Wednesday, October 2, 2013

The Suck Foundation: Oi to the World!

The Suck Foundation is Emerald Miasma's journey through the insufferable, forgettable and bland music of Blitz's youth (namely 1997-2003). Ranked from still moderately listenable (Five Stars) to absolute trash (Zero Stars), these songs make you realize that sometimes a trip down Memory Lane isn't a pleasant one. Enjoy.
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I was a pretty aggro teenager. Despite my admitted obsession with sappy K-Ci and Jo-Jo-esque nonsense, I was super pissed about everything for no particular reason. I guess that's what being a teenage boy is all about: directionless aggression. Sure, I was a suburban kid with no real issues that crushed mad puss all the time (MOST OF THAT LAST SENTENCE IS TRUE AND DO NOT QUESTION IT), but the roiling mixture of hormones and adrenaline combined with the undignified pushing and prodding from all directions that comes part and parcel with being a teenager drove me to be part Johnny Knoxville and part fat kid from Varsity Blues. This is why I gravitated towards football and the watered-down, whiny ghost of 90's punk. While they seem diametrically opposed on at first glance, football and kid stuff punk were obvious outlets for my aggression in hindsight. Football was a basic, primal release. I wanted to hit stuff, and now I could hit as hard as possible in a controlled setting. Perfect. Whiny 90's punk worked on a mental level. 90's punk rock was just angry and generic enough to not scare me, but aggressive enough to effect my lizard brain into a 'Fuck Yeah' type response. I would obviously learn later that there was nothing aggressive about that music in the grand scheme of things, but it was a good enough placebo at the time to keep me from backyard wrestling or shadow boxing 8 hours a day. Long story short; it kept me from being a bigger twat than what I was.
 
Goldfinger - 'Mabel'. From the 1996 album 'Goldfinger'.
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Everyone has a first concert, unless you're weird and don't listen to music (which I still hear from people and it still blows my goddamn mind every time I hear it). Some people go to massive $200 arena shows, some go to dirt bag free shows at some youth center, and some still go to a House of Blues show to see a past-their-prime Goldfinger after getting free tickets from their friend Josh. I would be in that third camp.

I first became aware of Goldfinger the way most kids my age did: Tony Hawk Pro Skater. I got a PS1 sampler disc with a large pizza from Pizza Hut that included the first level of Tony Hawk. That demo only had one song, and that was 'Superman'. I must have heard the first 20 seconds of that song 1,000 times after hitting the reset button due to my bad heel flipping skills. This led to me Napstering the fuck out of every Goldfinger song I could find at the time. I was hooked hard, and 'Mabel' quickly became a favorite. It's your typical girl trouble, overly-goofy ska-pop-punk song of the era. If you've heard one you've pretty much heard them all, but that's being a teenage boy in the late 90's for you.

I was incredibly nervous about going to the show. These were PUNK KIDS. They're intense, angry people that would judge me for my lack of TRUE PUNK IDEALS. I was so afraid of what this group of strangers would think about me, that I hid my emergency family cell phone, lest they break it and start lecturing me about Kierkegaard. Obviously, that never happened. I didn't realize that the concert was full of kids like me that proudly pulled out their cell phones during the show. The concert was fine as first concerts go. Lots of fun, safe punk-ish activities: Oi-ing, the band shouting at the people sitting in the balcony, a drunk girl that looked like a low-rent version of Ari Up from The Slits hitting me in the face with her awful dreadlocks. They even did a circle pit, which was nerve racking as I attended with my friend who had cerebral palsy, and he got immediately swept up in it in a violent manner. Thankfully, he was fine and loved the chaos that was ensuing around us. And so did I. It was a really fun show. I'm past my Goldfinger phase in my life, but I still have fond memories of the band to this day. You could certainly do worse for a worse first concert.

BLITZ GIVES THIS VIDEO THREE FAT SUITS OUT OF FIVE.
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SR-71 - 'Right Now'. From the 2000 album 'Now You See Inside'.
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This is one of the most painful examples of how bad pop-ska-punk can really be. These guys are the end result of years of syphoning any and all edge, integrity, and meaning out of the desiccated corpse of punk rock. Their lead singer, Mitch Allan, has the chiseled features and toned physique of a Calvin Klein model, not one of an angsty dude that has it out for the world at large. The band is just a thin veneer of gloss over a big pit of vacuous, generic commercialism.

That all being said, I definitely owned this album, and listened to it quite often. It's like DC Pierson said, they replaced the political anger of punk with relationship anger. Thatcher doesn't suck anymore, Stephanie sucks, and that's a feeling I could get behind. Once again, this furthers my proof that 13 year old boys are the fucking worst.

