Murderess- S/T (2009)

I’ve had one verse from a shitty 4 non blonde song stuck in my head for the past week. I live in a hell of my own design. Actively engaged in a personal sonic lobotomy has been my only reprieve from shitty femme folk rock of the 90’s that creeps its way into my subconscious like an unwelcome houseguest. Strong music is my antidote to such infestations. Death to all clear channel mediocrity. On a quest for aural glory, the battle continues.

In response to Cobra's recent disclosure of Dana Duffy lust while extolling the virtues of dirthead metal, smoking cheap weed and pursuing back issues of Fangoria with the band Mythic, I feel its necessary to illustrate that a similar dream is alive and thrives in North Portland. Enter Murderess.

Through assailing sonic chaos, they clearly have got a hard on for Swedish d-beat. While citing Bathory and Anti-Cimex influence in true homage to the sounds that abound, Murderess campaign with tight execution and drive conquering your sympathetic nervous system. Fight or flight!

Perhaps last summer’s pressing of their green and black vinyl LP entitled “The Last Thing You’ll Ever See” will save me from myself until some other shitty pop detritus flotsam oozes out from the woodwork. Until then I'll remain forever committed to resist pop radio warble provoking my equilibrium and prompting me to take matters into my own hands. They tour California in March. Go face the execution and be destroyed …

w/ Age of Collapse at the M Sat, Feb 19, Seattle WA

w/ Countdown to Armageddon at the Elbo Room Sat, Mar 19 San Francisco, CA

w/ Buried at Birth at Johnny V's Thu, Mar 24 San Jose, CA

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Buy the new album: Here and Here

Listen to the older album: Here

Sunday's Monsters

As the fall descends upon the northern hemisphere and I face another 6 month lengthy cycle of increasing darkness and rain I rely on classic films to brighten my imagination in the darkness. That being said, I look to the masters of animation from a pre-CGI era to accompany me on cinematic adventures through space, time, and beyond. I vacillate between the brothers Quay and Ray Harryhausen when I want to go back to a time of less complicated animation…Ray, as many of you may know is responsible for bringing us some of the best stop motion films ever, The Clash of the Titans and Jason and the Argonauts.

J&TA Skelton fight scene…hell yeah. The way they pop up from the ground is so cool. If I was Medea though, I’d totally fight them off too instead of running off to the ship like a total she-wimp. where the hell is Xena when you need her?

Ray is still busy making cool stuff at the sweet age of 90. Respect.

Ray's website: X

Back to homework land…Sigh.

-C. sinensis

Where are They Now Now?

COBRA: Where did you go?

Does anybody know what fate befell upon the epic thrashing wonder Cobra? I was recently reminded of this long since forgotten slice of metallic pie until recently as they resurfaced in my peripheral though a front page photo and back page ad of an old Circus magazine.




Many rumors emerged since their abrupt and mysterious departure from the touring and no confirmed reunions have ever been mentioned through any of the metal portals I frequent. I vaguely remember hearing a story long ago about one of the Cobras brothers playing his guitar while it was rigged on fire with dynamite but that could be total bullshite. My half-eaten TDK cassette is so worn and warbled that I can hardly make out the crushing solos and I’m sure there’s somebody on IC that might have an idea concerning their fate.

Wikipedia brings up fuck all and Myspace is worthless to provide me with answers, so I’m hoping somebody out there knows something…Anything....Thanks.

Photo circa 198?

Longshoremen, bakers, bus-drivers or just rock and roll casualties?

Scary Bear-Cock MDCLXVI

Well dip my dick in cream and stick me in a kitchen full of kittens.

I’ve always wanted to say that.

Behold, Seattle instrumentalists, Scary Bear. Self-described as “Cryptic Slaughter at the art school Voivod goes to.” This now defunct 3-piece outfit brought a feminine touch to the Pacific Northwest music scene long enough to play some shows, embark on a tour, and produce an album. Solid percussive blasts and mathematically correct proofs of technical witchery follow out their aural assault. Dare to challenge your preconceived notions that thrash always has to be a total sausage fest.

Myspace: X

Get the album here: X

The future is now...I mean now. I mean now. I mean now

Whilst writing an email earlier, some nameless operatives hacked my system. I recovered this email from my security sources some hours ago and now have another reason to believe that there is indeed a faction of unscrupulous shadow workers undermining my computer network. My firewall is but a plaything for their technologically savvy skills. I know this to be true.

