Nails is beyond brutality.
Isn’t that the truth. I always feel like I sleep on metal albums these days because music journalists cover stuff that sounds tinny, grating, and as though the singers are trying to hock a loogie (i.e. that black metal rasp). Enter Nails’ newest full-length, an unholy union of cavernous drums, behemoth sheets of grinding guitars, and Todd Jones’ manic howl. What I love most is the energy—Nails understand groove and weight, which accentuates their more frenzied passages. Add Kurt Ballou’s enormous sounding production and you get a metal album that can’t be missed.
St. Vincent’s self-titled fourth LP, out 2/25/14, will also be her major label debut. The album is coming not on longtime home 4AD, but via Universal subsidiary.
This is the best news. Annie Clark is making some of the most mind bending music right now—equal parts electro-prog skitter, guitar hero dive bombs, and femme fatale gossamer. Strange Mercy was one of my favorite albums of the past 5 years. Looking forward to her self-titled.
"Actually, I’m in the Notre Dame-ass-kicking business."
Jim Harbaugh has helped usher in an amazing era of 49ers football. Love the way he approaches the game as a disciple of discipline. Not only that, but his sense of gratitude is parallel to none. There’s more to Harbaugh than sideline blow-ups and old man glasses. Definitely worth a read.
Because the upside is that maybe Cannibal will go to heaven since except for his mouth he’s still a virgin. Because at this school no matter who the team captains pick now it’s always not Cannibal, who personifies that thing that eventually comes for us all so we say, “Give us seat belts and give us pap smears and we’ll take poverty and we’ll take old age, just don’t let Cannibal come stand next to us. Don’t let Cannibal’s shadow fall over our house.”
If you thought “Guts” was intense, you may want to skip this one. Still, nobody writes horror stories like Chuck Palahniuk.
There’s something sexy and dangerous about Warpaint’s brand of post-punk. 2010’s The Fool was a revelation—A brooding/slinky valentine that couples and pots heads could both get down with. With “Biggy” the girls sound just as haunting, spacious, and mesmerizing as ever. Color me intrigued.
Updated my technology recommendations here.