I am not having a good day. Too much government bureaucracy, not enough booze. Fortunately, Crime Killz are here to help. They’re a punk/rap duo from Tucson, Arizona, now based here in L.A., whose label Hit + Run calls their stuff “gameboy punk.” It’s like your old childhood videogames got sent to juvie and picked up some gang tattoos and bad habits. In the middle of the day I’m having, this “FTW” track is providing me a much-needed anger release valve.
Hey, remember last month, when we told you that our favorite experimental/Nintendocore French band Pryapisme was releasing a collection of 8-bit tracks and remixes on limited-edition (and Satan-endorsed, judging from the cover art) pink cassette? Well, as the Feb. 3rd release date for that set, Blastbit Rococollider, draws nigh, we’re finally getting a little taste of the chiptune insanity that’s in store for us. Here’s one of the EP’s six tracks, “Lesbian Bordello (Warp Zone).” Hang on to your joysticks.
As previously mentioned, Blastbit Rococollider will be released in an extremely limited run of just 100 cassettes, and it appears that no pre-orders will be accepted. So bookmark this page on the Apathia Records website and on Feb. 3rd, be prepared to hit the refresh button like you’re mowing down lesbian zombies in a post-apocalyptic bordello. Good luck!
French Nintendocore rockers Pryapisme must love the ’80s. Not only are they releasing a new limited-edition EP only on pink cassette tape, they’re filling entirely with 8-bit music—you know, that tinny, lo-fi electronic stuff that sounds like two Atari 2600’s getting freaky. It’s called Blastbit Rococollider and appears to contain 8-bit remixes/remakes of tracks from their first two albums, Hyperblast Super Collider and Rococo Holocaust. They’re only making 100 copies, but if I can get my hands on one, I plan to break out my old canary-yellow Sport Walkman and make it the soundtrack to a weekend-long binge-playing session on my Asteroids emulator. Don’t judge me.
Here’s the track list for Blastbit Rococollider, which comes out Feb. 3rd on Apathia Records. To (attempt to) order a copy, keep an eye on the Apathia website.
World A :
Level 1 : Quenelle quenelle fourrure (Intro)
Level 2 : La notion de chiralité de spin et d’oscillation de saveur des particules supersymetriques définissant un champs scalaire lors d’une transition de conifold en cosmologie branaire dans un modèle ekpyrotique (Scrolling map)
Level 3 : Lesbian bordello (Warp zone)
World B :
Level 4 : Un druide est giboyeux lorsqu’il se prend pour un neutrino ( Platform )
Level 5 : Darkness lobotomy insurrection (Final boss)
Level 6 : Sanglié par un cornid (Bonus stage)
I have to start off by thanking the guy who wrote us up on Metafilter last week, a website that apparently has the magical power to make even a half-assed music blog like ours more popular than catbeard photos. So thanks, narain! Hopefully by the time we post this, you and all the other Metafilterlings won’t have lost interest and moved on in search of…well, catbeard photos, probably. That shit is all the rage these days.
The Metafilter crowd suggested a ton of potential new Weird List fodder that Andy and I are still sifting through, but we wanted to jump right on at least one band submitted by all you highly opinionated newcomers. After much debate, we decided to go with symbioid‘s pick of glitch/noise outfit Computer Jesus Refrigerator, because we liked the name and their videos reminded me of when I used to scarf like 10 Pixy Stix all at once and spin around on the front lawn until it looked like the hedges were attacking me sideways. Yeah, I was basically the Gary Busey of my third grade class.
We don’t know a whole hell of a lot about Computer Jesus Refrigerator. They seem to be from Texas, but we’re not sure what part. This WFMU post says they’re from Austin, but their Bandcamp page is tagged San Antonio and their YouTube channel says they’re from Antarctica, which I assume is a joke but could also be an actual town in Texas for all I know. Maybe next to this one.
CJR is mostly the work of one dude named Michael Vasquez, who also goes by the name of KOKOFREAKBEAN. He likes to call his stuff “tonk honky,” which is as good a name for it as any. He plays drums, keyboards and samplers and also does all the project’s artwork, some of which is fucking amazing. He also designs the band’s costumes, which kind of look like his artwork come to life, in a very Caroliner kid’s-coloring-book-on-acid sorta way. Not sure if all CJR shows feature Vasquez on drums and another person on keyboards, but here’s a show from 2009 that does just that. I particularly like the way he yells at the audience in what sounds like a cross between Spanish, Swahili and Sullustese.
