Saturday, December 25, 2010


Still Tippin' changed everything. If it wasn't on the radio the video was on MTV2. If it wasn't on MTV2 your friend was going to pull it up on video on demand and you were inevitably going to make a joke about what Paul Wall's cum face must look like while he made t-rex hands and flossed a grill so mesmerizing it had to be the product of a Vietnamese man with exceedingly small hands. Wiggers who looked like Macaulay Culkin started wearing black Swishahouse tees at school. Dudes who learned everything they needed to know about Houston hip hop from Rick Rubin trivia were talking about UGK in front of record stores the way they used to talk about XTRMNTR. For a brief second everyone gave a fuck about Houston.

The ten year anniversary of DJ Screw's death felt a bit like deja-vu. No matter how much press the man got, it seemed like his imitators were the ones really under examination (if his contributions weren't getting marginalized outright). Screw doesn't need validation from bedroom electronic acts or from the journalists that fawn over them. Motherfucker had dudes lined up around the block waiting for his shit. If I can't download something for free in like ten minutes I probably won't even fucking listen to it. Just like R.I.P histrionics couldn't elevate the innovator to anything above cult status in 2005, memoriam couldn't motivate any real examination of what made Robert Davis's music so compelling and vital. At this rate he's just going to be a foot note in the rock press for influencing "white bisexual heroin addicted art students from the midwest, Sweedish chicks in bird masks and half Jewish Canadian ex-child actors."

Chopped and Screwed music courts dissenters easily. If you don't get it you can sum it up in a sentence. Those with the taste for the stuff will always be daunted. Screw was insanely prolific, staying up days at a time to make music. His acolytes are even more numerous, and while they've elaborated on his technique by manipulating new forms or through adopting new technology, none of them are Screw. Any guide to this stuff is cursory, and if you latch on to one for too long your just going to drown or die of hypothermia trying to catch a glimpse of the bottom of the iceberg that's duder's discography. This one is great though. What's here aspires to mediocrity. Your best bet, really, is just to listen to a tape that you think sounds cool.

I started with All Screwed Up.It's one of the few records that drastically changed what I listened to, valued, and thought about music. The biggest problem with it is that it's not really representative of the Screw sound. The lo fidelity of your average grey tape gives it a sort of warmth All Screwed Up decidedly lacks as an above ground release. All that hiss and crackle is a reminder that grey tapes were tapes. They were best medium at the time for independent distribution and for banging in your ride and then pocketing when the party went elsewhere. All Screwed Up is distinct by design though, it's not just colder because it's less esoteric. This mix tape just isn't celebratory. It's not fun. It's filled with stories of drug deals gone bad, time in the pen, and of glimpses in a rear view mirror that last an eternity. It's paranoid nihilistic thug psychadelica.

Chopped and screwed music is pretty inseparable from it's associations with getting fucked up at this point. Yeah, it's great for partying, but it has a lot of other virtues. All Screwed Up is really remarkable for it's focus on story telling, and illustrates how slowing a track can really serve narrative. All of Robert Davis's manipulation forces a close attention to every-single-fucking-syllable on this record There's great stuff here, and Screw's been kind enough to make it to where you can hear it better. Try not to slur the words when you're lip synching this shit the second go through.

Also, buy it. It's worth it. The next 9 selections are on me.

Thursday, December 23, 2010


Why did no one ever talk about these guys? Why does no one still talk about these guys? Their first E.P. is fuckin' phenomenal. They released a full length in 2006 (it was self titled if anyone's keeping score) that was alright. Its hard to describe these guys, they're a buddyhead band? If that means anything to you. It probably doesn't so go check out 400 Blows, the Icarus Line's first two records, and Ink and Dagger. Which is a really good way to describe them, they're kinda like 400 Blows, the Icarus Line during MONO, and Ink And Dagger. Sorta. Whatever, these are good. Take it from me, I'm your cool friend you try to be: I know better than you.

Wires On Fire - Homewrecker E.P.

Wires On Fire - S/T

One of these days I'll post some 400 Blows 'cause chances are you haven't heard them.

Tuesday, December 7, 2010

With Scissors

With Scissors are badass. Proof. Like Dillenger 'cept they prob smoked more pot 'cause they couldn't handle songs longer than a 1:28.



Cannibal Stewardess Vixens Unchained
200 Slugs Magazine

Armed Riot

Back in the early 2000's there was this punk band from North Texas that fucking ruled. They broke up in 2003 with constant whispers of reuniting until the singer overdosed on heroin at 19 in 2006 and his older brother, the bassist, moved to Tennessee to get rid of his heroin addiction. Easily one of the best totally unheard-of-unless-you-where-there bands of the last decade. They do a FUCKING AWESOME cover of Last Years Youth by Menace, dudes knew their shit. You can still download all of their recorded songs off their website at, or you can just get it here in a neat zip file!


Monday, December 6, 2010

Center Street House

Center Street House were a feedback and drum duo from central Texas. "Were," is the operative word here, as they dissolved in a wake of broken bass guitars, crying girlfriends, bounced rent checks, and one member's disappearance to either San Antonio or East Texas with all of their recorded material. Except this of course, a sprawling 12 minute jam that sounds like This Heat locked in a grow house instead of a meat locker.

I Held a Cannibal- Center Street House:

The Eighties Matchbox B-line Disaster Rares/B-Sides AND IN THE GARDEN

Exactly what the title says


Rares/B-Sides trax:

Return December
Torrential Abuse
Briefcases For Girls
Ho Ha
Turkish Delights Of The Devil
Horse Of The Dog
Palomino's Dream
Sacred Metal
Morning Has Broken (live)
Flag Party
Twentieth Century Boy (live)
Ice Cream
Royal Society
Mr. Fearful (Mr. Mental Demo)
We Don't Rock
I Could Be An Angle (Demo)
Party Pooper
Rise Of The Eagles (Hands Of Destruction Remix)


In The Garden EP