Oozing Wound
“Call Your Guy”

Put on Oozing Wound and send your mind back all those years to those afternoons when you and Richie sat cross-legged on the floor of your bedroom next to the little blue stereo with Rust In Peace on at full blast (with Bass Boost™ option activated), guitars wedged in laps, trying to snap your wrist back and forth at the right tempo to play along, but not quite moving fast enough. Maybe you’d succeed at every other bar. Maybe. What, that never happened to you?

What about the time Sound Of Perseverance came on the PA before the show and the resulting battle, especially during the double-time parts of “Spirit Crusher,” grew bigger and nastier than any other mosh the space would see for the rest of the night? Dudes got on other dudes’ backs for chicken-fight battles, some lined up against the walls and charged into the center from both sides in a tidal wave of pure brutality. You remember. No?

How ‘bout when all you wanted to do was score just a small and totally responsible amount of well, like, stuff, nothing crazy, before the weekend gets here, and you try to “Call Your Guy” but nothing takes and he doesn’t pick up and just what are you supposed to do?? You call other guys. Nothing. “It’s gonna be OK.” How is this going to be OK, dude?? Look at me, man. Keep it together. I’ll call my guy. “But your guy is my guy, and he’s not there, man. Maybe he’s dead?” What? Why are you looking at me like that?

Chicago-based neo-thrash shred-revivalists Oozing Wound can act out these sweat-stained narratives up there in your brain, if only you’ll let them. Put on “Call Your Guy” and lift a fist during the first riff. Let a few shrieks roll out of your chest. When you reach the halfway point, as the band stops on a dime for the three-note breakdown that repeatedly interrupts the galloping rhythm, feel free to tear off a piece of your clothing. When the coda riff hits, you’ll know what to do.

• Oozing Wound: http://oozingwound.bandcamp.com
• Thrill Jockey: http://www.thrilljockey.com/index.html
• Rotted Tooth: http://rottedtoothrecordings.net

Oozing Wound

“Call Your Guy”

Put on Oozing Wound and send your mind back all those years to those afternoons when you and Richie sat cross-legged on the floor of your bedroom next to the little blue stereo with Rust In Peace on at full blast (with Bass Boost™ option activated), guitars wedged in laps, trying to snap your wrist back and forth at the right tempo to play along, but not quite moving fast enough. Maybe you’d succeed at every other bar. Maybe. What, that never happened to you?

What about the time Sound Of Perseverance came on the PA before the show and the resulting battle, especially during the double-time parts of “Spirit Crusher,” grew bigger and nastier than any other mosh the space would see for the rest of the night? Dudes got on other dudes’ backs for chicken-fight battles, some lined up against the walls and charged into the center from both sides in a tidal wave of pure brutality. You remember. No?

How ‘bout when all you wanted to do was score just a small and totally responsible amount of well, like, stuff, nothing crazy, before the weekend gets here, and you try to “Call Your Guy” but nothing takes and he doesn’t pick up and just what are you supposed to do?? You call other guys. Nothing. “It’s gonna be OK.” How is this going to be OK, dude?? Look at me, man. Keep it together. I’ll call my guy. “But your guy is my guy, and he’s not there, man. Maybe he’s dead?” What? Why are you looking at me like that?

Chicago-based neo-thrash shred-revivalists Oozing Wound can act out these sweat-stained narratives up there in your brain, if only you’ll let them. Put on “Call Your Guy” and lift a fist during the first riff. Let a few shrieks roll out of your chest. When you reach the halfway point, as the band stops on a dime for the three-note breakdown that repeatedly interrupts the galloping rhythm, feel free to tear off a piece of your clothing. When the coda riff hits, you’ll know what to do.

