I have noticed folks stealing rips, photos, and even whole write-ups from this blog without saying anything. I don't mind if you want to repost one of my rips on your own blog and I encourage it. But it's annoying when people take credit for work that wasn't theirs.
If you repost anything you find here, please let others know where you got it from. This is no longer an active blog, but I am still active in the "blogosphere.
With that said, I am happy that people still find this place and discover music here. Thank you.
Tuesday, July 12, 2011
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It's July, it's been cold and dreary all day, plans upon plans have been foiled, and I haven't updated for a bit. Starting now, reader, you will no longer associate Hawaii with happy isolation.
Here today is an entry that I have been meaning to do for a while. Despite having only discovered them within the past couple years, Chokebore have quickly become a favorite of mine and definitely the "go-to" band for whenever I am feeling especially awful. Not because this band makes me feel better, goodness no. This is the sort of band you listen to on a sunny day while praying for an overcast to roll by and last for the rest of your life. This is a band to lock yourself in your bedroom, turn out the lights, close the blinds, and glare at the ceiling with. And likewise, this record is your best and only friend. Everyone has those days.
I can't think of one punk-related record that I've genuinely contemplated more than this one. This record, Black Black, is just that, black on black: a trudging, deadweight, dark cloud following you around the room and wherever you go. Although somewhat poppy in its composition — tracks like "The Perfect Date” are rife with hooks — there are few if any happy moments to be found on this record. This is not a particularly profound album in the sense that there aren’t many facets to consider. In fact, upon first listen, you may find it shallow in that it that just drifts along the surface of various overarching themes and rarely elaborates, rarely lets you into its world. But after a few more listens, maybe a day or two to let it sink in, the record might sneak up on you. You might find solace in its desolation. Troy von Balthasar's crooning suddenly becomes your conscience coming back to haunt you. If you find yourself relating to this music, there might be something wrong, and that's what this is record for: a crutch, an absolutely hopeless crutch. In twelve songs, Chokebore manage to create numerous anthems for the doomed and definitely one heavy, relentlessly sad record that is likely to stay with you for a while.
This was Punk In My Vitamins #22. Chokebore were previously associated with AmpRep. Troy was also in Dana Lynn. For fans of Unwound, Lowercase, and other heavy, noisy leaning slowcore. But really, you're not likely to find another band like this.
Chokebore - Black Black LP MediaFire
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