Wednesday, July 22, 2015

Distruptor by The Night Divided

Hailing from the wasteland of Greater Cincinnati, The Night Divided are a fem-fronted dystopian punk-band who would be the first to go in a future ruled by individualism and false-fronts. Disruptor, their first full-length, is impressive from the start. Yeah, there's records... But every now and again within the re-discovery of a previous re-discovery which was really just the continuation of the interest in vinyl... There are RECORDS!!! 

In today's record market (or 'Industry' to you newer fans) an emphasis is in place that elevates the importance of the release as a whole. Especially when it's a vinyl record... Disruptor is a fucking beautiful product! Die-cut sleeve heralding a sculpture titled EXTENT by Australian Abstract Expressionist and Minimalism sculptor Clement Meadmore (1929-2005) which was installed at the artistic anomaly known as Pyramid Hill Sculpture Park located in Hamilton, Ohio [Butler County]. 

The die-cut cover reveals a small look of the impressive high-gloss inner dust-jacket that provides another look at Meadmores Extent...The sculptures reprise adds to the mystery, drama, and desperation that brings forth even more speculative pondering. These qualities, however, appear again and again as the music plays in never-ending combinations. As you dig deeper and deeper into The Night Divideds songs, the album grabs you and refuses to let go. You become a hostage... Disruptor plays as a deep, sonic soundtrack of rebellion itself... Disruptor hits you where it counts. Being of an artifact-grade quality form start to finish, I hereby issue yet one more beard-nod to the introspective element... Like, as-if watching Kubricks cinema masterpiece 2001: A Space Oddity as Disruptor unfolds in celebration of the moment as a blueprint for now... It's hard to notice the revolution until it gets in your ears. Disruptor gets there with ease.

I turned Disruptor about six complete times until I held it up to the light so as I could get a good look at any etchings near the record label before I realized that the record itself is on transparent purple vinyl! This record is yet another great record on several levels. Disruptor is as pure sound-treason... Disruptor could be a record from a band straight from Philip K. Dicks book VALIS... This record could easily be passed for a new SELBY TIGERS release or even (perhaps) lost album by UKs PENETRATION wedged in-between 1978s Moving Targets or its 1979 follow-up, Coming Up For Air.

Disruptor is the perfect result of metered focus, determination and skill. The revolution is somewhere out there. Looking for you... Waiting for you... Disruptor plays from behind the shadow-lines of insurrection. 

See you soon.

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Saturday, July 18, 2015


I have great concern about the rise of Donald Trump. During my work as a machinist I was surrounded by fellow co-workers who believed that housing, jobs and healthcare were rights and not privileges but would repeat the sentiments of the political right and blame the Great Socialist Obama for whatever hot-topic FOX News were feeding them that day. Basically, I'm afraid that the the upfront, bare-bones, uncmpassionate stupid shit that rolls so easily out of his mouth, may be heralded as 'real talk' to factory workers like the ones I once worked with. The news that talk like the Bolshevicks at work, but go home and are too tired to actually learn something about political parties or viewpoints.

I would like to see what Trump thinks after a month of pulling himself up by the bootstraps, running three screw machines 40-56 hours a week under 95-103 degree heat. 


Got a short update from Dan of SWIRLEY IN THE FRYER about upcoming releases.

If you have news about your project, send it to

"We just finished recording an LP with treehorn at PMS and will hopefully have a 7" sampler out before sept, that we will gladly send to you! Hope to be back in cincinasty before summer's end(without any mechanical tech-dif). Cheerz!"


Friday, July 10, 2015

Cincinnati: Your With Us or Against Us (Directors Cut)

If you were to tell me in 1998 that I would have the opinion that one-day I would do some of my best writing in a baseball zine, I would have thought you were crazy. Initially, I got into The Reds because my Dad likes to watch the Reds... And after all the Reds/Commie rhetoric that became a Neus Subjex standard... It felt right.. Then I met Mike Faloon in 2006 as part of The Perpetual Motion Road Show at a stop in Cincinnati. Mike and I hit it off and he contacted me later about contributing to Zisk. Honestly, I've always had the opinion that some of the best writing you could read was written by sports writers... Take, for instance, Dr. Hunter S. Thompson... In Fear and Loathing and Where The Buffalo Roam, he was covering sports events... Sorta... So with that in mind, I proceeded.