As mind-bending as that was, the videos Vasquez makes for CJR’s little 30-to-90-second bursts of glitchcore are even more extreme. Here’s our favorite.
As if all that weren’t enough, KOKOFREAKBEAN also makes disgusting little video shorts for Funny or Die. If you’re at work, don’t click that link. Guess I probably shoulda told you that in advance, huh?
Today’s weird band was brought to our attention by a reader called Hola-Ebola, who is rapidly emerging as our new MVR (Most Valuable Reader). Hola-Ebola (“H to the Ezzo” to his friends) also turned us on to Dirty Sanchez. Truly, H-E, you are a veritable geyser of weirdness.
This band is called Gidropony, which is apparently Russian for “hydroponic”–or so says the one English-language article was could find on this band. That article also notes that the band hails from the small industrial city of Saransk, about 400 miles east of Moscow, in what is apparently the Russian equivalent of the Rust Belt. And there’s definitely something uniquely Russian about Gidropony’s mishmash sound, which mixes the crazy videogame synths of chiptune with elements of punk, electro and drum ‘n’ bass in what sounds like some bored Russian kids’ vague, thirdhand idea of what hipsters in Brooklyn must be listening to. They’re like the aural equivalent of cheap knockoff Levi’s, or that fake version of Donkey Kong you downloaded off BitTorrent that bombs your PC with Russian porn pop-ups.
Gidropony, who appear to be made up of a guy-girl duo plus some additional live musicians, call their sound “discoviolence” (also name of one of their records, which you can actually buy on Amazon) or sometimes just “trash.” Occasionally it’s downright catchy, other times it sounds like someone having a Nintendo-induced seizure. And when they make videos for their songs, they really delve into the pop-culture scrap heap, as they do on this fairly mind-blowing clip. Warning: it gets dirty. And we’re not just saying that to get you to watch to the end.
Well, kids, it’s happened again–for the second time ever, a band posted on our Submit/Vote page has been voted onto The Weird List by you, our shiftless, dope-smoking readers. So give it up for Tumbleweave, people! They join Richard There as the only democratically elected members of The Weird List.
Tumbleweave is a drums/synths duo from Florida and they’re pretty new at this whole band thing. When they first wrote to us, they admitted they’d only been at it for about two months. Well, they’ve now been at it for a whole three months, and we’re happy to report that all that extra practice time has done nothing to make their music any less spazzy or unpolished. They still basically sound like somebody stuffed a few angry kittens, some old Sega Genesis consoles, and one of the guys from Yip-Yip into a sack and set it on fire. So as you might imagine, they’re a bit of an acquired taste.
We were positive that we were gonna be trend-setters and be the first blog to write about these guys, but no–this fucker called Buddha Khan totally beat us to it. Khaaaaannnnnn!!!!! (That was us channelling William Shatner, btw. In case you weren’t sure.)
Still, we’re pretty sure we’re the first blog to embed this YouTube video of a recent Tumbleweave gig. So we’ve got that going for us at least.
Our next weird band comes to us from Florida, land of spring break, old people, Disney World, stolen presidential elections, and death metal. Not many people know about that last one, but it’s true—many of the evillest sounding metal bands of all time hail from the Sunshine State. When you grow up surrounded by beaches and old farts in golf carts, screaming your head off about death and carnage over jackhammer-fast riffs seems like as good a response as any.
To our ears, Yip-Yip kinda sounds like what might happen if a couple of computer science geeks tried to combine their love of Devo and, oh, let’s say Donkey Kong with one of the more technical death metal bands like Cynic. There are no guitars, just lots of spazzy synthesizers and the occasional saxophone or robot vocal, all kind of sounding violent and playful at the same time, like a really good mosh pit. Do people mosh at Yip-Yip shows? If they don’t, they should.
The Yip-Yip dudes heighten all this electro insanity with a fondness for strobe lights (seriously, epileptics should NOT visit this band’s MySpace page) and these goofy checkerboard costumes, although judging from their more recent videos and live performance clips, they seem to be ditching the checkerboards in favor of a beret-wearing look that’s more sort of Nerd Special Forces. They still love those strobes though.
Anyway, here’s a recent video from Yip-Yip’s YouTube channel, which has got all kinds of great stuff, including a truly hilarious clip of them playing a high school homecoming dance. Seriously, those kids at Lyman High don’t know how lucky they are—at my high school dances, we just got lame-ass top 40 DJs and one time, a really shitty ska band. (Warning: more strobe effects!)