Bruderschaft des Schlafes - Brotherhood Of Sleep

(Us and) All our friends are so messed up

2010-02-16T18:41:00.000-08:00

I seem to enjoy the sleazy late 80's junkrock version of the Pagans much more than the short sharp shocks of their classic period. It just "resonates more deeply with me".

Pagans - Family Fare MiniLP

First up is "Her Name was Jane", a song that already appeared on the 1982 Cleveland Confidential compiled by Pagans vocalist Mike Hudson. Then it was done by "The Severe" but apparently written by Pagans bassist Tim Allee, so I guess it counts as a Pagans song. Anyway, the new version greatly benefits from Hudsons vocals and has all around more driedupoldmensexdrive to it. Next up is the excellent juicy Morphineroller "I Do" - a song Johnny Thunders would have loved to have written, but unfortunately he was this sapless dunce with no songwriting talent whatsoever and so couldn't even dream to get close to a gem like this. Take a listen to the gem: >>>The Pagans- I Do
Third number on side A is just some pointless recital over some pointless guitarscreeches (the downside of addiction) and consequently for the bin. At least it adds historical context:"George Bush is president and James Brown is in jail!"

Another shot of Pagans

However, Side B picks up the pieces, starts strong and never lets up."I Stand Alone","Slice Of Life " and "All Our Friends Are So Messed Up" are all exceptionally lovely songs with just the right amount of everything from pointy pricky to velvety fluidy things, from hazy dawns to sobering up a bit at 7pm.
These also were recorded a year before and sport another production, which is a bit flat, but still OK for 1988, I guess. (Have you never noticed how rockmusic from 1983 onwards always sounded like crap? Remember - 1983 - the year everything went down the toilet. But more on that in a future post)
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Here's the complete MiniLP ripped from vinyl with the Korg MicroBR and transmogrified into LAME VBR -2 mp3s:
>>>Pagans - Family Fare - Glitterhouse Records - 1989

Life... But How To Live It?

2009-11-24T09:56:00.000-08:00

Actually, this silly blog only exists to present one very special record. Well, I certainly took my time...

Let's pretend that it's possible to decide on the merits of a certain musical production in purely material aesthetic or rather thermodynamic terms, let's leave questions of historical momentum and relevance aside for the moment and we find
there is an easy way to discern if the rockular music/song/band in front of us is any good: we just have to apply a criterion called "energy".
Does the Rock give off energy or does it draw energy from you, the listener?

When a song can' t stand on it's own four legs and the players have to lend support to keep it upright while it's only desire seems to be just to sink back into murky entropy or when they constantly have to shovel more coal in the engine to keep up the appearance of some sort of forward motion the song will be sucking energy not only from the musicians, but also from you - you lent an ear so it's your responsibility as well to keep the song alive, but obviously all the good will invested by you is in vain, all the efforts are doomed from the start cause the song never had the spark of life in it, it's just a monster of futile labour that never had any spirit breathed into it.
When a song falls flat like that there can be a number of reasons for this to happen:
The timidity of players that either lack confidence on their instruments or that happen to be in a stadium where they haven't yet attuned themselves to one another, may be the most important one, but oftentimes also a fatal misconception seems to prevail amongst the participants, that in order to create music it's enough to play alongside one another instead of together.
Sadly what you get with this approach isn't music at all it's just cold indifferent sequences side by side that add up to... nothing.
(I find it obvious that pre-recorded drum/sample tracks and the predominant trust in sequencing machinery doesn't help the state of affairs here - no, in order to have MUSIC, the live band model is still your best bet)

But let us take a look at the other case, the winning scenario:
When it clicks,
when the rhythms interlock and the players push themselves off of each other, when they work - no, not work - play with the stuff the others pass at them, running with it, adding themselves, playing it back without so much as aiming - no need for consideration here, they know where and when to let go -, to let the impulse be assimilated and transformed by the others, a simultaneous giving and receiving... (Oh, blimey, feeling a bit fuzzy today?)
and all the while the song seems to move by and through itself and anything the players do really becomes an extra that is now able to elevate and lift the Rock to a new level...
Then the magic happens and
the whole becomes more than the sum of it's parts.

(Do I really have to name names? For starters take these: AC/DC, Thin Lizzy, Scorpions, Jesus Lizard, Hüsker Dü and that wedding band up in the Sparrows Hills of Moscow)

I better stop now as all this starts to sound rather esoteric, my intention being of course pure hard social science.

Ugly

This ship is not a machine, it's a living loving breathing organism, thrashing and rolling about in the skies, throwing it's weight around effortlessly, touching ground in resounding heartbeats, a fourbodied unity with quicksilver moves,
at it's center Katjas voice - one of the instruments and so much more - breathing fire and chill, reaching out and leading the way boldly and determined then bringing you in again with a sure hand.
I guess what I want to say is, this album is good. Very good.
It's Life But How To Live It?'s third and final LP and it shows the band at it's apex. With The MiniLP the year before the band became airborne but Ugly with it's 11 songs burning with a passion that never lets up, brimming with the precious energy (I know only of one other case that gives off such a rush - the first two Minor Threat ep's (If you get the two-in-one disc it's one case) ), is a miracle.
It shows what in the early nineties still could be done with the tired old corpse of the Jacobine scenester rock called Hardcore.
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Finally, on to the Downloads:
If you don't know the band, have a taste before downloading the whole set:
>>>Life But How To Live It? - Come Back

I only ever had the tape version of the album so my mp3s come from there but I think they sound quite alright - bouncy and lively .
VBR -2 compression and the scans containing the lyrics are included!
>>>Life But How To Live It? - Ugly

War Machine - Unknown Soldier

2009-11-04T13:03:00.000-08:00

Girls always get all the attention and here at the brotherhood we are in no way swerving from this pattern. I probably wouldn't have picked up this record with it's post-nuclear watercolour cover art that spelled "We are 2nd rate backyard Thrashers from Birmingham" hadn't my eyes fallen on the name of the singer: "Bernadette".
Turns out they're not from Birmingham at all, they were from Newcastle and this debut album collecting songs from three previous years is a pretty energetic one with some nice ideas . The band stands at the crossings of NWOBHM, Thrash and the stuff that's mouldering in the "Wave" category of dank subterranean 2nd hand record shops. Unfortunately, the thing that makes the music really stand out and memorable - Bernadette Mooney's vocals - makes it also hard to listen to over the whole distance - there just isn't enough variation when she seems to end up every time with the same high pitched nasal whine.

She wails like a banshee closing in for the kill.

