Backyard Babies "Total Live! Hultsfred 14.6.2001"

The Backyard Babies are a real odd band for me to like. They sound of like a blend SOCIAL DISTORTION, and GUNS N ROSES (which are two bands that I hate more than anything) doing mountains of blow and telling stupid jokes (two things which I enjoy). Anyhow, for some reason all of their singles and the TOTAL 13, MAKING ENEMIES IS GOOD, and STOCKHOLM SYNDROME albums which these Mike Ness and Slash worshiping powderheads released still gets played pretty regularly by me. I still like singing alog to it and playing air guitar to it. So check out this live bootleg, then go buy some of their stuff.

http://www.mediafire.com/?mkxlodu0jmj

Hard White

It's MixTape Monday and here goes some goodstuff.

A couple of years back I was in Amoeba's DJ/MIXTAPE section and I found what looked like a new ALCHEMIST mixtape called "Hard White: The Rockumentary". I was pretty excited to hear ALC behind the tables instead of just the boards, and the cover said it featured BIG NOYD and a couple of other QB folks. I dropped it in my basket, picked up some other shit, dropped some cash and split. When I got home and listened to it and I found out that it wasn't really a mixtape, but more like an album, and the only thing ALC did was introduce the mixtape. Needless to say I was a little bummed, but got over it pretty quickly when I heard SID ROAMZ beats and this dude named UN PACINO rap. As I listened to this over and over again for the next 2 weeks, I realized that I didn't give a fuck about any other flows on this thing but U.P.'s verses. Dude sounds like he's relaxed as fuck, while spitting the meanest shit, which is a perfect fit over SID ROAMZ synth heavy beats. Since then it seems like every couple of months I'll hear a song with UN on it and he steals the whole show. Not only that but he's also earned a bit of a reputation as "The Rapper Slapper" for knocking the shit out of entertainers who think the image their publicist gave them is real. Anyhow I wanted to listen to this and I think you folks might like it too.

http://www.mediafire.com/?5wzymajmxwm

It's been over a month....

...and I still don't have my shit together. I know, I know... Just take it easy. I didn't forget, I just got busy chasing dollars to pay rent and working on some other stuff.

"What other stuff?" your probably thinking. Well I'll tell ya.

1.) DEVIL 7" details. (it should be out the end of August)
2.) GEHENNA "This World Is A Shit Hole" 10" layouts and printing details. (Trust me, even though you may never get one, your gonna always want one. Limited to just 9 copies this soon to be a legendary piece of vinyl should be out by mid July. Start to save your money right now cause they're not gonna come cheap.)
3.) My Grandmothers death. (I wasn't really working on this one, it just sort of happened and took up a bit of time.)
4.) New GEHENNA shirt designs. (These are gonna be great. One will be exclusive through A389 Records and one through the great folks at ICON SCREEN PRINTING.)
5.) A special mail order edition of the GEHENNA - Lands Of Sodom 7". (this is gonna be done by mid July also).
6.) A post that was gonna knock the socks off of some folks.

So this is what I've got for you.

SUN OF THE SLEEPLESS - "Poems To The Wretches Hearts" MCD. This bad motherfucker came out in 99. I liked it a lot when I got it, but it wasn't until later that I really grew to know how much I had in common with this band.
In 2004 I lived at Murder Corner in the city of Orange. I used to lock my self in my room and snort massive rails of coke (we're talking shit the size of hightop sneaker laces) and try to use these songs to fly into another dimension. I would turn this up on my stereo, and I'd play my guitar or bass and hope Satan would use his power and force to control my hand and make the music I was playing and hearing open a portal. A magical passage to a distant place where the winds would drive the cocaine blizzards relentlessly, keeping me high for eons. Where the only light came from a flame climbing towards the end of a cigarette, and the glow of the front of a stereo. A place where the sounds of depressive, cruel, and suicidal minor chords bled into moans and screams of torture, hate, and misery. A place known to SUN OF THE SLEEPLESS as Germany.
Shortly after this CD they released a 7" called "1000 Kalte Winter". It had an all white cover with white printing, and white embossed letters. I think that Germany in 1999 and the city of Orange in 2004 were a lot a like.

Download this and get your guitar and the devil's dandruff ready to open your own gateways.

http://www.mediafire.com/?ymedjm5xttj