*Based God's spelling.
ONE-TAKE #BASED MIX OF RAP (AND SOME ELECTRONIC) SONGZ ABT HALLOWEEN, KILLING PPL, EATING PPL, AND OTHER SCARY THINGS FOR YR ALL HALLOW’Z EVE.
1. LIL B - HAPPY HOLLOWEEN
2. ETHELWULF X CHRIS TRAVI$ - BLVCK MI$T
3. SPACEGHOSTPURRP - GET YAH HEAD BUST
4. HOT SUGAR - THERE’S A MAN WAITING AT THE BOTTOM OF THE STAIRS
5. DR. OCTAGON - BLUE FLOWERS
6. OUTKAST - Y’ALL SCARED
7. DR. DRE X ICE CUBE - NATURAL BORN KILLAZ
8. THREE 6 MAFIA - BODY PARTS
9. BROTHA LYNCH HUNG - CORPSE CAME TO DINNER
10. KEY NYATA - SECRET PASSAGE
11. ZOMBY - WITCH HUNT
12. DENZEL CURRY X AMBER LONDON X ETHELWULF - RIDIN N DA BACK
13. NACHO PICASSO X BLUE SKY BLACK DEATH - PHANTOM OF THE OPERA
14. LIL B - BREATH SLOW
15. TYLER, THE CREATOR - TRANSYLVANIA
16. THREE 6 MAFIA - WHERE DA KILLAZ HANG
17. FATIMA AL QADIRI - HIP HOP SPA
18. NACHO PICASSO X BLUE SKY BLACK DEATH - FOR THE GLORY
19. MAIN ATTRAKIONZ X GUCCI MANE - SUPERSTITIOUS
20. LIL B - CAPTAIN SAVEA
21. CHIEF KEEF - EVERYDAY’S HALLOWEEN
After the jump is the new video from Non-Phixion's Ill Bill for the El-P featuring "Severed Heads Of State", the lead single to his upcoming The Grimy Awards. Pretty sure this song contains zero references to Severed Head Of State, which Wikipedia calls a crust punk band, which I'm sure—given the way that punk fans argue over classifications—is contestable. It also tells me that some years ago, SHOS singer Jack Control got stabbed in the midsection, "with the blow just missing the heart by inches." Now that right there is fucking scary.
San Diego: We smoked DMT and smeared blood onto ourselves. A big Mexican guy kept screaming at Steve the whole set and calling him a faggot. It got heated and slightly physical. Steve gave him the mic and started throwing saliva at him. He swung the mic at Steve. I grabbed him around his head and security threw him out. He bitched and moaned at us the whole time we loaded out. When he asked Omar Rodriguez Lopez for a signature, Omar signed his name then scribbled it out while saying very evil things in Spanish.
Did the DMT make u feel like you were on a tropical beach?
Yes. Nick entered into a geometric world of shapes. 3D hexagons and tetrahedron spheres.
Describe the beach. Was Steve nude?
There was no beach. Steve didn't do it. He watched.
Check out all of the Halloween Listings, HERE! Clickety-click! These are the two things on my mind. What are you doing tonight?


A tiny bit of context to remind ourselves of the scale of independent music: this tremendous ten-year achievement represents approximately 100,000 fewer albums than Taylor Swift sold just this week. But rather than kicking themselves for not having thought about bundling CDs with Papa John's pizzas, I hope that everyone at Sub Pop is celebrating with a bit more than Halloween candy tonight.
Want to watch a clip of a deleted scene from the rock-solid documentary on Seattle legends Mudhoney, I'm Now? Sure you do. It focuses on Mudhoney appearances in film (Black Sheep with Chris Farley—classic) and television (a pilot for a never-aired sitcom starring Rosanna Arquette, who plays a mother who can't figure out which bassist from this one band is the father of her child; don't understand why this failed).
You can rent I'm Now here.
Seduction is an annual party in Fremont sponsored by the Seattle Erotic Arts Festival. In addition to all the costumed folks, there was an erotic art showcase, and interactive experiences like ultraviolet body painting, and decorative bondage. I saw a lot of people making out. Also, like any good Halloween party should, there was a costume contest, where Seduction gave away over $3,000 worth of prizes. How d'ya like them apples? Happy "Sexy" Halloween!


More photos after the jump! May be NSFW...
There are only FIVE tracks on the album Lurch, it's barely more than an EP, but there is a fuckton of godamn heavy; the overall creepy vibe is dense with violence as sane collapses into unsane. Amazing Steelpole Bathtub were only a three piece.
"Christina" is probably the most deranged track on the record. The noise bit at the end, I could never CAN'T get loud enough to this day, it's the sound of a reoccurring nightmare. Lurch eventually ends with a the band's blazing version of "Paranoid"...which, considering the creepy atmosphere rest of the record, feels like the first glint of morning sunlight after a long night in a horror movie.
"Here's why you need to care about our next guests," says Ellen DeGeneres. "No other artists in hiphop history have ever taken a stand defending marriage equality they way they have. Here to perform their anthem 'Same Love,' please welcome my new heroes Macklemore and Ryan Lewis."
"Same Love"'s lyrics have never sounded sharper than they do coming out of a mainstream daytime TV show. Also, Mary Lambert rules.