I'd really recommend to take it in in small doses - then it becomes a rather enjoyable ride.
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Test-ride the first number on Side A:
>>>Sacred Hold
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Then get the whole set, ripped from vinyl in VBR-Lame, here:
>>>War Machine - Unknown Soldier (1986)

Phil Lynott's Mom

2009-10-20T10:25:00.000-07:00

Sean Keating - An Allegory

In 1949, Philomena, a young Irish emigrant found herself with a black child out of wedlock in a Birmingham mother and baby home - a "workhouse" she calls it - run by the usual assortment of despotic nuns.

Originally an hour long programme from the BBC ripped from their iPlayer (it´s now off-line), I cut most of the part people like Midge Ure and Bruce Dickinson take over the narration, so you get Philomena's gripping tale (the scene where she screams at the church's altar is ripe for a movie adaptation), Philip's childhood and his first band experiences in a black polo necked sweater.

In my dreams I´m always running

2009-07-11T09:34:00.000-07:00

Hardheaded Soul

Can´t find much on this three-to-four-piece from Eindhoven, Holland. (This is their site: http://www.dse.nl/~kolonne/msp/muziek/hhs.htm)
They started in the early 90´s, toured across Europe including the Balkans and Russia and their singer and bassist Martin S. Past travelled twice around the globe on a bicycle. However, to my attention they came not through velocypedal prowess but through a flexi that supplemented an issue of Austria´s leading Hardcore fanzine Flex´s Digest. (Now if I could only find this flexi, I´d be presenting it here as well, but frankly, the chances are slim.) Sacro Egoismo obviously took a liking to HHS, since they also brought out a 7" in 1995 , which is the one we have here - Waiting for the Black Train Jack .

With their dominant rhythm section pushed and shoved forward by it´s powerful noisy bass, one could compare HHS to No Means No or the Amsterdamian polyrhythmic fringe core of The Ex and Dog Faced Hermans but Hardheaded Soul just let out more raw howling emotion and they were - well, yes - a bit more soulful than these bands. If "Emo" actually had a heart we could even glue that oft´ derided term to those Hollanders.
The organic interplay of four musicians really working together must have made them a massive force live, evidenced by the B-side of this here single which was recorded in a venue in Zürich, their touring power captured quite well on vinyl.

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For this single Hardheaded Soul were:
Martin Scheet Past - vocals and bass
Len - gitaar
Short Kees - drums
Tall Kees - gitaar

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So if you´re in for a hearty treat of Bulldozer Blues, clicketyclick here:

>>>Hardheaded Soul - Your Money is a Monster

and here:

>>>Hardheaded Soul - Missing In Action

The cover to the single was a wraparound poster with red´n´black art and the lyrics. I took it on me to scan it piece by piece and stitch it back together digitally, for you to marvel at it´s expressive power. The whole affair´s ready for download >>>here

(And if anyone could point me in the direction of more of their material I´d be eternally grateful)

Of Birds And Lice

2009-03-21T16:03:00.000-07:00

(Karel Appel,1952)

Talkin´ to birds...
>>>Fats Waller - Ooh! look-a there, ain´t she pretty (1936) (click on divShare to go to the Downloadpage)

Play loud!

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Wanna come around for Sunday afternoon tea?
No one to talk with - all by myself, I´m through with flirtin´, it´s you that I´m thinkin´of. Ain´t misbehavin´, savin´ my love for you.
Believe me - I don´t go nowhere, don´t stay out late, no place to go...
- Now wait a minute, what´s that racket startin´ up ... that full blown ramba zamba of a swing septett behind you, that´s what I´m talkin´ of... Yeah right, that´s just the radio! So you don´t go out late? At least have the decency to step outside of the Club when you call me to tell me all those liesss!

>>>Fats Waller - Ain´t misbehavin´ (1943) (click on divShare to go to the Downloadpage)

Play loud!

T.O.D - Trash On Delivery

2009-03-17T15:41:00.000-07:00

The Pistols were a Glam band after all.

A01- The Babysitters -Everybody Loves You.mp3
A02- The Genocides - Private Hell.mp3
A03- The London Cowboys - Lets get Crazy.mp3
A04- Marionette - My Baby sucks Real Bad.mp3
A05- Bad Detective - Favourite Record.mp3
A06- The Barracudas - You Gonna Miss Me.mp3
B01- Marionette - Too Far Gone.mp3
B02- DogsDAmour - Teenage.mp3
B03- Suffragette - Do You Want My Love.mp3
B04- Garrie J Lammin - I Heard The Devil.mp3
B05- Nikki Sudden _ The Bible Belt - Waiting For The Siege.mp3
B06- The Babysitters - Livin Out Rock N Roll.mp3

If you ever wondered what happened to all those British New York Dolls fan club members who didn´t hook up with Johnny Marr, in this here compilation you´ll find the answer.
Well, I surely didn´t realize there was a question in need of asking here, what I wondered though was, what was the matter with all those Dogs D´Amour records with their ridiculous watercolour covers cluttering up our 2nd hand record stores?

Since London was on smack since Nancy came to town and the strong urge of the English male population to dress up in drag needed an outlet once more after all that blue collared Oi fancilessness and Post Punk drearydrabness, a new genre was proclaimed: "Glam Punk".
So, Glam! it was once more. But these bands didn´t have many similarities with the Slades, Sweets or Suzies of the 70ies - they weren´t Glitter, they were Sleaze Glam.
What made these bands tick was an unsound fascination for (the way overrated) Johnny Thunders and sloppy musicianship. They concentrated very hard on being sleazy though. So hard in fact, that all the required frivolous gyrating and pouty mouthed sneering (just wondered if that´s even possible - "pouty mouthed sneering" - probably not at the same time) at times tended to diminish their musical momentum a bit. So some of these shaggy bands weren´t the greatest, sounding mostly like the local opening act for bigger and better bands and none of them came close to Hanoi Rocks (who had moved to London in 1982 - a year before this compilation came out), but - and that´s a big but - BUT due to their over the top antics one thing they surely were not: bland.
Maybe they would have fared better, had they ripped off London Calling like Hanoi Rocks did, instead of emulating Johnny Thunders.

(Did I mention that Johnny Thunders is vastly overrated? Probably the most overrated fuckup in the history of popular music.The guy didn´t have any songwriting talent whatsoever! Did you ever listen to "You can´t put your Arms around a Memory"? Really? On paper it might look like a great loser anthem, but then listen to it! You call this drearydrab and bland (yes, bland - they weren´t, he is) underwritten piece of crap a song?
Let me tell you it´s never a good idea to have two obnoxiously grinding and monotonous verses in a row, then when the listener has lost all hope for change, finally the chorus comes around and any change is good at that point, right? Wrong. Turns out the chorus is even worse in it´s G-A-D blandness (again). Give me back my obnoxiously grinding and monotonous verse! Ah, here it is. No really, to ruin a shit song with an even shittier chorus - that kinda commands respect.
And don´t get me started on his guitar playing.
There are so many talented junkies out there - Richard Hell, the Big Star boys, the Stooges possee, Dee Dee, even Dougherty has a shard of talent - so why canonize this sapless Thunders fella? The Dolls were alright, Johnny Thunders was shit, shit, shit! Oh, but was he influentshaaal. Enough already with the parenthesis rant and)

back to the record at hand:
Some of the bands collected here got better over time (the Dogs D´Amour f.i.) some ended up in L.A (the London Cowboys (Jerry Nolan! Glen Matlock!) f.i.), some even got signed to the big league (The London Cowboys f.i.). And some did an excellent job the first time round on this compilation (Bad Detective or Garrie J. Lammin f.i. took more of a Power Pop approach) I feel obliged to add after reading through my babble again, realizing that I made T.O.D seem quite horrid when it´s actually great fun - the later the evening the better it sounds!

