I CAN ONLY SAY BUT ONE THING, FOLLOWED BY MANY OTHER THINGS, SURMISED BY THE INADMISSIBLE, UNQUANTIFIABLE QUALITY OF THIS BLOG: DILDO INDIGO YOUTH. THAT’S DIY.
I’D LIKE TO TAKE THE TIME TO THANK THOSE WHO MADE THIS POSSIBLE. BONO (AND THE REST OF U2), AI WEIWEI, MY LITTLE BROTHER WHO BARELY TALKS TO ME ANYMORE, ANYONE WHO’S MAKING AND UPLOADING AMATEUR PORN (YOU’RE THE REAL HEROS) AND THE CREATOR OF LOST THE TV SHOW (WHAT A GREAT ENDING).
“Dingus is perhaps the most indecisive voice we have, they are literally the worst” – Macho Man Randy Savage
I know there are a lot of you out there who are like “I fucking like my Lady Gagas and my Aerosmiths, fuck you Andrew”. No, fuck you. You’re just a part of the musical human centipede. And this centipede is a full loop because there is literally nothing original being fed into the top. Your Che tshirt is unimpressive.
Here it is. the Dank Isotope YingYang Compilation, the Diddling Incest Yuppie Compilation, the Dildo Indigo Youth Compilation and, it’s Volume 2. This time, we feature such greats as: ONWE, Cepasa, Woodz, Kid Thomas, Salt Cathedral, and Evitceles. It’s a lot of electronic music, you know the beeps and the boops and the whirls of machinery. All these gadgets are broken up by ‘jk bb’, and for good reason.
“NOTHING CAN CHANGE, LET’S JUST SIT ON THE COUCH, SMOKE WEED, AND DIE” – ONWE
Okokok, we all love music let’s just try and get along. Now shut the fuck up and listen, it’s five tracks of solid crack. #Slutlyfe @Dingusonmusic
!mindparade/VOWS split released by Tree Machine Records (Bloomington, Indiana)
Tree Machine Records is one of those labels you just have to hear to grasp. They bounce back and forth between the future sounds of artists like Jon Dice and now, the split between VOWS and !mindparade. Today’s world is washed through with unique artists in every genre and more and more the active music consumer finds his boundaries broken down, accepting sounds from all corners of the spectrum.
This seems the mantra of Tree Machine: We don’t care what it is, or where it comes from, so long as it’s potent. And never was there a more open minded approach to music.
The latest split featuring ‘Fun’ and ‘Lord Knows’ finds both tracks inhabiting the similar space, het harboring different aesthetics within. Both seemed touched by the aesthetic of a David Lynch project without being “influenced” to be anything other than their own. Both step back from the rushed abrasive nature of our modern music culture as a whole, without sounding timid. @Dingusonmusic
I just found out two days ago that DUMBO is an acronym for Down Under Manhattan Bridge Overpass. Blew my mind. 4:00pm Saturday afternoon I find myself legit IN DUMBO – like, directly underneath the Manhattan Bridge Overpass where it’s known as The Archway. Meridian Lights, a Brooklyn band fronted by Bradley Valentin on vocals and bad ass Game Rebellion guitarist Yohimbe Sampson aka Shredder Dread were the musical guests for TunnelVision, an all ages free outdoor dance party curated by artists and The DUMBO Improvement District. They filled the entire Archway with songs from their sophomore Self Titled Album, a blend of rock electronic soul that’s old yet new; classic in the most untraditional way. Most impressive was their magical ability to shut the trains (directly above us) the fuck up. Surrounded by art, sounds, babies, mommas, and poppas, the trains were murked into silence. In my 24.9 years of riding the NYC subway, never has anyone taken down that mechanical roar. There’s a metaphor in there somewhere, but I ain’t got time for all that.
