A young electric bass virtuoso from Memphis – extraordinary chops/hyper lumber.. the name? Dwayne Thomas Jr aka MonoNeon! dry roasting big batches of fissiparous Funk & fusoid Hip-Hop lampoon. Lashings of sumptuously nimble bass-slapping, without shame nor restraint. Majorly awed by Funkadelic, Michael (Fuckin’) Henderson & Prince (MonoNeon was one of the last musicians to collaborate with Prince before the fatal dose) – it has a very specialized retro mannerism & attention to phonetics (larders heaving with Herbie Hancock style synths from the 70’s era) Continue reading MonoNeon-selfie quickie 2wooo & welcome to whatever the fyuck EP’s: →

Oh! A wonderful triple crack in the cranium here. Presumably a two-piece (I write this half-blind, with only the physical tape for details & no internet access) of garbage-spew trash-Noisecore with vicious hysterical Blurcore tendencies. It’s billed as “Shitnoise” (or at least the band’s name opts for this indication) but it’s too fierce & too well recorded (in a Tascam over trash way! still weeping-wound lo-fi scuzz, don’t worry). Continue reading Shitnoise Bastards-this is a threat EP cassette: →

Karen Finley-the truth is hard to swallow LP:

Good grief! What do you know about Karen Finley? So my precision on the exact historical account will be straight scabrous, but Karen was (& may well still be) an arch nutty bitch from Chicago who took a penchant to shall we say “insalubrious” & histrionic performance art. Somewhere in the 70’s or 80’s she shifted to California before eventuating in New York. My reference is her records & not her performance art, which I have never witnessed nor studied. This particular emesis episode, the Truth is Hard to Swallow, is from 1987. Now, Karen really is a wing-nut! Her theme is basically stupid, hyper crude, ridiculously explicit, amateur, screamy, tattered & badly misshapen-rap styled hysteria, cobbled into strings of grossly swollen, tangential & thoroughly nonsensical Tourettes. Continue reading Karen Finley-the truth is hard to swallow/tales of taboo LP’s: →

Grindcore! This once formidable genre has been gutted by over commercialization, saturation- stockpiling & a failure to intensify or expand beyond watered-down versions of the same old shit (possibly with added toss n’ gloss so it’s more marketable to the metal fan-base). This crew of White Lightening mendicants have a little something else to offer, with a deeply personalized concoction of erratic Grindcore infused with Power Violence, Hardcore & even a little Extreme Metal & Punk influenza. Continue reading The Afternoon Gentlemen-s/t 12”LP: →

A classic as far as I am concerned. Pianist Andrew Hill leads this cult 1965 session with a procession of black harlequins on a dark carnival of Avant ethno-Jazz that’s stewing in ju-ju & streaming mystique way’ way off the tourist track. Fevered, pouring with perspiration & with a suave tenebrosity, it runs like the sound track to an imaginary voodoo thriller from the least accessible enclave of West Indian obscura in the thrall of celebrating a unique yearly festivity. Continue reading Andrew Hill-compulsion!!!!! CD: →