However, there is one standout track to be found here and that comes from Nikki Sudden, who strangely enough cut back on his Keithisms here and delivers almost a bouncy and pushy The Fall reproduction with a sweet Aah-Ah-Ah--Ah-Ah chorus. No seriously, this is one great song.
>>>Nikki Sudden & The Bible Belt

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The whole set of shoddy (let´s see, have I used all my s-adjectives - sleazy, sloppy, shaggy, shoddy - damn, forgot seedy and shabby) Rock´n´Roll fun in VBR on Sharebee:

>>>Trash On Delivery (Flickknife 1983)

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And now I have to look for more Nikki Sudden & The Bible Belt and maybe pick up one of those damn Dogs D´Amour albums.

You're lazy and you're indiscreet and you're bad in bed as well

2009-03-15T18:59:00.000-07:00

- Well, I've had no complaints before.

Sally Timms and The Drifting Cowgirls featuring Marc Almond - This house is a House of Trouble
(Don´t judge a record by it´s cover.)

If there was a musical genre called Domestic Quarrel it would be populated by Southern Soul and Country duets (Also, the first Prolapse album comes to mind - I´m plannin to post this in the near future) but this would be the opener of the K-Tel box set "The Best of Domestic Quarrel Rock".

I love the Mekons. I love Sally Timms. I love Marc Almond. (Very much.)
So put these three together and it´s critical mass time in the love bomb department!
I use this explosive device in every one of my DJ sets - yes, boy/girl you can dance to the sound of crashing dishes - and usually get ZERO response from the jaded but uncritical masses filling my dancefloor - and girl/boy I can tell you: my ballroom´s always full - this very fact may show you how utterly boring the zeroes and how underdeveloped the taste in their inhabitants turned out - worse than the 90´s and their inhabitants as if that were possible.

>>>Sally Timms and The Drifting Cowgirls feat. Marc Almond - This House is a House of Trouble (You can download the track by clicking on divShare)

On the flip side of this 12" the Mekons are in straight country mode and Miss Timmses voice soars and rises in this tearjerker:
"The sun comes up like a shadow..."
>>>Sally Timms and The Drifting Cowgirls - (chained to) The Anchor of Love

(She is such an unconventional Honky Tonk Angel)

Also rather good - this rebel rousing folk song:
>>>Sally Timms and The Drifting Cowgirls - My Little Pony

And if you ask yourself how Marc A., the seedy Disco Queen and sleazy Chansonniere got in touch with those Leedsian rootsrockers - in `87 his boat was actually sailing close by, it was called Mother Fist and had quite a handful of handsome sailors on board, f. i. this one:
>>>Marc Almond - Melancholy Rose

Öffne nackt!

2009-02-23T10:43:00.000-08:00

Last time we took a jump out of the window for pure joy, this time we merely open it and shout out into the night, out to the beasts of the forest: "Ich bin tot im Kopf, ich bin krank im Schwanz ! I am dead in the head, I am sick in my dick!" (repeat)

Hotel Morphila Orchester 1981/1982
O.K., this is most essential. What we have here is probably the greatest subculture spawned Rock'n'Roll ever to be released in Austria.
And believe it or not, it was produced by some bloody ahtists! Yes, those punkers were ahtists in disguise, that even gigged in rotten galleries and museums. The head of the orchestra was none other than Peter Weibel, who zampanoed through each and every aht movement since the 60's as practitioner, curator and communicator. (if you're from around these parts and ever been interested in the european aht scene, you'll immediately recognize his voice.)
The band played in the vein of the Modern Lovers and every snappy minimalist song would turn into a Roadrunner. This sort of On-and-On-Motorik Rock then provided the ideal playing field for Weibel, for it put no constraints on his swirling ramblings full of surprises with unforgettable and quotable lines all over. (It's a shame you don't speak german.)

First, listen to the dazzling "Sex in der Stadt". Here Weibel takes the unique approach of using found footage lyrics from the Kronen Zeitung, Austria's monopoly boulevard paper; that is, he recites the classifieds, mixing the explicit offers of hookers with ads for buzz saws and Rottweiler pups to exhilarating effect. And when he starts into the desperate chorus of "Sex in der Stadt ist was keiner hat!" [Sex in the city is what nobody has] ... Oh, have mercy, this is too great! The Anguish! The Exasperation!
>>>Hotel Morphila Orchester - Sex in der Stadt

Next, we learn what love is:
Liebe ist ein Hospital, doch jeder ist nur Patient und keiner Arzt, der die Krankheit kennt. Ich bin Patient und du bist Patient - darum ist Liebe so katástrophal (with the accent set quite wrongly)
[Love is a hospital, but everyone's a patient and noone's the doctor who'd know the illness. I am a patient and you are a patient - that's why love is so catástrophic.]
>>>Hotel Morphila Orchester - Liebe ist ein Hospital

Dead in the Head:
Streber als Heilige apostrophiert, Verbrechen mit Staat poliert, sprengt mein Auge ein Loch in die Welt! Ja! Multi-AKW und Bankkonzerne! Was verwandelt Liebe in Haß, was verwandelt Liebe in Tod - die Todestrippgruppe! Die Todestrippgruppe! (and on and on)
[Careerists called saints, crime polished with state, my eye blows a hole into the world!
Yes! Nuclear power plants and banking groups! What turns love into hate, what turns love into death - the deathtripgroup! The deathtripgroup!]

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Two songs you got already, the remaining five of this Greatest Hits set you'll find on 4Shared:

- Die Straße ist naß
- Scheiß Polizei
- Dead in the Head
- Vereinsamt (Nietzsche Rock)
- Married Women

>>>Download

(pics are from www.punk-disco.com)

You shan´t blow up the embassy

2009-02-18T07:21:00.000-08:00

not even in celebration of 30 years of islam-fascism.
An addendum to the previously posted "Get rid of" album: Three songs from the first 7" of Those Who Survived The Plague, that live from the duetting powers of Astrid and Gerald. Great A-side with the tumbling "Joke Paket" and a ripping cover of The Fearless Iranians From Hell (Texas)´s hit tune "Blow up the Embassy". (You could get the original at 7inchpunk)
The amok-scenario on the B-side is of somewhat lesser appeal- Alice Donut were more successful with this sort of thing.

