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| An Education: Post Punk/Noise Rock
I want to expand my parameters, so I'm leaving it up to you to help. Chuck me a post punk/noise rock album you think I should check, I'll add it to the list, give it a description and a score out of ten. The rating will be relative to my knowledge/perception of the genre (i.e. if I give something a 10 it doesn't necessarily mean I'd rate it a 5 on sput) and I'm only going to take one suggestion per person. Part one of however-many-I-can-be-assed-with. | | 1 |  | Daughters
Hell Songs
I might try and think of ways to make this more interesting, but for now, I'd just like your help. 8) | | 2 |  | Cherubs
Heroin Man
Also, please be patient. This will continue for as long as I'm getting recommendations, so your description will be added. | | 3 |  | James Chance and the Contortions
Buy
Frip
Today I learned that Buy is wicked yet playful. It's designed to pester and persist, like an ostensibly inconsequential wound that somehow gets infected and suddenly your arm needs to be amputated...or something. "I PREFER THE RIDICULOUS, TO THE SUBLIME" yelps Chance in "I Don't Want To Be Happy", and it shows; this thing is messy, caustic and devilish, plodding rhythms colliding with oddball sax melodies (if you can even call them 'melodies') and guitar lines that could break windows. So it shuffles along erratically, with its crazed frontman deliberately eschewing meaning for a contorting, animal energy that defies expectations even after one knows what to expect.
7/10. | | 4 |  | Family Fodder
Monkey Banana Kitchen
Sandwich
Today I learned that bass guitar is a lead instrument. Family Fodder's bass rumbles and shakes, playing both dirt and water until there is a foundation of mud that the rest of the instrumentation tries continually to pull itself out of. The scope of influence is broad (I get snake-charmer vibes from Cold Wars; Organ Grinder is the most violent lullaby, like, ever) but the sounds are pulled forcefully together into a cohesive, albeit roughly sewn, whole. It could be because of the production -- it is, regardless of preconception or necessity, skeletal; the record sounds like the era it was borne from. But it could also be because of its innate kinetic energy, which lingers even in the more reserved cuts like Bass Adds Bass. What is left to consider is the dynamism of certain songwriting choices: vocal splicing, cavernous drumming, female vocals, a dash of piano where you never knew you needed it; this one actually wants to be listened to.
7.5/10. | | 5 |  | The Fall
Live At The Witch Trials
Butcher
Today I learned that polish is overrated. One begins to understand why a scholar of post-punk like Butcher has a thing for using words like "scuzzy" and "scrappy" and "mired", because a record like Witch Trials has a bloody, deformed foot in all three camps. I imagine The Fall was (and maybe still is) a band that places stock in bar fights, because -- as made evident in songs like Industrial Estate -- they think it's the most effective way to get a point across. All over the record, cheap keyboard melodies face off against guitars that, given the first opportunity, would laugh and spit in your face. In the muck and mire, Mark E. Smith does a brilliant job of acting as proxy for every disenfranchised, working class Briton -- stumbling around stage, bottle in hand, sneering at every fucker with a tie and a condescending smile.
7.5/10. | | 6 |  | Unwound
Repetition
Ghetto
Today I learned that Unwound never needed self-discipline. Far removed from the odyssey that is Leaves (which, although I adore the rest of their stuff, is still the most moving), Repetition sees the band at their most angular. Unlike Leaves, I think, it borrows more from the 'punk' side of things than it does the 'post' side and, as a result, it feels remarkably *urgent*; cathartic in the same way that smashing plates is cathartic. Mid-nineties Trosper was vitriolic; he cared enough to raise his voice into one half of a standoff. Even the quietest moments on this record (see: Sensible) can't shake the feeling of being the ominous calm before the storm. There are precursors (Lady Elect) and there are statements so bold and untamed they may as well be spray painted on a busy overpass. Yet still, for its place as a careerist pit-stop, it makes just as much sense and impact outside of such contexts. The perfect alarm to Leaves' sedative.
8.3/10. | | 7 |  | Women
Public Strain
Chortles
Today I learned that post-punk is an apparition. I also learned that immersive atmospheres and industrial dissonance aren't mutually exclusive, because Women are able to foster a symbiotic relationship between the two. It's more like these guys cook up their cacophonies deep inside a well, and we're standing captivated at the mouth as the noise drifts upwards into the winter morning. Public Strain was always going to be an easy in for me; a punk album hollowed out in its center by a track like Bells? A punk album that follows ambiance with a song as malignantly hypnotic as China Steps? One might think I was predisposed. I guess without the inherent bias that a record like Public Strain presents, it's still a really arresting piece of work: dissonance and melody coalescing to make for an album as indecipherable as it is welcoming. An aptly coincedental swansong for Reimer, the band, and the idea that noise is an excuse for the absence of elegance.