For their part, SR-71 released two more albums, with one only being released in Japan before falling off, but on that last record was one last fuck you to the world of music. The band released a little song called '1985'. Figuring their time was over, Allan allowed his friends in another awful band, Bowling For Soup, to cover the song and ruin the summer of 2004 for me. Their version actually had Radio Disney edits to make the song appropriate for awful children, so that just shows how much integrity the song had. Allan eventually became a ghost writer for countless vapid musicians, and his legacy continues to blight the cultural landscape to this day. The term 'Gap Punk' has never been more appropriate.

BLITZ GIVES THIS VIDEO ONE GOOFY LOOKING SCOOTER OUT OF FIVE.
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The Offspring - 'Pretty Fly (For a White Guy)'. From the 1998 album 'Americana'.
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One of the most culturally impactful videos of the 90's, 'Pretty Fly (For a White Guy)' was a perfect cultural storm. You had a punk band purposefully appropriating the signifiers of rap culture in a silly way, all in a moderately proven musical commodity backed by a flashy McG video. America was ready for it. I was ready for it. I saw this video everyday 5 times for a year, and I was down. Sexy 'punk rock' and 'rap video' girls dancing over a goofy song? You bet I loved it.

I was the ideal mark for this album, and I listened to it probably 500 times in my life. It was my favorite album for a long time. Looking back, it's hard to see why. I relistened to 'Americana' and there's a lot of filler on that record, even for a goddamn Offspring album. I still kind of like some of those songs. 'Staring at the Sun' is pretty enjoyable, and the album's centerpiece 'Americana' is dumb, but still alright. But, 'Pretty Fly (For a White Guy)' is just not good. The song is just wrong. No one loves a fucking wannabe. Wannabes are fucking annoying assholes who intrude on people's passions and good times. Wannabes are dudes that wear Offspring shirts to an M.D.C. show and complain when they get decked in the mouth. Jesus, these articles are making me hate myself more and more.

Oh, I almost forgot. Fuck McG.

BLITZ GIVES THIS VIDEO ONE LOWRIDE OUT OF FIVE.
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Millencolin - 'Penguins and Polar Bears'. From the 2000 album 'Pennybridge Pioneers'.
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Ok, enough self-loathing for now. Let's focus on something fun. Millencolin were a poppy skate-punk outfit from Sweden. They weren't overly silly and goofy like a Blink 182, they weren't baselessly self-righteous like Green Day would soon become, and most of all they didn't have that whiny tattle-tale vocal style all those fucking awful bands did. This is probably why they hold up the best more than a decade later. I don't think I actually have anything bad to say about Millencolin. They're fun. Wow, it's kind of weird to not bag on one of these songs. So... Umm... Yeah, moving on.
BLITZ GIVES THIS VIDEO FIVE ELEMENTAL POWERS OUT OF FIVE.
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Blink 182 - 'All the Small Things'. From the 1999 album 'Enema of the State'.
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Back to the self-loathing. Blink 182 are in the running for the worst band I loved with a passion. So much has rightly been said about how terrible this band is, and their irrevocable damage to the cultural landscape. The dearth of shitty bands that were birthed from their rise to glory is staggering. The awful side-projects the band members started were equally as unlistenable. There's nothing redeemable about this band, and I think most of the blame for that falls squarely on Tom DeLonge.

DeLonge was the guitarist and split-duty lead vocalist of the band, and was the singer for most of their most famous hits. This is the problem. His voice is the worst kind of petulant whine so common amongst these bands. Mark Hoppus, the other vocalist, has a much less grating voice. I mean, Blink 182 was never going to put out 'Exile on Main Street', no matter the singer. But, GODDAMN. The video also shows a clear lack of self-awareness on their part. These dudes are the Backstreet Boys with more tattoos and a basic concept of musical construction. This video isn't a parody, it's the eventual end result.

The dudes eventually split up to form +44 and Angels & Airwaves. Both were terrible, but Angels & Airwaves (DeLonge's band) claimed that it would be "the best music in generations". It should come as no surprise that this hubris was fueled by an unchecked ego and massive amounts of painkillers. Obviously, the band was trash but the audacity of it all is still unbelievable to this day.

BLITZ GIVES THIS VIDEO ONE LIP RING OUT OF FIVE.

Saturday, September 28, 2013

Video Viscera: A Love Most Torrid.

Video Viscera is Emerald Miasma's weekly music video spotlight. Anything goes. Let's get freak nasty all up in them corners, Boo.
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Red 7 - 'Heartbeat'.
 

