I completely slept on rapper Antwon last year, but thanks to the announcement from Greedhead kingpin Himanshu on "the twitter" that the San Jose native would be releasing an album on his label, I've been listening ever since.
His latest release, End Of Earth, is a pleasant cross pollination of the by-now-practically-patented Seattle drug n' thug style and a mellow-hyphy Bay Area tone. Rapping over production by the likes of the rising Steel Tipped Dove and the recently retired Big Baby Gandhi (sad face) dude paints a typical tough guy persona over horror movie score on one track, then drops a some red cup party rhymes over new jack era beats the next:
Old guard hiphop sentinels have developed the annoying habit of labeling these cats '"Tumblr rap", but I call it enjoyable, and Antwon calls it free over on his bandcamp, so have a listen.
Dooooodes! Seahawks ARE going to the Superbowl! Well, at least math-head, super-statistics-brainiac Nate Silver says they are. So where are you gonna watch the next big game this upcoming Sunday? Inquiring minds (mine!) want to know.
DRUNKS OF THE WEEK! sea-HAWKS, sea-HAWKS (at Auto Battery)
Legend tells of a drummer whose talent for remaining upright and functional behind his drum kit after inhaling copious amounts of weed and downing what could amount to a kiddie pool full of Pabst Blue Ribbon, was known throughout the land. His resume consists of being in some of the finer underground punk and metal bands in the Seattle area. Ben McIsaac, the lab rat of drummers, has never been one to commit to a single band. He's always entertaining three or four at a time thus the long running, annual blooper reel event humbly known as Ben Fest, which pits all of McIsaac's bands on one quaint bill for one destructive evening.
Here comes the sad news, Ben McIsaac will be relocating from our little rain-city of a village to the glamorous, yet roach-ridden drags of Brooklyn, New York. Now before you “Booooooo” and throw your rotten tomatoes, you have to hear my good news! All four of McIsaac's bands are burning a hole in his pocket and there's still time for one final Ben Fest! You want crusty, thrash punk? Have a friend babysit your bandana'd dog and get to the show on time for the reunion/demolition of Enforcer. Hopefully they'll bust out their fierce rendition of Talking Heads' "Psycho Killer." Next we have the catchy pop/punk coating over a surf rock candied center which is Sweet Pups. Erica Brunner (McIsaac's better half) lays down the tasty guitar riffs, coaxing your feet to move to the effervescent beat. Did I mention there's a fucking keytar?
Then there's this douchebaggery of a hardcore band called Don Peyote. I highly recommend you save your choice heckling and empty cans purely to hurl at these folks. My only request is that you take it lightly on the guitar player as she, me, is currently undergoing cosmetic surgery to become the next Vanna White and my botox injection sights are still healing. At this point in the evening, those in the gambling community can place their bets on how much longer McIsaac will be able to stay upright under his own power. Perfect timing for one of the most beer-scented, forked tongued, almost seven years strong straight up punk bands, Shit Gets Smashed to take to the streets and play their LAST SHOW EVER. It's gonna be a slobber knocker and it's all going down this Saturday, the 12th at the Black Lodge. Come bid Ben McIsaac bon voyage and bring a plastic poncho, things may get a little weird.
I HATE THANKSGIVING SO MUCH, it gives me a boner. It consumes me. Give me a good ol' holiday made up by card companies and candy stores any day. Thanksgiving was clearly invented by Paula Deen's cankles; nothing but yam-steamed rooms full of footballing Republican drunkles and inedible bowls of buttered goop. Dreadful! The only thing worse than Thanksgiving is the gross people who gleefully call it "Turkey Day," who should all be cordially tossed into the nearest volcano forthwith. (PELE APPRECIATES YOUR SACRIFICE! Please come again.) There are only two slightly redeemable things about the wretched day: (1) that turkeys everywhere finally get what's coming to them, the fucking bastards, and (2) that it ends. Inevitably. (All hail wise Pele!) But this year, we get at least something of a reprieve in two forms.