9/10. | | 8 |  | Arab on Radar
Queen Hygiene II
Hundt
Today I learned that 'sour' is the perfect word. I feel like it's an idea that will pop up over and over again during our stay together. Noise rock, almost by definition, is bitter and difficult to digest, but I feel like Queen Hygiene II befits the word 'sour' more than any album I've possibly ever heard. There are semblances of catchy riffing that litter this thing (see: Molar System), but they're deliberately positioned at an angle that rejects palatability, making incisions in the mix, slicing up Paul's vocals as he charts his decline from unhinged to genuinely deranged. It takes a pair of scissors to the thin veil between sanity and strident rock music, cackling as the facade falls to the floor in pieces.
6.8/10. | | 9 |  | The Jesus Lizard
Goat
Johnny
Today I learned that God is an animal. Goat is a record full of linear songs, with a feral kind of energy that propels it head first into the fire. The bass rattles and the wailing is near incessant, but there is a warmth to this album I can't shake -- a sort of depth that enables every sound (even the typically serrated guitars) to reverberate across the mix. Take South Mouth, for example, the drums sound miles away and the riffs are suspended in solution. Though The Jesus Lizard may have (unintentionally?) bowed the branches between urgency and distance, this thing still plays out like it was crafted by a group that is so far steeped in the world, the scene, that pushed them into the limelight. Also: goddamn that cover art is clever.
7.8/10. | | 10 |  | Brainiac
Bonsai Superstar
Ars
Today I learned how to throw paint at a wall so that it sticks. A by-product of all its metallic stops and starts, Bonsai Superstar refuses to make its mind up. In Fucking With The Altimeter, the record plays its cards close to its chest, enveloped in dark forms while a robotic woman, coded with an ironic sense of humour, hovers over the proceedings. Elsewhere, Brainiac are let out of their cage, crafting electronic sound collages (Transmission After Zero) that collide and fester and build on an atmosphere that's kinda petulant, kinda devilish, kinda beguiling. Bonsai Superstar holds within an eclecticism that manages to keep all the pieces revolving inside some fucked up, unfathomably restless orbit.
8.1/10. | | 11 |  | Shoppers
Silver Year
Ian
Today I learned what relentless really means. Graves spends just over twenty minutes barking at an insignificant other over the phone, and we shoulder the guilt of being complicit. Any and all empty space -- of which you'd be hard pressed to find, let alone notice -- is flooded with screeching feedback; the audio levels peak so often that seeing red is a goal rather than a warning. But it's not to distract from purpose, no, the distraction is the purpose. This is a breakup album that refuses to wallow in isolation, as though the all-encompassing static is of a fight-or-flight type origin, *relentless* in its attempts to starve the mind of any possible downtime. For twenty-three minutes, it succeeds.
7.9/10. | | 12 |  | Oxbow
King Of The Jews
Spluger
Today I learned what it takes for the police to gatecrash a party. How many drug-addled brains shouting over each other does it take for a piece of music to fall apart? With King of the Jews, Oxbow stretch the boundaries until they are taut and ready to snap. Strangely, there is an underlying sense of community that permeates this record. It's evident from the outset, with Daughter's DNA consisting of unintelligible chants and sharp hand claps. So we're presented with a tangent: Oxbow uses the fine print (vulgar, but fine nonetheless) to evoke the vague feeling that there is a narrative occurring here; if only we could piece together the moral/arc that is interred under the inhuman wailing and tortured monologues. As an aside, I adore how patient some of these songs are: Angel, crawling alongside a warbled double bass, engenders a genuinely disquieting atmosphere, while Angel Bow sees the band deriving some sick sort of pleasure from withholding information.
8.6/10. | | 13 |  | Savages
Silence Yourself
Unique
Today I learned that wild animals sometimes wear suits as disguises. To the uninformed (i.e me) Silence Yourself is an anachronism, around forty years too slow to slot neatly into a record like Chairs Missing, and similarly late in joining Unknown Pleasure's ilk, even though its dense, plodding basslines would be readily embraced (I'm aware the vocals would be incongruous in this instance; my reference points are scarce). Savages, ironically, sounds like a band for audiences that only bare their chipped and blackened teeth with the lights off and the curtains drawn. The atmosphere is piled on thick and heavy; the gothic shades stirred and slathered like wet paint across cuts like Dead Nature, concealing a raw, bruised energy that would otherwise stick out like a clump of coal in the rough.