Some people, however, should not read long discussion board posts about MKULTRA and its current myriad applications in the modern age. Some people should avoid David Icke essays on the reptilian alien race that conspired to mate Ronald Reagan with a busty cheerleader from Albany, New York in effort to produce a super composite of all things the reptilian race desires in a human subject (Reagan with a nice rack?). That some people is me. Its a fact. Some People should listen to good punk, kick back, and take the blue pill. or is it the red? Wait, let's Google it to see what the masses say.....Ahhh that's better.

What they don't want you to hear: Por Libertad!

Capaches "Born to Punk": dl

Eskorbuto "Eskizofrenia" and "Anti-Todo": dl

Eskorbuto video: X

Final Warning

What set Final Warning apart from other hardcore bands of the period was the merging of heavy metal into their sound. Final Warning would combine these influences to become one of the early bands to break down the wall between punk and metal. It was Tom “Pig Champion” Roberts who discovered Final Warning’s punk-metal fusion in 1983, after the two bands shared a bill. Roberts was so taken that he offered to produce the band’s first (and only) full-length record for his modest but influential Fatal Erection label. FW is also featured on the Fatal Erection compilation “Drinking Is Great” with fellow kin E-13, Lockjaw, and Poison Idea.

FW never left the pacific Northwest, broke up in 1986, and reformed in the new millennium for a handful of shows …In June, 2007, a 16 song compact disc was released that featured all the band’s studio material and 11 songs recorded live in 1985 at the Starry Night in Portland, Oregon (where Final Warning opened for Mercyful Fate at their first U.S. concert).

Final Warning on myspace: X

Fatal Erection Records on myspace : X

Final Warning PDX: dl

Drinking is Great compilation: dl

MRR Final Warning article : X

Memento Mori

Erick Lee Purkhiser (October 21, 1946 – February 4, 2009)

While its only been a year since his death I just have to say that the world is a little less sexy and a little less gritty without Lux Interior caterwauling across the planet. Feral bellows bemoaning the glories of trashy kitsch culture (girls in bikinis with machine guns, indeed), Lux and the Cramps remained steadfast in their mission and relentlessly conjured forth the spirit of rock n roll for over 30 years.

Since their inception in a New York bowery walkup in the 1970’s playing gigs at Max’s Kansas City to the last Halloween shows of the new millennia, The Cramps stayed true to their rock n roll roots. Not only a fucking maniac on the stage, Lux was an avid B-movie aficionado, ordained revered, and devoted husband to the enigma which is Poison Ivy, Lux’s partner since The Cramps inception.

No further accolades are necessary. This is only reminder that the spirit which is and shall forever be LuX Interior and The Cramps will not be forgotten in a year or as long as rock n roll lives on, which is forever in case you had any doubts.

Stay Sick!!

"Lux seemed like a creature from another world, with one foot already out of this dimension. As much as we might wonder 'Where are you now?' we can also wonder 'Where on Earth did you come from?' Now that's a mystery!"-Poison Ivy

''Lux's spirit is so crystalline, so pure and shining, that he makes me glad to be a Weirdo. I would've gladly traded my own life to bargain for his--because we so badly need a Mad Daddy to shepherd us through this shitty world, making us laugh at the darkness and pointing out the diamonds in the garbage.''-Reverend Suzie the Floozie.

The Cramps online: X & X

dl: X

Gore Drenched Legacy

Excerpt from Grotesque Disjunction:

Gut ripping sensations of hell
Hands digging in, ripping innards
Shards of tissue as shelled
Disfigured, rancid bones do rot
Mortal remains rip you apart
Correlation, your essence is lost

Summoning old school death metal the way it should be invoked. Formed in 1986 in Portland Oregon, Dead Conspiracy was a touchstone for future metal militants who followed in their wake. While once only available to avid, dedicated tape traders until recently, A reissue of their work is available through Hells Headbangers. GDL represents an anthology of their metallic existence illustrating the evolution of one bands approach to total sonic devastation. Dead Conspiracy formed in 1986 and split in 1990.

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New Dead Conspiracy font for Hells Headbangers release by Christophe Szpajdel, Lord of Logos, here:

Editor's Note: First post from my old school she-bro Camellia sinensis from Portland. She's got her own thing going on right over here, as well as an undying thirst for all things cryptic and metal. All in all, a BADASS chick. Let's welcome her accordingly, shall we?