26 May 2018


Look at the cover....this could go so many different directions. Good luck. Comments welcomed. 

25 May 2018


Right from the first burst, FAITHLESS are unrestrained and fierce. Nasty and proficient hardcore that gallops and blasts effortlessly with vocals straight out of late '90s political DIY hardcore. Also, the guitars on "Test Of My Will" are beyond sick. This one will breeze right by the crews looking for the next bandwagon, and I get the feeling that suits FAITHLESS just fukkn fine. 

24 May 2018


I'm leaving for a few weeks. The Escape will continue feeding you daily, but I will be away. Hopefully I will listen to these sounds more than once while driving, the phases of the moon following me in the mirror and over my shoulder. And this minimal and primitive dose of synthesized sound will manage carry me across long stretches and bring me back to grounded after evenings filled with chaos. Then, staring at the underbelly of a waning reality, I will return....and I'll probably post some lo-fi grindcore or some shit. Y'all like grindcore, right?

Also: one of the people from A SUNNY DAY IN GLASGOW is responsible for this Moonphases. That doesn't really mean anything to me, but maybe it does to you? Regardless, I legitimately think it sounds pretty cool and I will actually listen to it on tour when none of the punks in the van are paying attention...because you know how that over 50 crowd crushes social media, and I have a reputation to keep up. Vegas Saturday....then beyond. 

23 May 2018


You know how sometimes things that start out as "projects" end up being way more popular than the responsible "artists" intended, or could have predicted? I recall the time I was in Aquarius (RIP) talking to Andee shortly after the release of the first WHN? single (ok - this is just weird, who does this?) and he casually commented that WHAT HAPPENS NEXT? would have more of a lasting impact than any of our previous or (then) current projects. And a year after that when I was buying the WEAKLING record, I told Andee that I thought it would likely be the most sought after record that tUMULt would release. I mean...that BLACK BUG record is sick and very weird, but you get my point - and neither of us were wrong. Why am I telling you this? Because PERFUME-V is apparently a side project; an outlet for someone more recognizable (for now) for other things....but this thing is going to be the thing. PERFUME-V is also perfectly executed melancholic alt/pop of the highest and most endearing order. I'll mention TEENAGE FANCLUB and SUPERCHUNK in an effort to not just compare them to JAWBREAKER, even though this collection really does present as a perfect combination of that brand of '90s melodic punk and late '80s alt/indie college radio stuffs. And then there are the vocals...they are never right. I can't even imagine being this close for this long (27 minutes in this case, give or take) and never nailing it, but he never does. And that's why Bless Bless Bless Bless is so good. Because it's real. 

22 May 2018


Sometimes a new thing sounds instantly familiar....not because it's derivative or because you've heard it before, but because it's all of the things that you've heard before presented as you've always wanted to hear them. This 200 second car crash is a gloriously chaotic mess (and the last 42 seconds are just noise) - infectious hardcore stomps bludgeoned by noise and distortion until nothing is left but the feeling...and it feels real fukkd up, y'all. "Stigmata" on repeat all damn day, until you finally get it. 

And in case you are still curious, there's another six minutes of madness available for consumption here (though the madness is slightly less tortured the second time around, which works for and against them at the same time). I remember sometime around 1995 I felt like I wanted to move to Toronto...maybe I fukkd up. 

21 May 2018


A slice of essential blurr that some helpful thrasher put together some 30 years ago, these two demos back-to-back are a superb taste of what life as a DIY hessian was like in the late '80s. Portland's SPAZZTIC BLURR are easily dismissed as a joke band, but fuuuuukkkkk they were fast (I presume that they still are). The humor of STIKKY and YOUR MOTHER...but way faster and played with the proficiency of actual thrashers (the band started in the shadow of WEHRMACHT).  But perhaps tongue in cheek isn't your thing....maybe you don't seek high energy Flintstones theme songs? If you need your reprobate thrash delivered with windmills and guttural early-Araya yeowls, then look no further than this primal dose from REGURGITATION. As with many tapes I come across that are relics from the trading days, this one may not contain the Bathrooms Rule or Organic Backwash demos in their entirety...but it contains seven absolutely steaming doses of breakneck death thrash. When I think of hungry, pimply faced 15 year olds getting shit like this in the mail it still blows my damn mind. 