8/10. | | 14 |  | Meat Wave
The Incessant
Friv
Today I learned that lines blur and converge. Meat Wave see-saw between the melody of regular punk, buried though it is between layers of fuzz, and the discordance of post-punk and noise. To my surprise, Sutter's voice retains an attention to melody, and it's a presence that, thus far, has been missing on this list. Meat Wave favours tangible riffs over discordant lines that dissolve and invert structure, evident in Bad Man, in No Light, and it's immediately felt amidst all the death rattles and broken glass conjured by the likes of Oxbow and Arab on Radar.
7.7/10. | | 15 |  | Royal Trux
Twin Infinitives
Stallion
Today I learned there are no limits. Twin Infinitives is a record with an impossible air of improvisation. It's scatterbrained, and its upended roots behave much like touchstones; the record doesn't think before it acts. The instruments here feel tangential, too, as though the only thing we should be paying attention to are Haggerty and Herrema's (for lack of a better word) vocals, as they attempt to drown out the shrieking, howling void. It's like touring an asylum in space, turned inside-out by heroin and abuse and everything in between. I think it's also interesting that I hated this at first, as well, but after around ten minutes the record induced an almost ahnedonic sensation in me, and I sat staring at my laptop screen, losing words and shapes and feeling until all that was left was the paralytic drawling and industrial clamour.
8.1/10. | | 16 |  | I Concur
Able Archer
Anatelier
Today I learned Able Archer is close enough. This isn't strictly post-punk, and it certainly isn't noise. Though the guitars consistently sit firmly on the beat (1,2,3,4,1,2,3,4...ad nauseum), and the bass is sufficiently drooping, plodding, there is a steady ascension to these songs which greater recalls post-rock than any other genre. These are lovely songs but they also serve as a reminder that I should probably be more diligent with what is granted pass through Heaven's Gate.
7.2/10. | | 17 |  | Laughing Hyenas
You Can't Pray a Lie
Dissonant
Today I learned that Laughing Hyenas are fond of irony. Lullaby and Goodnight shatters into frame with the lyric: "COME ON, BITCH", and if the discrepancy between that song title and the lyrical themes doesn't evoke a warped sense of humour, I'm not sure what will. Here is a band that remains ambiguous with meaning but unequivocal with their intent; the listener is on-edge and terrified, but of what, we're never entirely sure. The derangement seems a by-product of abject loneliness: the record is barren and dry; mordant and acidic. It arises from desolation and the petulance that follows in response. The band is called Laughing Hyenas; the band, at least, know who they are.
7.2/10. | | 18 |  | Feedtime
Feedtime
Hal
Today I learned how to dig, dig, dig. Titleholder of mulchiest bass tone, keeper of grungiest atmosphere and of dynamics most begrimed; feedtime sit restlessly halfway between this world and the underworld. The bass calls for superlatives, like 'scuzziest', like 'most overbearing', extending ghoulish tendrils into every corner of the mix until it's all you can hear. This sound is definitely, defiantly, scraped from the bottom of the barrel and..........I like it? S/T succeeds in scratching away the polish until there's nowt left but imperfections and open wounds.
7.9/10. | | 19 |  | Rusted Shut
Hot Sex
Sach
Today I learned what the siren would sound like were she honest. Like snatches of a sound recording occasionally escaping through the white noise of a TV screen, this record is 95% harsh noise, and 5% tangible rhythms falling into place unexpectedly. Hot Sex skulks forward along the back of metallic drumming and gurgled vocals and it's bass is omnipotent and unstoppable. It crashes forever in on itself as if exists for destruction but adamantly refuses to die. Side B begins with A Night In Hell, which is aptly titled to be sure. It feels disingenuous to describe it as a 'microcosm', but the track builds steady and sadistically from its introduction, eventually throwing in everything that has defined the record thus far: distorted, unsung vocals, that indomitable crash, the muddy bass, and that persistent screeching. It's not meant to be enjoyed, but the air of a record like this -- that refusal to give a fuck -- is rewarding and intoxicating.
8.3/10. | | 20 |  | The Feelies
Crazy Rhythms
Pheromone
Today I learned about restraint. Disregarding the fact that I think Crazy Rhythms' opener was written both for me and about me, this record isn't easy to relate to, nor is it burdened by many references points within the sphere it inhabits. This brand of post-punk is groove and melody-focused, spinning its wheels on the same progression for an entire song, creating earworms out of ideas that would've take five seconds to pen down. The alienation here is only ever implied, with layered percussion elements taking pole position over thick and gloomy atmospheres. But, listen to the record long enough, attentively enough, and one uncovers the same kind of disquiet that the genre is revered for; it's in the songs that fizzle out without bidding farewell, the beats that feel like they're running from something, and the abundance of treble (where would post-punk be without treble?)
