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31 jan 2012, 07:19Let's see if posting updates here generates some interest (and if it steps on someone's toes)...
Society's Dregs is a oi/street punk/hardcore/etc-distro founded in late spring/early winter 2011. Based in Finland, naturally the aim is primarily to distribute the stuff locally in Finland, but we ship worldwide as well.
SD Distro website
Latest additions (30.01.2012)
Chaoskrieger: Clockwork Skinhead
Chaoskrieger: Die Todesreiter
Close Shave: Lone Riders
Condemned 84: In From The Darkness (restock)
Forbidden Rage: Oi! The End
Glory Boys: Skinhead Resistance (restock)
Kampfzone: Kurze Haare, Schwere Boots
Kampfzone: Zwischen Den Fronten
Ultima Thule: Korpkvädet
Ultima Thule: Once Upon a Time
Ultima Thule: Vikingabalk
Vanilla Muffins: Sugar Oi! Will Win!!!
Vanilla Muffins: All give some - some give all
Condemned 84: The Real Oi!
The Jinx: Serbia, Boys In Blue And More
Kampfzone/Battle Scarred: split
V/A: East Coast Oi! Attack Vol. 1
24 maj 2009, 08:12And I mean stab in the sense of stabbing the heart of Country music with a rusty, poisoned knife. Luckily for us, she does't know how to wield a metaphorical knife and mainly ends up cutting herself. At least if album sales are to be used as a metric of her skills with said metaphorical knife, which is of course an odd thing to assume and as such I think this metaphorical train of likenesses is pretty much doomed.
What I was trying to say is that Jessica Simpsons' Country-album sucks and thank God, Satan or Cthulhu for its bad sales which made her label decide not to release more so-called Country albums from her.
I borrowed Do You Know from our local library about two weeks ago and last week I had managed to gather up the necessary courage and disregard for my own personal safety to put it on and give it a few thorough spins. Urgh. I lived to tell: I still haven't joined Jesus as a zombie.
I would call Do You Know bad, but that'd be an insult to the word bad. Things that are "bad" do not leave one cold and emotionless, they instill strong negative reactions against and create a strong desire to never again see/hear/listen to/experience this bad thing. Jessica Simpsons' Country-album isn't anything like that: you listen to it, and as soon as it stops spinning, you'll be strained to remember anything about it. It goes in from one ear and leaves from the other instantly without leaving any marks. It's the epitome of worthlessness in more ways than one. In a way I am awed that someone has managed to capture pure nothingness unto the silver disc so perfectly as this: listening and trying to understand this album is an excercise in futility because there is nothing to understand, nothing to experience, nothing at all. A lot of popular music and pop Country is surface only; when you scratch at the shiny surface, you reveal it only cover a bubble of nothing. Well, on Do You Know, even the surface is made from nothingness.
In one sentence: Do You Know is the third worst album I have ever heard, miles below all the bad albums I've had the questionable pleasure of hearing in my life. It's not quite as bad as Otto von Wernherrs' shitty Disco featuring Madonna on backing vocals (before her career kicked off properly), but a tad worse than the extremely condensed badness of Lost Soul Division's debut.
I must say I prefer an album that is genuinely bad above this emotionless, manufactured, unsincere and dismal radio-friendly soft rock, because even negative emotions are better than the utter void of any feelings this album leaves in one.
And Soft Rock is what this is, really. Music isn't made Country just because you add a bit of lap steel to it. That's as far as the "Country" in Do You Know goes. Strip it from the album, and you've got some average adult-oriented radio soft rock here, just as gray and tasteless as anything else that could be described by these words.
Hank III was right when he said that Pop Country really sucks. And Do You Know sucks even more than that. What a wretched album it is.
19 mar 2009, 07:02Please, whenever you listen to low-down miserable country, please tag individual tracks, artists and albums with the tag god-damned country in the hopes of building a great collection of streamable miserable country for when you're feeling desperate and are away from your music collection... hard to NOT feel desperate when your albums are away from you, eh?
I've been listening to it all morning... good stuff so far. But there could be more, right?
18 mar 2009, 07:51OUT NOW!
GRAVELESS SPIRITS #4 Psychobilly/Punk/Rockabilly/Country fanzine
37 pages, b/w, copy 'n' paste DIY zine
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- The Bullet Biters
- Thee Merry Widows
- The Kasketeers
- King James and the Idiots
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6 feb 2009, 08:28I really dig Nick Cave as a singer, musician and above all, lyricist. That's why I was quite interested in what his book And The Ass Saw The Angel would be like. I was not to be disappointed: it was a sick fucking book.
