Sickoids you are living all over me. I saw
you twice and thought it’s great. I even did some john-cleese-losing-his-shit
type of dance moves in a pit during your set to receive a beer shower. But
fuck, how could you write such a record? Alright it’s obvious. In my head. That
it’s Mecht Mensch with Hüsker Dü. But fuck this is just brilliant. Total sonic
destruction happening while the sounds are doing a lovely waltz on a distortion
landmine field. So good. Desperately beautiful and uncontrollably angry. The rhythm
and all those harsh melodies. Manic and unstoppable restlessness which actually
sounds sweet. Like consumer music if you are selling counter living. Should
have grabbed an lp and wear a pin as an insignia of loving awesome music. Those
all of a sudden guitar slayings which are totally out of place but still
perfectly fitting to the mindset of confused people embracing their inner fire
to be against this world what doesn’t make anything easy for us in ways of
living here.
But we have records at least. I already mentioned Hüsker Dü and Mecht Mensch. And nowadays there are only few things what are better than reading after midnight and listening to my husker dü lps on my headphones in my bed, tired and lonely but still in a volume that is replacing some kind of stimulant. Beautiful collages of broken hearts, broken amps and amphetamine. Knowing that I deserve more and waiting for someone to enter my world. There are so many things out there and maybe I will discover a few with my headphones on, wondering around all alone. Sonic blown out perfectness like if beach boys were a cult’s house band for angry people with big hearts. Sunset music for those who don’t believe in the sun.
You don’t really sense it, cause I don’t write like a fat person but I have a big belly and a swollen face and I move slow and I like eating. And what is weird about eating is I guess most of us taste food in a different way. Not every food, but our tongues are different that’s why making out is fun or just interesting. But I think we hear things different as well so It’s not a big surprise that we interact with our ears in a romantic way as well.
And for me music is sometimes so close to food. It is made by people for people, like ethnic food, which is best when prepared by natives. Like punk, who doesn’t feel it can’t make it just reproduce it. It’s totally up to your taste and most of the times the more you chew the more you can discover. I had such relevant revelations when I was listening to the second blitz lp eating some sandwiches and there was one song where the guitars were just so aggressively beautiful and so distant from everything else while they fit perfectly to the whole song.
Forgot which song was it and maybe I will never find again that feeling but I guess that’s the point in finding a feeling in specific times of the nights and remember it for a long time when it was only me and a sound from decades ago. That moment made me realize there is always more layers in music. I mean, I already knew that but that’s good as well in punk as in being a fan that you feel like you are a baby. Sometimes bands sound like I hear them for the first time, or I just hear music for the first time. The music that finally fits me.
And what I like the most is my head being a mixtape and bands’ complete albums are the tracks on it. During the beginning of summer I love to listen to super wild horses, brilliant colors, Grass Widow and the new Broken Water lp. With all those dreamy guitars and voices from a secret cooler world. I always wondered about listening to these bands while riding my bike but I live on a hill and I’m fat (as I already told you) so I rather spare myself from the torturous biking part. These bands are like cruising with skateboards in a gang or just with another person you will might kiss if you fall together.
I remember when Grass Widow played here I was telling the bassist and their roadie that I’m incapable of listening to the Nerves cause those songs are so viciously true they make me cry and be angry on people who don’t love me. Gosh I want to listen to Nerves again but as I said, I can’t. The new Grass Widow record is so beautiful. I can imagine that when all the people who go to operas in fancy clothes will die out and those theatre buildings will be deserted we will go to there and occupy them and listen to such beautiful music as internal logic with grey hairs and bended backs wearing band t-shirts, balancing by canes. Not to say this is music for the older and pretentiously sophisticated pack but it’s an another levels of perfect harmonies. Yes, it still is underground music, played by people with tattoos and sunglasses for people who wear junk food-stained shorts even at opera houses.