7.5/10. | | 21 |  | Shorty
Thumb Days
Pjorn
Today I learned how to comb through the static. Once one makes it past the (constantly burning, crackling) vocals on this record, it's not difficult to uncover riffs that m/ harder than the bitten-off head of a live bat. It's unusual, at least in my experience, to discover an album where -- instead of the instruments -- the voice is the thing that imbues the music with its discordant qualities. Sure, there are moments here that run mischievously against the grain (the latter half of Mitzy Lodgem, for example), but most of it feels like creative, really hard rock battling against its rabid frontman for the stage-light. It's demented and it cuts deep. I like it a lot.
8.4/10. | | 22 |  | Ought
Sun Coming Down
Kyle
Today I learned how to wring fun from tedium. Sun Coming Down emphatically jumps out of the gate with an actual gallop in Men For Miles, with serrated chords almost (and I mean almost) cutting through the haze, reaching out to the point of no return and then snapping back just before touching it. Tim Darcy's voice maintains the same tone throughout the record. It's decidedly post-punk, with that British flavor reaching across to North American shores and burrowing itself into this record's atmosphere. At times it actually does feel standoffish -- as it should -- but there's moments (take the guitars in Passionate Turn) that are imbued with a sweetness that could properly be considered endearing -- whatever that means to a record that doesn't actually give you time to learn its backstory. Then, there's Beautiful Blue Sky: a behemoth, a squawking machine, a sickening collage of small talk. This one is a jaunt, and I Ought to have listened to it sooner.
8.5/10. | | 23 |  | Harry Pussy
Harry Pussy
DrMaximus
Totally I lea-..okay waitwaitwait, no, I didn't learn anything; I was rendered pretty much incapable of forming a sentence. In fact, I'm so dazed and confused that I can't tell whether I hate that I like this, or I like that I hate this. This whole record sounds like a million rubber bands, amplified by a few thousand, snapping at once. It sounds like as many tumbling razor blades recorded inside a high-powered washing machine. It sounds like a hailstorm of nuts and bolts, or a family of transformers all going through a manic episode at once. Okay, I'm done with the gratuitous similes -- this record was conceived without direction or structure, forced through a paper-shredder to make a statement about...something? I'd say it's one of those albums that pushes the boundaries of what we call 'music' but I've a feeling the lads in Harry Pussy would laugh at me for it. It'd be deserved. This exists because it wants to.
8.2/10. | | 24 |  | Post War Glamour Girls
Swan Songs
Claire
Today I learned how to increase my depth of perception. Swan Songs is a busy record; it's myriad background elements are forever tripping over themselves as Smith sprints straight lines across a busy freeway. This thing is robust, hefty, perhaps even melodramatic, with slower cuts defined and upheld by rigid grooves that propel the songs forward with as much determination as the more frantic tracks. There are some really refreshing songwriting choices here too: a dash of strings, a refrain sidling slowly into the background, a pretty vocal melody tangled and caught in a jagged guitar or two. Swan Songs is a post-punk record you can play at parties. Good shout, Claire.
8.6/10. | | 25 |  | The God Machine
Scenes from the Second Storey
Caiman
Today I learned what gloom sounds like. Everything about this album is oppressive. It spins out of control in the middle of self-destruction, digging further into its own subconscious as it progresses. This record has layer upon layer piling onto each other, undergirding thick, sludgy riffs that invariably overwhelm the vocal presence. But it wouldn't work any other way: the vocals sound like they were tracked in a cave, with the reverb almost constantly undermining the aggression in Proper-Sheppard's voice, as if to say fighting back is futile. It all culminates in an album that feels more nihilistic than any alt-rock record I can ever remember hearing.
8/10. | | 26 |  | Big Black
Songs About Fucking
Asleep/Sint
Today I learned how to speak in oxymorons. This is normal music slowly overtaken by rust and grime. It's a monologue to make audiences wince. It's an assortment of menacing riffs trying to perforate radio static. It's like, if Albini and co. genuinely wrote these songs about fucking, they did so with the worst of intentions: with violence in mind, with cheap motel rooms in mind, and with the coldest of detachment in mind. It is, musically, a great album on its worst behaviour. It evinces vulgarities on both sides of the spectrum, being both sludgy and abrasive, and -- as always -- I appreciate it for the fact that it doesn't sacrifice interesting dynamics for a palpable sense of anger.
