Photos by: Jay Beadnell
Photos by: Jay Beadnell
Photos by: Jay Beadnell
Learning To Breathe
1 Billion Out Of 10
Review by: Bam Bam Stegall
There are no words that my mouth can formulate that will possibly give this brief, but “oh-so-amazing” album the credit it deserves, but I just want to go on record, since I have this huge yet close-knit family here at SomeKindofMedia, as saying; “This is simply the most genre-crossing, instantly likable, catchy-yet-brutal pieces of future Rock History that you will have ever heard up until now!” I honestly believe, if everything keeps going the way it is with fans of all sorts of great rock music being offered in so many little cliquey categories, whatever you want to call this “style” that Cyborg Octopus has faceplanted on us in this brilliant and borderline genius effort; “Learning To Breathe”, will become the norm of attack on New Rock and Active Rock formats. It simply has to because EVERYTHING else has been done before; this...HASN’T!!!! Don’t believe me? Listen to “DiscoBrain!” just once and if your mind is still the same about your current favorite style of Rock music afterward; you are simply in for an even bigger shock when I’m right about this in 5-years. I also have even fewer words about the fact that this band isn’t signed yet and this entire, seven-song maelstrom of audio amazement was created by them on their own. I’m just mindblown and I really think you, the reader, will be too.
THE Highest Rating you will see out of me this year. No doubt, you can already plug this in as my 2016 Album Of The Year! Word to your mutha!
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Anna Stesia come to me
Talk to me, ravish me
Liberate my mind
Tell me what you think of me
Praise me, craze me
Out this space and time
So I've been good all day.
Reading all the stories, all the inspiration that the Purple One gave to so many.
And it didn't hurt. It wasn't like Merle's passing. Not until I saw Corey Taylor perform Purple Rain the night of Prince's death at First Avenue in Minneapolis (you can see it below)
I have been a Prince fan since 82 when I first saw 1999 on Mtv. I was blown away. It wasn't my cup of tea normally, I was still deep into Country but there was something about Prince, and Wendy and Lisa that stirred something in me.
I immediately went out and bought the album. The music was intoxicating.
I soon went and purchased Dirty Mind and Controversy.
And when Purple Rain came out I was first in line for the album and for the movie.
Prince opened my ears to something new, something I had never heard, but he did something else... He taught me. Not about sex, but about sexuality, sensuality, and spirituality. His music was the closest thing to fucking for me.
It was a style, a force, an entity to be reckoned with.
His music, his style, his guitar playing, his lyrics, just oozed sexuality. And his voice, was pure sensuality.
It was puzzling for a 13 year old to sense this from another man. But Prince wasn't just another man... Prince was Fucking PRINCE.
I remember hanging out in 87 with some 'older' girls who worked at Wet Seal at the mall.
Sign O’ The Times came out and you couldn’t pry those cassettes out of my hand or out of my stereo.
I learned an important lesson with that album. Girls LOOOOOOOOOOVED Prince. And if you had some Prince, and you liked Prince, then the girls liked you.
My mixtape of Prince essentially fucking on tape was pure pussy magnet. There was a magic that came out of the speakers and girls just dropped the panties. No liquor, no pot, no begging needed.
That all changed though in 1988 when Lovesexy dropped. That fucking disc was one long song. You had to listen to the WHOLE thing to hear one particular song if you owned the CD.
Genius marketing really.
Anna Stesia was the 4th ‘track’ on the album. I was in San Francisco. I was in pure lust and infatuation with a woman 10 years older than me. And Anna Stesia was teaching me about bi-sexuality, androgyny, re-teaching me about sensuality, and a higher love. A god’s love, not your ‘god’ but the god/goddess of love.
Again, the man opened my eyes to something more. Just an openness, a way to be a light, to give and nor worry about the take, to just be, accept and be accepted.
And then the Batman Soundtrack. That changed the way music was used/marketed in and for movies forever. That was huge. A mad scientist in a lab is how I picture Prince in the studio. And he came out with some of the funkiest licks he ever put down.
The man released an album almost EVERY YEAR. Almost. Even fighting his label, and changing his name he still released albums. He was prolific, even if he didn’t always hit the mark.
I joined the Navy, and Prince got a new band. To me it was never as good as it was with The Revolution. There were good songs here and there, but it just wasn’t the same.
In 2011 I had the chance to finally see Prince live. It was 2 hours plus of amazing music. He and his band just KILLED it. It was magic to behold. There was an encore, and then the lights came up. We were front row, so we could never really see the full stage as it was so high, so we went up in the venue to take some pictures of the stage, which was in the middle of the arena shaped like his symbol. As we stood there taking pictures, the band slowly came back out. And then Prince came out and did the most killer version of DMSR I’ve ever heard. With all the lights up, with almost 90% of the crowd gone. We were all pressed up against the stage (we weren’t allowed near the stage during the show.) It was a special moment, and one that I will never forget. It was the best part of the night. A little gift from an incredible artist to his fans.
