPRESENT. I’M FINISHING THE LAST 50-75 PAGES, WHILE I’M LOCKED UP AND IT’LL BE RELEASED SOON AFTER MY H.N.I.C. PT.2 ALBUM DROPS.

THE POINT I’M TRYING TO MAKE HERE IS THIS: RAPPERS ARE SCARED TO BE OPEN AND SHARE THEIR REAL LIFE, REAL THOUGHTS AND OPINIONS WITH THE FANS AND/OR THE WORLD. THEY GOT SO MANY SKELETONS IN THE CLOSET THAT SOON AS THEY OPEN THEIR MOUTH A BONE MIGHT FLY OUT THAT MU’FUCKA. YOU OPEN SOME OF THESE NIGGAS CLOSET AND A WHOLE GRAVE YARD COME FALLING OUT. MOST OF THEIR LIVES ARE SO BORING THAT THEIR REALITY SHOWS WOULD GET CANCELED FIRST WEEK, AND THE REST ARE JUST SO COWARDLY THAT THEY CAN’T BE HONEST OR TRUTHFUL ABOUT WHAT THEIR OPINIONS CAUSE THEY HAVE FEAR IN THEIR HEARTS.

THEY SCARED TO SAY “I DON’T LISTEN TO PRODIGY, BUT I LIKE HAVOC.” WHAT THE FUCK IS THE BIG DEAL ABOUT SPEAKIN YA MIND? YOU WANNA KNOW THE ANSWER…IT’S NOT A BIG DEAL AND WHOEVER GETS UPSET CAUSE YOU PREFER SOUTHERN RAP OVER NY RAP OR YOU LIKE SHAWTY LO OVER YOUNG BUCK….

TELL EM’ TO KISS YA ASS!!!

AND IF A RAPPER CATCHES P.M.S CAUSE HE GOT A MILLION INTERNET FOLLOWERS, BUT ONLY SOLD 30,000 UNITS TELL EM’ TO FUCK OFF AND START MAKIN’ SOME SHIT THAT PEOPLE WANT…PEACE....PRODIGY…HNIC 2…

P.S. ANYBODY THAT GOT SOMETHING AGAINST KEEPING A BLOG, YOU SHOULD STAY FARRRRRR AWAY FROM THE FOOL AND NEVER TRUST EM’. A BLOG IS NOT FOR EVERYBODY, JUST LIKE RAP MUSIC ISN’T FOR EVERYBODY. A BLOG IS INTERNET SLANG FOR A LOG AND IF YOU DON’T KNOW WHAT A LOG IS—IT’S WHAT BOAT CAPTAINS WRITE AND KEEP IN ORDER TO DOCUMENT THE DAYS OF LONG VOYAGES AND TRAVELS...IT’S LIKE A DIARY.

SO FOR A YOUNG, VETERAN, HARDCORE RAPPER LIKE MYSELF, THAT’S BEEN IN THE GAME FOR OVER 16 YEARS TO KEEP A BLOG ON MY OWN WEBSITE MIND YOU, IS GROUND BREAKING AND VERY INTERESTING. AND WHOEVER TELLS YOU THEY DON’T DO THE BLOG THING, THEN THAT’S THEIR CHOICE...BUT IT’S THE CHOICE OF A DINOSAUR WHO HAS LITTLE TO NO PLACE WITH THE COMPUTER TECHNOLOGICAL FUTURE.

EITHER THAT OR THEY JUST MAD THAT THEY’RE NOT INTERESTING ENOUGH TO HAVE A BLOG THAT PEOPLE ACTUALLY WANT TO READ………………………………

I CAN’T WAIT UNTIL SOMEBODY SAY’S ‘GANGSTAS DON’T KEEP BLOGS.” HOW MUCH MORE IGNORANT CAN PEOPLE BE????? HAH!!!!! I’LL SPEAK TO Y’ALL LATER.
 
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A dream featuring Robin Defcon and the Dissector boys.   
09:54am 25/03/2008
  The setting was the Cambridge Elks. The place was packed and I think it may've actually been the Extreme Noise Terror/Phobia/Toxic Narcotic show that It Will End In Pure Horror played. WHich makes sense since all of Dissecector besides their bassist Eddie was in IWEIPH at the time. It quickly became apparent that Robin was drunk, which is no surprise. He bumped his midsection against the Phobia merch table and vomited instantly. Not a little, but in the style of this guy--



The day went on, and I found I had a remote control similar to the ones that came with those RC racing cars from the nineties. Everytime I pressed a button, Robin would projectile vomit. Me and the Dissector boys couldn't stop laughing so we did it at least twelve more times to my recollection. Then I woke up.
 
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