7.9/10. | | 27 |  | No Trend
Too Many Humans
Winesburg
Today I learned that "this band doesn't like you" - YouTube user StillNoldea. The production on this record doesn't give this band's violent, sardonic, nihilistic angle of philosophy anywhere to hide. It's lo-fi and crumbling, but the disparate elements are distinct and luculent. Every lead guitar line on Too Many Humans is made up of discordant, cascading, dissolving riffing, skittering around the edge of the mix while the menacing bass does most of the heavy-lifting. This record is tied to the signpost of misanthropy like a dog in the sun, and it thrashes around in an attempt to escape. Instead of asking questions expecting an answer, No Trend ask questions to prove there isn't an acceptable one ("What do you do / When you don't know what to do?"). It then slows down during its denouement, enabling a more skulking menace to seep in, but that menace is no less impactful as the furore that precedes it. TMH feels like a blinding, debilitating flash in the pan.
8.3/10. | | 28 |  | The Gun Club
Fire of Love
Cylinder
Today I learned not to judge a book by its cover, even if its cover is dusty and/or defined by words like "puce". I have an even harder time settling on a rating for this one than I normally do. Like, in Promise Me, a single violin acts as the song's bedrock, playing a single note that drags and stutters along, and I can't tell if I hate it or if its textural contribution perfectly anchors the track's atmosphere. Even when I have a foot in the former camp, I can still say that creativity -- the one thing I value as much as emotional resonance -- is still found everywhere on Fire Of Love. This thing is indubitably original: a precursor for bands like The Pixies and one of those rare entities that absorbs it's influences and becomes an influence itself. But, as I alluded to, the record dances just outside arms length; not quite angry enough to be cathartic and not quite atmospheric enough to get lost in.
7.6/10. | | 29 |  | Glenn Branca
The Ascension
Wren
Today I learned how to deliberately contradict yourself. One song in, The Ascension stamps itself out as a piece of music that actively seeks out harmony in madness and squalor. The drums, pummeling, create a through-line that holds together short bursts of dissonance, which is a prevalent theme on the record. This album is one of emptiness, engendering a hollow feeling as it turns its foot and its coat on hordes of stone-faced audiences, only half listening, as its skin dissolves and its top lip sneers. I don't know, I like this a lot. Its atmosphere is frost-bitten and rewarding once you find an entry point.
8.7/10. | | 30 |  | Kiko Dinucci
Cortes Curtos
Friv [2] | | 31 |  | Medicine
Shot Forth Self Living
Tyler [love ya]
Today I learned where to find juxtapositions in a construction yard. The soft-spoken buzzsaw commands this record as much as it is what the rest of this record stems from. If not for its presence, Shot Forth Self Living would be a pleasant listen, drawing out murmured vocals and patient basslines. But that abrasiveness is the distinction between dream and nightmare, corrupting the morsel of purity and innocence in an undeniably fascinating way, although the case could be argued that it quickly becomes rote and unimaginative. I don't think so; if an album presents the possibility of enchantment and tinnitus in equal likelihood, I'm all ears.
7.5/10. | |
verdant
09.04.17 | help me m/ harder | SandwichBubble
09.04.17 | I'm getting hard just thinking about this
Family Fodder - Monkey Banana Kitchen (probably not gonna 5/5 it, but whatever) | Frippertronics
09.04.17 | James Chance and the Contortions - Buy
Pere Ubu - The Modern Dance
Japan - Tin Drum | verdant
09.04.17 | oh yeah do you dudes want this to be a comp?? i wasn't planning on it since it seems a bit derivative but if you guys want i'm down | Frippertronics
09.04.17 | ehhhh personally don't mind but do whatever you want (though i probs wouldn't be paying much attention so just do it as recs only) | butcherboy
09.04.17 | always The Fall - Live at the Witch Trials.. | SandwichBubble
09.04.17 | @LandDiving Nah doesn't have to be a competition.