Brilliant Colors is just so cool. Since I’m back at home and waiting for the sun to warm up the nearest lake I listen to brilliant colors and imagine myself back on the beach of the Pacific Ocean walking barefoot among rotting crabs in excruciatingly cold salty water, wearing my trench coat and mumbling Morrissey songs in my head. They make me spend my weekends with things that are of meaning . Like making flyers for upcoming shows, or just try to be collaborative with amazing people. So raw, thus viscerally cool and fresh like they play these songs for the first time and they work instantly. As good as novels which feel to be written in one night. There is some kind of melancholia in Brilliant Colors which always makes them sound they just don’t give that much fuck about feeling crap. They have instruments, the ocean and themselves to have fun. I wish I had seen them.
All these bands are as beautiful as the weeping guitar sounds of Born Against’s Shroud and Universal Order of Armageddon’s Mud. Two bands’ two brilliant songs I’m constantly jamming these days while exploring my inner thoughts while wondering through this dirty city where I live. One of such inner thoughts I dug up is we just have to listen to guitars a bit more. Or to all the instruments. To find something perfect. Sounds what are telling us something.
Few weeks ago i went to a no-idea-what-genre show but it was supposed to be connected to punk in an alright-why-not-to way. and they really could play their guitars but that was the only thing that they were telling me. Their talent and technical skills. I felt worse than I did during the two years of government of our dictatorial ruling party. It was this terrible and nonsense pointless musician jerking off.
For me, music is about putting yourself rather than your skills into your chords. This way it matters who you are not what are you capable of. Guess what, everybody is capable of anything.
Like with this new Broken Water lp it’s obviously a weeded out Sonic Youth fandom. But there's also something much more as well. They sound more like people who grow up smoking pot and listening to early Sonic Youth than a band who wants to make it with slacking. These people are like us and we don’t want to make it. We just need music to represent the goodness in moments.
Broken water is what I feel when I stroll around on empty beaches after mowing the lawn at my parent’s weekend house, drinking warmed up beer and watching the wind surfers eating shit. I feel that my job sucks, I don’t really make any money but right now I’m supposed to be happy and relaxed because I'm here on the beach. But the beach is empty because everybody is at work and that makes me feel that my life sucks even more. They are adults and I’m just a dude balancing on a fucked up curb like a free kid. I know I shouldn’t be like that but what will happen if I stay to be that for a little bit more? This is how broken water sounds to me. It feels like there is something they are holding back, pace changings and heaviness. Like having fun while you should be serious. Staying in your bed and let your smile solve all your problems.
Back to the beginning Mecht Mensch is perfect. They are not just a band who you know that have influenced others but their music would stand out even nowadays. Without the context of time just in context of forever punk. They are just a band that is good because they are good. And I never really listen to bands because they are cool but not good. However, I play sudor sometimes with the image in my head of a show I’ve been once at and it was an amazing punk night and one of the guitar players was wearing a sudor shirt and it was just an irresistibly good look. Memories and fashion.
Anyways, mecht mensch is just a crazy good crazy hardcore band. With smart kids fucking being aware of their shit. Amazing. For some subconscious reasons I bumped into their acceptance ep. I already heard their split with Tar Babies but that time I didn’t pay that much attention as it would have deserved. But here it is again to save my hours spent in contempt. No rest, no relief, still it’s so much better than reality. It’s just another proof of how common anger relaxes us and makes us feel better about ourselves. The more they hate the more we love. Wire walking balance of guitars that could fall anytime but these guys know better than anyone that they won’t. Seems that they even risk some crazy voyages into sonic craziness but there is always that organized, well targeted hatred which keeps them in the safety of being righteously fucked up. So good. The whole music is a huge blast with the hectic drums and massive teen angst.
I have to listen to commercial radio at my workplace. I guess it's weird that most of the songs the radio is playing are supposed to be songs for having fun but almost all of them have a huge depressive, melancholic hint which makes me suppose that these hits will push people into the blue unconsciously. I know that ordinary people are happy to hear such tunes but it would make me depressed if that would be my only option. I bet it works vice versa but I like to cherish the idea that even bands like Mecht Mensch or Outpanties could be big hits for us, who make us party or feel more alive and connected.
Also, regular people think that they are alright so why do they want anything more from a songs than to break the silence? By demanding more from these songs they would admit that nothing is alright and even these sad songs make them feel a bit better. We know that everything is shit but their “everything” is nothing for us.
