Friday, July 16, 2010

Foxboro Hot Tubs and Pinhead Gunpowder News/ Stop, Drop, and Roll!!! Review


I will be reviewing Pinhead Gunpowder's entire discography.
However, I will not be able to fully review Money Money 2020 by the Network as of yet. If you remember the first time I put this post up, it had a different title, and I criticized this album for being too boring. Well, I got the wrong cut of it.
I can't seem to find the right copy anywhere online, so I have to buy the actual CD, unfortunately.
Anyway, I also had a mini-review of Stop, Drop, and Roll!!! by the Foxboro Hot Tubs up here as well, as a precursor to my (*sigh*) rather extensive foray into Green Day's massive territory.
Here, I will review the entire thing, because I have a bit of guilt at not giving it the justice I feel it deserves.
Album: Stop, Drop, and Roll!!!
Artist: Foxboro Hot Tubs
Release Date: 2008
Lineup:
Reverend Strychnine Twitch (aka Billie Joe Armstrong): Lead vocals
Jason White: Lead guitar, backing vocals
Kevin Preston: Rhythm guitar
Mike Dirnt: Bass, backing vocals
Tre Cool: Drums, percussion
Jason Freese: Keyboards, saxophone, flute
Put quite simply, Stop, Drop, and Roll!!! is garage rock perfection. Inspired after one too many shots of alcohol, Billie Joe Armstrong and his friends were inspired to make some "rockin' eight-track recordings." Well, this rock 'n' roll revival record sure is rockin'.
I can't explain just how great this album is. Clocking in at just over half an hour, you could listen to it over and over and not get bored, as the songs are for the most part, fast-paced and heavy, and the ones that aren't, are sweet, fun, and slow rockers. The title track, also the opener, is probably the best track on the album. It's fast as hell, at time profane, and filled with balls-to-the wall garage rock that evokes the likes of the Who and the Sonics.
Another track, like the blast of calculated distortion Alligator, recalls the Kinks (and even sounds a bit like You Really Got Me at times), while others, like the slow-burner Dark Side of Night makes you think of the 13th Floor Elevators or similar psychedelic garage bands.
In fact, the entire album sounds like it could have plucked off of the Nuggets compilation, and that doesn't make it sound any less amazing.
Thank you, Green Day, for making one kick-ass garage rock side-project, and thank you, side-project, for making one kick-ass garage rock album!

Thursday, July 15, 2010

I Miss Green Day

UPDATE: I'm reviewing most of this out of order on my Punknews account, and it will probably show up there first, so look for the reviews by Loomis on the Green Day page at punknews.com.
Let me explain: Green Day was one of the first bands I ever got into.
As a young 'un growing up, I was already starting to display a love of music (punk rock like the Ramones in particular. Especially the Ramones. I had a thing for the Ramones when I was little).
So, I heard the song Basket Case on the radio and instantly fell in love with their punk-revivalist music. So, I'm taking the liberty of reviewing Green Day's entire discography.
Here are the albums I'm reviewing in chronological order:
1,039/Smoothed Out Slappy Hours (It would be useless and redundant to review 39/Smooth, 1,000 Hours, and Slappy separately)
Kerplunk! (including the Sweet Children EP packaged with it)
Dookie
Woodstock '94
Insomniac
Bowling Bowling Bowling Parking Parking
Nimrod
Foot in Mouth
Unplugged Live
Warning
International Superhits!
(I'm also reviewing International Supervideos!)
Shenanigans
Pop Disaster Tour
Various B.S.O.
American Idiot
American Idiot B-Sides
Bullet in a Bible
Transmissions
21st Century Breakdown
Live in Tokyo: Last Night on Earth
Last of the American Girls EP
I will not be reviewing the Foxboro Hot Tubs and The Network material as of now (although it might be a possibility later), although I will most likely be reviewing Pinhead Gunpowder's material later. Thank you and good day.
P.S. I will be doing track-by-tracks on some albums like American Idiot, and basic overviews on others like International Superhits!

