10 minutes and two hernias later

Chris Colohan well and truly has his fingers back in the figurative pies. Ex-Cursed gunslinger tries his hand at a more controlled take on Punk Rock whilst agreeing not to sacrifice any of the intensity of his old outfit. Download this demo and let the dry cured vocal stylings strip you like paint thinner. This could well turn out to be a band worthy of worship.

Burning Love demo (mediafire) - http://www.mediafire.com/?mnmgdmyqmln

Barred For Life

A few weeks ago I went to Thou Art in Sheffield, where unbeknown to me my glorious girlfriend had booked me an appointment.

Wipers - Is This Real?

Can't stop listening to this recently, I loathe myself for not discovering Greg Sage's punk genius until now. Brilliant songwriting on this album which influenced Kurt Cobain no end, so much in fact that he later covered D-7 & Return of The Rat with Nirvana. Worship this.

They were playing around with and cauterizing the foundations of what would later mutate into Grunge years before the Seattle sound gripped the international scene by the throat, but in the decades since they were at their best they've been skimmed over by the great rolling stone of general pop culture interest. Draw your comparisons with Husker Du and the other stalwarts of the 80's Indie scene, but appreciate them for what they are first and foremost



They asked me to take this link down, It is more than easy to find online however

No titles, All prospects

"I'm the one that has to die when it's time for me to die, so let me live my life, the way I want to."
— Jimi Hendrix

I repeat this back to my family nearly everyday of my life now, when they look at me walking out the door on my way to a show or when I come back to my cold bedroom with a tattoo dedicating myself to something I want to define my life by. I hate to say it but how can you say you know so much more than me if you havn't experienced things in life that I already have? Your straight-laced ways make no impression on me anymore.

Listen to this it will blow your fucking socks off.


Download (Mediafire)

Trash Talk. Tomorrow

Let's rage.

Insted - What We Believe

Download (Mediafire)
Formed in 1986 they were quite possibly birthed a little too late to have ever warmed themselves in the dirty limelight of America's independent Hardcore scene. The slow passage of time gifted the four sunblocked Californians enough wiggle room to feed the faster tempos of the mid 80's post East Coast explosion through a mesh of standard southern Californian Punk. Insted's concoction of straight ahead Hardcore is smattered with just enough snot to please any high schooler still blooming from the Descendants seed, and amps our far beyond the standard crunch you'd want from your hardcore - to set them apart from the bite of other scene mercenaries like 7Seconds & Uniform Choice.

British Punk this decade

Verse Chorus Verse

All over Pixies at the moment, smothering them like a cheap velour suit. This from Surfer Rosa is particuarly exquisite...
- More posts to come, I might put up a few shots I took from my photography project as most of them reference various Punk charlatans and scallywags in some way, shape or form, which you all might enjoy.

It rained dubstep inside my head today

The other week I saw members of Pendulum perform a DJ set in a basement only hours previously inked up by 'Australian Low-Brow Art Dirtbag' Kid Zoom. First and foremost I was beyond lucky to even be there, props to my girlfriend for letting me cling onto her coat-tails for the night. Tonight We Fire & Adelaide played one of the off shoots to the main basement room as part of their '09 tour and I got lumbered with filming the maelstrom of bodies and guitar necks colliding. Shouts to Matt Smithson for the best of the night's banter and a good catch up.

In between observing recreational drug use and dancing as white as a white man can dance, I took as many shots as the battery on Hannah's camera would allow. If it weren't for this photo evidence I probably wouldn't even remember being there, a true testament to the powers of a free bar and one guy who was more than willing to pour everyone shots of tequila. Cannot really figure out what time in the AM we peeled away from the house itself, but trivial details aside it was an absolute head fuck of a night and I devoured every sight and sound that my mind could latch onto.
'A good mopping later, none will be the wiser'