CMJ is hard enough with all the cute indie-music-making boys & girls trying to crash at your apartment & make you swipe them onto the L train. Here’s a list of all the greatest up & coming CMJ artists playing so you can focus on making better decisions while marathon drinking & hoping around town all week…
Shorewave Records is a Brooklyn / Boston-based record label. Last year I booked a crazy basement show with them for CMJ, so from personal experience I know you can’t miss out on their CMJ party this year with Wonderbitch, Tuff Sunshine, The Nepotist, David Pollack, Pree, Shark Week & Honey Wild. $8 /// FREE WITH CMJ BADGE /// RSVP HERE.
& you should stay all day & all night for the Milk Dick, Holy Tunics, Teach Me Equals, and The Nyack Pipeliners for a night of music and fun! Show starts at 8. RSVP HERE.
Bands you can’t miss at CMJ
The Sleepy Zzz
A name like The Sleepy Zzz will at first will have you thinking your bed won’t stop screaming your name; but in actuality leaves you tossing and turning asking yourself ‘what the fuck just happened?’ New Jersey-native, Zachary Koenig (guitar/vocals), has been releasing multi-genre digital and analog tones with revival underlay and astral auras under this name since 2008. The Sleepy Zzz have only surfaced as a collective outfit fronted by Koenig in 2013 after transplanting to Brooklyn with Corey Madden on lead guitar, Brendan Parry on bass, Charles Halsey on keyboard, and Fred Bebe on drums. They lead you down their influential & inspirational road reminiscent ov The Brian Jonestown Massacre, Stone Roses, The Cramps, 13th Floor Elevators and David Bowie, swaying in a underwater whirl pool even your childhood dreams couldn’t imagine.
In their first year, Sunflower Bean has made waves coast to coast. Julia Cumming (vox/bass), Nick Kivlen (vox/guitar), and Jacob Faber (drums), draw from a wealth of rugged lo-fi sounds, adapting the heroic charisma of VU psychedelia and Black Sabbath’s dark rock to fit their own generation’s drowsy ethos.
I’ve been around Happy Lives for years. I knew them before you knew them. I booked them before you booked them. So pardon me if I drop some of my mild expertise on the subject here for one fucking second. Shut the hell up and listen:
Happy Lives was Mike Lande and Julian Beel and Jake Holbrook. To my knowledge, Mike was the cute face and Beel was the big dick and Holbrook was the composed psyche. Together, they were the perfect band. Now, according to an anonymous source, Happy Lives is Mike Lande. Julian Beel just gives him blowjobs while he writes and Holbrook (I guess) stands around masturbating as well. This, I’m sure, is misinformation- but it’s misinformation that the band wants you to hear.
Even at their origins, a self titled industrial rock album, they were pushing boundaries that would have made Trent Reznor proud. Now, that first album is unavailable. Like many DIY bands, they have erased their early work from the internet, left to exist solely on their laptops and the laptops of those fortunate enough to know them in those embryonic days. Whether this is done for a purpose of “rebranding” or simply as a bow to those who have been with them from the start is inconsequential because with ‘Feeling Good’ Happy Lives anamorphed.
And don’t you dare fucking say I didn’t call it. Because I called it. Triple H, suck it. ‘Feeling Right’ was a defining moment. They could have flopped. But Happy Lives came through big time with ‘Marry Me’, and now we here at Dingus can say with some certainty that this is one of the most important bands of our generation.
Whether they garner mass media attention or hold onto 50 dedicated fans matters not. Because if the aliens find this 5000 years from now, we will look way cooler than we ever really were.
But really, let’s talk about ‘Marry Me’. It’s a track that finds Lande getting visibly sicker in the head. And it’s only for our own benefit; our own entertainment. Get sicker, Mike. Get so sick that you jump off the Manhattan Bridge. Get so sick that you get arrested pleasuring yourself in Central Park. Murder someone already. We all see it coming. You can’t fool me with your linear modulation. You’re unstable as fuck dude. And no amount of venting is going to change that.
Don’t you dare make me wait another year for a new track.
‘Marry Me’ is a track that will make you never want to marry anyone in this band as they offer to “slobber your knob”. Though it oozes personality in a way that can only be compared to fake cumshots, everything within these two minutes and forty eight seconds is limited to perfection. Those are fake right? If not, I’m doing something wrong. @Dingusonmusic
You know how they say if you look at the timeline of Earth within 24 hours that humans have only existed for like the last 20 minutes or something?