• Oozing Wound: http://oozingwound.bandcamp.com
• Thrill Jockey: http://www.thrilljockey.com/index.html
• Rotted Tooth: http://rottedtoothrecordings.net

Chief Keef

Almighty So

Chief Keef, Chicago drill rapper and controversial in-house nanny, released his long-anticipated, much-delayed mixtape Almighty So on Saturday at 10:17 PM (“Brick Squad o’clock”). It’s his eighth mixtape, and it sees Chief Keef doing what he does best: putting babies down in cribs without waking them up. Wow! He apparently raps on this here release, too, so do check that out.

• Chief Keef: http://www.chiefkeef.com

Chocolate Grinder Mix 93

Hi!

Hi! My name is Clifford Jameson Morrissey. Like all of you, I am a slave to this world. I just returned from moving things with a pal, it’s 12:34 AM, and I’m enjoying one of my favorite things: sitting in the dark on my second-floor apartment porch. It’s windy out. I should probably take down the metal chime.

The neighbors downstairs were arguing loudly before I left. Their two babies were crying, and the eldest kid was calming them on the front stoop as I drove off. Incidentally, I unavoidably ran over a raccoon on the way home whilst listening to one of last year’s Angels in America tapes; I think they broke up.

Got a call from mom tonight. At 7:30 AM, I must move a television into Grams’ bedroom before work ‘cause they’re painting the walls around her usual sitting spot. A moment ago, there were raccoons banging loudly by the garage. Circle of life, right? The eldest son from downstairs chased ‘em off with a snow shovel and kicked a dual stroller on his way inside. His mother at the back door said, “They’ll be back Tuesday.” Right.

[Writer’s Note: Said metal chime fell during the night and tangled itself in the chair I was sitting on while writing all prior text before brackets.]

On a current note, this mix I made is hardly more than 22 minutes. Please, listen to it entirely. I implore you. It goes through a lot in such a short amount of time. Thank you for considering the sounds and reading. Hi!

Stream below, and subscribe to our podcast here.

[00:00] 20013 Heavy Meditation - “The Dreams”
[00:10] D/P/I “IN DREAMS”
[02:02] Sean McCann - “Character Change” [excerpt]
[03:24] Paisley Parks - “GMF” [excerpt]
[03:32] Ras G - “_G Spot Connection” [intro]
[03:34] Free Weed - “Ballbreaker (She’s Fine)”
[04:59] Giant Claw - “Wombs-Coda”
[05:04] Sun Araw - “TWO FROM THE DESERT: YUCCA VALLEY 2012” [into]
[06:03] Dean Blunt - “Four”
[06:15] Filthy Huns - “Sun Rider” [into]
[06:24] Ghostface Killah - “Beware Of The Stare” [intro]
[06:50] FAMILY EVENT - “SIDE B” [excerpt]
[07:33] Rice Master Yen - “Russian Blue”
[08:04] Rene Hell - “var_len 3” [excerpt]
[08:21] アドブロック+ - “못쓰게 만들다”
[08:56] Tech N9ne - “SMB”
[08:59] Arca - “Feminine”
[09:28] D/P/I - “VOID”
[09:33] Kool Keith - “Death Star Pimp Mobile” [excerpt/screw]
[10:07] Bataille Solaire - “Documentaires” [excerpt]
[10:22] d’Eon - “Putrid Water” [excerpt]
[10:23] Senator Ted Cruz - “Green Eggs and Ham”
[11:26] copeland - “Fit”
[11:30] Giuseppe Ielasi & Andrew Pekler - “07”
[13:28] Seth Graham - “Wet Shit”
[13:34] Lil Ugly Mane - “Side-Two” [excerpt]
[14:37] AyGeeTee - “Blue Preview”
[15:21] PrismCorp Virtual Enterprises - “Newgroup”
[15:28] Bigg K - “Freestyle on Sway in the Morning”
[17:02] Edward Snowden - “[PRISM secrets]”
[17:06] PLVS VLTRA - “私は小人”
[17:41] Miley Cyrus - “Wrecking Ball” [maybe]
[18:08] JFM - “How Many Hearts Do You Hold” [excerpt]
[19:01] 야광토끼 - “왕자님”

Quasi

“See You On Mars”

