Thursday, January 13, 2011

Powerviolence

Ignoring the stupid name, powerviolence was one of the most vicious and aggressive musical movements ever on this side of the world. It was basically hardcore sped up to the point of retardation with heavily barked vocals, and it's calling card: absurd stop-on-a-dime tempo shifts with heavy sludgy guitars. Not to mention, it was a fucking short little movement. From the time that the word "powerviolence" started popping up on posters to the time most of the west-coast originators started calling it quits is a time frame of maybe three years. Nevertheless, in the digital age many kids, including myself, have begun rediscovering these bands and downloading the old vinyl.

Despite its distinct name, powerviolence bands often get thrown into the same trifecta of fast hardcore that grindcore and thrashcore both occupy and rightly so at times. The line between the three can be extraordinarily thin and bands like Despise You and Spazz didn't help things by pretty much crossing into all three territories during a single 7" spin. But who gives a fuck right? If it makes me wanna headbang, mosh, and just generally go crazy who cares what others call it. It's really just the OCD bookkeeper in me that demands that bands fit into neat little slots and folders on my computer.

So what's the point of this post? Well besides giving myself a nice writing exercise, I decided to make a top 5 list of my favorite PV records and must listens, because people should know about this shit. It was pretty much pure hate and angst put in audio form and it's fun as hell to listen to.

5. Charles Bronson - Youth Attack!


Let's kick things off with one of my all time favorites. Not a whole lot of politics or anger here, just straight up fun, and hilarious sample intros. Not much in the way of sludge or odd timing breakdowns here either, but what they lack in technicality they more than make up for in sheer fun. Sure the emoviolence kids would take their discography CD up to the northeast and lead to a whole lot of wimpy shit in the late nineties, but one could hardly pin that on CB. Youth Attack! is the obvious standout record as Bronson started off as a fairly bland straight up hardcore band and later morphed into one of the best powerviolence bands ever with this one single hilarious release.

4. Despise You - Westside Horizons


On the complete opposite end of the PV spectrum would be the so-unbearably-depressive-that-listening-to-their-albums-pretty-much-counts-as-a-suicide-attempt, Despise You and their compilation album Westside Horizons. Being the poser blasphemer that I am, I got into Despise You way too fucking late. I first started listening to PV last year and took up Despise just a few months ago, but that alone should let you know that these guys (and gal) were damned good at what they did to turn me around in such a short time. Through putting pure hate onto bloodstained vinyl, these guys perfected the sludgy breakdown and did a number of other songs that bounced back and forth between sludge and grindcore, two genres that are so impossibly different from each other it boggles the mind to think that Despise actually mixed the two. That alone makes Despised You one of the most interesting hardcore bands to listen to, period.

3. Lack of Interest - Take Another Step


Okay, so let's drop the technicality and the gimmicks. Let's do some straight up powerviolence that doesn't go all over the place. Either of Lack of Interest's albums (the other being Trapped Inside) fit the bill quite nicely, and the kicker? They're still doing shows, so if you happen to live in Cali check these guys out. But to the actual review, not a whole lot to report here. Like I said, it's straightforward powerviolence, but there are some stand out tracks like Glutton, Another Step, and Two Parts Put Together that really get my blood pumping.

2. Infest - No Man's Salve


And now to the granddaddy's of powerviolence. Being one of the originators of powerviolence in general, Infest have an extremely solid catalog, but the honeyhole of tracks would have to be No Man's Slave. Cold Inside, Sick Machine, and Punchline are three of my all time favorite tracks in all of hardcore and the rest of setlist is solid as a fucking rock too. To be fair, it's almost all fast-as-fuck hardcore with little sludge or metal influence to be found. It's like these guys just wanted to drop the fancy tricks from California hardcore, crank up the fuzz, and see how fast they could play, which is pretty much what hardcore bands were doing before they called it hardcore back in '79. But Infest made their name in 1990 by helping to remake hardcore which, for all intents and purposes, was dead at the time. You can't go wrong with some real innovators and Infest were just that.

1. No Comment - 87-93


I was just going to put No Comment's Downsided here for the top slot, but it's way too short to put in the top slot on good conscience. The whole thing (not counting the two minute long final song Curtains) clocks in at four and a half minutes. That's ten songs in under five minutes. That should pretty much tell you that these guys are going for broke and damn did it pay off. Hacked Into Chunks, Lament, and Soiled by Hate are some of the finest songs the genre has to offer, but the compilation has tons of other great songs. Farmer Hitler John and Modern Moses take a step down the artsy path but still retain their powerviolence sound and aggression. Many of the songs on the compilation execute the tale tale signs of PV flawlessly and Andrew Beattie's vocals bark out the lyrics with as much precision as the music will allow. Not to mention, the live tracks also included in the album which are of pretty decent quality. No Comment will, no doubt, keep popping up in your most played section if you are a true fan of powerviolence.

American Hardcore


Documentaries are some of my favorite films to watch. I don't know why exactly, probably because the public school system has pounded it into my head for so long that I should view myself as a "career student" that my only real passion in life is to learn and be taught. Which has it's uses, none of which have any real merit or draw from free thought, but let's put aside my quasi social meta-commentary and talk about what I promised to talk about.

American Hardcore is a documentary on. . . you guessed it: American Hardcore punk. The doc dives straight into how it started, where, why, by whom, and let's the real people behind it all do the talking. Not a narrator in sight and I like it that way. I view narrators in films the same way I view lyrics in songs. When they're good, they're good, but when they're bad, oh my God they're bad. They can hurt you a whole lot more than they can help you. A prime example of this would be the documentary on the real Avon Barksdale from the HBO series The Wire. The narrator is so loud and obnoxious you just keep wishing Mr. Barksdale would become aware of his presence and cap his ass Baltimore style.

Ian MacKaye, Henry Rollins, and a whole slew of other artists from some of the biggest and most influential hardcore bands of the day tell how they got started, what kept them going, what the music meant to them, and why it all came to a crashing halt. So, great interviews, great line-up, hilarious dialogue, and extremely informative. So what's not to like? Well, the execution of these flawless parts seems a bit schizophrenic at times, jumping back and forth between a variety of subjects in a short amount of time near the latter half of the film, but it hardly bothered me. Overall the documentary is great and full of memorable moments that will have you talking about it for a long time after its viewing.

Monday, January 10, 2011

The Long Hiatus

Since journalism is one of the few things in this world that doesn't bore me to tears or make me want to take up drinking, I have been persuaded by outside forces that blogging (I still hate that word, just the way it sounds) is one of the few things I can do to get my feet wet and make this journalism thing work. Expect weekly posts on a broad range of topics that interest me, not just music anymore. I have the documentary American Hardcore firmly in my sights for my next exposition. It'll be wrapped up before the week's out if the seven fucking inches of snow and ice don't kill the power. Oddly, I get my itches to write about shit in the winter when the weather is God-awful.