As always, it will become a bit better because we are making it better. We are embracing the beauty in tragedies and nonsense and creating something out of them that is just the best thing. To cut ourselves out from the shit. So make your noise in any forms girls and boys.
ps.: i wanna finish my long overdue fanzine which will be in english and also there will be an artsy-fartsy zine in english as well for which i provided sentences and one of my best friends did sick drawings. but if you are interested in my previous zine just hit me up and we will figure it out. Also, send me cool shit, because I’m as poor as I have to share a room with a 18 year old kid.
But we have records at least. I already mentioned Hüsker Dü and Mecht Mensch. And nowadays there are only few things what are better than reading after midnight and listening to my husker dü lps on my headphones in my bed, tired and lonely but still in a volume that is replacing some kind of stimulant. Beautiful collages of broken hearts, broken amps and amphetamine. Knowing that I deserve more and waiting for someone to enter my world. There are so many things out there and maybe I will discover a few with my headphones on, wondering around all alone. Sonic blown out perfectness like if beach boys were a cult’s house band for angry people with big hearts. Sunset music for those who don’t believe in the sun.
You don’t really sense it, cause I don’t write like a fat person but I have a big belly and a swollen face and I move slow and I like eating. And what is weird about eating is I guess most of us taste food in a different way. Not every food, but our tongues are different that’s why making out is fun or just interesting. But I think we hear things different as well so It’s not a big surprise that we interact with our ears in a romantic way as well.
And for me music is sometimes so close to food. It is made by people for people, like ethnic food, which is best when prepared by natives. Like punk, who doesn’t feel it can’t make it just reproduce it. It’s totally up to your taste and most of the times the more you chew the more you can discover. I had such relevant revelations when I was listening to the second blitz lp eating some sandwiches and there was one song where the guitars were just so aggressively beautiful and so distant from everything else while they fit perfectly to the whole song.
Forgot which song was it and maybe I will never find again that feeling but I guess that’s the point in finding a feeling in specific times of the nights and remember it for a long time when it was only me and a sound from decades ago. That moment made me realize there is always more layers in music. I mean, I already knew that but that’s good as well in punk as in being a fan that you feel like you are a baby. Sometimes bands sound like I hear them for the first time, or I just hear music for the first time. The music that finally fits me.
And what I like the most is my head being a mixtape and bands’ complete albums are the tracks on it. During the beginning of summer I love to listen to super wild horses, brilliant colors, Grass Widow and the new Broken Water lp. With all those dreamy guitars and voices from a secret cooler world. I always wondered about listening to these bands while riding my bike but I live on a hill and I’m fat (as I already told you) so I rather spare myself from the torturous biking part. These bands are like cruising with skateboards in a gang or just with another person you will might kiss if you fall together.
I remember when Grass Widow played here I was telling the bassist and their roadie that I’m incapable of listening to the Nerves cause those songs are so viciously true they make me cry and be angry on people who don’t love me. Gosh I want to listen to Nerves again but as I said, I can’t. The new Grass Widow record is so beautiful. I can imagine that when all the people who go to operas in fancy clothes will die out and those theatre buildings will be deserted we will go to there and occupy them and listen to such beautiful music as internal logic with grey hairs and bended backs wearing band t-shirts, balancing by canes. Not to say this is music for the older and pretentiously sophisticated pack but it’s an another levels of perfect harmonies. Yes, it still is underground music, played by people with tattoos and sunglasses for people who wear junk food-stained shorts even at opera houses.
Brilliant Colors is just so cool. Since I’m back at home and waiting for the sun to warm up the nearest lake I listen to brilliant colors and imagine myself back on the beach of the Pacific Ocean walking barefoot among rotting crabs in excruciatingly cold salty water, wearing my trench coat and mumbling Morrissey songs in my head. They make me spend my weekends with things that are of meaning . Like making flyers for upcoming shows, or just try to be collaborative with amazing people. So raw, thus viscerally cool and fresh like they play these songs for the first time and they work instantly. As good as novels which feel to be written in one night. There is some kind of melancholia in Brilliant Colors which always makes them sound they just don’t give that much fuck about feeling crap. They have instruments, the ocean and themselves to have fun. I wish I had seen them.