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There's not much of a video to this one (as in, there is no video to this one), but goddamn is this song lodged in my brain right now. This is the closing theme to the Michael Mann film 'Manhunter' aka the original 'Red Dragon'. It's the kind of song you'd expect a taut 80's thriller to end on: steamy like a Miami fuck session. Also, Brian Cox plays Hannibal Lec(k)tor in this movie, so that's fun too.
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Twin Shadow - 'Slow'.
 

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Few videos make me laugh uncomfortably more than this one. Shot like an early 90's amateur gay edition of 'Dirty Debutantes', the video features George Lewis Jr. aka Twin Shadow talking to a lurid camera dude about cars, shirtless drumming, and what looks like above the chest shots of him jacking off. It reeks of backroom exploitation, and I LOVE IT.
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Reggie Watts - 'Deconstruction'.


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Reggie Watts is a fascinating guy. The resident one-man house band of the 'Comedy Bang Bang' TV show is wildly prolific and intensely intriguing to watch. I've had the pleasure of seeing Watts live, and I can't recommend a concert more. His songs are improvised on the spot, and they're better than songs that have taken years to write. This is probably my favorite of Watts' voice-box masterpieces, 'Deconstruction' shows off what Reggie does best. His soulful, beautiful voice echoing earnest stream-of-consciousness silliness over some of the dopest beatboxing this side of Rahzel. The picture-in-picture video just helps further illustrate how talented he is, breaking down how the song is built piece by piece. One of my favorites.
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Pinkunoizu - 'Moped'.


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I usually despise cutesy, precious, twee, arts-and-crafts bullshit. Nothing makes my genitals wrench up into my lower intestines faster than cotton ball clouds on a piece of periwinkle construction paper. But I love this video, probably because it represents what happens when your sensitive introvert brother Caleb leaves his dioramas out and his alcoholic, Camaro cruising brother Dave comes in and destroys it all. THEY KICK A WATERMELON LIKE A FOOTBALL! WHAT MORE DO YOU FUCKING WANT?
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Vitalic - 'Poney Part 1'.


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DOGS! IN SLOW MOTION! This is a classic I thought I'd throw in on the off-chance someone hadn't seen it. I was listening to this song as I got a speeding ticket coming home from college. Then I got some A&W cheese bites cursed small Western Ohio towns silently in my car.
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Johnny Boy - 'You are the Generation That Bought More Shoes and You Get What You Deserve'.


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Despite being an indie one-song wonder, Johnny Boy left a sweeping, dance-y knife to the ribs of consumerism in their wake. I don't know much about the group. I know they're painfully British, they're somehow associated with the LGBT community, and that this song is amazing. I wish they'd release more music, but if this is all I get then so be it.
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Kallioinia - 'Castle Pop'.


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Back story: I'm hanging out with my friends Dave and Karen a couple years back, and we're listening to music and videos online. Dave suggested this video by strangely hard to find group Kallioinia. I liked the song, and thought the video was fine, but Dave said, 'Just wait. It's about to get weird'. And weird it got. It got all sorts of green screen weird. Thank you again, Scandinavia.
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The Impossebulls - 'Bad Business'.


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My friend T.I.R.A.D.E. was/may still be in this collective of rappers, and it's another example of how lucky I am to have friends in music that are legitimately great at it, because 90% of the time your friend's band is terrible. The Impossebulls are a group of rappers from across the country that were united by Chuck D back in 2000. Thoroughly Old-School, they're just another example of why you need to get off that New-School ish, Son. Also, I highly recommend checking out the Command Pictures YouTube page. It's the video production company of C-Doc, the dude that opens up this track. Watch 'Life's Glory' one time and you will never be the same, yo.

Monday, September 23, 2013

The Week in Yeah: Rasmus Hooted as Miami Burned.