Regardless of how or why Prince died, he will always be remembered for the copious amounts of music he gave us. There is a vault, with more music than he ever released just waiting to be heard I’ve read.
And so tonight I sit in a hotel room in Dallas, TX. The buildings downtown are purple to honor and respect the man that has given us all so much. Taught us all so much about music, about love, about sensuality, sexuality, and spirituality. And listening to a facsimile of my old Prince mixtape. Wishing it were 1999 again and we could all just party the light fantastic with the Purple One again.
"We could live for a little while
If you could just learn to smile
You and I could fly away, fly away."
5 Out Of 10
Review by: Bam Bam Stegall
Let’s go ahead and take care of those of you that just want a couple words of advice to decide whether this is worth your purchase...Yes, it’s a GOOD record, not even close to a great record and not even close to what you expect from FILTER. There you have it.
For those of you that want some reasoning; here you go; if you miss Richard Patrick as the driving force behind early Nine Inch Nails you’ll love lead off single “Mother E” with its NIN shred factor and a nod to early Nitzer Ebb (yes, I said NITZER fuckin’ EBB, what about it?) Industrial “clank”. If you loved the shred-factor that was Filter’s debut “Short Bus”, you’ll dig “Nothing In My Hands”. If you miss the guy who made you wonder how a scream so vile and piercing wouldn’t slice through your throat, cuddle up to Title Of Record throwback “City Of Blinding Riots”. Then, take the rest of the album and toss it out the window on the way to work in the morning and pray that those not in the “Filter Know” won’t find it.
Album in stores now and at your favorite cyber-retailer. Gets an “Eh/Iffy” from me, and unfortunately, I’m a fan. There you have it, again!
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D1Music / ORGYMusic
8.5 Out Of 10
Review by: Bam Bam Stegall
Counting myself an early fan of this late 90’s Alt/Industrial/Dance/Rock band, I was super happy to see that they were going to be releasing this and doing a tour with yet another one of my favorites in this genre, Filter. Well, looks like the ORGY boys have done a much better job than their tour mates with their release because “Talk Sick” is light years ahead of Sir Richard Patrick’s band’s disappointing effort. Maybe Filter should have taken a tip and kept the track listing shorter, that way you run less of a risk of force-feeding your fans shitty tunes and acting as if they should like them. The ORGY effort is only seven tracks, however, every one of them are superb! Fans of Dope (I guess both the band and weed...), DeadOrAlive and Marilyn Manson will have this one on repeat for a few weeks. I’ve had the damned thing less than 24-hours and I’ve spun it at least a dozen times and don’t plan on stopping for a while.
The album kicks off with the title track and very fittingly gets things started on a blazing note. Sounding like something that resulted from a Kraftwerk, Manson, Duran-Duran car crash; the genre doesn’t really get much better than this. “Spells” follows up with familiar ORGY synthesized 80’s throwback style. Possessing probably the strongest chorus in their entire musical catalog, this makes one wonder why the hell the band took such a long hiatus from the early 2000’s until now. The writing is still obviously very strong. Sounding like something out of Edsel Dope’s twisted mind, “Suck It” complete with its ‘I don’t wanna love you; we can fuck the night away!’ chorus will bridge a few gaps in the fan demo by being an obvious hit with the entire 12yr - 35yr demographic and above (for older than 45yr old fucks like me who still listen to this shit and LOVE it!). “Wide Awake And Dead”, a slightly medium tempo Depeche Mode-meets-Icehouse club dance number with a kind of cool Dub-Step breakdown in the middle before breaking into that damned infectious chorus they always seem to create effortlessly. I wasn’t really a huge fan of “Come Back”, but seriously, think about this; every album has to have that one song that you like the least, so just consider this one; mine. That’s all. It doesn’t suck, by any means, just not as good as the others. Dig? The boys bounce back in spades with “G Face”, again; complete with one of those motherfucking choruses that I sing every time I hear silence. How the hell do they do that? Thank God they don’t overload your senses much longer, the album closer comes in the form of “Monster In Me” which is the most Pop of all the tunes, but very likable even by an old Hard Rocker like myself. It’s not boy bandish, but more like a ‘vanilla Drake’ with Chester Bennington taking the lead on the chorus. There’s nothing to not love here, gang. I’m gonna go ahead and say you need to grab this one with my Highest Recommendations. Fans of any of the aforementioned bands, you fuckers need to haul ass now and hit their website, http://www.orgymusic.com where they are exclusively selling this album as a download or physical CD. Catch them on the Make America Hate Again Tour with Filter, Vampires Everywhere and Death Valley High.