All these bands are as beautiful as the weeping guitar sounds of Born Against’s Shroud and Universal Order of Armageddon’s Mud. Two bands’ two brilliant songs I’m constantly jamming these days while exploring my inner thoughts while wondering through this dirty city where I live. One of such inner thoughts I dug up is we just have to listen to guitars a bit more. Or to all the instruments. To find something perfect. Sounds what are telling us something.
Few weeks ago i went to a no-idea-what-genre show but it was supposed to be connected to punk in an alright-why-not-to way. and they really could play their guitars but that was the only thing that they were telling me. Their talent and technical skills. I felt worse than I did during the two years of government of our dictatorial ruling party. It was this terrible and nonsense pointless musician jerking off.
For me, music is about putting yourself rather than your skills into your chords. This way it matters who you are not what are you capable of. Guess what, everybody is capable of anything.
Like with this new Broken Water lp it’s obviously a weeded out Sonic Youth fandom. But there's also something much more as well. They sound more like people who grow up smoking pot and listening to early Sonic Youth than a band who wants to make it with slacking. These people are like us and we don’t want to make it. We just need music to represent the goodness in moments.
Broken water is what I feel when I stroll around on empty beaches after mowing the lawn at my parent’s weekend house, drinking warmed up beer and watching the wind surfers eating shit. I feel that my job sucks, I don’t really make any money but right now I’m supposed to be happy and relaxed because I'm here on the beach. But the beach is empty because everybody is at work and that makes me feel that my life sucks even more. They are adults and I’m just a dude balancing on a fucked up curb like a free kid. I know I shouldn’t be like that but what will happen if I stay to be that for a little bit more? This is how broken water sounds to me. It feels like there is something they are holding back, pace changings and heaviness. Like having fun while you should be serious. Staying in your bed and let your smile solve all your problems.
Back to the beginning Mecht Mensch is perfect. They are not just a band who you know that have influenced others but their music would stand out even nowadays. Without the context of time just in context of forever punk. They are just a band that is good because they are good. And I never really listen to bands because they are cool but not good. However, I play sudor sometimes with the image in my head of a show I’ve been once at and it was an amazing punk night and one of the guitar players was wearing a sudor shirt and it was just an irresistibly good look. Memories and fashion.
Anyways, mecht mensch is just a crazy good crazy hardcore band. With smart kids fucking being aware of their shit. Amazing. For some subconscious reasons I bumped into their acceptance ep. I already heard their split with Tar Babies but that time I didn’t pay that much attention as it would have deserved. But here it is again to save my hours spent in contempt. No rest, no relief, still it’s so much better than reality. It’s just another proof of how common anger relaxes us and makes us feel better about ourselves. The more they hate the more we love. Wire walking balance of guitars that could fall anytime but these guys know better than anyone that they won’t. Seems that they even risk some crazy voyages into sonic craziness but there is always that organized, well targeted hatred which keeps them in the safety of being righteously fucked up. So good. The whole music is a huge blast with the hectic drums and massive teen angst.
I have to listen to commercial radio at my workplace. I guess it's weird that most of the songs the radio is playing are supposed to be songs for having fun but almost all of them have a huge depressive, melancholic hint which makes me suppose that these hits will push people into the blue unconsciously. I know that ordinary people are happy to hear such tunes but it would make me depressed if that would be my only option. I bet it works vice versa but I like to cherish the idea that even bands like Mecht Mensch or Outpanties could be big hits for us, who make us party or feel more alive and connected.
Also, regular people think that they are alright so why do they want anything more from a songs than to break the silence? By demanding more from these songs they would admit that nothing is alright and even these sad songs make them feel a bit better. We know that everything is shit but their “everything” is nothing for us.
As always, it will become a bit better because we are making it better. We are embracing the beauty in tragedies and nonsense and creating something out of them that is just the best thing. To cut ourselves out from the shit. So make your noise in any forms girls and boys.
ps.: i wanna finish my long overdue fanzine which will be in english and also there will be an artsy-fartsy zine in english as well for which i provided sentences and one of my best friends did sick drawings. but if you are interested in my previous zine just hit me up and we will figure it out. Also, send me cool shit, because I’m as poor as I have to share a room with a 18 year old kid.