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In ´93 TWSTP were:
Andreas «Mops» Breitwieser - guit.
Günther Castanetti - dr.
Astrid Hammer - voc.
Werner Khol - eb.
Gerald Waibel - voc.

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Download the "Genealogical Research By..." EP here:
TWSTP - Jokepaket
TWSTP - Blow Up The Embassy
TWSTP - Everyday & Everywhere

Pogo Punks - a compilation of early original swiss punk rock ´77 -´82

2009-02-11T15:30:00.000-08:00

A01- Rebels - Mayday.mp3
A02- Rebels - Mental Disaster.mp3
A03- Jack & The Rippers - I Feel Like A Tram.mp3
A04- Dieter Meier - Cry For Fame.mp3
A05- Bellevue - DeinFreund.mp3
A06- Glueams - 365.mp3
A07- Negativ - Glitter Hair Cream.mp3
A08- Bastards - Impossibilities.mp3
A09- Sperma - Zueri Punx.mp3
A10- Fresh Color - No Chance.mp3
B01- Rebels - Sweet Society.mp3
B02- Jack & The Rippers - No Desire.mp3
B03- Dieter Meier - The Hook.mp3
B04- Bellevue - Marchin Men.mp3
B05- Glueams - Mental.mp3
B06- Negativ - Terrorist.mp3
B07- Bastards - Danger.mp3
B08- Bastards - Schizo Terrorist.mp3
B09- Sperma - Bombs.mp3
B10- Fresh Color - The Source.mp3

Oberlippenbartpunk (Moustache Punk)

Ooh I´m so excited - this legendary Bootleg compilation from ´99 is probably one of the greatest Punkrock comps around and I found it sitting in a Viennese record shop - waiting just for me.

Most of the stuff here clearly draws it´s influences from England - from minimalist 77´s stylings to the fabulous Pubrock/Powerpop of Jack & The Rippers -, except for the Bastards who get a fine Black-Flag-push-and-cronk going with "Danger". How did that happen, I wonder?
And who´d have thought that the one person responsible for the fuckin soundtrack to each and every bleedin motor sports TV transmission in the 80´s and 90´s could produce such urgent and harsh sounds? He oozes urgency, so to say. I´m talkin here of course of Dieter Meier, later part of "Techno pioneers" Yello (god, I hated them). Among the other singles collected here are the Glueams "365" and "Mental" live ep (which is so great, I probably gonna have to jump out of the window) and the "Züri Punx" single from everyone´s favourite Schrengl-Dengl combo Sperma. (This is the version with "Bombs" on the flip - the other one you´ll find on Good Bad Music, go there now and read Erichs piece on Sperma!)
In short, maybe apart from Bellevue´s rather uninspired "Marchin´ Men" really every song here is a winner.

Now let´s roll the r´s like a terrorist, a TERRORIST, A TERRORIST and sing all together "I don´t know where I´m going and I don´t know where I am - my life is in a rut and I´m just like a fucking tram!"

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Listen to the Glueams´ Mental while downloading the whole set - first class vinyl rip, high quality VBR, covers and all - here:
Pogo Punks

Doch dann veränderte ein Konzert der Band Blondie sein Leben.

2009-01-23T10:39:00.000-08:00

Kool Kings - Shocked & Amazed

Guess, I'll digress.
(from my recent mission of bringing you Punk 'n' Hardcore from Austria.)

Do you know Kristof Hahn? Well, for instance, a few years ago he translated John Peel's autobiography into german. Which could already tell you he makes the right choices.
But besides being a translator he's also a singer and guitarist with a penchant for nocturnal scenarios.
In 1989 Hahn met Michael Gira and played for a while in the Swans. Which he didn't like all that much, cause there weren't enough real songs. Luckily, the next year he met one Alex Chilton and now things gelled. This pairing produced the greatest tear-in-my-beer recording since George Jones' classic albums of the 60s and 70s. The deed was done in Memphis, TE with a band that could pound away like Crazy Horse or evoke even the faintest sigh of a broken heart. Hahn sings his laments with a frail hangoverish voice in a setting designed by Chilton - one of the stark echoey dimly lit after hours spaces that seem to haunt Chilton since the third Big Star record. (Incidentally it is also the sound of heroin.)

The four covers here are great (even "Autobahn" from those overrated Krautwerk bores catches fire in this Alan-Vega-rockabilly version), but it's the originals that are truly devastating:
Take "I Cry Your Name" with it's pitiful saxophon solo,
the amazingly simple yet powerful "Sad and Lonesome" (click and listen) or "So many Tears" (click and listen) with the classic lines:

You're not the kind of person that you wanna have around, when you're drinking and stinking and puttin her down. You're not half as cool as you think you are, when you lay down your head and fall asleep at the bar.

musicians:
Alex Chilton
Ron Easley
Doug Garrison
Kristof Hahn
James Llamar Spake
Sven Küster
Steve Almaas

01-cry_your_name.mp3
02-colorado_trail.mp3
03-les_lettres.mp3
04-so_many_tears.mp3
05-sad_and_lonesome.mp3
06-autobahn.mp3
07-torment.mp3
08-shocked_and_amazed.mp3
09-waiting_for_my_man.mp3
10-partygirls_aqui.mp3
11-je_taime.mp3

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Music to fall to pieces to, download it here:
Kool Kings - Shocked & Amazed

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Kristof Hahn's band in the zeroes is Les Hommes Sauvages, which moves in similar ways.
A video:

No Border Jam

2009-01-03T10:00:00.000-08:00

+ czd -my_images.mp3
+ dlareks gallery -five.mp3
+ fetisch 69 -pumpgun_erotic.mp3
+ fleischpost -los_jetzt.mp3
+ general bomb machine -pseudorevolutions.mp3
+ gottschee -blaznost.mp3
+ grb -eys_of_ignorance.mp3
+ hello misery -tomorrow_is_mine.mp3
+ hic et nunc -drug_truck.mp3
+ in45 -escape_from_nowwhere.mp3
+ kurort -weiss_nicht.mp3
+ orange baboons -only_skin.mp3
+ polska malca -v_eni_roki_flasa.mp3
+ pridigarji -rojen_za_suznja.mp3
+ pure laine -lie.mp3
+ sleazy snails -what_you_want.mp3
+ styreo instant -ghoti_simpatico.mp3
+ the search for what -all_silver.mp3
+ veitstanz -pola_lica.mp3
+ yellow minute -monkeys_are_right.mp3
+ zelezobeton -how_do_you_like_it.mp3

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This is a sampler of slovenian and austrian bands, coming from the Maribor Front Rock label in 1993. Some misses between the hits, so the listener has still got work to do.
I'd recommend the hectic SSTish Polska Malca, the Free Rumpel of Fleischpost, the sleazy Pure Laine - Austria's Sisters Of Mercy, the sleazier Orange Baboons - Austria's Urge Overkill, Hello Misery - Slovenia's Birthday Party and of course the simply fabulous Sufferrock of Kurort. "Wohin mei Weg führt, woaß i, woaß i net."