Hand Of The Tribe
Independent Self Release
9 Out Of 10
Review by: Bam Bam Stegall
Smoking, cool-ass music from the Boston Active Rockers that boast a shredding, boob- laden hottie on guitars (Emily Grogan) and a singer (also second guitarist) in Dave “Henrock” Henriquez unlike anything I’ve heard of late. The best way I can describe his insanely powerful attack that he frequently tones down to an almost “not so tone deaf” Eddie Vedder for the verses, is that of just a natural born singer. I’ve known people like this personally and it’s eerie as hell to just watch then powerfully belt out everyday little ditties like “Happy Birthday” and shit like that. It’s crazy! You can see how easily he handles all the notes while pushing them full-force from his chest by watching any of the live videos on YouTube.
“Indigitalis” opens with a very heavy romp called “Everything Is Love” which I honestly had to hit the REPEAT button on a couple times because it was so damn amazing to listen to this band groove on a solid riff, which luckily, they allow for with some nice little gaps in the tunes that just let the riff idle like a sweet AC/DC daydream! Now “When I’m Gone” is the sickest Metal-injected “Physical Graffiti”-era Zeppelin lick I’ve heard since Kingdom Come’s “Get It On”. The difference, however, is that Hand Of The Tribe’s product fits a hell of a lot better with the more Metal-Minded, like myself. Don’t expect the fellas and little six-string murdering young lady to not show some skills on a slower tempo passage; “Moonwalk” is the perfect blend of post-Grunge melancholy with a touch of modern production that almost gives it a Chris Cornell flavor when he was fronting that Y2K atrocity, Audioslave, however H.O.T.T. don’t wank that pseudo-urban street sound as much as they just capture the vocal performance. I’m telling you, this dude’s voice is amazing. Now, my least favorite track is probably ONLY because I have a massive hatred for Scott Stapp’s voice and there are times when Henrock sounds way too close to that trainwreck for me to ignore it long enough to get to the amazing guitar solo and closing riff breakdown (which is crazy good!). Other than that; all you Mudvayne, Tool, Disturbed and HellYeah fans start scrambling now to your computers and order this priceless little gem. I’m mindblown that they aren’t signed yet, but I’m thinking with the quality of this recording and the equally as well-produced video of the single, “Everything Is Love”, that won’t last too long. This one is definitely worth supporting and gets my Very Highly Recommended Rating!
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Interview: AREJAY HALE of Halestorm talks favorite albums, Corey Taylor and being a roadie for his wife
Halestorm Drummer, Arejay Hale, gives SomeKindOfMedia.com an exclusive interview backstage from the Halestorm/Lita Ford Tour and talks about his 5-Favorite Albums Of All Time, Playing drums and hanging out with Stone Sour/Slipknot vocalist Corey Taylor, his favorite drummers, touring, recording and his wife's band that he "sometimes roadies for"!
Give it a listen....
And check out Arejay's great drum 'solo' with Bobby Rock from Lita Ford's band!
Toy Called God
Dirt On Your Coffin
7 Out Of 10 Stars
Holy Godsmack with early Vince Neil on vocals, Batman! I mean that in the most respectful way as it’s not a total copycat band I’m referring to here; just similarities that are very respectable and noteworthy, especially guitarist Patrick Donvan’s incredible Rombola-esque solos. Hell, even the production has that first Godsmack sound to it, right down to the cannon-blasting Sully-meets-Dave Grohl bass drums. Hailing from the little Getting Away With Murder town of Brentwood, California, the playfully named Toy Called God have the added advantage of when they decide to turn it down, for example the very melodic “Numb In A Bottle”, vocalist Marcus Lance is completely capable of shedding the circa ’82 Crue voice for one similar to Jonny Hetherington from Art Of Dying which perfectly lends itself to the moderately abrasive crooning necessary for the Active Rock Radio genre. Favorite tunes are definitely the heavily ‘Smack influenced lead-off, “False Prophet”, “Warning Shot” and the murderous title track “Dirt On Your Coffin”.
The album dropped on Friday, April 8th, Worldwide; a successful U.S. tour is key for the boys as I imagine they’ll be very graciously accepted by the rock club crowds nationwide, but will surely go unnoticed for good if they don’t get their asses in front of those little rockin’ fuckers! Recommended for fans of the current roster of Rock Radio standouts; Godsmack, Tremonti and Pop Evil.