Tuesday, February 17, 2009

One Song In Words

Sitting in front of the computer drinking beer and smoking cigarettes, alone again, with nothing to fill this blog with. I wish there was a good Cleveland distro that would send me free music every week to write about when I’m stuck in moments such as this. Of course there is nothing like that or, at least, anyone willing to give me things in return for my writing. Oh well. Not everyone can make a living doing what they love and I’m unluckier than most so it makes sense I can’t even get a few demos on CD-R.

Then it hits me, right? Yes, it does (or did). The internet is full of free shit and I owe my success in the blogging world to the internet. So we should work together and make a child. I stress that I am drinking and alone right now.

I’m deciding to spend this free time I have so much of to check in on some myspace pages and playing a weird little game of catch-up with some of my favorite Cle bands. It’s probably easier for me this way: I can only come up with so many clever things to say about one band alone and describing an entire record in biting, hip and irreverent fashion is akin to walking to the liquor store. Too much work, I’d rather take the short route or drive.

Coffinberry
Long Story Short
I had heard rumors that these guys were taking a different direction these days, something more Nashville influenced rather than the usual New York or wherever over and undertones. They remain to me the most intelligent and overtly catchy band in Cleveland and this song literally dares you not to move your feet with its stomping rhythm. At once a modern indie rock take on Johnny Cash and a lower-fi Black Lips garage sound. Nicks vocals are extra raw here, maybe taking cue from the great story tellers before him. Whatever they are doing, it works.

This Moment in Black History
Obama
Oh jeez, just what the world needed. I have to wonder if TMIBH was the first hardcore band to write an ode to Obama or did Municipal Waste and Spazz beat them to it. Maybe they’ll be the last to walk such a strange route too because this is pretty damn awful. I’m all for some experimentation and I voted Barack as well but I could go the rest of my life without ever hearing this song again. I will note that the guitars sound brutal. Bad Brains type of brutal but that ridiculous chant of ‘Obama! Barack Obama!’ is more than enough to make me vote Kucinich.

Nunslaughter
Pyre
Hail Satan! I don’t know what to write other than my head has been pummeled and my heart stolen with a few minutes of this most earth shaking Metal. Some of my fondest Cleveland metal memories have been sparked by these evil suburbanites and this, heathens, is proof that where there are bullet belts and pentagrams there is talent and the smell of burning meat on the grill. Excellent.

Sun God
Bailin’ Out
This tune not only plays host to a bitching song title but it lives up to it by busting open my brains like a baseball bat of pure adrenaline. Reeking of all of my favorite 90s punk, Sun God posses an unbelievable amount of ability to riff away while staying melodic and metallic without any notion of cheesy post-punk reminiscing. If this is post anything its post-shitty Cleveland bands (their respective past projects withstanding. I mean Nine Shocks is Cleveland music to me). For some reason I always knew they were good, if not great, but today I stand here to proclaim them fucking KILLER. Inspiring enough to make me actually start a distro just to stock pile all of their new shit.

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