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One track I left off to stay below the 100 MB limit, the rest - 21 songs - you can download here

Sacro Egoismo 89-92

2009-01-02T14:04:00.000-08:00

Today, Doris Knecht is a professional young mother and writes a lifestyle column for young urban families. I don't read that crap.
Had I known what would become of this lovely smoky, dispassionate voice, I wouldn't have liked the Pirates' jangly Pop-Hardcore record as much as I did. Then. 1992. Sitting in my young person's bedroom.
On this here tape you'll find three songs from that record.

Sacro Egoismo was the main distributor of Austrian Hardcore in the early 90ies and eventually grew into a label/mailorder/shop/fanzine "empire".
Imperator Tiberiju had contacts to the scene in former (or then rather falling apart) Yugoslavia and so his first release in 1989 was the "The Return of Yugoslavia" compilation with bands from the region. Later came a Motus Lp, but that was a financial fizzer as the Australians say (as the online dictionary suggests). (Motus are still going strong in the zeroes - see here . On Corpus Delicti you can get their first demo tape)
Of the austrian bands the best known beyond our borders probably would have been Cold World - a white-undershirt clad, baseball bat wielding tuff guy troupe influenced by early grindcore.
The bigots in the austrian scene somehow missed the irony involved and consequently rather resented the band - ah, the golden era of the PC crusades. Cold World in 1992: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=clJ8uUyUQFs

But Sacro Egoismo never was limited to HC as you'll find when listening to this roundup. There's more jangliness by the Bicycle Thieves, but most importantly there are three songs from the second claustrophobic Extended Versions album. Brilliant, brilliant stuff by those two total refusers of military service (as the online dictionary suggests) - freejazzer and freeform electronica master Christof Kurzmann and guitarist and drumcomputer operator Helmut Heiland.

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A01- Target Of Demand - Heaven.mp3
A02- Cold World - But Jealous Still YouAre.mp3
A03- Cold World - Disgusted.mp3
A04- Extended Versions - Ice Man.mp3
A05- No Fish On Friday - Street Sold.mp3
A06- Strelnikoff - Sayne Ikkorumovidax.mp3
A07- Pirates - Crash Through.mp3
A08- Bicycle Thieves - Liquid.mp3
A09- Motus - Hala.mp3
A10- Heiland Solo - I Talk.mp3
A11- Heiland Solo - The Truth.mp3
A12- Sons Of Ishmael - Ohio.mp3
A13- Extended Versions - Tell Me.mp3
A14- Cold World - Sailin.mp3
B01- Pirates - At The Other Side Of Ignorance.mp3
B02- Zenevski Dekret - Necu Da Budem Dlo Jebene Mase.mp3
B03- Bicycle Thieves - Losing My Religion.mp3
B04- Heiland Solo - Insanity .mp3
B05- Motus - Grad Dosade.mp3
B06- Motus - Dan Poslije.mp3
B07- Target Of Demand - Sicher Pt1.mp3
B08- Extended Versions - Mother Sky.mp3
B09- It - Tawken Hookah.mp3
B10- Heiland Solo - Retired.mp3
B11- Cold World - Cold World.mp3
B12- No Fish On Friday - Phoenix From The Dirt.mp3
B13- Pirates - Johnnys Gift.mp3

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The Pirates - Crash Through on Box.net
Get the tape, scans and all, in two parts here and here

Kurort - Miss Fitness USA

2008-09-14T06:46:00.000-07:00

Less bleak than Stachanov, this was their "Pop" record (just listen to Resignation or Kardinal Schlachthaus). But the lightening up is only marginal, the rest makes this Platte another hard hitting monster of Moshcore. (citing Tom Araya ain't too much pop either)

The band called it quits a year later, the three instrumentals here probably indicated already, that there wasn't much more to say or do in their format.

By the way, despite the title, there's no friggin America-bashing (an evergreen in the European HC/Punk scenes) on this record , just personal politics, the usual alienation stuff and a little anti-catholicism, I assure you.

To show the references of the band and what was going on scenewise "at the times" (1996) I'll just type Miss Fitness's music related thanks list:

Graue Zellen, Those Who Survived The Plague, Fugazi, Anarcrust, Boot Down The Door, Revenge, Seein'Red, Kort Prosess, Gainsay, Cwill, Deadzibel, Trümmer Sind Steine Der Hoffnung, Useful Idiot, Maya, Desperate Cry, Strahler 80, Dissonant View, Hiroshima, Doctor Bison, Cowboy Killers, Serpico, Rubbish heap, Sargnegl, Out of Order, Tromatism, Jughead's Revenge, Hard Headed Soul, Zorn, Gurk, Konstrukt, Verbal Assault, So Much Hate, Life, But How To Live It, Artificial pesticides -

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A1-Priesterrodeo.mp3
A2-Alligator.mp3
A3-Shalalala.mp3
A4-Landvermessung.mp3
A5-Its.mp3
A6-Spaeter.mp3
B1-ImMoorland.mp3
B2-Resignation.mp3
B3-Spliff.mp3
B4-NichtKampflos.mp3
B5-GottBoxt.mp3
B6-KardinalSchlachthaus.mp3

The Passenger, no, Resignation by Kurort on box.net, the whole disc here:

Vinylrip, VBR, 4shared - back up now.
Kurort - Miss Fitness USA

Kurort - Stachanov

2008-09-13T09:31:00.000-07:00

"Kurort" in English means health resort, bath, and actually they were from Bad Ischl, the summer resort and hunting ground of our beloved majesties Franzl and Sisi. A place preserved for nostalgia-tourism and suffocating for the casual visitor in it's sugary monarchist necrophilia.

From this locale came the flagship of austrian 90's moshcore. Kurort knew the handicraft of advanced thrash riffing as no other austrian band and embedded this in the drag-and-strain-Hardcore (Zerrcore) of the times.
Their musical proficiency never resulted in technical hick-hack virtuosity, but in well constructed and rounded songs with doomy riffs checked by high impact drumming and driving blast beats. Andreas Wimmer on strained vocals added suffering and memorable chorusses, that even showed some pop-sensibility.

