We’re Back!…And so is Final Conflict!

•May 29, 2013 • Leave a Comment


We’re back!  Dude…I have been sick, I’m still sick but doing much better.  Every couple of years it creeps up on me and fucks me up in a big way.  It’s brutal and I lose all motivation, it’s all I can do to just get the simple things done.  I’ll spare you the gruesome details, actually I’m working on something that will most likely go up on Profane Existence.

Oh…And FINAL CONFLICT is back too!  And I am going to see them.  Just two weeks ago I didn’t think I’d be able to pull this trip off due to health, even now its still going to be sketchy but I am committed.

Last year at Chaos in Tejas I had the pleasure of meeting Ron Martinez and gushed upon him my adoration for FINAL CONFLICT that goes back to the 80’s.  I proudly called off all the FINAL CONFLICT releases I had and he informed me that I was missing a European tour 7″ (which he hooked me up with!).  In that conversation he let me know that this year’s Chaos In Tejas would see him front the band again alongside the mighty Jeff Harp.  Un-fucking-real!!!!  Nothing is going to stop me, not even my fucked up guts…

Here is an interview I did a couple of years ago on ThrashHead with Jeff Harp….Check it out.


COLDSTEEL – America Idle CD

•April 21, 2013 • Leave a Comment



COLDSTEEL – America Idle CD


Being an avid collector of any old thrash record I can get ahold of, I was surprised that I had never come across COLDSTEEL. With a couple demos and only 1 album to their name I guess that would explain why I might have missed them. Its always interesting to see how these reunion albums go, sometimes you get a total kick ass album or sometimes you end up with a confused attempt at some tough sounding riffs and over all poppy feel. I’d say COLDSTEEL has done a pretty good job with creating some new thrashers on ‘America Idle’ without sounding like they are forcing anything.  The overall sound here is actually quite diverse. It starts with a catchy raging riff on the title track and never really lets up. Lots of bay area style mosh moments mixed with small dashes of that east coast technical speed metal sound reminiscent of REALM or TOXIK. The vocals are equally diverse ranging from the James Hetfield ‘yeeah’ style to more ‘Ritual’ era Chuck Billy groove oriented phrases and there are plenty of shouted gang vocals that have more of a hardcore feel rather than your usual 80s backing shouts. I have found this album growing on me with every listen. I can’t help but start banging my head a few times while doing the dishes or folding laundry. COLDSTEEL definitely have something going for them and I look forward to a full length. (Joe)





•April 9, 2013 • Leave a Comment




I really didn’t know what to expect from HELLBASTARD.  The band is really just Scruff and whatever hired guns he has and their last few releases were so triggered and polished I had a hard time digesting them.  There would be times that I wasn’t sure if I was listening the legendary HELLBASTARD or some recent trigger happy,  pro-tools, cookie cutter BS from MORBID ANGEL or some other bland shit.  Even though Scruff goes through band members like I go through toilet paper he is the keystone to this band and he still has his chops.  He can still whip some crusty metal jams with the best of them writing some of the sickest riffs that side of the pond.  This is a headbanging, crusty, denim vest thrash-a-thon.  Even if the track ‘Sons of Bitches’ has that goofy “Shut the fuck up” part that reminds me of that radio rock band BRIDES OF DESTRUCTION, the songs are still solid and will kick your unwashed ass.  The 4 songs on their side of this record all have infectious hooks and incredibly well crafted.  Again, Scruff is a riff genius and can still rip out some world class, killer, fuckin’ songs! But alas, the triggered drums are not completely removed, they are still there but thankfully they are not as overbearing as what I mentioned earlier.  For the most part I can really get into this but I can see where some of my friends might be challenged by the trigger happy drums.  The same is true with RESISTANT CULTURE, I can live with the triggers (maybe because I listen to lots of Metal?) but some of my friends who really are heels dug into more traditional crust and hardcore can’t deal with it.  Off the top of my head I know two dudes who really want to like RC but they can’t get past the triggers.  These same dudes really didn’t spend any time with the last couple of HELLBASTARD releases either.  I am really upset by this as their tunes are so righteous, I really want to celebrate the virtues of their side of this split but I am not able to sing my praise for this from the mountain tops because of the restraints I feel imposed upon me by the technical aspects of this record.  GodDamnit!  Why? Why?  Just get rid of the triggers and let the crust flow from the speakers!   With the pleas to the band I plea to the punx, crusties and thrashers…Please! Please!…Please give HELLBASTARD a chance here and look past the Pete Sandoval drums and recognize the wonderful compositions Scruff and company have prepared for us…


