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1992, Nirvana and Ryan by orlandooom407

The year: 1992. “The Year that Punk Broke” or whatever the fuck they called it in retrospect. I was eleven going on twelve years old. A lot happened in 1992. Bill Clinton became POTUS. John “The Teflon Don” Gotti got sentenced to life in prison for conspiracy to commit murder and racketeering. Hurricane Andrew devastated South Florida. Mike Tyson was convicted of raping Miss Black Rhode Island, Desiree Washington. Much like today, all kinds of bizarre shit was going on around the world.

There were two things that happened in 1992 that changed and shaped my life forever. The first is the exoneration of four police officers for beating the absolute fucking dog shit out of the late Rodney King, and the subsequent riots that burned a portion of Los Angeles to the ground. At that point in my life I had no idea who I really was, but I was starting to rebel against everything. Parents, teachers, religion, you name it. At such a young age racial equality (or lack thereof, more accurately) wasn’t something I really thought about. I was just a white kid from the largely African-American community of Pine Hills, Florida. Much like any other pre-teen I wanted to ride BMX bikes, play football, and that type of thing. However, I was starting to figure out that I was really fucking angry. I was angry about a lot of things, but I couldn’t (and still don’t know if I can) pin point exactly what it was or is. At any rate, the L.A. riots got me paying attention to social injustices, politics, and just the world around me. I can’t really tell you if that’s a good or bad thing, but it is what it is.

The second thing that happened was a little band you may have heard of called Nirvana was thrust upon popular culture. I don’t think I could legitimately call myself a fan of Nirvana. Sure, they were a huge part of my childhood and introduced me to a lot of things that I love to this day. I do have a lot of problems with Nirvana as a band, but they aren’t important. What is important is how important Nirvana are as a band in the annals of rock ‘n roll history. It shouldn’t be forgotten.

As a child of the 80’s I was plagued with shit like Whitney Houston and even worse: hair bands. All the fucking “Living on a Prayer” and “Talk Dirty to Me” bullshit. I couldn’t relate to that goddamn nonsense. It seemed like I woke up one morning and all of a sudden all those bands were dead in the water, and here’s these three dirty sons a bitches from the Pacific Northwest that were fucking angry. About what? I had no clue. I couldn’t understand a fucking word Cobain sang. I didn’t mind, though. I didn’t need to know. I didn’t even know why I was angry, so it didn’t matter. They were just angry and accidentally throwing the entire record industry for a loop in the process. I felt I could relate to it.

I’m going to leave my negative feelings about Nirvana aside, and talk about the positives for this article. Whether you love them, or hate them matters not. You have to somewhat admire the dudes. I mean, for fuck’s sake they hammered the nails into the coffin of bullshit glam metal. Everyone should be forever thankful for that. To me, they were essentially the suburban white version of N.W.A. While N.W.A. were screaming “FUCK THA POLICE!” Nirvana were screaming whatever the hell they were screaming to suburban teens fed up with their mundane lives.

I’ve always felt that my generation didn’t really have any sort of identity. You had your beatniks, your baby boomers, your hippies, your disco queens, generation X, all this shit. We had Super Nintendo and….Nirvana. That’s pretty much it. Now that we’re all in our thirties, I can look back and say there is absolutely nothing exceptional about my generation. Though Nirvana changed the direction of the music industry forever, as a band, I don’t think there’s anything exceptional about them. I think that perfectly represents the generation of which I came from.

Anyway, whether you like it or not, if you’re in your early to mid-thirties, Nirvana were a big part of your childhood. At one point in time they were the biggest band on the planet. Kurt Cobain once said that the way he wanted ‘Nevermind’ to sound was like if the Bay City Rollers were being molested by Black Flag. I honestly think that’s a perfect description of the album. So, there you have it. Nirvana were the Bay City Rollers being molested by Black Flag, and white kids of the 90’s were being molested by Nirvana.

Though I don’t consider myself a fan, I do have respect for Nirvana and what they accomplished. Their impact on rock ‘n roll isn’t only undeniable, but it was absolutely necessary at the time. I thank them for that.

*side note: Though I absolutely HATE that Nirvana covered Turn Around by Devo, I do feel I should give some credit where credit is due. Normally I would be against anyone covering Leadbelly, but I’ll be goddamned if they didn’t absolutely nail this cover of Where Did You Sleep Last Night. It says a lot that I love it because as I previously stated I’m against anyone covering Leadbelly, and I fucking despised the whole MTV Unplugged concept. Bunch a bullshit, I say.