In the early nineties the band toured extensively through all the European squats and youth centers and made a couple of singles and three LP's.
Stachanov, their 2nd album from 1994 is their heaviest and most uncompromising effort.

members:
Flo Sedmak - voc., guit.
Rudi Vogtenhuber - dr.
Andi Wimmer - voc.
Martin Wimmer - bs

A1-KategorischerImperativMitRevolverInDerHand.mp3
A2-GespraechMitEinemFolterer.mp3
A3-Kreis.mp3
A4-Koffeinblues.mp3
A5-Schachtelmann.mp3
B1-KreuzUeberPolen.mp3
B2-hmv.mp3
B3-Block14.mp3
B4-Lieb.mp3
B5-Brach.mp3
B6-Spinner_Immun.mp3

Try Brach on Box.net or get the whole set:

Vinylrip, VBR, on 4shared
Kurort - Stachanov

Transkript eines Anfalls um 4 Uhr morgens

2008-05-26T13:28:00.000-07:00

Once I thought they were on to something - with their anti-romance stance they made a big impression on this frustrated adolescent.

Your kiss so sweet,
Your sweat so sour.
Sometimes I'm thinking that I love you,
But I know it's only lust.

Aber das ist doch wirklich nicht die großartige Erkenntnis, als die sie uns seit 28 Jahren verkauft wird.
Heute würde ich sagen: Ja, blöd gelaufen.
Heute würde ich sagen: Streng dich gefälligst an und tau dein Herz auf, du Arschloch!

Die ganze Generation der Gang of Fours, Slits, Au Pairs, etc., etc. hat von der Denunziation der vermeintlichen Liebeslüge gelebt und ihre nunmehrigen Wiedergänger und -käuerinnen ziehen als schick gepanzerte Roboter, 28 Jahre nachdem die entsprechenden Lektionen durchgepaukt worden sind, in den selben Krieg. Für Sauberkeit und Anstand, Wahrhaftigkeit (schau mal bei Moliere nach, was den Misanthropen ausmacht) und blasiert-glasierte Distanz!
(Ach ja, so eine Eifersucht ist wirklich ein unnützer Störenfried, die gehört ins 19. Jahrhundert, das geht auch ohne, am besten geht es ohne alles, 0% Fett, 0% Schweiß, 0% Tränen, Leichen hinter Balkenbrillen!)

Wider euch tiefgekühlte Idiotinnen legen Zeugnis ab:
Carla Bozulich, Irma Thomas, Lucinda Williams, Sylvester, Mia Zapata, Aaron Neville, Melanie, Billie Holiday, H.D. Lawrence, V. Nabokov, Conor Oberst, Sally Timms, The Mekons, Dolly Parton, Christine Lavant, Hank Williams, A Subtle Plague,...

Lucinda Williams - World without Tears

Her voice, that at the height of it´s power on Carwheels and a Gravel Road , really knew how to reach you in certain lower bodily regions and generate there these special prickling sensations, here seems mangled by years of heartache (and possibly corroded by pills + alcohol as well). It´s still all about sex, as every music of the rock persuasion that´s of any use is (with the possible exception of Burzum).

A great album with much better - more tangible - songs than the ones on the overrated Essence.

Sensuality in desperation - or some such thing -, get it here in abundance:

Lame, VBR, Sharebee:

World without Tears

(Don´t get distracted by the shitty opening riff in Real live bleeding Fingers)
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Some Videolinks:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tE2uEl_aB9E&feature=related

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r2XRVJJ42Y8&feature=related

http://www.dailymotion.com/cluster/music/video/x48j2g_lucinda-williams-still-i-long-for-y_music?from=rss

Melanie

2008-05-04T10:40:00.000-07:00

seems to be a joke to most people, embodying all that is ridiculous about hippie culture - namely the barefoot naivety and the simple-minded desire for the unadulterated immediate real.
To most, except for Stephin Merritt and me. We know that Miss Safka's voice, if applied right, is capable of shredding the armour of cool our fellow convicts pride themselves with.
While on most of her records, especially the early ones, there's stuff you will cringe from, still you'll get plenty for avoiding her cow loving side and her "Bo Bo Parties" for Christopher Robin and the other five year olds.

Now let's go over to the record player, shall we?
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Two songs from her second album:
Any Guy is a surprisingly acrid little "I don't care" song, that's put back on its feet with it's final "is she as pretty as me, HA?".
Now, hear her roar on Tuning my Guitar. Getting goosebumps?

As the 70's progressed, she left the large Woodstock audience behind, her songs seemed to withdraw into a more private setting and got a little darker. On 1974's Madrugada you can hear both. This sombre album talks about resignation and offers resource in the consolations of a kind of humane short range devotion/submission, it's intimate songs mainly adressed at the one other.

Get saved by Melanie, Maybe not for a Lifetime, maybe for a reason. Perfect suicide prevention song with an ending that rhymes with ABBA.
Holding Out, it's never easy, hold me down. Her phrasing reminds us of Van Morrison, doesn't it?
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Ta Ta, till next time, when the brotherhood continues on it's crusade against cool.
(Remember kids, coolness is evil.)

Nico

2008-04-15T15:26:00.000-07:00

Da ist eine Kluft zwischen den Schichten dieser Welt (keine Musik ist außerhalb dieser Welt), ein Spalt, den ihre Stimme für uns alle offen hält.
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There's a cleft between the layers of this world (no music is outside of this world), a chasm her voice keeps open for us all.
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Death and the Maiden

This is a collection of bootlegs and various bits and pieces ranging from 1965 to 1987.
It starts with her wailing over the Exploding Plastic Inevitable before diving into 13 minutes of New-Age sillyness by Michel Huygen (just Google!), but then, oh then things get a little more serious - CBGB'S 1979: Miss Päffgen and her harmonium perform Secret Side and that's rather breathtaking. - This version is so strong, you should definitely hear it.
On the second side Purple Lips on French TV and a Morrison/Reed backed version of Chelsea Girls from a TV-documentary about the Chelsea Hotel.
Then there's her first Single from 1965 on Immediate - a piece of breezy folkpop, (better than Marianne Faithfull's stuff at the time - before the Austrian-Hungarian aristocrat got her own voice and was still trying to emulate Joan Baezes vibrato-siren (the horror, the horror!)) the B-Side of which a certain Jimmy Page co-wrote.

a1-improvisation.mp3
a2-vuelo_quimico.mp3
a3-secret_side-the_extension_of_the_eye.mp3
a4-no_one_is_there.mp3
b1-saeta.mp3
b2-purple_lips-intv.mp3
b3-childs_christmas_in_wales.mp3
b4-new_york_new_york.mp3
b5-chelsea_girls-intv.mp3
b6-im_not_saying.mp3
b7-the_last_mile.mp3
b8-purple_lips.mp3

Vinyl-rip, VBR, Lame, 71 MB (The Megaupload link ist still working)
Nico - Death & The Maiden

Eight Arms

2007-10-31T07:18:00.000-07:00

Found something for an All Hallows Eve post.