Before I even put this on I wondered if DRESDEN was going to hold up in sound versus what I expected to be a pretty slick and “professional” mix on the HELLBASTARD side.  This record could easily feel really lopsided, that was a risk that seemed obvious as soon as I heard this project even existed.  It’s not 2 seconds into the record and it’s easy to identify that DRESDEN is more than prepared for this pairing.  They turn in a terrific display of metallic crust with enough twists and turns that no song can be labeled as predictable or uninspired or whatever bland terms MRR and RAZORCAKE have been throwing at the crust reviews over the last few months.  DRESDEN shows that there is still a lot of fun to be had in this genre as they infuse thrash metal guitar riffs with rapid fire hardcore drumming and creative songwriting.  Bitty’s gruff shout is backed with the brutal deep grunts of Jimmy and Bones.  It’s a tried and true formula that really works for them well.  You can sing along with Bitty and get gnarly when the guitar players start spitting out the back-ups.  As I started to mention at the beginning the mix and production values of the DRESDEN side are fuckin’ aces.  It’s as thick as the crust on the pizza in those new Caesar’s commercials (what shit pizza by the way) and as powerful as the stink from my cat pan (I need to change that…tonight!).   Basically folks this is the exactly what I am all about.  Do you want a good record review from me?  Turn in some thoughtful, powerful, interesting metallic crust with rad riffs, memorable songs and a production that sounds like you give a shit.  It’s that simple really.  I can’t say anything bad about this (why would I want to?)and the only real constructive criticism I have is “rock harder”.  There is always room to rock harder.  (JoshMosh)





HERÄTYS – Näen Punalsta EP

•March 30, 2013 • Leave a Comment



HERÄTYS – Näen Punalsta EP –

FUCK YEAH!   HERÄTYS always delivers!  The 12” from 2010 was a total killer but this EP is absolutely blistering!  The songs, as always, are frantic and crazy and feel like a car careening out of control down a scandinavian mountain pass, but always keeping it somehow on the road.  I think at least the guitarist, is from the legendary SKITKIDS and you can instantly hear it in this.  These guys all are from Sweden but all these songs are in Finnish which gives it a kinda different texture to the vocals, more snarling and vicious somehow.  Sadly, this is supposedly their swansong, since i’ve heard they broke up after this was recorded.   I was super bummed that they didn’t make it to play Chaos in Tejas last year.  Get this now cause HERÄTYS will go down as a classic band and this is their best.


La Familia


This is a different record but gives you some idea…

Heavy Nukes – Ultra Mega Raw 7′

•March 30, 2013 • Leave a Comment

Heavy Nukes


HEAVY NUKES – Ultra Mega Raw 7”

File this under “could be a lost relic”.  This is no nonsense early Swedish hardcore punk that draws an obvious comparison to SHITLICKERS and ANTI-CIMEX, and done spot on.  In fact it sounds so raw and stripped down that it would be easy to convince someone that this was a lost or unreleased recording from that time and place.  Absolutely over the top reverb drenched vocals that sound like they were recorded while sitting in a metal trash can.  Raw and chaotic guitars and uber fast drums but its the no-bullshit approach to the recording and production that makes this so great.  It sounds great, but only because it was played great.  With fury.  Now some things certainly benefit from a bigger sound but this sounds like a trip thru time.  Like you just found a lost tribe in the forest doing their thing despite having the academics say they were long dead.  I think these guys may be from Germany but I can’t tell from this release.  All the songs are in english with the exception of a perfectly suited cover song.  KILLER!


Static Age Records



Fart at the Devil!!!

•March 30, 2013 • 2 Comments

The smell of rotting ass met with the vibrissa of my nose and a strange discomfort ensued.  Normally when I smell another’s stench I laugh, pull my shirt over my nose and run. It is okay if I have to smell the peeping starfish of a buddy, a mate but an unfamiliar person’s poop shooter odor I do not mess with. I even hold my breath when I walk to close to strangers just because I don’t want to smell their personal musk. What about my own recipe? Love it! I have always enjoyed a good shredder. You know, one that makes your eyes water.

One day something else happened to me. I think, really, it was a culmination of events that lead to me smelling this particular offensive redolence. This fart was an insult to me, aimed at me and delivered with grace and poise. This was meant as a sucker punch by a vindictive old lady. It had to be, that is the only scenario my mind can except as truth.