Oh how I wish more modern indie rock bands drew influence from Quasi. I mean, come on you guys, Sam Coomes and Janet Weiss’ blend of noised-out sonic fuckery with pop classicism is a territory that gets examined too infrequently these days. The band’s label-mate Deerhoof and Women (RIP) are two artists whose work mines similar territory, but other than a handful of aesthetic similarities, all three groups have distinctive musical languages. Quasi’s particular voice has been pretty well established since their debut record and has remained singular ever since. As a result, Quasi have managed to fully explore/subvert every angle of their particular brand of noise pop throughout their career, and their latest album Mole City might be their most expansive and complete statement yet.

Mole City is a sloppy and sprawling 24-song record that plays with multiple facets of the duo’s sound. Quasi are true songwriting craftspeople, so nearly every tune is a structurally perfect pop gem that then gets subjected to their lo-fi experimentation. Just about any track from the record could’ve been their lead single, but the two that were chosen (“You Can Stay But You Gotta Go” and “See You On Mars”) are some of the most immediate tunes the duo has ever written. “You Can Stay But You Gotta Go” is a riff-heavy blast of gloriously disgusting gated-fuzz pop, and it’s great. But I just can’t get enough of “See You On Mars,” which recalls the keyboard-heavy work of Featuring Birds. “See You On Mars” has some of the silliest lyrics of any Quasi song, but they are still laced with Coomes’ trademark flippancy, and when coupled with the song’s hook-laden, suite-like structure, they make for a particularly memorable Quasi tune. So, put down your Haim records , listen to Mole City, and submit yourself to Quasi’s gloriously fucked-up pop.

Mole City is available now via Kill Rock Stars. You can watch the video for “See You On Mars” above.

• Quasi http://www.theequasi.com
• Kill Rock Stars: http://www.killrockstars.com

Gary Lucas

“Vertigo / Psycho”

The officer walks you into a tiny concrete room and sits you at the table. You feel your pulse throbbing in your temples. “Don’t worry kid, we’re gonna figure out who did this to you,” he tells you. He presses a button on a panel by the door and speakers descend from the ceiling. “I know you don’t remember much, But listen to these guys and tell me if one of ‘em sounds familiar. Maybe we can ID the bastard.” He presses [PLAY] on the remote and the first guitar hits, all major seventh chords and nice little jazzy flourishes. This is not the man you saw on stage last night. The second sample sounds scuzzier, distortion damaged. Almost there, but not quite right. The third kicks in with chunky block chords, pristine atonal fingerpicking, straight up raw, man, each note at once perfectly right and perfectly wrong. Jackpot. You clutch your head, and it all comes flooding back.

You went to the show alone. The guitarist stood on stage with a sombrero sitting way back on his skull, surrounded by pedals. He bent down to adjust a knob, and when he looked up for a second, it seemed like he looked right at you. A cryptic smile spread across his face. He flipped on his amp and started playing, no, like, spewing notes out in a cascade of tritones, all horror-score-core, and that’s when you recognize it. Among all the looping, whammy-ing, ring modulating, string mangling — it’s Bernard Hermann’s theme from Psycho. By the time the Vertigo theme emerges from a massive swirl of delay feedback, it’s over for you. You’re falling through a monochromatic red expanse with nothing to grab onto, as a white tesseract spirals off before you into the abyss.

“That’s the guy,” you tell the policeman. He starts to laugh.

“Whaaaat, hearing Gary Lucas konked you out? The man’s a walking legend. Played with the goddam Captain Beefheart himself. Ever heard of ‘Flavor Bud Living?’ Yes? No? We’re talkin’ 20+ solo albums, kid.” He claps you on the back and points at the door. “You’re gonna need to grow a pair, real quick, ‘cause Lucas’s new album Cinefantastique is all solo guitar reinterpretations of movie themes and — guess what? — it’s already available.”

• Gary Lucas: http://www.garylucas.com
• Northern Spy: http://northernspyrecords.com

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