But I'm going to school all of you, how bout that | verdant
09.04.17 | i am your pupil | butcherboy
09.04.17 | what did the center of the iris say to the eye? | SandwichBubble
09.04.17 | Open the door
Get on the floor
Everybody rec this man some 4s
@butcherboy eye don't know | butcherboy
09.04.17 | i am your pupil
ya dummy.. | SandwichBubble
09.04.17 | https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HxeBW8ADNHc | verdant
09.04.17 | wew | CompostCompote
09.04.17 | Paul McCartney - Press to Play. | GhettoHmbrglr
09.04.17 | Unwound's discog | verdant
09.04.17 | i love unwound but i haven't heard Repetition yet, i'll add that | Hundt
09.04.17 | Arab On Radar - Queen Hyegene 2 if it comes to noise rock
people seem to have pretty split opinions about it so it should be interesting | Chortles
09.04.17 | women - public strain
the end of guitar music | verdant
09.04.17 | eeeee i just listened to that for the first time today; i love their s/t! | Chortles
09.04.17 | 8-) | verdant
09.04.17 | {o: | Dissonant
09.04.17 | Laughing Hyenas
Urinals
| JohnnyoftheWell
09.04.17 | The Jesus Lizard - Goat | verdant
09.04.17 | thank yas
dissonant that record doesn't seem to be in the database, anything else? | ArsMoriendi
09.04.17 | Noise rock wise: Brainiac - Bonsai Superstar | verdant
09.04.17 | thnku | ianblxdsoe
09.04.17 | for noise rock, Silver Year by Shoppers | Spluger
09.04.17 | Oxbow - King of the Jews
| Papa Universe
09.04.17 | You want exactly albums with mixtures of both genres or albums of either genres? | Papa Universe
09.04.17 | Sputnik's Home Post-Punk Master reporting for duty:
Savages - Silence Yourself
Marching Church - Telling It Like It Is
Street Sects β End Position
Pop. 1280 - Paradise
Death Index - s/t
Swans - To Be Kind
Chrome - Alien Soundtracks
Shellac - At Action Park
Wipers - Youth of America
Therapy? - Troublegum
This Heat - Deceit
Swell Maps - Jane From Occupied Europe (as demanded by butcherbabe)
Swell Maps - A Trip to Marineville
Minutemen - Double Nickels on the Dime
The Pop Group - Y
Iceage - Plowing into the Field of Love
Metz - s/t
Ceremony - Violence Violence | butcherboy
09.04.17 | why would you rec marineville and not jane from occupied Europe?.. marineville is a very spotty affair.. | Papa Universe
09.04.17 | Jane is a little more accessible album I thought, while Marineville has that proper juicy vibe to it. Sure, Jane is probably a more renowned album, but I would personally take Marineville over it, to be quite honest. | butcherboy
09.04.17 | interesting.. I get it on some level.. | Frivolous
09.04.17 | Meat Wave - The Incessant
Kiko Dinucci - Cortes Curtos (not totally sure if this qualifies - its certainly noisy/punk-ish but give it a shot) | StallionMang
09.04.17 | royal trux - twin infinitives (if ur mAn enough) | anat
09.04.17 | I Concur - Able Archer | Dissonant
09.04.17 | Sorry, I didn't include the album
Laughing Hyenas - You can't pray a lie | StallionMang
09.04.17 | oh and: the dismemberment plan - is terrified | Papa Universe
09.04.17 | Incoming more, this time not necessarily Noise and Post-Punk, but definitely Post-Punk that is noisy:
Melt Yourself Down - s/t
Arabrot - The Gospel
Netherlands - Audubon
The Suicide Machines - Destruction By Definition
Rip Rig + Panic - God
Crass - The Feeding of the 500 (bet butcherboy will have some complaints about me not putting some other album of theirs on here) | ArsMoriendi
09.04.17 | Whenever I see one person rec more than 10 albums at once my eyes just glaze over the entire list | verdant
09.05.17 | thanks all, i'll probably start listening today | hal1ax
09.05.17 | feedtime - feedtime | verdant
09.05.17 | cheers sach | verdant
09.05.17 | updated. thanks frip. | verdant
09.05.17 | updated. thanks sandwich. | Papa Universe
09.05.17 | Man, you're about to have 3 killers in a row. | Pheromone
09.05.17 | The Feelies - Crazy Rhythm
Wipers - Youth of America
| verdant
09.05.17 | updated. thanks butcher ") | SandwichBubble
09.05.17 | Oh shit, Family Fodder above Contortions. I'm erect | verdant
09.05.17 | updated. cheers ghetto.
and thanks griff
and nice sandwich ;) | butcherboy
09.05.17 | cheers, jack, you eloquent motherfucker.. will be watching these write-ups come along with baited breath.. | verdant
09.05.17 | thanks butcher, lovu | kylemccluskey
09.05.17 | home boy already beat me to this gem: Swans - To Be Kind
you mighta heard of these already but eh: Ought - Sun Coming Down
Preoccupations - Viet Cong | butcherboy
09.05.17 | ^^^both stellar recs! | anat
09.05.17 | i'm not sure my rec really counts as post punk | SandwichBubble
09.05.17 | mine isn't really either @anatelier it's cool | anat
09.05.17 | thanks that makes me feel better | DrMaximus
09.05.17 | Harry Pussy - s/t | Papa Universe
09.05.17 | mine are, all of them... | verdant
09.05.17 | kyle, i've listened to Preoccupations too many times for it to be considered fair, but i've only listened to Sun Coming Down once, so that's good to go :~) | verdant
09.05.17 | updated. thankuthankuthanku chortles | clavier
09.05.17 | Post War Glamour Girls - Swan Songs | CaimanJesus
09.05.17 | The god machine - scenes from the second storey
A strange mixture of post hardcore, noise rock, doom metal, and many other genres ; is fairly bleak.
