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Thursday, January 25, 2007

I Believe In Miracle Chosuke

posted by on January 25 at 12:26 PM

For a few years around the end of the millennium, I was deeply enamored with a particular brand of punk/hardcore typified by batshit analog synthesizers, epileptic rhythm, tongue-in-cheeck metal poses, flailing limbs, petulant vocals, and art-school drop-out aesthetics. That the best name anyone could come up with for this stuff was “spazzy hardcore” doesn’t speak too highly of the critics and conceptualists associated with the scene, but whatever—I loved me some Locust, Blood Brothers, Red Light Sting, (early) Hot Hot Heat, all Teen Cthulu affiliates, etc, etc. What was great about all these bands for me was that they kept all the dangerously kinetic energy of hardcore while doing away with the bullshit thug/jock macho posturing, so that skinny boys and girls could play in the bands and thrash around at the shows without getting (too) hurt. The inherent misogyny and homo-eroticism of macho hardcore was exposed, parodied, and laughed at, and it was fucking fun. Another fun thing about this particular period of shows for me was that everyone seemed more than willing to throw odd bands together in a basement, to juxtapose grind with synth punk with sludge, and that too deflated the puritanical elitism that occurs whenever a given scene is too insular.

One band that really excited me during this time, but that I never got to see live, was Miracle Chosuke, a band that existed for about a minute, releasing one record, The 7/8 Wonders Of The World on Steve Aoki’s Dim Mak label only after breaking up. Miracle Chosuke are more punk than hardcore—they’d fit in nicely among Dirtnap’s more synth-damaged bands—but listening to a tape of their record on the way to or from a show always made me want to spaz the fuck out in a way that was totally hardcore. Their songs are short, unsteady bursts of acidic shrill, pogoing rhythm, and sugary hooks—it’s cotton candy thrown-up on the tilt-o-whirl. Their album is, like the band, over before you’re ready, but luckily with albums you can just rewind and start again.

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Some are in a band called Bad Dudes now.

Posted by here | January 25, 2007 5:37 PM

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