The Week in Yeah is Emerald Miasma's weekly round-up of the good, the bad, and the incomprehensible of pop culture, the world at large, and life in general, as seen by me.
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So, Week 1 of the Post-Richardson era in Cleveland was a ramshackle, sputtering success. Brian Hoyer threw three touchdowns and Jordan Cameron caught three. Chud coached like he didn't give a fuck, electing for TWO fake kicks in one quarter, one of which led to a Cameron TD. Most of all, the game was FUN TO WATCH. That hasn't happened in years. I got wasted on plum wine, at a fuckload of food, and celebrated the occasion with my friends. It was quite grand. Granted, it was the Vikings, but still they looked like a hastily assembled offensive dice rollers and a scary good defense that almost killed Christian Ponder. This was an important game in expansion Browns history. It's the first time something awful happened fanwise, and the team responded with a HUGE win. I'm looking forward to the most fun 5-11 Browns season ever.
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I've been playing a lot of Hotline Miami over the past week, and I'm pretty solidly addicted. The game is an ultra-violent, top-down action game about a nameless, mysterious man charged with several assassination missions by various masked men. You kill Russian mobsters with guns, knives, golf clubs, etc. and are awarded a score for how well you do. It's very straightforward, but that simplicity makes the game so addictive. I'm admittedly not very good, and I'm being punished for it because the game won't let me access several main story missions due to my ineptitude. The game even tells me I won't get the full story because I suck and it's my fault. Dope. Also, THE SOUNDTRACK. Fuck, the soundtrack is insanely good. Thick, heavy, foreboding dance tracks that even have coke sniffs laced into the beats. A lot of it was done by a band called M.O.O.N. that I'm not too familiar with, but the opening track is 'Horse Steppin'' by the amazing Sun Araw. I've been a fan of theirs for years now, and I was quite shocked to hear them on the soundtrack. Sun Araw is a surf-y drone band that doesn't seem to fit the mold of HLM, but it works well in context. Definitely worth checking out.
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Some genres of film are always watchable to me, no matter how terrible the actual film itself is. There are so many intensely boring giallo films out there, but I can watch any of them. If a sexy Italian art dealer stabs another sexy Italian art dealer due to some kind of repressed sexual/parental issue, you've got me hooked. Spaghetti Westerns are like this too, as well as any kind of Miami Underworld-based crime drama. Of all of these genres though, Kung Fu is probably at the top of the list. But the weird thing is that I haven't watched nearly as much Kung Fu movies as I probably should have by now. I mean, I've hit all the big ones: Bruce Lee, 36 Chambers, Drunken Master, etc., but I've missed a lot of the really cool stuff. I decided to rectify the issue by watching one of the illest of ill Kung Fu classics: Eight Diagram Pole Fighter. A later era Shaw Brothers film, 8DPF is the story of an honorable family that is massacred by a jealous opposing family, with the help of the Khitan army. The family patriarch, Yeung Yip, is killed along with five of his seven sons during an ambush by the opposing family. One brother escaped to the family's residence, but is severely traumatized by the event. The other brother, played by Gordon Liu, escapes and finds residence in a nearby monastery. The local monks are reticent to let him enter into monastic training, stating he is too violent, but he persists in extreme fashion. The monks remain steadfast though, claiming that he has not left his old life behind, and therefore cannot train and live with them. Liu finally agrees to abandon his old life, but as he does the events at home finally come back to haunt him, forcing him to make a choice between his old life and his dedication to being a monk. It's one of the best Kung Fu movies I have ever seen. The action is intense, with an incredibly adept cast of Kung Fu artists in top form. I cannot say enough good things about this film, so I'll let it speak for itself.
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Godspeed You! Black Emperor just won the Polaris Music Prize. Apparently it's an award for the best Canadian album of the year that nets the winner $30,000. 'Allelujah! Don't Bend! Ascend!' is GY!BE's worst record, and it beat out Metz, Purity Ring, and Colin Stetson, all of which had much better albums than GY!BE. But I'm just excited to see what they do with the money. I'm sure it will be something viciously anti-capitalist like setting up microfunds for Angolan irrigation projects or simply burn it on stage at Bumbershoot, but I'd love if they used the cash to buy something like a Nissan Ultima just to fuck with people.
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PODCAST NEWS! I've gone back and listened to a bunch of 'You Look Nice Today' episodes this week. If you've never heard of YLNT, it's three highly literate tech dudes (Merlin Mann, Scott Simpson, and Adam Lisagor) trying to get rich quick and discussing the finer points of living in an awkward world. It's probably the best true podcast there has ever been (the best is obviously 'The Best Show on WFMU', but that's a radio show at heart), and has the highest replay value of any podcast this side of Superego. So grab an Aunt Nancy and enjoy.
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MUSIC! The new Oneohtrix Point Never further solidifies Daniel Lopatin as the best electronic musician working today. The dude is one of the few guys that truly knows how to deconstruct music, in no small part because he knows how to construct it, given his Ford and Lopatin side project. The record is full of abrupt twists and turns that heighten your focus on his subtle attention to detail. He's definitely not for everyone, but few artists are more rewarding. A surprise contender for album of the year, Pantha du Prince & The Bell Laboratories album Elements of Sound is simply phenomenal. It's has all the hallmarks of a Pantha du Prince release: Icy synths, sparse production, a love of bells, but this feels the most like an album. It's got an intrinsic cohesiveness that his previous albums just didn't have. It's like if your local gothic cathedral belted out a dance track from its belfry in the dead of winter. So goddamn good. I also listened to the new Disclosure album, but you already know plenty about that. Let me just be another of many giving it a hearty thumbs up. Hasta Luego, Amigos and Amigettes.