The first of these comes in the shape of Ben Delacreme and Kitten LaRue, et al., who give you Party Schmarty 2: Skanksgiving Edition. It is a pre-holiday event that's held in that spooky haunted-train-cum-Chinese-joint down in Sodo. To get a feel for it, they encourage you to "think cocktail hour in the dumpster," which isn't really that difficult if you try. (Delightful!) Kitten, Ben, and Lou Henry Hoover will entertain throughout the night, DJ Mathematix will spin for those inclined to dance, the drinks they've concocted sound ridiculous ("Don't even ASK what's in it!" they warn and are not kidding), and there shall be prizes for the skankiest ho. Now, it seems we've been spending a lot of time with Ben and the crew lately, and DAMN RIGHT WE ARE. They are burlesque-draggy-cabaret GODS. If they can't properly screw over Thanksgiving, it cannot be done. (Be sure to take tons of pictures for your fucking Republican drunkles.) Orient Express, 9 pm, $7, 21+.
Throwing Down on the Puget Sound: Seattle rap artist, Raz drops his new video "Brave" with some North West flavah. Give the man some props, yo.
Gay Paris!: Do you like music? Do you like bagguettes and berrets? Do you wanna go to Paris? Then enter to win tickets and more to Pitchfork Music Festival Paris! Entries accepted until October 12th.
Discount Grind: Metal label, Earache is offering an 8GB USB stick stocked with almost 2,000 songs from their back catalog for only $160. Let the good times roll!
When Forever Comes Crashing: Good deals aplenty today! You can stream Converge's new album, All We Love We Leave Behind for free right here.
Try This At Home: Watch as this Rube Goldberg machine answers the age old question: How many people does it take to turn on a television?
Sexy Hulkster: Here's a drinking game: Every time Hulk Hogan mentions "Nick" or complains of a full belly in this edited sex flick, you knock one back. By the way, You're awesome.
Obama and Romney Get Their Song On: While you were hurling obscenities and empty beer cans at the televised presidential debates last night, the Gregory Brothers were busy compiling those soapbox statements into an auto-tuned visual orchestra.
I dunno—the year 1750 was a long time ago—but when someone offered me this beer over the weekend, I just couldn't drink it. "Gather Your Mob" and "The Hunt Is On" = SWEET JESUS, OH FUCK! They're not talking about duck, deer, or turkey hunting, you know?
This is the inaugural edition of the "Fuck, It's Late, We're Bored, Everybody Left in the Office Donate One Thing to This Pile" Line Out trivia contest! This goes out to you, people who work late on Fridays (we're sorry!) and people who read Line Out on the weekend (that's dedication!).
Trivia Question: What song did Negative Approach's John Brannon sing at karaoke in New Orleans last June?
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Leave your answer and/or dumb jokes in the comments! Winner will be chosen at random and notified in the comments, and can pick up the prize package at our offices. IT'S FRIDAY! HAVE A GOOD WEEKEND! GOOD NIGHT!
When punk-sludge-metal bands live, work, and play in close confines, sometimes there are “disputes.” Occasionally, the disputes escalate into physical fights. Or when the drinking and drugging have been heavy, the fights are more just a couple of dudes rolling around on the ground with each other while yelling. They roll and yell at each other, and a chair may be knocked over. Weeks of frustration have built up. They aren’t really fighting because one of the guys wore the other one’s flip-flops. Deeper issues are at the core. The confrontation usually ends with one of the guys getting up, taking a bong rip, pulling the sink out of the wall, and throwing it out the window.
This is exactly what happened to Tacoma band Apache Chief. Who have since changed their name to Mole Asses. Singer/guitarist Miles VanMatre spoke about the goings on.
What happened? Why?
