TERMINAL ESCAPE

More of the same, this time from Chile.

Another shining example of the resilience and infinite international appeal of Y2K fastcore and DIY hyper thrash.

It's a one person project, and it projects the need that the very existence of a solo project implies.

Don't know why this band only popped onto my radar last week, but I am always happy for a new flash obsession.

Another deadly collection of old school street jams from Lowrider Magazine.

Gloriously manic early '00s political crust from 2025 New Zealand.

Who does this?

New Wave Theatre was a television variety show broadcast in (or "from") Los Angeles in the '80s.

More mania from Indonesia - this time in the form of some way under the radar raw Indonesian street crust.

Full throttle Indonesian street crust - consistent and brutal.

I worked on it a bit, but the replication is shit and the first 6min are real murky but stick with KIROT and you'll be rewarded.

I avoid streaming music services for all of the obvious reasons, but I got free access to one of the recently and I've spent a bit of time diving into things I wouldn't otherwise spend time with (and also listening to a lot of SUICIDAL TENDENCIES).

I don't have words here, even though and especially because I'm hopelessly drawn to this shit.

This is the shit, y'all.

Rewind two decades from yesterday's CRIME 84 post and you'll find turn of the century Indonesian street punks blazing their own trails.

Sharp and earnest UK82 influenced chaos punk from Indonesia - there's something about CRIME 84 that keeps grabbing me even though they check all of the boxes just a little too well if you know what I mean.

You ever listen to something and feel like it's probably best if you never meet the humans responsible for it?

I picked this up on a whim because......well just look at the shit.

Gloriously dark instrumental broodsCome for the cat on the cover, stay for the gloriously dark driving instrumental broods.

It was a Pointless Fest, and honestly it might have been my first one.

A few weeks ago I was eating a burrito in the Mission and this nice dude casually slid a few tapes across the tabla as we chatted between scoops of salsa verde.

A while back, someone casually mentioned that they thought BIG were the hottest new hardcore band in the Bay Area.

Total fucking noisecore nonsense.

As stated countless times: the compulsion is the draw, the results are the prize. 75 minutes of improvisational and/or experimental noise and/or sounds from Ange and Max.

When I posted a tape-trader version of this tape a dozen years ago, it was the first time I had consciously listened to BROKEN BONES.

Absolutely fucking demented hollow tupa-mania from Southern California.

I've said it a thousand times, but goth punk is better when it's punk.

I ripped this one in the spring - a tape from Pat's collection that I had every intention of sharing 20 years after it was recorded.

Is there a place for pained, deliberate solo improvisational electronics in your life?

Why not continue on a theme, right?

Describing DRUCK makes me feel like an amateur sommelier talking about a bottle of cabernet.

I went to see The Hole Truth And Nothing Butt tonight, and it hit fucking hard.

It's Friday, so here's another collection of songs from bands that I had never heard of before I popped Killed By Gerd in the deck for the first time a few weeks ago.

Look at the cover and look at the logos....then look at the photos that are placed beneath this text.

Finding cool things I've never heard of is cool, but sometimes finding cool things I've never heard of but I feel like I should have heard of is sometimes even cooler.

I write these words on the evening of August 24th (composing tomorrow's post tonight...I do this sometimes).

Sometimes things feel bad and you want to hear something that sounds destructive.

Misanthropic deconstructed bleak and/or avant black metal/punk adjacent sounds..

Gloriously epic Indonesian stadium crust from 2017 that would have destroyed a musty Midwestern US basement in 2004.

All of the praise I showered on last Friday's Astral Maps collection apply here as well.

Damn if this doesn't embody the misanthropic abrasive old school USHC of the 2010s.

PESTILENT ENDEAVORS isn't for everyone.

I understand that some Friends Of The Escape might be seeking a blast or raw, mysterious and misanthropic black metal released in 2022?

I like the mysterious ones, the ones you have to listen to intently to really understand what they're doing and/or where they're coming from.