Daisy Chain were a mediocre mid-80's garage band from germany featuring a great singer with Debbie Harry hairdo and a raspy voice (reminding me of Jennifer Herrema of Royal Trux, so really raspy). Jani - thats the girl's name - would have deserved a better, more focused band.
Still, on "Do What Thou Wilt" (Don't know if they were Crowley fans - actually on the cover shots, they look like some provincial cult members) there are a few pearls to be found.
"Love to Live" f.i. is a blazing garage rocker:

Daisy Chain - Love to Live

"Eight Arms" on the other hand is something all together different. A run of the mill piano-ballad, that starts innocently enough with "what your love means to me, you will never know, what your love means to me, I will try to show", once it gets to the chorus things get a bit creepy:

I got eight arms to hold you baby
I got eight arms to care for you,
Oh just say you love me too
And I'll give my love to you

Daisy Chain - Eight Arms

Those Who Survived The Plague

2007-09-17T15:00:00.000-07:00

Fans of roaches and Fearless Iranians from Hell, Those Who Survived The Plague were a constitutive part of the early-nineties Hardcore-scene in Austria. With boy/girl shouting/screeching backed by competent musicians (like Mops, who was already part of Target of Demand, the first austrian Dischord-influenced HC-band) who knew how to deliver the punches, they were a really energetic ensemble that fell between the camps of metallic moshers like KURORT (another brilliant band - granite-heavy Slayer-riffing and singing in a strange upper-austrian-german) and the "Linz D.C."-bands (who again got their moniker from their Dischord sound, popularized by Rainer Krispels Target of Demand and their friends).

Try this one:
TWSTP - 501
"Separate the men from the boys - give, give, give me the boys!" (Ain't this the problem - that there are only boys left?)

Another one, you'll find in the last post, below the fotos.

The whole set:

Those Who Survived The Plague - Get Rid Of

Krieg

2007-09-01T07:06:00.000-07:00

2006 wurden in Wien 6000 Fahräder gestohlen. Gestohlene Räder warten im Schauraum der Straße auf Käufer, werden sukzessive ausgeweidet und von der Meute der frustrierten Autofahrer demoliert. Auch bei noch ungestohlenem Fahrrad mußt du damit rechnen, daß es dir zertreten wird, läßt du es in den Nachtstunden draußen stehen.

Destroyed by carsexuals, marauding through the streets at night, archenemies of man and bike...

The finest Austrian Hardcore band in the early nineties:
Those Who Survived The Plague - Carsexuals

Tally Ho!

2007-08-30T05:22:00.000-07:00

The Surf Box - Vol.1
It may not be driven by blast beats and double bass, still one could find similarities between Surf music and Black Metal - the main one being the tremolo guitar picking, which lends itself to impressionistic land/seascape painting. Also, in its manifestation as instrumental music, Surf often evokes dark and mysterious themes, rather than images of sunkissed beachbeauties - the sea is a dangerous place after all. (Don't think one can compare the clientele for the genres, though...)

This compilation, I found in the cutout-bin and it is a cheapo-sampler , not identical with the Rhino 4-disc set of the same name, so it contains mostly stuff from the 80ies, live-material and rerecorded, even three cheesy Disco-"Surf" pieces. Nonetheless there is some classic stuff here with The Belairs, The Frogmen and most of all PJ & The Galaxies with "Tally Ho". Well, "Tally Ho" is not of the "dark and mysterious" kind, rather the opposite - it's hard to find a brighter song on this planet. In this respect it only has to compete with another "Tally Ho", the one from the New Zealanders The Clean, also one of the great wonders on this earth and a different song.
(Still another "Tally Ho!" can be found on the Trustar-Vibrations-Blog in the Surf Coasters post. Of course I had to download it, and I have to report, while retaining the connection with the origin of the expression in fox-hunting, the song hasn't quite the class of the other two Tally Hos.)

The "PJ" of The Galaxies is one Paul Johnson, who was a founding member of The Belairs, one of the first surf groups (1960) in Southern California - "Mr. Moto" arguably being the first surf single - before taking over guitar with The Galaxies in 1964. Paul Johnson seems to be quite a legendary figure - this is his website: http://www.pjmoto.com/index.html

01 - The Marketts - Out Of Limits.mp3
02 - The T-Bones - No Matter What Shape.mp3
03 - Jan&Dean - It's Such A Good Night For Dreaming.mp3
04 - The Halibuts - Mr. Mysterioso.mp3
05 - The Lively Ones - Southern Surf.mp3
06 - John Blair w The Eliminators - Depth Charge.mp3
07 - The Tornadoes - Bustin' Surfboards.mp3
08 - The Chantays - Crystal T.mp3
09 - The Frogmen - Underwater.mp3
10 - The Ventures - Pipeline.mp3
11 - Mike Gordon & The Agates - Rumble At New Port Beach.mp3
12 - The Challengers - K-39.mp3
13 - PJ & The Galaxies - Tally Ho.mp3
14 - The Belairs - Mr. Moto.mp3
15 - The Paul Johnson Band feat Randy Mitchell -
Sleepwalk.mp3
16 - The Routers - Caravan.mp3

Here´s the whole set on uploaded.to (available for 90 days after the last download and rather fast most of the times):

The Surf Box - Vol.1

Two songs on Box.net:
John Blair w/ The Eliminators - Depth Charge
PJ & The Galaxies- Tally Ho

And The Clean´s Tally Ho:
The Clean - Tally Ho
(Now get over to Kiwi Tapes and get EVERYTHING you can by the Clean, for Goodness sake!)

Sangraal - Unearthly Night

2007-08-25T05:05:00.000-07:00

This one was posted on the MisanthropianS-Blog, a place for the more obscure and unknown Black Fucking Metal and this fantastic US-band really is a discovery , and better than most of the big names. With short songs, usually clocking in under the 3 minute mark, they use not just the tremolo-blizzard-formula but every other song is of the sluggish riff-heavy variety (with riffs so simple, even I could play them, which endears the band all the more to me). Their biggest asset may be their real live drummer (can´t be taken for granted with the "underground-kvlt-hordes" - drummers are a rare breed), who´s pounding away on his skins with real gusto.

So hop on over to MisanthropianS to get this wonderful and energetic piece of Krawall.

Here are two songs to get you hooked:

a fast one:

Sangraal - Relic of Disease

and a slow one:

Sangraal - Unearthly Night

Greatest Black Metal Titles - A List

2007-08-21T04:58:00.000-07:00

And I'm talking here about the Songtitles, not the songs (which may be rather crappy). Some I noted down a while ago without adding the group's name.

