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Guest Playlist #06: Matt Bower of Wizards Tell Lies

By Steve Dewhurst

“When I started buying films on VHS, I would record the sound onto tape so I could take the film with me on journeys.”

Pete Swanson
Enough Dark Intensity: An Interview with Jimmy Lacy of SiP

By Jason Cabaniss

"I like the idea of “cocktail music.” Something intentionally light and pleasant. I’m always trying to write music that communicates some type of positive mood and when I’m playing, trying to focus my energy there"

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Clean is Dirty: An Interview with Flowertown

By Lindsay Oxford

The birth of San Francisco’s Flowertown makes for a good story: longtime Bay Area scene compatriots Karina Gill (Cindy) and Mike Ramos (Tony Jay) compose a song together for an upcoming show in later winter 2020, and the day before they’re slated to play it, the world stopped.

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Needles and Pins: Derek Piotr's Journey to the Heart of Britain's Folklands

By Steve Dewhurst

“Yorkshire is not so dissimilar to my home in the Northeast of America,” Derek Piotr tells me from York, the latest stop on his great British journey. “Connecticut is part of New England, so that makes sense.”

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Various Artists, “Greatest Shits”

Have you been flogging yourself to ribbons day and night for your failure to snatch a copy of Crown of SoresDeath Maggot?  How many fucking times have you gouged “gaaargh” into your own forearms with a blunt eyeliner pencil just because you missed Krummholz‘s Raging Corpse tape? Well put that shit down because guess what: Death Treat‘s listening and it’s trying to save your ass. Sure, you might still have to find classic tracks like Pain Piss‘s “Cigarette Inferno” and Staint‘s “St. Stephen Raped Me” on some godforsaken torrent somewhere (yeah, good luck), but save yourself some sanity awhile and grab this Greatest Shits compo first to get you through those long sexless nights.

Lowlights dredged from the Death Treat catacombs, these seven hoary old representatives of the label’s signature scummy sound come on plain black tape in a zip lock baggie like a cancered chunk o’ lung headed straight for the charnel house: no frills, no unnecessary distractions from the filth within save for a xeroxed zine to taunt you with the sickening shit you had the misfortune to miss because you were too busy fuckin’, I dunno, fisting a cat or something. If you want contempt, you got it: Death Treat has never been in this game to make friends. So as you cry at the sight of Yupuque‘s feted thrashcore opus Die and Get a Monument (the one with “Foetal Custody” on), you can force Xenoxoth into your skull at least – they’re well represented here by their controversial “FUCK BURZUM.” And remember that Venereal Equinox tape Raise From The Dead To Kill You Again you asked your mum for at Christmas but she was too scared to get because she thought the devil would “come through the internet”? It’s your lucky 5 minutes and 23 seconds, yo, because “Suppertime for Satan” is on here and it snarls just as hard as you thought it might.

You’ll leave this tape wanting more: more spit, more anger, more blood and guts. It’s over too quick on purpose, because the fuckers behind it know how desperate you were to get your grotty claws on it. What’s here is a stabbed torso of a retrospective, where each rotten wound oozes grim black metal.  Witness Otum Rectepulent, the Oregon 7(ish)-piece, who sound like they’re strangling one another with their own giblets (maybe they are), as they vomit for air in a shrieking heap of guitar noise; hyperventilate as Krummholz hurl you through their “Fast Nirvana Cover,” which I have reason to believe is a summation in 90 horrid seconds of the precise sound Cobain’s brains made as they hit the greenhouse wall.

Carniwhore, politically astute as ever, contribute by far the longest track here with “The Corporations Have Honed Your Mouth Anus,” a dying pig of a 10-minuter that purposely outstays its welcome by about 9 minutes and may cause you to self-scalp if you make it past 5. At the other end of the intelligibility scale, as always, fall Venereal Equinox, whose modus operandi brings spoken word into a kind of ant-flavoured riff soup. “Suppertime for Satan” quotes Faces of Death to chilling effect; it’s no “Gash Gash Cum,” sure, but it’s a big-hitter from one of the most sought after tapes in the deep Death Treat anals annals so be happy with that.

Elsewhere, Celtic thrash bass-tards Black Fungus bring the crunchy, jerking “Cyr Ded (Anal Crust)” to the worst party in the world, and the mighty Crown of Sores power through an especially fast-sounding “Death Maggot” (experts: does this sound like the original recording to you?).  If you make it through this rancid compilation, good on yer; hopefully your reward will be a Greatest Shits II. If Death Treat’s reading, I need to get some of that sweet Blast Gasp back in my life after I accidentally sat down on Die-Oderant last week and it literally went all up inside me.

Marks for this: 666 out of ?