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 clichés. 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.
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 clichés. 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,
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:
nice one.
obfuscation thy name is Kilian! OK I have no clue who you are writing about.
--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?
-- 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?
Wait, now i'm thinking its
Head Stapler, then Justin... and then Kilian?
OH Brilliant!!! Kilian you clever monkey you! Brion Gysin would approve!
"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.
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.
You can't tell me to pull up my pants! Pulling up one's pants is for pussies!
Why I think that's a request for a rock off.
Show's on.
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