Excuse me for sounding like one of those olds you overhear at shows complaining about music not being what it used to be, but, damnit, back in my day, before a band’s name became a place for misspellings, mixed case, missed vowels, and cutesy punctuation, that name used that mean something. Take Destruction Unit, for example. They’re a band after my own heart. Would you care to guess what they sound like? They sound like they break things. That’s what they fuckin’ sound like. Electronics slamming against the sidewalk, baseball bats breaking glass, knee caps, brains, your mom’s fancy china, your sister’s heart — you name it and they’ll break it. It’s that simple and that’s the way it should be.
- September 11, 2014
Note to clown rocker, Gene Simmons, and everyone else who trots out the old line, "Rock is dead." Rock 'N' Roll is not dead. The '70s are dead. The era of arena rock is dead. But that old spirit of Rock 'N' Roll, the desire to aim for the last row and blow every last fucking mind in the building, is not dead. Witness, Death from Above 1979, and their long-awaited comeback album, The Physical World. Read More