Thanks for taking the time to read my inane ramblings!

-Ryan Pemberton

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Municipal Waste Tour Diary by endlessgonzo

via Decibel Magazine:

5/29 – Orlando FL:
Something weird is happening in Florida while we are down here. People are O.D.-ing on some weird ass drug called Bath Salts, are freaking out and ripping each others faces off. It’s the perfect state for the Waste to play!

It was a cool show at The Social and afterwards a ton of us went next door to the Bar B Que bar. A bunch of old friends and my other band mates in No Friends were all in attendance and a lot of shots were had. Brad from Gwar rolled up there, too. Unfortunately, all this excitement of being around so many friends caused me to drink a little too hard and black out a little too early. One of the last things I remember was eating Del Taco burritos on the bus alone by myself in the dark. Tour life is so sexy.

Ew, Del Taco? These guys are the most reckless band in the world if that’s true. I’d rather stagedive into a Mortal Kombat-style spike pit.




MetalGF Reviews Meshuggah & Baroness Live by endlessgonzo

Cross posting this because it’s always nice to see a show review, and especially one from someone not normally into metal.

   When I first arrived I thought every guy was Vince. They all had his uniform on and I literally went to hug one or two bearded fellows before stopping myself just in time. I didn’t think Vince had a “Battlestar Galactica” t-shirt! Wait, I was right, he doesn’t have that shirt BECAUSE THAT’S NOT HIM! I just went to kiss a stranger who I now realize looks like a modern version of our 16th President. This is a sea of white men in black t-shirts like the (non-metal) world has never seen. There are no girls, no black people and no items of colored clothing in sight. I stick out like a sore thumb in my white bohemian top and blatant womanhood.

 

   You know how at every show there is the one super psyched guy? He or she is always a row or two in front of me feeling the music in their deepest of souls and moving their bodies in a way only they understand. I remember I went to an Indigo Girls concert in the 1990s and there was a hundred pound girl dancing and singing and yelling with an enthusiasm known only to the superfan. Well, at Meshuggah superfans were everywhere. They are such a loved band. I had the feeling people had been waiting for this night for weeks, maybe months.

Full Article @ MetalSucks



DEMI LOVATO + SLAM METAL = PROFIT by endlessgonzo

Sergeant D of MetalSucks treats us to this lovely tribute to Demi Lovato from his slam projekt ENPEDESTALMENT. I wish I had a million tweeters, too.



Slaves to the Lame (aka Emmvre) by orlandooom407

Thanks to everyone who contributed to this juvenile display of hatred. I laughed. I cried. But mostly laughed.

Real articles resume tomorrow (maybe).

– Jared Oates



Sigh – In Somniphobia by orlandooom407

I never imagined a dead baby sales(wo)man to peddle their wares to beggars, but I never really anticipated aforementioned morbid capitalist to dawn regal garb to further accentuate her gluttonous womb. Tokyo’s Sigh returns! I’ve never been scarce on my praise for Hangman’s Hymn, and In Somniphobia packs just as many refrained declarations of antagonism, four thousand foot guitar solos, and loin soaking saxophone as the last. This album excretes intoxicating auditory delirium that seamlessly galavants through, what I would’ve originally imagined as disjointed if described this way, a blackened avante-garde opera giving a nod to free form barefoot jam, pocket protector prog rock and even other worldly Hawkwind spiced rock ‘n roll. Further on one will find this opus littered with zany fits of keyboard guitar synergy, and even a arousing bluesy interlude that could’ve played a couple riffs just a bit longer to avoid further rewinding. I had to rewind four times for the record. I won’t ruin any more surprises, but god damn can Dr. Mikannibal tear up that sax. If you, the reader, appreciate the genre bounding acrobatics of bands like Boris, Mr.Bungle and Shining click the link below or click here to order it from Candlelight Records.

Sigh is streaming In Somniphobia for FREE on SPOTIFY.

I’ll be electing In Somniphobia as a potential best record for March 2012. However, the competition should get pretty fierce with new Melvins, Black Breath, and even Overkill out this month as well. If your band, or your friend’s band, is releasing something this month send me an e-mail. If it sounds anything like this video please be sure to delete your e-mail prior to sending. Thanks.

– Jarad Oates Haggard