I had just smoked a lot of hash, hey I’m from Colorado lay off, and was wandering around the aisles of Costco. Costco is a mega whole sale store that threatens to eat everything around it. I had given a buddy a lift there so he could buy snacks for his poker games. As he shopped I roamed about, aimlessly. I think I was staring into Deep Space located securely in a pile of cheap jeans when out of the corner of my right eye came a smear of black and red that stopped on the other side of the table littered trousers from me. This instantly pulled me out of my time traveling ways. This little old gal locked eyes with me in an epic stare down for the ages.

When I first meet people I don’t like to stare them in the eye for extended periods of time, if I am shaking your hand or talking to you I will meet eyes but I do not stare long. I find it uncomfortable to stare in strangers eyes for more than 10 seconds at a time. I have been given shit for this time to time like at new job or what not. Hey I keep to myself and I’m polite so I don’t see what the problem is. Recently I had started a new job and as I became friendly with my coworkers one of them said that same thing to me. Armed with the recognition of that fact, I realized this moment in Time would be perfect to work on my social awkwardness. So I decided to visually eviscerate this stranger. I gazed deep into those nearly cataract eyes as long as my soul would allow her act of terror to hold me in its clutches.

Five seconds, ten seconds, I could hear the sweat pushing through my pores, to look away became the only option my reeling mind could handle. 15 seconds… Oh fuck, this lady is creeping me the fuck out. 20 SECONDS!!! Oh shit!!! The big blink came, I broke first. I had too. I could no longer stare at this old woman’s erroneous pencil tipped eyes. I lost that impromptu stare down, I looked away for less than a billionth of a nanosecond but I was all too late.  When my eyes returned to her Manson Lamps It was over, she stared at me for about two seconds more then made a strange face and walked away.

Instantly a wave of shame washed over me, I am a looser, I cannot even win a simple stare down but then something else then washed over me. It was fart! A plain and simple, good old fart. Then it hit me, I just got farted on by a little old lady, on purpose! When she departed ways with me she left very scornfully with a scowl on her face.  I called out to my buddy who was just walking up on the scene if he had farted. No was the reply that lead me to conclude that I had just been assaulted by a flatulent old bag! She just napalm raided me like any good imperialist does.

I don’t believe she just came over and just happened to fart on accident. For one thing she left the way she came and didn’t take any of the pants that seemed to be the focal point of our meeting. Maybe she is a stare down expert who travels around expelling flatus on anyone who loses in her unofficial contests. I think not. I believe she came over to stare at my soul and judge me in good Christian fashion then fart on the Devil. It’s a little different then shouting at the Devil I suppose.

Why do I jump to this conclusion? Because this sort of thing happens to me, fuck it happens to any rocker. I happen to usually wear one color and that color is black. Christians associate that color with Satan worship and I was covered in it, I even had black socks on. I have had people start yelling at me all over Denver about Jesus. They always look me up and down then make their judgments; if they are unsure then some will come flat out and ask if I worship the Dark Father. If I am feeling peppy I will usually turn the tables and rant like a southern preacher about anti-theism, and how my way is full of love and the way of Jesus is full of hate. I think I will blame the victim here a little. When I became a punk I knew I was going to make myself a minority. Fuck, I wanted to. That was the purpose, to show I rejected everything the majority of Americans held important. I wanted for most people to look at me and cringe. I fully accept the reaction that my attitude it invokes. You hope to open minds but usually you just become a target. Granted I am not some young green mohawked ne’er-do-well flipping off the general public. I feel I am pretty reserved in my middle age. I do still wear a studded vest with a rad Extinction of Mankind back patch, have a few piercings and occasionally die my hair but I am not the traffic sign I use to be. Even if I dress nice it seems I can’t drop it, I am this way no matter what I wear or what my surroundings are now.

I went to a cabaret show with a friend named Anna. I was dressed in a god damned suit with my hair combed, I was looking sharp, sharp enough the waitress even hit on me. We were seated in the middle of the room behind a couple bachorlette parties and a few people on their first dates. The emcee came out and started to tell some jokes and get the crowd warmed up before introducing the different acts. In between one of these acts he came out and said in his fake but well- rehearsed Spanish accent “We have a lot of beautiful women in the crowd tonight.” He pointed over to an attractive lady and the spotlight followed his cue. Then he said “and here is another beautiful woman.” And the spotlight once again followed his finger and lit up another middle aged gal and everyone applauded. The he yelled out “and look at this foxy gem” and the spot light goes onto a woman in her 80’s. The crowd laughed riotously and you wonder what could happen next to possible top that. Well, let me tell you. That is when he uttered “and look at this beautif….ohhh!?!” just as the spotlight bathed me in its glorious postulance.  The whole crowd vigorously slammed their palms together and laughed at what was paradoxical of a handsome woman, me.