Apply the same principle to the existence of New Jersey’s own Huge Pupils in my life. I was only just introduced to them on my 2014 tour to SXSW. Scott, bassist of Heeney, mixed Grilled Mind and he had a burned CD of some of the tracks that we played countless times during our many many hours in the van. Two tracks immediately stood out to me then; “Record Store” and “Trigger Warning.” Having now heard the entire (currently unmastered) record, which the band posted on their Bandcamp page night before last, I can say that those two are still favorites, but there’s a whole lot more to this album than that.
With half the tracks at about two and a half minutes long, the title track, “Grilled Mind” stands out coming in at almost 5 minutes. A dirty, grimy, seductive almost 5 minutes.
“Stoned Alone” also grabs me. At barely over a minute long it’s a fun, aggressively poppy punk acceptance of the experience of being alone. and stoned.
Speaking of being alone… I’m alone right now… and I got some kush…
‘I Don’t Need Your Love’ by Clones of Clones (Washington, DC)
Some girl told me I make a lot of spelling and grammar mistakes. Sorry this isn’t Rolling Stone people. Anyway, ‘I Don’t Need Your Love’ is a song titel that is as strate forward as they come. The penned melody is also fairly predictable and alligned as well. So what makes this trak so perfect? Humanity. Fucking humanity.
You know how many times I’ve said “I don’t need your love” while begging for it? Too many times.
And while the track by Clones of Clones (a badass band name, in my humble opinion), crls itself around simplicaty, it delivers in all aspects of the tormented, despotic relationship that, I fele, we all face at some point or another (even if it’s your despotic, tormented relationship with porn). Much music, much tunage, much lyricalness tries to hard to do something special, but ‘I Don’t Need Your Love’ is comfortible doing what music has been doing for thosunds of years. Expressing the singular simple thought paterns that make us all clones. Keeo your eyes open for their new album coming under the same name. @Dingusonmusic
BAE GOD IS BEST BECAUSE BAE GOD IS THE BEST BAE. I CAN’T HELP BUT LOVE THE POP DIY WORLD. BECAUSE POP IS SO NOT DIY, BUT NOW IT IS. WE TAKIN OVER THESE STREETS. SIDE NOTE: IF YOU BUY FACBEOOK LIKES YOU A BITCH (LIKE AN ACTUAL BITCH BECAUSE YOU’VE BEEN HAD). @DINGUSONMUSIC
I know it’s been a while but I’m working my way back. As I started sifting through music and bands, a part of me was a bit dissapointed. I played band after band, song after song and it became clear to me that nobody knows what punk rock or garage rock is. Then, I found him. I found one man band, Paul Jacobs. He does everything all at once and owns it. Don’t believe me? Here’s a youtube video for all your naysayers.
Yeah, he’s no joke, I told you. Paul Jacobs is the real deal. His garage psych rock style paired with his ability to play everything at once, makes it all even more legit. I honestly can’t think of any other one man band, except for maybe Bert from Mary Poppins. He wasn’t exactly punk rock, though. Another thing that caught my eye was the album art. I came to find out that Jacobs does that at well. I started creeping around a noticed a whole bunch of pictures and little comics that are beyong adorable.
See what I mean? Now that I found the complete package punk rocker, I don’t know what to do. Quit? Maybe, I don’t really know if anybody else could meet my now abnormally high standards. Paul Jacobs, you are amazing, keep doing you and please come visit Brooklyn. @LeahLovecat
With technology growing exponentially, personal computing is challenging the recording business and the internet is challenging the publishing business. Now more than ever, we see the pool of music and design growing deeper. But as always, the more music there is, the harder it is to find what really matters.
Dingus is dedicated to the search. It's here, on this humble blog that we shed light on bedroom artists in their most defining moments. If you want what's popular today, Dingus is not the blog for you. But, if you want what's fringe, pure and passionate then you've somehow landed on the right URL. So check back daily and enjoy your fellow peers' endeavors.