A trio lead by the Japanese jazz pianist Tsuyoshi Yamamoto captures the mood of this time of the year in this part of the world, "Autumn in Seattle".

Happy Halloween! So far, Decades Cover Night last Saturday at the Black Lodge has been my favorite Halloween party. There were 13 bands scheduled, so it was packed early with M Women, Boat Party, Stickers, King Dude, Dude York, and a bunch of one-off bands that formed for the night to do a sweet cover or two. The changeover process was as seamless as possible, considering every band was only playing one or two songs, and it was much more organized than I would have thought possible—ringmaster Pelly (from Haunted Horses) managing to successfully herd dozens of progressively drunker musicians into setting up and playing their slot on time.
Highlights: Sonic Youth's "100%" by M Women," (more bands should cover songs off Dirty) and Pony Time's cover of Bikini Kill's "New Radio" (Luke Beetham's dazzling performance combined the vocal stylings of Kathleen Hanna and the hessian dance moves of Angus Young from AC/DC.)
Here are some of the hot pics from the night taken by Parade Images' ultimate party photographer Keith Johnson:


(Showbox at the Market) Ah, the '90s. What a wonderful time for alternative rock radio—a time when both guitar-driven fuzz metal and quirky yet catchy pop-centric outfits existed within the same realm and the same playlist. Aside from the fact that they both hit rock-radio gold a couple decades ago with their respective breakthrough albums, Meantime (Helmet) and Rubberneck (Toadies), these two bands don't have much in common. But isn't that kind of the beauty of a nostalgic trip down your '90s memory lane? Since this show's going down on Halloween, I suggest breaking out your baggy jeans, ball-chain necklaces, flannel, and wacky-colored hair dye.
(Lo-Fi) Chicagoans (is that seriously what you call a Chicago person? I think I hate that word. How about Chicaggalos?) White Mystery are a minimal-by-default brother/sister/ginger duo who kick out buzzing, gritty rock pop jams. Miss Alex White is an excellent guitarist for a redhead (KIDDING, of course—she is an excellent guitarist for a girl), and her younger brother Francis plays the kind of whomping, garage-style drums that ensure you wake up with a dance-induced hangover. I've saved the best info for last—this show will be sponsored by Airheads candy, and hundreds of white, mystery-flavored Airheads will be in attendance!
(Barboza) The release of Erik Blood's Touch Screens, an album that celebrates pornography, revived my interest in Sex Tape, a pop-oriented 2010 album by Dyme Def (Brainstorm, S.E.V., Fearce Villan)—it features beats produced by one of the founders of Seattle's hiphop sound, Bean One. Sex Tape, however, is not so much about pornography as it is about the encounters, the moments, the words, the looks, the moods that lead to fucking. What Dyme Def inaugurated with this record, and what Erik Blood's recent album continues, is a new erotics for Seattle. Finally, we are devoting whole songs and raps to the sex of our city.
MUSIC
For this show, youre going to want to papier-mâché yourself into a glorious costume and spray-paint that costume yellow or silver or navy blue...
Lungfish frontman Daniel Higgs has had a strange and rewarding solo career since his excellent drone-rock group went on hiatus in 2005. Right now, after careful consideration, I have to say my favorite album by Higgs is Metempsychotic Melodies (Holy Mountain Records). The highlight of that 2007 record is “Leontocephaline Rhapsody,” an eight-minute magnum opus marked by staunchly strummed acoustic guitar hypnosis and what could be a wildly modulating electric guitar (or is it a harmonium? shruti box? bagpipes?) that whirls, soars, and ululates in articulate sweet and sour tones. I could listen to this for eight hours.
Higgs plays Cairo Fri. Nov. 9 with Arrington de Dionyso and Calvin Johnson. Here's my Stranger Suggests blurb on him.
(Hollow Earth Radio) I've seen Nice&AO (young Seattle producers Nicenate and DJAO) play live twice at the Lo-Fi's Stop Biting weekly and both times heads couldn't stop nodding, corners of mouths couldn't stop moving upward, and my mind couldn't stop thinking, "This sound has to be one component of the future of hiphop." There's cloud rap aplenty these days, and then there's cloud nine rap (but without the MC); Nice&AO's weirdly atmospheric, unobviously funky productions occupy that more exalted cloud. Their music's a rarefied combo of sly physicality and emotion-laden ethereality. Either together or on their own or both, these guys are poised to make major moves.

Here's some spooky, slow-drag rap from the former 1/3rd of SOTA, now on his second solo album, the just-released Trapital Trill (whose name alone qualifies this post for a "Two Block Radius" tag). Thad is havin' visions in the water closet, or just tripping balls while his date plays dolphin. Nacho who's opening line "Dark" plays perhaps the most cocky and self-assured suicide victim—though it is homegirl who kicks the chair out from underneath his Sub Pop edition SB Dunks, so maybe it's a murder, or at least a collaboration. Lastly, Av is like Sam The Butcher, bringin' Alice the meat—making an unholy mess out of some poor animal's former ribs. BBQ, anyone?