If you don’t subscribe to Naked Security from Sophia, you really should. I’d say 6 of 10 of the emails they send to me are pretty entertaining even if they’re covering topics I’ve already heard about and digested.
Usually I don’t even click through the email but did today for reasons that I can’t remember and near the end of the web version was astounded by the inclusion of videos from Sleep, Monolord, and the Melvins. It’s nice to see some familiar faces in security newsletters.
I’ve been quiet for an extended stretch. I think that utter inertia and borderline despair that affected so many folks during the various lockdowns, open back ups, and subsequent hasty retreats that we’ve lived through over the past year finally settled on me in a bigger way than I ever could have anticipated. I’ve been a wreck lately. Most nights I am in bed before 9 PM because I can’t think of a single good reason to stay awake and I’m exhausted about it.
The pulverizing Primitive Man put out a monolithically heavy record this year that is so perfect for this dark and claustrophobic year that it’s almost too on the nose. I’ve listened to this record a ton since it was released and it cathartic if only by proxy. I’ve barely picked up a guitar since the real lockdowns started and when the hope of this just being a month or two lark started to dissipate. Give them a couple of listens. They’re a local band for me for whatever that is worth. Maybe grab some stuff from their Bandcamp as well since folks gotta eat.
Soul Glo’s Songs To Yeet At The Sun was released a couple of whiles ago but I was reminded of it recently by some mentions in a few places that usually bring my increasingly unhip awareness to new-ish things. Often I shoo those flashes away for later but when those things hit the review section at Pitchfork then I know I’m fucking up to see something as ferocious as this record via the grimy underworld where waxing academic about mediocre bedroom folk records is somehow okay. Listen to this song, buy the record, and read the goddamn lyrics.
Instruments were recorded on an iPhone for fucks sake and still this sounds energized and vital. The vocals come from one of my all time favorites:
Most of the music that really resonates (ha!) with me is guitar driven. This is also generated through a guitar with an insane amount of signal processing and other stupid guitar tricks to produce experimental nightmare music that, for me at least, goes somewhere definite sonically:
I’d love to see what the signal path for this rig looks like.
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