Okay, okay that’s great but it happened again a few months later but instead of thirty people pointing and laughing at me it was over a thousand. Me and Anna went and saw Cirque du Soleil, Quidam and it was awesome. I have never seen anything like that. We were seated front row for this spectacular event. We could not believe our luck as to our seating and with great anticipation we sat down as the nights festivities began.  After many amazing performances an old time clown mime hybrid appeared and he started to silently act out the same gag that had happened at the cabaret show.

The mime would point at a pretty girl in the crowd, make big boob hands and the spotlight would come down and highlight a young lady in the crowd squirming in discomfort and the audience would go into hysterics. I as soon as I saw this I knew it, I knew to a tee what was going to unfold by the end of this escapade. As the mime made his way through the different stages of the gag, all I could think was poor Anna has to be plopped down next to the freakish mutation that apparently sits polar opposite of attractive on the beauty scale.

When I glanced to my left and saw that big spotlight land on another unsuspecting grandmother out with her family for a night of fun. I just closed my eyes, tried to shrivel lower in my seat and let my head sag a little. As I sat there trying my Zartan hardest not be noticed the mime went right on with his stupid act. Suddenly bright oranges laced with brilliant reds and purples lit up the back of my eye lids. Once again I was in the spotlight living out my role in this lame joke. I opened my eyes smiled and politely nodded to the idiot on the stage. There was an attractive female squeezed into her designer clothes seated next to me so the mime grabbed her and brought her up on stage.

What are the chances I would get to be part of the same gag within a couple of months of each other? I just attract it.  Do not think I am crying about it. Sometimes it gets old, being the scapegoat with Up Yours scrawled across his shirt that is so well illustrated on that old poster that adorns the walls of probation officer’s, principal’s, and social counselor’s rooms around the country. The classic punching bag. What’s funny is I love it, I am here on purpose. As I ride my bike downtown I know I would cleanse myself in a thousand old women ass bombs over and over again rather than except any of this system as legitimate.  I love it when some dick wipe driving down the street in his S.U.V. yells faggot at me.  It surprises me that I can elicit that sort of brain damaged response just by my outward appearance.  There is no way I cannot be a punk and I don’t even know what that is anymore.  But it is in everything I do from how I take a shit to how I shop for groceries. It is better to keep your mouth closed and have people think you are an idiot than it is to open it and prove them right. (Attucks)

KILLING JOKE North American Tour!!

•March 29, 2013 • Leave a Comment

Too bad they cancelled Chaos in Tejas last year and are skipping my town.  Bummer…



KILLING JOKE: Exclusive Track Premiere Hosted By Decibel Magazine

North American Tour To Commence Next Month


In celebration of their soon-to-be-released three-disc anthology and long anticipated North American tour, Decibel Magazine is offering up a rare stream of KILLING JOKE’s “Timewave” demo! Previously unreleased, the track was recorded during the Absolute Dissent studio sessions and comes by way of

The Singles Collection 1979-2012.

Capturing KILLING JOKE’s enormous ever-evolving story with a series of dark, apocalyptic songs that have successfully combined disco, funk and shamanic wisdom with the dark side of the punk rock fall-out, The Singles Collection 1979-2012 offers up thirty-three career-spanning singles over two CDs with an additional third disc of rarities, including previously unreleased studio tracks. The three-CD version will be limited in number, reverting to two CDs containing the singles tracks. The Singles Collection 1979-2012 is set for release via Spinefarm/Universal on May 14, 2013 with the digital version dropping two weeks prior on April 30th.

Check out “Timewave” courtesy of Decibel Magazine at THIS LOCATION. For the full track listing, point your browser HERE.

As a precursor to the release, KILLING JOKE will embark on a North American run of live dates set to commence April 19 in New York City. The special tour will coast through ten more cities before coming to a close on May 5th in Los Angeles. See the updated itinerary below.