Wednesday, July 14, 2010

A Tribute to Kurt Cobain

On February 20th, 1967, Kurt D. Cobain was born into this world.
Then he became one of the most legendary figures in rock history. Kurt Cobain popularized grunge, busted down the door for alternative rock (and the punk revival of the 90s), and, more importantly, fronted one of my favorite bands of all time, Nirvana. I love Nirvana. I think they are amazing and they are the greatest grunge band. Not to say there aren't other grunge bands that are good, but Nirvana is the best grunge band, mostly because singer-songwriter-guitarist Cobain's lyrics were amazing, easy to relate to, completely unintelligible most of the time, nonsensical at others, and above all else, catchy as hell.
Kurt Cobain might be one of the most famous and influential figures of the past half a century, let alone his impact in rock history.
But let's rewind a second: As a kid growing up in the 70s, Kurt's life was, well, not the greatest. His parents were divorced, and while he was living with his father (who had remarried), he found himself the witness to some favoring of the new wife's kids.
A paraphrased quote from Cobain's grandfather says, "One his wife's kids could take a bite out of an apple on the counter, and he'd do nothing. Kurt could take a bite and get a slap upside the head." Kurt became dissatisfied with his life with his father, and his life with his mother was no better. Her boyfriend was abusive and at one point sent her to the hospital with a broken arm.
After a stint of bullying and insolence towards adults (as well as his first song, which expressed his distaste of police), Kurt's mom granted his father full custody.
Unfortunately for his dad, Kurt was a rebel and became to much for Daddy Dearest to handle, and he soon gave Kurt up to family and friends.
Kurt rejected the Christianity of his friend Jesse Reed, had no interest in sports, and befriended a gay student, making him the target of the homophobic student body (Kurt later said that he was "gay in spirit," and his Journals say that he wasn't gay, but wished he was to piss off the homophobes at school).
Kurt was an artistic kid, and received awards at school for his amazing works of art. On the flipside of his artistic tendencies, Kurt was also arrested for spray-painting the phrases "God Is Gay" and "Ain't got no how whatchamacallit."
Kurt was also got into music at an early age; he got a guitar for his fourteenth birthday, and as a teenager, he found solace in the Pacific Northwest punk rock scene; he soon became a patron of sorts of the practice space of local sludge-punkers the Melvins, of whom he was a huge fan. Cobain also later championed his artists (often of the obscure variety) when Nirvana achieved fame. His signature Chuck Taylors have the saying "PUNK ROCK MEANS FREEDOM" scribbled on them.
By the time Kurt was a sophomore, he realized he didn't have enough credits to graduate, so he dropped out and moved in with his mom, who gave him a choice: Get a job or get out. Next week, Kurt found all his stuff packed up for him.
After this banishment, he slept at friends' houses, occasionally sneaked back into his mom's basement, and during a few periods, hung out under the bride at the Wishkah River, although Nirvana bassist Krist Novoselic later said that it was impossible to sleep there, so we can assume Kurt would have just hung out there.
In 1986, he got a job at a Polynesian resort, got an apartment, and formed a relationship with Tracy Marander (whom I personally think he would have been better off marrying), about whom he wrote the song "About a Girl", featured on the albums Bleach and Unplugged.