VanMatre: Apache Chief imploded. Living conditions in our cave had deteriorated to the point that an actual TPD officer said, "People live like this? Nirvana and the Sex Pistols didn’t even live like this." That’s a direct quote from the Cop when I showed him the place after some bad shit went down. Anyways, months went by and we all figured out that we missed playing music. So out of the earth atop the barrow of the great and terrible CHEIF burrowed MOLE ASSES. More angular, more heavy, and more stonery than before.
Grammy-winning Christian music superstar Randy Travis was arrested just before midnight on Tuesday in north Texas after being found him drunk and naked near his wrecked truck some 60 miles north of Dallas.
Though he was detained initially in Grayson County on suspicion of driving under the influence of alcohol, a class B misdemeanor, Travis made the situation worse by reportedly threatening to murder a state trooper at the scene, incurring a third-degree felony charge of retaliation that typically carries up to 10 years in prison.
I read on Stereogum that Def Leppard's Hysteria turned 25 today. I checked. It did. It was released August 3rd, 1987. It was Def Leppards fourth album. I remembered that. I decided to have a listen. I'm now terrorizing my neighborhood with hard rock "hits" like Pour Some Sugar On Me, and Armageddon It, on full blast. Hairspray and jean cut-offs are in order. The cops will be here soon, I'm sure of it.
Listen, officers, this album and just about every other hair rocking orgiastic, misogynistic, Mutt Lange-produced, sausage party to be released in 1987 had a huge effect on me, and these old ass neighbors can go to hell if they don't like the synthesizer assisted drumming of recently mangled Rick Allen. I mean, Def Leppard had to change their whole sound from hard rocking Pyromania, to synth sounding Hysteria, and they enlisted the help of engineers to build his drum kit. Do you know how cool that is to help your drummer through that?
Listening to music? Of course you are! Now, thanks to Drinkify.org, you can listen to music while enjoying the appropriate beverage! Just tell Drinkify what artist/band you're currently enjoying and it will deliver a drink recipe to go along with it. (It'll also play some of that band's music if you want.)
For Fugazi they suggest: "1 oz. Havana Club Dark Rum and 1 oz. grapefruit juice. Combine in a highball glass and serve. Stir vigorously."
Prince gets 10 oz. Red Bull and 10 oz. Finlandia Vodka served neat with a garnish of cinnamon while Katy Perry gets "1 bottle Buckfast, serve at room temperature." The Operation Ivy is 10 oz. Sloe gin, served on the rocks, stirred vigorously and garnished with fire.
I dreamed you told me you saw a house made of whales. “Even the shower was made of whales,” you said. According to some antiquated methods of dream interpretation, I probably had this dream because of the plastic whale-shaped pool toy we had sex with in the shower last night until it deflated, but any credible contemporary psychologist would say that never happened and let’s never speak of it again.
And tonight, the Stranger is co-hosting the good times at the Cha Cha! Also hosting? ggnzla karaoke! Dude.
When you go to the designated bar during A Drink for the Kids, 100% of the proceeds from Ninkasi beer and Fremont Mischief Liquor go directly to the Vera Project. And! You can also come down, drink whatever the hell you want, and they will have donation buckets for you to drunkenly throw your money into.
My promise to you: YOU WILL NOT HAVE A BAD TIME. So come drink with us tonight! It starts at 7 pm.
When you go to the designated bar during A Drink for the Kids, 100% of the proceeds from Ninkasi beer and Fremont Mischief Liquor go directly to the Vera Project. And! You can also come down, drink whatever the hell you want, and they will have donation buckets for you to drunkenly throw your money into. There will be guest hosts from the music industry along with other fun stuff like raffles, guest DJs, karaoke, a Sounders viewing party, and more.
THE BEST PART:Monday's Drink for the Kids at the Cha Cha is co-hosted by The Stranger, meaning I (and any other Stranger staffers I can drag across the street) will be there to help get the party started! (I mean, at least as much as a straight-edge kid can start a party.) And ggnzla karaoke is co-hosting as well. They'll bring the karaoke fun!
My promise to you: YOU WILL NOT HAVE A BAD TIME. So come drink with us on Monday! It starts at 7 pm.