9/10 | Sinternet
09.05.17 | since for some reason nobody has mentioned them already
big black - songs about fucking | verdant
09.06.17 | thanks pals | Tyler.
09.06.17 | medicine - Shot Forth Self Living | hal1ax
09.06.17 | lol he ain't gonna like harry pussy. it might put some hair on his gooch tho | verdant
09.06.17 | u don't no me >: ( | hal1ax
09.06.17 | lol. na, ur right, i don't. but if i had to bet, based on ur rates... hehe :p | verdant
09.06.17 | lol there's not really much that i don't like per se but i don't rate everything i hear :~) | hal1ax
09.06.17 | i c i c | DrMaximus
09.06.17 | If you don't like Harry Pussy, you should give up on noise rock :/ | hal1ax
09.06.17 | amen | superluminals
09.06.17 | harri poosi | AsleepInTheBack
09.06.17 | Yo jack I recd you 26 on discord. Oh the betrayal... | Chortles
09.06.17 | beautifully put jackary | verdant
09.06.17 | i'm sorry ben! do you want another one or do you just want me to add your name with sint's? :'(
< 3 chortles | verdant
09.06.17 | updated. thanks hundt. | Winesburgohio
09.06.17 | No Trend - Too Many Humans | verdant
09.06.17 | been meaning to listen to that ever since griff rec'd ty | cylinder
09.06.17 | Great write-up for public strain, that album is special
My rec: the gun club - Fire of love | cylinder
09.06.17 | Also, 22 struck me like lightning personally | Winesburgohio
09.06.17 | just one thing: 15 takes aaaages (or took ages for me) to click but when it does entire universes unlock and unspool | hal1ax
09.06.17 | Ya 15 is as alien as they come. Rewarding af once it properly permeated though, yeeee. | verdant
09.06.17 | will keep it mind d00ds.
updated :DD | verdant
09.06.17 | oopdated thanksayou ars | Papa Universe
09.06.17 | Of all the things you could have picked from my list... but then again, it's as good as any.. | verdant
09.06.17 | you could've specified friendo, i just picked the first one : ) | Papa Universe
09.06.17 | I keep forgetting that you favour the one-person-one-feature rule... Savages are great, so I am not upset. Had they not been, I wouldn't have put them on the list. | InfamousGrouse
09.06.17 | why has nobody rec'd Script of the Bridge yet seriously | Papa Universe
09.06.17 | do it then, correct our mistake | verdant
09.06.17 | if you want me to add it, infamous, i will.
also, upd00ted, thank u een ur great | AsleepInTheBack
09.06.17 | No worries jack, just keep as is, I'll take half creds. | verdant
09.06.17 | sorry i'm a ediot :'( | verdant
09.06.17 | oxbow record was sick but i should not have listened before bed | AsleepInTheBack
09.06.17 | These write ups are lovely. Gonna try check all these records eventually | verdant
09.06.17 | thank you < 3 | verdant
09.06.17 | updated for unique | Papa Universe
09.06.17 | you beautiful creature, you | verdant
09.06.17 | : - ] | Spluger
09.06.17 | King of the Jews was one of my intros to noise rock and I honestly think it's the first time an album disturbed me. Daughter as an intro was crazy enough but the way Eugene Robinson moans, whimpers, and screams over an acoustic guitar in the track "bomb" just blew me away. I don't think I'd ever heard anything like that before. | TheWrenKing
09.06.17 | o shit just saw this
lemme rustle up a fav 4 u | TheWrenKing
09.06.17 | ok it's a toss-up between like 3 albs but I'll go for~~~
glenn branca - the ascension | verdant
09.07.17 | aw ye boiiii | verdant
09.07.17 | thank ya friv | Frivolous
09.07.17 | eyyyyy | Tyler.