After Marander broke off with him, he began dating Tobi Vail, whom he was deeply infatuated with, but she found the maternal comfort of a normal relationship sexist in the counter-cultural punk fantasy world they inhabited. Hanging out with Vail and her friend Kathleen Hanna, Vail spray-painted the phrase "Kurt Smells Like Teen Spirit" (actually a reference to a deodorant that Hanna joked Kurt smelled like), which Kurt took as having a revolutionary meaning, inspiring the title to the legendary teen angst song, Smells Like Teen Spirit. Most of Kurt's political and philosophical discussions with Vail inspired much of the lyrical content on Nirvana's breakthrough second album Nevermind.
In 1985, Kurt formed the band Fecal Matter, which recorded just one demo, Illiteracy Will Prevail, before their breakup in 1986. However, the song Spank Thru convinced Kurt's longtime friend and fellow punk rock devotee Krist Novoselic to form a band with him. In 1987, the band Nirvana gelled.
Host to a three-ring circus of drummers before finally settling on Chad Channing, as well as briefly adding second guitarist Jason Everman in February 1989 (whom Kurt lists as second guitarist on their first album Bleach, although he wasn't actually on any of the tracks-- Kurt had included it as a tribute for Everman contributing $606.17 to record the album. Everman left the band in July 1989 on friendly terms).
In June 1989, Nirvana released their debut Bleach, which Cobain named for an anti-AIDS ad he saw advising heroin addicts to bleach their needles. Most of the lyrics on Bleach were written just a couple minutes before recording, as Kurt adamantly supported his melody over what he was actually singing.
After this album, Kurt promptly fired Chad Channing and settled on new drummer Dave Grohl, with whom they recorded their major-label release, 1991's Nevermind.
Ho-ly SHIT. I cannot even begin to describe the impact this album had on mainstream music. It busted alternative rock and even some of the poppier punk bands out of the underground and into the dominant form of music on radio and music television.
This was followed up by 1992's compilation album Incesticide, containing B-sides and rarities that were being heavily bootlegged at the time. The liner notes of Incesticide read: "If any of you in any way hate homosexuals, people of different color, or women, please do this one favor for us- Leave us the fuck alone! Don't come to our shows and don't buy our records."
They also released the grungier, filthier, raunchier album In Utero in 1993.
By this time, however, Kurt felt persecuted by the media, and was having a hard time conciling Nirvana's, well, mammoth success with his underground roots.
He also hated people who claimed to be fans of the band, yet were ignorant of the political and social views that Nirvana held: opposition of homophobia, racism, and sexism.
With Kurt throughout these troubled times was his wife Courtney Love, whom he had met in 1990 when both still were members of strictly underground bands.
Love began pursuing Kurt and the two often were seen together, and bonded through their mutual drug use.
In 1992, Love discovered she was pregnant with Kurt's child. On February 24th of that year, they got married Waikiki Beach, against the advice of Sonic Youth's Kim Gordon, who warned Love that marrying Kurt would destroy her life.
Their child, Frances Bean Cobain, was briefly taken away from them because of reports the couple allegedly used heroin while Love was pregnant with her.
Heroin was found in Kurt's body at the time of his death.
Kurt officially died on April 5th, 1994, and was found dead in his greenhouse on April 8th, at the age of 27 (making him the youngest member of the inner circle of the 27 Club).
People say that he was the victim of a shotgun suicide. I believe that he was murdered by Courtney Love... but that's a story for another article.
The legacy that Kurt left behind was enormous. We can't comprehend just how important he was to alternative rock and rock music in general. In fact, we could probably say he is one of the most important figures in music history, and I have to say, without Kurt, I probably would have an amazingly shitty taste in music.
So thanks, Kurt, and I'll see you sometime, wherever you are.