Below you will find my latest contribution to Zisk. What a lot of people don't realize, is when you write your stuff it will be subject to editing. The editors job is to make you look good and fit your writing to the standard of the publication... That was done with this article and I didn't have one problem with's unrealistic to think your shit don't stink and you got to fight for your language. Me? Editors edit. That's what they do! So yeah, there's a couple things different about what you will read in this version vs. the 'Directors Cut.' 

July 8th, 2015

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Cincinnati: Yor With Us, or Against Us

CINTI., OHIO— It's been quite a saga... Since 1992 Pete Rose has been trying to get re-instated into Major League Baseball. Is it because he really expects, and deserves, induction into the Baseball Hall of Fame? Is it because being re-instated means he could (maybe) re-enter into a managers spot for a MLB team? Hell, it's 'Charlie Hustle' we're talking about here! Yes!!!
As the well known struggle goes, Rose was flatly ignored in 1992 by Fay Vincent who succeeded Bart Giamatti as MLBs Comissioner. In the same year as Giamatti died—just 154 days after Pete Rose was ousted from Major League Baseball forever...  In 1999 Rose tried Giamattis successor, Bud Selig, who ignored Roses request until dispelling it, officially, in 2009—just a short DECADE later!!! Maybe, if Rose played for The Milwaukee Brewers, Selig would have been a bit more interested in the matter... Regardless, Selig, obviously, didn't care what Cincinnatians think. If he did, he would have re-instated Rose and been declared a fucking superstar within Greater Cincinnati, in the process—maybe even regionally speaking. Selig could have reveled in free drinks and food in all Cincinnatis Brew-Hauses, free coneys, free three, four or five way style Cincinnati Chili at Gold Star and Skyline, free Ice cream at Graeters, free LaRossas pizza... But noooooo. The 'Lifetime Ban' still stood and continues to stand—past Seligs tenure of Commissionership (at least) until another attorney turned Commissioner, Rob Manfred, figures out exactly how important the subject is to him, and his standing with Cincinnati. The answer will be that Manfred and Major League Baseball is with Cincinnati, or [still] against Cincinnati.
Ol' Pete has tried his best... Maybe, if Rose had admitted to shooting steroids, got caught snorting a line cocaine (or two), or even dabbled in the burgeoning heroin scene (which is fucking gigantic and all over the local Cincinnati news) he would have been long forgiven and coddled back (maybe) into a managers position already. 
I can imagine this Comissioner Manfred bastard, perhaps, making a big surprise announcement at the 2015 Cincinnati-based All-Star Game. Recently, there has been 'secret construction projects' at Great American Ball-Parks Home-Plate position. As these rumors state, the project resembles one of those Central Florida walled-community garbage-can lift installations. A contraption designed to hide the curbside trash-cans until the collection services arrive, and subsequently retrieves the unsightly refuse thats hidden inside an underground vault. Then, hiding the cans until they are brought back to their 'house position.' Some say that the lift is being installed to open on dramatic cue from Manfred, raising Pete strait from beneath home-plate... Symbolizing his previous standing with Major Leage Baseball Inc., and not only absolving him from his guilt, but automatically inducting him into the Major League Baseball Hall of Fame too!
... and the crowd goes wild!
Comissioner Manfred could become thee man, and potentially blow the fucking lid off a packed Cincinnati crowd! He could bring forth a new level of generational chaos at Great American Ball Park that hasn't been witnessed since the Cincinnati tragedy just steps next door to the ballpark that was forever immortalized in Teacher Pets song "The Cincinnati Stomp"... Upon announcing that Pete Rose is being reinstated into Major League Baseball, a pregnant lady will go into labor... An elderly person will have a heart attack... Someone will be stabbed... Someone else will be found in a piss-trough submerged in ice, missng a kidney... The Ghost of Marge Schott will be seen with her famed St. Bernard Canine "Shotzy" sniffing her crouch while she downs a craft-beer that may (or may not be) a special Rhinegeist microbrew brand named PETE, and brewed in his honor. Standing ovations will abound as Rose is raised from token shame, eating a cheese-coney sloppily, with Chili dripping upon his Reds uniform—which will be displayed, stain and all, in the Official Baseball Hall of Fame!
Arrogant... Smart-mouthed... A great ball-player... Each has been used to describe Pete Rose by my Dad (Captain of the Cincinnati Reds)... But the basics in my Dads statements are that he was a great ball-player. Despite what may happen or not, Pete has played some great ball—Let the record show also, that there's only the slight chance that what is mentioned here will happen. After-all, the fact remains that I made this whole scenario up. There is still a Reds cunt-hairs chance though, that this scene may unfold as I have suggested and Pete may just as well tell Commissioner Manfred, or his successor, andMajor League Baseball to take their Hall of Fame and their Major League Baseball and in the immortal words of Trailer Park Boys' Ricky: just fuck-the-right-off!!!
Yeah, I agree... That would be cool too.

