Wednesday, October 24, 2007

Turds. Blood, Sweat, and Tears. Whitesnake. Korn.

An odd name, but hey, it's funk.


Over the years, this sprightly little piece of funk eventually became a favorite of mine. I love how it manages to mine a slow tempo while never not promoting ass-shaking. I can't say I'd ever followed funk very closely, but this was definitely a topic for further investigation.

Fast-forward several years, and I'm finally ready to investigate further...And suddenly I found that my uncle’s door had never been barred from me and that he was more than willing to let me have a peak into his world. And thus I discovered “grown-up” rock and roll.

H-O-L-Y F-U-C-K, they were the hottest shit I'd seen in a long time and I remembered why I was so excited about them the first time I heard them!

They were loud and unrelenting. They understood the primal nature of the "dumb" rock song and, just as importantly, understood (as Albert Collins once told me and some friends) the importance of a kickass tone.

The recordings are intricately layered the way you would imagine that a producer's recordings would be. They are the sort of thing Joe Mathlete would want to don his headphones for, just without all the cheesy rock clich
és. For me, it's so disturbingly powerful, expressive, violent and aggressive that it makes punk rock sound like mere posturing.There is a golden haze encompassing this group of pig-killing choir boys. Man vs. Man. Boy vs. Boy... vs Nature etc., etc. It totally fascinates me.

My biggest problem with them at the end of the day however is the apparent need they seem to feel for interminably boring bonus tracks and unbearably over-serious lyrics. That shit gets old real fast. But the noodly, overcompressed guitar; the manicured production; and especially the high, screechy vocals are fingernails on my blackboard.

Suffice to say that I really love this album and you should buy it.

Really,

if these guys come to your town, go see them



and tell 'em NAP sent you.





P.S. I’m working on a theory of background noise to explain why I enjoy listening to all of this crap so much. When it makes sense, I'll post it.

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10 Comments:

Blogger bluebird of doom and gloom said...

nice one.

October 24, 2007 8:24:00 AM EDT  
Blogger Ramon Medina - LP4 said...

obfuscation thy name is Kilian! OK I have no clue who you are writing about.

October 24, 2007 8:38:00 AM EDT  
Anonymous The NAP Scholar said...

--SPOILER ALERT--

I'm sure everyone can tell kilian didnt really write any of this except for the title, the first sentence and the ps. the rest is all quotes from previous nap posts.

now what do i win?

October 24, 2007 9:24:00 AM EDT  
Anonymous The NAP Scholar said...

-- SPOILER ALERT --

Let's see:

first bit is by John,
then Anaconda,
then Ramon,
then DD,
then Heidi,
then Kilian,
then Justin,
then Head Stapler?

Is that about right Kilian?

October 24, 2007 9:29:00 AM EDT  
Anonymous The NAP Scholar said...

Wait, now i'm thinking its

Head Stapler, then Justin... and then Kilian?

October 24, 2007 9:31:00 AM EDT  
Blogger Ramon Medina - LP4 said...

OH Brilliant!!! Kilian you clever monkey you! Brion Gysin would approve!

October 24, 2007 9:36:00 AM EDT  
Blogger Head Stapler said...

"There is a golden haze encompassing this group of pig-killing choir boys. Man vs. Man. Boy vs. Boy... vs Nature etc., etc. It totally fascinates me."

Royalties!

Clap Clap Clap.

October 24, 2007 1:21:00 PM EDT  
Blogger Wednesday said...

This post was put together by Kutten Paiste. He mined Thursday through Tuesday posts with a dash of DJ Electramummy. Pull your pants up! Say yeah.

October 24, 2007 1:57:00 PM EDT  
Anonymous Assmaster's Anonymous said...

You can't tell me to pull up my pants! Pulling up one's pants is for pussies!

October 24, 2007 3:29:00 PM EDT  
Blogger Wednesday said...

Why I think that's a request for a rock off.

Show's on.

October 24, 2007 3:32:00 PM EDT  

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