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SMP The Treatment
“Your religion is a prison, keeps you dosed and keeps you driven” -Jason David Bazinet I told Jason that you c Pain is caused by a return to pattern. As he says, in a vision of humanities future, “Now the only thing to remember, our race is a tombstone planet in the milky way”. Between then and now is an eleven track CD from his own label, Music Ration. The first cut, “F*** You” is a pleasurable release of consigned hatred, but as long as you keep your gun aimed at a paper target in your local shooting range, no one will be hurt. Keep going on track two for inspiration in your love life. You wouldn’t think it, but Bazinet is a proponent of this virtue, just listen deeply for more. Industrial rap laced with punk such as he’s pioneered is a pleasure to the cerebral cortex. Vibrations of anonymity and utter prescience will guide you through the pathways of Seattle’s rain washed pavements in the cold months and beyond while listening to this on your iPod. If any of the current proponents of this sub-genre rise again, Sounds of Mass Production will be leading at their core. Just let yourself go and the whole will speak for itself. Los Femurs Modern Mexico The Femurs Their new work features six tracks, with a covert set of the same number, called “bonus songs”. These two seem to have bound the many disparate neighborhood arrays across our urban wilderness into a catchy pop-punk sound. The title indicates our influx of border crossers from the south and reunites them with us as lost family. While the album artwork is Spartan, it serves the purpose of indicating the basic premises of the musical brotherhood this duo has forged. Good drinking tunes for all, this is not bad Americana. They have shows all the time so get to one with a hot mama and rock out! |
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ould start a new nation on this stuff. He’s the front man of the outfit, a genius clad in everyday street wear, unknown to the world at large but equal to any world leader in terms of political codification and underground feedback through the medium of processed sound. Music. This stuff is laced with state secrets that would make the most hardened ardent of a new reality dance. Just a couple weeks back he infiltrated the masses with his clandestine ways at a show downtown. There are more coming too. Check out www.myspace.com/smphq for the latest.
are a binary composite, derived from the adjudicative stylings of Rob and Colin. Switching between instruments, one on drums and the other on guitar, is their gimmick at live shows. This rock is good for the soul. It’s poppy and ambient with a flavorful catch. This third release of theirs divides the hell spawn from the newbies in our wee Seattle hood. I’ve been listening to 107.7 The End for a good sixteen years now since its inception in 1991. I have been saved from morbid insanity more than once by their djs. A while ago, Rob took the reins of a show called Gabba Gabba Hey. It runs every Saturday from midnight to two and binds the world punk scene into a solid composite.