Volume 14 Issue 5
Housemates From Hell
Mastodon are four guys from Atlanta who play technically impressive, brutal metal that sounds like it comes from the depths of somewhere very, very deep. They were in Australia recently when we discovered that our friend and exceptional jewellery...
Fifteen Nuts In Two Days
Getting off the DLR in the concrete carbuncle that is the Isle of Dogs, it hits you how dull and uninspiring the poorer parts of east London really are. It’s surprising that people can even motivate themselves to stumble out of bed in the mornings. You...
Thanks, Dad
LA duo No Age make really fuzzy music, which is my favorite. Everything sounds better under a fuzzy layer of fuzziness, doesn’t it? I feel like it’s something psychological, but I’m not sure what. Something about the far-awayness of people’s voices is...
Enough Already!
When the New York Times ran a whimsical article by a mom who was befuddled by her teenage daughter’s constant abbreviation of words, we got nervous.
Electric Independence
Every edition of Electric Independence that appears without a mention of one of Sweden’s leading human beings, Luke Eargoggle, is, some would argue, hardly worth bothering about. As the author, I’m inclined to agree. That’s one reason why the column...
I'm Possessed
Suliman Cassimjee is a South African man who lives in Sweden. In the 1970s, he met Lisa Anstrin and Kjell Westphal through a rehab program run by the Church of Scientology, and then sometime in the mid-80s, they began attacking him with their minds.
Brute Force
731 are a band of grind enthusiasts from Melbourne who are into giving themselves elaborate names. There’s Grind Fed Bathory Hen on vocals, Extraordinary G on guitar, I Quit on drums and Vegan Straight Edge on bass. They’re not like your average...
Toxicities
You don’t need to live in the smog-, garbage-, and disease-choked third world to be in the firing line of man-made disaster.
A Full Pouch Of The Night's Urine
Clockcleaner play music in the great Scratch Acid tradition of not giving a fuck about the listener. It’s a feedback-heavy, midtempo march from start to finish, with little to no regard shown for conventional-song-structure silliness like having a...