09.07.17 | You never added mine :[ | verdant
09.07.17 | oh shit sorry will do it now it was accident i promise | verdant
09.09.17 | updated thanks stallion | verdant
09.09.17 | aye aye cap'n will get to it soon although bojack season 4 just came out so i won't be rushing ya dig | hal1ax
09.09.17 | "It's like touring an asylum in space, turned inside-out by heroin and abuse and everything in between"
lol i love this. | verdant
09.09.17 | i'm surprised that anyone is still reading this tbh but thank you lots | verdant
09.09.17 | updated thank ya anatelier | anat
09.09.17 | Thanks for humouring me LD I know it's not what you're after | verdant
09.10.17 | all good anat (ana? anatel? teli? anatelier?)
list is digs and also updated | Papa Universe
09.10.17 | Yo, how come Friv gets two entries? | verdant
09.10.17 | i'm not writing that one up unique. he meant for me to change it and i only remembered til after i wrote his entry, so i'm keeping it there for future reference | Papa Universe
09.10.17 | ok good, good | verdant
09.11.17 | ty hal :]]] | verdant
09.12.17 | ty sach good shit | verdant
09.13.17 | :] upd00ted. getting there slowly but surely. | verdant
09.13.17 | i usually only take one per person (ha) but once i'm finished this list i'm doing another one for a different genre. feel free to drop a rec in here for me to check out though! i just won't write it up :]]] | verdant
09.13.17 | ty!!!! | verdant
09.16.17 | upd@ted for pjorn thanks
i think i'll close this one so i can focus on finishing the rest of these; wanna get the new one up and running sooner rather than later. | Frivolous
09.16.17 | oooh, next one's a goody | verdant
09.18.17 | HELL YEAH IT IS thanks kyle!!! | verdant
09.18.17 | instant 10/10 for the name tbh | verdant
09.18.17 | hoo boy, updateredederd | cylinder
09.21.17 | THERE WERE MEN FOR MILES AND DOESNT IT JUST. BRINGA. TEAR. TO YER-EYE | hal1ax
09.21.17 | cool man
surprised u liked harry pussy that much | verdant
09.21.17 | it's a very ~specific mood~ type album but i will definitely be returning to it | Papa Universe
09.21.17 | Two questions:
1. Judging by the title I assume this is only a Noise/Post-Punk instalment is some Musical Education series and various more threads threads coming up in the future. Is that so?
2. When (if at all) will the next uber-anticipated "feelings thread" be out? | verdant
09.21.17 | to the first question: yes
to the second question: no plans but i'm sure i'll get bored one night soon and do one :~) | Papa Universe
09.21.17 | good
good | theBoneyKing
09.21.17 | Goodness, jack. I envy your ability both to work through material so fact and to write so elegantly and insightfully on albums that I imagine you've only heard once or twice at the time of writing. | Papa Universe
09.21.17 | Future thematic suggestions:
Scratched pinky-toeβ
Sudden rude awakening
Acid trip
Inescapable annoyance
Angry tears
Solitude (the pleasant one)β
Loneliness (the unpleasant one)β
Waking up in the morning only to realise you don't have to do anything that day and you can keep on sleeping | verdant
09.21.17 | thanks so much boney!!
i like the idea of that last one unique hmmmmmm | verdant
09.23.17 | forgot to tell u all i updated this today but who cares at this point lol | CaimanJesus
09.23.17 | glad to see you like that god machine record | neekafat
09.23.17 | The best post-punk album I've heard so far through the competition:
Have a Nice Life - The Unnatural World | verdant
09.27.17 | i've listened to that aplenty, neek. thanks though!
and thank u wines | hal1ax
09.27.17 | "denouement" wtf even is this word | hal1ax
09.27.17 | nice write up for no trend tho mr fancy pants | Tyler.
09.27.17 | can i rec a 2nd album | verdant
09.27.17 | hehe thanks for sticking around hal!!
sure tyler but i won't write it up. i want to move on to the next list soon : ) | ArsMoriendi
09.27.17 | 8.1/10? Not bad :D | neekafat
09.27.17 | No worries LandDiving, that's the only one I can think to rec haha!
How about... The Durutti Column - LC?? | AsleepInTheBack
09.27.17 | Nice big black write up mate, glad you enjoyed it | Dewinged
09.27.17 | Idk if it has been mentioned or it's too late but u can't go wrong with Melt Banana - Fetch | verdant
09.27.17 | i will add yours and neeka's but im not going to write them up because i want to move onto different genres soon :~) thanks so much though guys! | TheWrenKing
09.27.17 | niccce u burning through these | verdant
10.01.17 | to cylinder: i honestly feel like if there's any album on this list that my opinion will shift on drastically, it's yours. thanks for the rec. | verdant
10.02.17 | wren you fucken rock brother bear m/ | SandwichBubble
10.02.17 | That's a quality Ascension rating | verdant
10.08.17 | i'm finished!!!!! thanks tyler, and thanks to any who stuck around for the ride!!!!
i'll probably do a new one for a different genre/s soon. much appreciation and that | ScuroFantasma
10.08.17 | Nice list man! Clearly took a lot of work too. | verdant
10.08.17 | GRACIAS | TheWrenKing
10.08.17 | < 3 |
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