If there is a book that well and truly represent everything I dig about god-damned country-music, it is this book. It's got everything good miserable country music has: bible thumpin' zealous christian fanatics and preachermen, righteousness, downfall, divine wrath, insanity, alcoholism, degenerate and bloodthirsty dogs, drugs, hatred, murder, violence, God, Satan, decay, torment, pain, bloodshed, death, depression, drunkards, hookers, blood and rain. And much more. It's a delightfully and sickeningly twisted take on Americana as only Nick Cave can do it; similar to many of his lyrics with Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds, but exploring those same depths with far more detail.
The book loses some of its momentum towards the latter half when things start evolving towards an inevitable climax; the build-up just isn't written as tightly as it should be and results in slight tedium from time to time, and I must admit that the ending was a bit anti-climactic even though I didn't expect brimstone and hellfire. But the dragged-out build-up and then the somewhat minimalistic finalé sort of let the reader down.
However, as a debut novel, it's not half bad and the excellent first half alone makes it worth reading. If you like the music and especially lyrics of bands such as Those Poor Bastards and Sons of Perdition, I'd say you damn well must check out this book.
24 apr 2007, 17:42Songs of Desperation
There's dark music, then there's twisted music, and then there's also oppressive music. Now, I've been listening to stuff like Black Metal, Death Metal, Funeral Doom, Dark Ambient and Noise for years. Some of that stuff's rather dark and twisted, even oppressive. But not like Those Poor Bastards. Not at all.
"Gothic Country", you say? I don't know about that, although I guess it fits. It's dark, oh fucking YES!, and there is a little hint of a perverse romanticism in here as well, I'd say. And the Country-bit is undeniable.
If you've read HP Lovecraft's The Picture In The House, I would describe Songs Of Desperation as its soundtrack. Minimalistic, eerie, oppressive, haunting, fucked up and so very, very dark. The first few times you listen to this, you'll most likely be a bit confused with the weird soundscapes, but once you get past that phase, the dark and lunatic glory of Songs Of Desperation will be unveiled to you. You'll be hooked.
There is an abundance of dark music in the world, but few get the darkness, the maniacal and twisted aspects and sensations through to the listener as Those Poor Bastards. I don't know what it is, maybe it hits a common chord with some childhood fears or whatnot, but this is really effective music. The captivating vocals spew forth the twisted lyrics onto a most of the time minimalistic and fucked up Country-tune... this is what those scary, mad old hermits in their crumbled lone cabins sing about when they're drunk on cheap whiskey or moonshine.
To summarize it all: when making a list of Top-10 dark and scary albums, this would be included on mine. Outstanding.
22 mar 2007, 18:44Trans cunt whip
Q: What's worse than making a bad album?
A: Making an album that even after tens of listenings hasn't made any sort of impression.
That's "Trans Cunt Whip" by the German Tsatthoggua in short for you. Take one part of Swedish Black Metal a'la Marduk and one part of the over-the-top blasphemous Black Metal of Impaled Nazarene, add some silly try-hard provocation in the form of drug-worship and rather tiresome S/M-stuff, and you've got a good idea of what Tsatthoggua sound like.
In fact, the best thing about the band is probably their Lovecraft-inspired name. Granted, the playing sounds reasonably tight and the sound is okayish, which is why I give this two stars instead of one. But musically, this is pointless and oh so faceless. Being genuinely horrible would probably be better, that way they'd at least leave some sort of impression.
When I switch to something else, it'll probably take me a minute to forget what Tsatthoggua sounded like or that I even listened to them.
22 mar 2007, 12:28At Folsom Prison
Rarely is a live album a good first album to buy from any artist. At Folsom Prison by the legendary Johnny Cash is one such rare case: it was my first album by the Man in Black, and from the first tones (and the trademark "Hello, I'm Johnny Cash") of Folsom Prison Blues, this is a nigh-on perfect album and a prime example of how live-albums should be done: crystal-clear sound, awesome selection of songs, stellar performance, and stage banter that doesn't feel forced or alternatively overtly boasting; genuine is the word. Johnny Cash and his band were obviously enjoying themselves when playing at Folsom Prison, and this is transmitted to the listener. Unmistakable is also how much the crowd appreciated the performance.
Even though there's one or two songs on this album that I think could rather have been replaced by something else in Mr. Cash's repertoire, this is definitely a five star-album. They just don't get much better than this, period.