KILLING JOKE The Singles Tour 2013:
4/19/2013 Irving Plaza – New York, NY
4/20/2013 Paradise – Boston, MA
4/21/2013 Union Transfer – Philadelphia, PA
4/23/2013 Cafe Campus – Montreal, QC
4/24/2013 Lee’s Palace – Toronto, ON
4/26/2013 Empty Bottle – Chicago, IL
4/27/2013 Empty Bottle – Chicago, IL
4/30/2013 Neumos – Seattle, WA

5/01/2013 Rickshaw Theatre – Vancouver, BC

5/03/2013 Fillmore – San Francisco, CA
5/04/2013 Brick By Brick – San Diego, CA
5/05/2013 Henry Fonda – Los Angeles, CA

With a fierce intelligence combined with a thirst for esoteric knowledge that matches a sound that is visceral and almost spiritual in its primal spirit, KILLING JOKEare like no other.  This is a group spawned from punk rock that set out on one of the most remarkable and idiosyncratic journeys ever. Their influence has been enormous, with an unlikely roll-call of musicians taking their cues from the KJ catalog, from Nirvana to most modern American metal to many DJs and dance music mavericks. With their original line-up of Jaz Coleman, Geordie, Youth and Big Paul continuing to hold firm, KILLING JOKE have something sulphurous and strong that few bands have come close to matching the band’s innate power. Details on a new full-length to be announced in the coming months. Stay tuned.





Episode 3 – Conspira-TRUTH

•March 29, 2013 • Leave a Comment

Here is the latest episode of the pod cast I do with a friend. It’s pretty entertaining…Dig it.



In Episode 3 we talk about controversial events where if you were one of the early people speaking about this you were labeled a nut job, conspiracy theorist. These types of things have happened throughout history and we start with the more recent and move back in time. Items discussed include, the government mass bullet buy, drones over America, the war on drugs, the privatized prison system, the assignation of Martin Luther King and more. Hope you enjoy.

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IN DEFENCE – Into the Sewer

•March 19, 2013 • 1 Comment

In Defence


IN DEFENCE – Into the Sewer CD

IN DEFENCE have earned themselves a spot with the great crossover thrash bands of today.  They have really been gaining some momentum and I think it’s fair to say they are right there falling in just behind GHOUL who is nipping on heels of the party-pizza thrash-core godz MUNICIPAL WASTE.  Each band serves a complimentary dish of their thrash-punk stew but with their own personal ingredients.  MW boasts beer as the key to their flavor where GHOUL seasons their thrash with human flesh.  IN DEFENCE cook up their mosh-pit-pie (yes, you can borrow that for a song title!) with a healthy, full-serving, of tongue-in-cheek politics.   Each band also has totally off the hook stage shows and IN DEFENCE’s often involves fire!  ‘Into the Sewer’ is a collection of tracks that were originally released on LP and a couple of different 7”s and splits.  They have all been gathered here for your convenience in the form of a CD that covers 22 fist pumping, sing-a-long, circle pitting, taco eating, tracks of righteous mosh-core.  The absolute stand out track on this disc is the unexpected MINOR THREAT cover.  You truly have to hear it to believe it.  Lace up your Vans, flip you hat bill, call more dudes and dive face first ‘Into the Sewer’!!!  (Josh Mosh)


And you can get it for only $6.66!


BONE SICKNESS – Alone in the Grave

•March 15, 2013 • Leave a Comment

Bone Sickness_2


BONE SICKNESS – Alone in the Grave 12” LP

Fuck yeah!  I’ll cut to the chase…This album rules!  BONE SICKNESS hail from Olympia Washington and I had to do a double take on my confirming if they were a newer active band or old vets that were overlooked back in the day and were either reliving their youth or seeing a re-press of long lost classic.  I say that because BONE SICKNESS really captures that early UK Death Metal sound as it evolved from crust and grindcore.  Just listening to them makes me want to re-read ‘Choosing Death – An Improbable History of Death Metal and Grindcore’.  If you haven’t read that book you haven’t lived.  It’s really a good history of the UK crust scene as well… To nail it down BONE SICKNESS bring bands like BENEDICTION and ‘Utopia Banished’ / ‘Harmony Corruption’ era NAPALM DEATH to mind or  even ‘Clandestine’ era ENTOMBED. Oh, and we can’t leave out AUTOPSY.  I think you get the idea of what I am trying to say here.  In short…They kick ass.  The seven songs clock in right around 20 minutes and there isn’t a safe second amongst them.  You cannot stop to rest for even for just a few quick breaths; BONE SICKNESS will find you and kill you.




here’s an older track to satisfy your thirst for death as the above mentioned title doesn’t come out until April.