Archive for November, 2011

Awesome Album Covers

November 30th, 2011 | Features | 0 Comments

Worst. Black. Metal. Album. Ever.


November 30th, 2011 | Mp3 Posts | 0 Comments

They may be from Halifax, they may not be. They may just one dude even. I really don’t know. But what I do know is that ISBN make raucaus, popaus, indie-rock. And if that’s good enough for Vishnu, it’s good enough for me.

ISBN – We Agreed

Spirit Night

November 29th, 2011 | Mp3 Posts | 1 Comment

Pittsburgh dreamy indie-poppers Spirit Night got spunk. I like it. (Chews cigar). They released a split digital 7″ with some dude named David F. Bello, see. Was released by some cats (or label) callin’ ’emselves Garbage Days. It’s on the bandcamp. Shmeh.

Spirit Night – 25

Have You Heard The New…Fucked Up?

November 29th, 2011 | Features | 0 Comments

My beloved Fucked Up are going to be releasing this new “I Hate Summer” split 7″ on Bruise Cruise Records, and it’ll be given away to those attending the Bruise Cruise Festival that’s going down in February aboard a large boat.

The song itself is pretty lightweight – short, fast, got some hooks in there, lo-fi production. Clearly they didn’t go in with the kind of budget or ambition they did for David Comes Alive, but I don’t think anyone could really blame them – that album was pretty epic. Anyways, it’s enjoyable, so enjoy it. They also made a cute little Christmas video promo for the Bruise Cruise thing that they’re headlining (see above).

Oh, and what’s on the other side of the split? A song by Detroit garage-rockers The Dirtbombs. Who are pretty awesome and will also be playing Bruise Cruise. (via Exclaim)

Quaker Parents

November 28th, 2011 | Mp3 Posts | 0 Comments

I met the Grundy brothers when I lived in Halifax. They were both very, very nice boys and they played in a great band called Gamma Gamma Rays. Since then it looks like they’ve gotten considerably more interesting and garage-y in their tastes with Quaker Parents. I approve. (via Weird Canada)

Quaker Parents – You Can’t Beat The Dream