Monday, July 6, 2015

Notes From The Razors Edge

Emergency vehicles with sirens wailing up and down Hamilton avenue in front of The Comet were barely noticeable until someone said "Is it me or is an awful bunch of emergency vehicles out for a Thursday night?" The question got no answer. The people are desensitized to the cities violence and danger alike.  As night falls on the Queen Shitty, it will take until morning to see the box scores of violence from the previous night. Who shot/killed who. Cincinnati is a war zone. Everyone is a potential threat, casualty or perpetrator.

Despite the current street war, The Comet had a great crowd of enthusiastic listeners to see the re-based in Cleveland punk band, Kill The Hippies and their comrades, Swirley In The Fryer who not only share a drummer but shared a van too... A van that broke down just as they arrived. The future aka 'Futch' is [already] broke.  

SLUG SALT, a three-piece hardcore/punk band with dual male and female vocals started the show and played a great set of blasting anarcho-piece punk. Todd Utley (Subsets) made the strong comparison to the long defunct BLATZ, which was a good call... I kept thinking about D.I.R.T myself but the comparison only adds to the urgency that is needed to catch this band as soon as possible. I was offered a CD from the Zviles after Slug Salts set, but I stupidly declined citing that I want a Slug Salt CD more.

I had my doubts about a four band bill at The Comet. By no means is The Conet small... It's a comfortable and solid place to play, but the level of organization that was given to this night is quite remarkable. Slug Salt and the Zvilles shared members and equipment with the bonus of a frontman in the Zvilles. Frontmen, or 'lead singers' are just jot around like they use to be... They are a endangered RNR species... THE ZVILLS reminded me of the legendary Local band THE MUZZIES with a bit more of THE MISFITS, the anarcho peace-punk thing and DC Hardcore. The lead singer sported a devil-lock too! I should have gotten that Zvilles CD I passed up earlier but it's not a rock and roll show without at least one regret. Like Slug Salt, The Zvills played a fast, short and intense set adding to the success of the earlier dread of the four-band-bill. It is possible to have four bands at The Comet— if you organize it right!

Last summer at 'Wit-Fest' the ultra team of Kill The Hippies and SWIRLY IN THE FRYER (who share drummers) hit WIT-FEST 3. Two bands in one can! One broken van... I spent much of Swirlys set trying to figure out why there were loose bandanas placed over the microphones Some sorts of spits-screen' was the best answer I came up with... I don't think movement in excess is important to a good performance... But Swirly were verily intense reminding me of pre-Apache Dropout band, John Wilkes Booze... Like a mix of Steeley Dan and Captain Beefheart. I procured a Swirly CD with the few remains nag singles in my wallet. After all, they had a broken van, and I wanted a CD. I didn't take it as a joke, nor did I think they even knew it at the time, but the next day I went to listen to the CD but the jewel case was empty. FUCKING GENIUSES!!! Well played Swirly! 