20 May 2018


The early '00s were a pretty fukkn special time for Bay Area punk and hardcore. The divisions between East and West Bay that permeated most of the '90s has partially dissolved, and you had freaks from the Tri-Valley jamming in bands with West Bay Coalition OGs. Shows in Santa Cruz and San Rafael were not an anomaly, and were often packed with hungry kids while San Jose shows seemed like they were damn near always banging. The Peninsula was still weird, as a crew of emo kids started to come into their own in the shadow of NO LESS and PLUTOCRACY...we would see UNDER A DYING SUN and DEADBODIESEVERYWHERE in the same weekend. TIME IN MALTA played with TRAGEDY in San Francisco because it made sense - hell, ICE 9 had played with HIS HERO IS GONE just a few years earlier in Indiana, so why not? And at the center of it all? Mission Records in SF and 924 Gilman in Berkeley. The Bay had finally gotten (back) to point where people just came to shows....not that it didn't matter who the bands were, but there were just so many good fukkn shows that you knew it was worth gambling. And there were kids everywhere...high school kids screaming the words, high school kids starting their own bands. It was awesome. I know that hardcore now is every bit as vibrant as it was then and I'm not some "living in the past" relic, but perhaps with advancing age comes the distance...and of course it feels more intense and more relevant when you're always in the mix, right? So sometimes when I attend (or play) a show and I find myself somewhat reserved and/or reflective, I come home and I blast something like this. 

Y'all know Tony Molina, right? A decade or so after this 5+ minute collection of relentless blasting teenage rage, the singer for DYSTROPHY was featured on some NPR "must hear" new artists or some shit. And as much as I confess that Dissed and Dismissed is worth the hype, watching the trainwreck that was Tony's current power violence project HEALER try to set up and tune their instruments was waaaaay sicker. DYSTROPHY live set from Mission Records at the end of 2001 has been up on Escape Is Terminal for a couple of years...link is still live and worth your time. 

19 May 2018


This is why Midwest hardcore rules. Milwaukee's FAILED MUTATION harness the energy of '80s desperation instead of just aping their ancestors moves...and it works. The sound is weird, the double snare taps are on point, the riffs are super squirmy and awkward and the start/stops in "Give Into Sleep" make me want to scream. This was a part of a superb cassingle series Not Normal did a few years back, so you only get two tracks...and if these two tracks were lifted off of a sinfully short big hole 45 from '83 then everyone would shit their pants. Instead everyone looked at their phones. Their loss. 

18 May 2018


While DBeat based melodic crust has fallen out of favor with Flavor of the Month Punks, hoards of filthy animals and black clad scholars continue to eat the shit up like candy. And there are reasons why they do this....reasons like HYENA. A record (also released on cassette) that you can fully sink into. A legitimately emotive and powerful collection of songs from a Spanish band that seems dedicated to the purpose of sonic power. It's an impressive offering....and one that makes me yawn at the mindless 1-2-1-2 stomps seemingly regurgitated out of thin air at every turn. I guess sometimes you need it to mean something...and it means even more if it feels like it means everything to someone. That's what HYENA feels like. 

 I am tired of broken hearts // I am tired of being the worst for me // my worst enemy

17 May 2018


On a layover in Mexico City a few months back, I asked Rafael to hook me up with his favorite new DF bands. We met for a brief afternoon meal at Gold Taco (because I'm a tourist, and that's where vegan gringos go) and he gave me this tape. Rafael is punk, and has excellent taste...so that should be all I need to say. So that is all I will say.