In no particular order:
+ Wälder im Zorn (Forests in Anger)- Nebelmacht
+ Raped by Light
+ Tue aus das Licht (Do shut off the Light)
+ Tot bleibt tot
+ Bäche des Bösen (Brooks of Evil) - Leichenschlacht
+ Suffer the Gestalt - Mütiilation
+ The Day Burzum Killed Mayhem - Nargaroth
+ Amarok - Zorn des Lammes III - Nargaroth
+ Deutsches Leid (German Grief)- Rabennacht
+ Bösäugig Gutgestrüpp (Evileyed Goodscrub) - Seelenaether
+ Rundgang um die transzendentale Säule der Singularität - Burzum
(It may be electronic-ambient but for it's sheer pretentiousness it has to be part of the list)
+ Schuld uns'res knöchrigen Faltpferd - Bethlehem

Angry Sheep pt.2

2007-08-21T04:32:00.000-07:00

The trailer of a horror-comedy from New Zealand (and they should know about sheep):
http://www.liberatedfilms.com/film-911-Black%20Sheep%20-%20Trailer

An den Ahnfurten

2007-08-11T06:37:00.000-07:00

Nargaroth, Amarok - Zorn des Lammes III
Look, whats been swept ashore: It´s the third installment in the epic Amarok - Zorn des Lammes (Wrath of the Lamb - What a title) - a fairly atypical song from Nargaroth's concept-album (the concept being the celebration of all things Old-School-Black-Metal) Black Metal Ist Krieg (Black Metal Is War - Oh, how we laughed). In the first minutes it's more of a gothic lament with man and woman duetting ("Kanwulf"/Nargaroth - the master of deceit- claims in his comments to the album, that no girl has been singing on this tune - must have been some restless soul from the beyond) without instrumental accompaniment, only the sound of a thunderstorm and waves crashing in the background, before turning to harsher means.

I have seen the wrath of the land,
as I wandered like a wolf among the
sheep.
I was a part of the wrath of the lamb,
so I am a part of the
wolf.
Oh I am the wolf, oh I am the lamb,
so I am (fuck) Satan and I'm
(fuck) God.
Call me now Judas or call me insane,
I am what I am, I'm
just a men/man.
Call me now Judas or call me insane,
I am what I am, I'm
just a men/man.
Fuck yeah, arrghh...
I am a men/man.

In his comments to the album Kanwulf refers to the motivation for the song in seeing T-Shirts with slogans like "I shit on being German" and "I was proud to be German" (depicting a decomposed corpse), which indicates to him the deplorable state of national pride, which the creator of "German Hateful Metal" obviously rather resents (his stuff is released by No Colours Records, a german Nazi-metal-label):

Dieses Land scheint unter einer Art Trauma bezüglich eines
Teils unserer Geschichte, bzw. der nationalen Identität zu
leiden Anzeigen dafür sind zum Beispiel im Verkauf von T-Shirts
mit der Aufschrift "Ich scheiße darauf ein Deutscher zu sein"
auszumachen. Mir ist kein anderes Land bekannt, welches eine
derartige Selbstverleundung betreibt und dies auch noch
kommerziel zu nutzen scheint.
Der Gipfel all dessen endete meines Erachtens in der
publikation eines T-Shirts auf dem eine zum Teil verweste
Leiche zu sehen ist und welche mit dem Worten "Ich war stolz
ein Deutscher zu sein" versehen wurde.(...) Aber auch wenn
man es anders interpretieren kann, sehe ich darin auch die
Verleugnung einer verheizten, verleugneten und allzu gern
vergessenen Generation unseres Landes. Ich rede von den
deutschen Soldaten der/des Weltkrieges.

So Kanwulf is dedicating his song to "the fallen sons and daughters of his family":

Im speziellen widme ich dieses Lied den gefallenen Söhnen und
Töchtern aus meiner Familie, welche im ersten WK ihr Leben
ließen, mit 17 Jahren in Russland in einem Panzer verbrannten,
in belgien fielen oder, bezüglich der weiblichen Gefallenen,
sich nach einer mehrfachen Vergewaltigung selbst das Leben
nahmen.

http://www.darklyrics.com/lyrics/nargaroth/blackmetalistkrieg.html#8

After reading his comments and interviews it´s easy to make a diagnosis of the guy´s character: obviously a narcissistic personality, forever stuck in an adolescent state suffering from delusions of grandeur. That makes him one of the more entertaining screwheads in the genre.

Nargaroth-debunking-site, almost as funny in its earnestness as the guy himself (in german):
http://nargaroth.shaddai.name/

Warrior Kanwulf appears on the afternoon-talkshow "Sonja" in a leather miniskirt, his flatmate is having problems with his ways and "gets sick, when seeing him":

And here is the song:
Nargaroth - Zorn des Lammes III

This Heat - Sleep

2007-07-25T05:04:00.000-07:00

Wir eröffnen mit dem schönsten Song von This Heat, der ersten Nummer ihres zweiten Albums "Deceit".
Seit es meinen auditiven Kortex Anfang der 90er erreicht hat, als mir König Ostermayer dieses Stück in einer "Musicbox" vorgespielt hat, steh ich unter seinem Bann und laß es mir regelmäßig durchs Hirn mäandern.

sleep, sleep, sleep, go to sleep,
sleep go to sleep,
you are now in a
deep sleep

in store promises, endless possibilities,
a life of ease, a life
cocooned in a routine of food

stimulus and response, softness is a thing called comfort,
it doesn't cost much to keep in touch, we never forget you have a choice

possibilities in store, a taste of paradise,
success on a plate for you, endless promises

(Ein Traum schickt dir ein Schlaflied ins Wache)

Außer dem Eingangsmantra habe ich immer nur einige Fetzen aus dem Text verstanden: "endless possibilities","endless promises" und "a taste of paradise" versprachen ozeanische Weite; "success on a plate for you" verwies dann jedoch auf eine kritische Haltung zur bequemen Entfremdung im Spätkapitalismus von 1981 und paßte nicht so ganz zu der ersehnten Wohltat des naiven Schlaflieds - als solches hab ich es mir aber dann angeeignet, als einen Schlafzauber, der nur leider nie nennenswerte Wirkung entfaltet hat, sooft ich auch über die drei Stufen -sleep, sleep, sleep- hinuntergestiegen bin.
Aber was schreib ich da von 1981, das Jahr hört man ja gar nicht aus der Musik heraus - das wahrhaft Besondere an This Heat ist ja, daß Bullen/Hayward da wirklich eine eigene Musik mit eigenem Sound zustande gebracht haben, die man in der Popgeschichte nirgends so recht unterbringen kann - ein zeitloser Sound also womöglich, und gerade Sleep schien mir immer aus einer zeit - wie ortlosen Volksmusik zu stammen, einer geträumten Folkmusic, viel reicher, feiner und glaubhafter geträumt als das die Residents mit ihren erfundenen Ethnographien je zusammen gebracht haben.

sleep, sleep, sleep, go to sleep, sleep, go to sleep,
you are now in a deep
sleep

listen!