I'm not sure how much more I can say about KILL THE HIPPIES that I haven't consistently said throughout our relationship, Max Bender said it best repeating the mantra of The Neus Subjex: "Kill The Hippies are the best band EVER!" I must mention that the current line-up of KTH is a move toward the hardcore side... I've said that before and I'm saying it again... KTH are now releasing music at an almost regular schedule, of which I am fine with. Their set this night was breakneck fast... The crowd stood before the band ready for sonic execution... Heard some newer cuts from their latest LP and some recent hits like "Dildo" and "My Pussy Will Make You Hot, My Cock Will Drive You Crazy." KTH played with an urgency that was definitely apparent with the van issue being on their mind. The van situation would workout though... As things do... The razors edge between good times and bad times looks non-existent sometimes but it's the line we are all walking. It may seem fucky but KTH were the one who pioneered that edge so the rest of us could play with the whole concept of fun... We are fearful amateurs.

From the road, Morte/KTH writes:

"Cinncinnatti, 2015: now it can be told. Had a great time with everybody playing the Comet Bar with Slugsalt, Zvilles, and  Swirly in the Fryer . Also got to see Shawn Abnoxious and John Lee. Huge shout outs and thanks to Brian Landis, Jody, and Kentucky Mike for all of the hospitality, patience, and wrench turning due to our van breakdown on Thursday. You put us up, entertained us, kept us swimming in beer, fed us, got greasy, and made endless trips to three different parts stores. Without Kentucky Mike, we would've been dead in the water. We got the van running just in time to make our show in Chattanooga at sluggo's north vegetarian cafe (late, but they let us take the final slot). It was worth all the effort - a nice big pile of sweaty punks helped keep our fire lit. Thanks be to Josh from Queerwolf for letting us all crash at his place. Sad part: van still has some issues with the rear transmission seal - so it got a little dicey through the mountains and we had to stop a lot to top it off and maintaining a slower speed than we would've liked. Thus we missed the early evening show at Used Kids in Columbus (show was over at 9pm). Thanks and apologies to our Cbus droogies and droogettes and a big thanks to Jah Nada for setting it up. Glad we made it back without a tow truck though. Swirley in the Fryer are solid dudes and natural borne road dogs. It was not so shitty to be crammed in a metal box with them for three days."

Wednesday, July 1, 2015

Free Range Capture—In Identified Parts (Raw)

'Free Range literature'... A new frontier...  A newer frontier... The raw manifestation of the moment... Perhaps a hard nod toward Abstract Dictation? Sure, all that and more as part of the rediscovery of in-natural literature journeys that were once unimagined. IT IS IMAGINED NOW! Just write what comes to mind... Stream of consciousness... Let the warped sense of what the fundamentals of the so-called 'auto-correct' function be as-if wounded and nearly made inoperable by the hidden agendas of the hash-tag... A psyche free fall of hidden meanings and upmost regard all with words of BOTH kinds; the ones that fit and others that never-will.

Read more. Get weird.
The day of half-men... At the waist, as different to what you would normally do... You would 'target up.' Wanting the golden disc when you haven't yet earn white-disk. The savage beast will not attack. Impoverished... What do we really say on the telekinetic highway. Reliving scenes that mean something being dressed in ISIS cake ... And the question remains! The one thing that they can't equip them all. You win some, you loose more. But let's get back to the vessel disguised and it's really a steak House... The way a Ponderosa... Wester Sizzle. The 80's were fucking weird man! Serious! I thought "I'm not going back... EVER" bwaa-bwaa

Then the more positive refers its head disguised as table salt. "There's just lots of plates around. Take them to. Parallel dimension. Crash the fucking joint and give those screening pieces of shit. Lazy" it turns into a mud slinging contest to see who comes out as a raccoon in heady. Heat daytime. 

The conquest of the empires that fell. Can you reach a psychedelic representation as to what the big deal? Legends come when you need legends. The row of sacrificial 'Axters' who place their head in a caption like the lady to herd earth. So the amounts of money get stuck in a Atmt. That is not an error. War on the streets. Are you safe? Are we safe? Only the ones with orange tape. Only the ones with orange tape

The last physically abler thing to do is proceed away. Fast. On the up drawl. The frontier is loose.