Music To Swing Sledgehammers By
The constant rain, cold and grey skies have finally gotten to me. Feeling restless, energy all pent up with no place to go, I've decided to spend the evening destroying my ear drums, or at least going through a few pencils as I drum my way across the desk or frightening my kids as I stomp my way across the living room. Oh yea. Cushions off the couch. STAGE DIVE!
Ultraspank - 5 (download)
The best band you never heard of that, unfortunately, doesn't exist anymore but was so fucking good while they lasted. Try singing this one while you're driving. Yelling "FIVE!!" in your best deep-throated heavy metal voice with the windows open will get you some stares. And you stare right back. Then bare your teeth and snarl. Maybe even let out a short growl or bark. That always shuts makes them turn their heads and pretend they never saw you.
Life of Agony - This Time (download)
Relentless. You could be in the best mood possible and not have a care in the world but when you hear this song you'll want to punch someone in the face just on principle.
Slayer - Stain of Mind (download)
Once I had this song on while I was washing the car and my neighbor came over and said "Dude, did someone piss in your Cheerios today? Don't you have any, you know, Simon and Garfunkel or something?" I knocked him unconcious, branded a pentagram on his chest with a hot needle and left him on the side of the road. Took his wallet, too.
Machine Head - Ten Ton Hammer (download)
So how do you know when you've reached middle age? When you hear yourself saying "GET OFF MY LAWN!" to the neighborhood kids. How do you know when middle age hasn't really curbed your enthusiams for kicking the shit out of people? When the snotty kid from down the block says, after you tell him to GET OFF YOUR LAWN "yea, are you gonna make me?" and you say "Like a ten ton hammer, son." And then you hog tie the kid, drop him down the sewer and tell him to wish Master Splinter a Happy Thanksgiving if he runs into him.
Shellac - Prayer to God (download)
Him - just fucking kill him, I don't care if it hurts.
Yes I do, I want it to,
fucking kill him but first
make him cry like a woman,
(no particular woman)
Gosh, I love Steve Albini.
And there you have it. Just some mellow musical musings for a Saturday night. Enjoy. Or not.
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