Monday, July 12, 2010

Rant on Emos, the Radio, "Scenes", Trendy Kids, and Stupid People at the Skate Park

Hey everyone, it's the Thrasher, telling it like it is whether you like it or not.
And, I know most people here have said it before, but EMOS PISS ME OFF!
It's a fucking trend. That is ALL it is. There are no people COMMITTED to an emo lifestyle, unlike the indie/punk scene (which I am happily a part of). I asked this one kid, "If you're an emo, do you have to dress like one?"
RESPONSE: "Duh, douchebag! If you don't dress the part, you're not it. Fucking wannabe punk."
He has grip tape from my board permanently stuck up his ass.
Also, this whole emo scene has COMPLETELY usurped the punk scene, at least in my home town. I mean, I'm happy we're so completely obscure no one can even name a punk band (or even some poseur Good Charlotte shit), but now the fact that no one has even become a punk poseur anymore annoys the hell out of me, because before that was a sign that the scene wasn't dead yet! Remember back in the late nineties to about 2005ish, when everyone was going crazy thinking they were "punk" or "alternative" because they were in love with Simple Plan and the Madden Brothers? Where the fuck did that go? I'm not saying I miss it, but the same trendy assholes who used to think My Chemical Romance was punk now think they're emo. Which they're not, they're post-alternative.
Also on the subject of emo saturating the music scenes, especially in punk, I was at the skate park in my Misfits shirt the other day, and this one kid said, "You like the Misfits?" When I said I'm a fucking Fiend, and I wear my Crimson Skulls with pride, he said, "Kid, the Misfits are all emo and shit." Keep in mind he's two years younger than me and called me "kid" (going off on another tangent, why the hell do preps these days call other people "this kid over here," and compliment things by calling them "beast"? And for that matter, just FUCK the popular slang of today. I'm staying nineties with "man," "dude," etc.).
Also, emos have NO idea where emo came from. Emo shit came from the fucking awesome post-hardcore of the eighties like Fugazi, and then the equally fucking awesome emocore of the late eighties and early nineties like Jawbreaker and Samiam. Now people think Dashboard Confessional and Taking Back Sunday fucking INVENTED emo. Goddamn trendy fucks.
Emos have completely forgotten their roots, too. Now they're into pop rock testicle folds like Fall Out Boy, they're into Lil Wayne (what is with these wanksters sagging in SKINNY JEANS now?) or they're into shitty metalcore, deathcore, etc. bands (aka NOT REAL METAL) that they somehow feel the need to call "screamo" while at the same time ignoring what screamo really is, which is a punk rock evolution that came out of EMOCORE, so that would be bands like All, Plot to Blow Up the Eiffel Tower, etc. and today's alt screamo like Saetia and I Would Set Myself on Fire for You, etc. (Alexisonfire, Thursday, The Used, etc. ARE NOT SCREAMO! They are melodic post-hardcore, except for Alexisonfire's shittier metalcore singles like Boiled Frogs).
As for fashion, I'm not really criticizing anything because most of it is a fucking throwback to the past, except for the hair that blinds you, and skinny jeans. SKINNY JEANS. Now, I know the old-school punks wore tight clothes because they evolved out of the looser fashion of the hippies. But emos today are taking it to a whole new level. They're wearing it because it's FASHIONABLE. Punks wore it because the peace, love, empathy days of the hippies had died, and they were taking out their anger by wearing different clothes, among MANY other things. Emos wear it because it's tho fathionable (it's hard to imitate a lisp online, okay?)! THEY'RE NOT EVEN COMFY! THEY MAKE MY WAIST BLEED! If I'm gonna wear something, even if it's just because it's POPular (excuse my awful Ashley Tisdale impression), then I'd appreciate it if it FELT COMFY!
Next thing that I want to rant about are those GODDAMN SCENE KIDS! They pretend to be "in the scene" and "so fucking hardcore" when they are JUST as fucking trendy as the preps! Scene denotes underground, correct? I'm into that, I'll support local bands, go to shows, you know! BUT THEN, they're not into underground at all! THEY'RE JUST IN IT FOR THE FUCKING FASHION, AND YOU KNOW, THAT'S JUST A "CUTER" VERSION OF THE EMO CRAZE!
I know I'm getting worked up over MUSIC, but it's something I feel passionate about! All those fucking idiots who listen to wannabe EBM shit (EBM sucks anyway, God FORBID something would want to be it) like BrokeNCYDE or Hollywood Undead or pop rock shit like Kings of Leon or Fall Out Boy or pussy wannabe metal/"post-grunge" like Nickelback and the new Foo Fighters or punks who abandoned their roots like Green Day and blink-182 or radio pop shit like Lady Gaga, Taylor Swift, All-American Rejects, Katy Perry, Owl City, they're ALL THE FUCKING SAME! THEY ALL SUCK SHIT, I'LL RANT ABOUT THEM ALL IF YOU WANT ME TO! THEY ARE FUCKING TERRIBLE, AND THEY'RE HITS BECAUSE OF HIT RADIO, WHICH IS A MEDIUM USED TO PROMOTE ALBUM SALES, AND WHO ELSE BUT RECORD COMPANIES, WHO ARE PROMOTING SHITTY BANDS, BECAUSE *THAT KIND OF SHITTY MUSIC IS POPULAR NOW!* WHY? BECAUSE OF THE *GODDAMN MOTHERFUCKING SHIT LICKING VIRGIN RAPING BROWNEYE SUCKING RADIO!* And you people just let it fucking let it control you, don't you? YOU'RE FUCKING LAZY! You'd rather just sit back, hear twenty seconds of a fucking terrible radio song, laugh, and listen to it again! BECAUSE THAT'S ALL YOU WANT TO HEAR, BECAUSE THAT'S WHAT THE RADIO WANTS YOU TO BE! You're fucking sheep, and you disgust me. You will FOLLOW THE RADIO TO THE ENDS OF THE EARTH, because you know you can just fucking suck up the filthy cum it spews at you, and it knows you'll swallow, because it's a hit, because it's "good", BECAUSE IT'S ON HIT RADIO! TURN IT THE FUCK OFF, AND THINK FOR YOURSELVES, YOU MINDLESS ZOMBIES! YOU'RE THE REASON FOR PREPS, EMOS, SCENES, AND EVERYTHING, SO YOU HAVE NO FUCKING RIGHT TO COMPLAIN!
I'M THE THRASHER, AND I'LL RANT MORE NEXT TIME!

Sunday, July 11, 2010

Intro

Well, since my previous blogs didn't really pan out, I just opted to make a whole new one, being the awesome guy that I am.
So, you guys who read the blog will encounter music and movie/video reviews, short (or very long) rants, and even reader-requested stuff. So, let me just get started!