Nothing People - "In the City" What a dark, smoky treat this crazy crossbreed of The Beets, The Makers, The Seeds, super-lo-fi Olivia Tremor Control tunes and Sic Alps turned out to be. Smells Like Metal is a distant ... Continue reading

Nothing People are always a welcomed return around here. The band has a proven knack for churning out dark punk deconstructions that somehow still seem to bury a few pop nuggets in the rubble. Smells Like Metal is no exception in that regard; a post-fallout, charred embers laden rocker with their pitch perfect nods to The Twinkeyz and Chrome fully intact. In dire times (or modern times actually) Nothing People's dark, squirming brand of rock seems to make sense. They brandish squall and anxiety like weapons against the ever encroaching tide of the world. They turn their backs [...]

Another WT Release, another retro gaming reverie. This time, with Momentform, whose frozen tornado of synthetic romance delivers us into the elegant halls of a Persian vizier’s palace, whose pixelated gray-scale we traverse in a quest for love, or rather, revelling in our own loneliness and the idea of love, key out of a prison and into a larger prison, whose garish colours will fade corrupted by entropy, whose elysian statues will metamorphose into Castlevanian ghouls, embodiment of realpolitik/realchemie forces that can’t be defeated. This is the beautiful bleakness that poisons cold wave’s escapist chalice, and [...]

Wait, weren't we just here? Like, in 2009? As I hinted at in last year's TDoL year-end extravaganza , making these lists is always a tug-of-war between what feels good and what actually is good. But if it makes you feel good, it must be good ... right? So here's the process: I frantically assemble my list. Move things around. Re-listen to records. Cut one here; add another there. Anxiety sets in. I lose sleep. Get a few more gray hairs. Stop eating solid foods. I don't bathe. I empty out my bank [...]

by kevin diamond Planet Queen (Acoustic Version) - T. Rex Marilyn's Grave - Nothing People Caeser - Ty Segall Marathon - Tennis End Times - Weekend Sitting Here - Slow Animal Summer's Gonna Be [...]

It must have been summer 2005 when I first saw Nothing People . The party had died down, and I decided to go for a walk. The Big Dipper was clear and bright that night; it looked as if you could reach out and touch it. The light came from my left, ripping open the sky-triangular with three tiny, flickering dots of light-and moved much faster than a typical 747. I followed its trajectory for what must have been two seconds before it disappeared into the cold, black night and I ... ... I actually [...]

the telling moment for me on the last nothing people record was the cover of syd barrett’s late night. he said, inside me i feel alone and unreal. and this, this whole enterprise, drenched in the pessimism, gloom and amphetamine-cranked paranoia of kurt vonnegut and philip k. dick, this is what informs nothing people's sci-fi bent. and soft crash, good god. was expecting something special from them (i always do) but nothing prepared me for just how dirty magnificent, how unshiny glorious, [...]

Nothing People continue to traverse the wormhole of sci-fi punk that stems from Chrome through the Twinkeyz and into 2045. Their first album brought the harsh side of weird and then the tempers mellowed a bit for Late Night , but fear not the jagged edge of Orland, CA returns again to gut carcass of punk. Signaling the saucer with a squelch of static that only seems innocent to untrained ears, Nothing People twist the wires and tap into the high density vibes of radiating unease. They become anxiety and then turn it on its head into jittery celebration. [...]

I come to you from the past. I wrote this almost a week ago so that it would reach you in the future ... as we meet here at this very moment in the present. ¿Confundido? As you read these words I am in Guanajuato, Mexico-the birthplace of Diego Rivera -perhaps inside the very house he grew up in ... that or I'm looking at dead people at the Museo de las Momias . And there's a very good chance I have a cold Negra Modelo in one hand [...]

All right, well the singles cup overflows this week as I've got so many great 7"s my hands are tired from flipping them over. A lot of solid contenders make their way into light this week and a few old favorites simply prove why they've gotten such well deserved praise around here in the past. Open those wallets and set the speed to 45. Sonny and the Sunsets – The Hypnotist b/w Stranded 7" Four new cuts from a voice we've [...]

Been a while since I've put up a Friday Finds, and since I've got too much music on my hands and not enough time to write anything substantive about it (and anyway most people just want music, and a lot of it) so here you go. Lots of gems on this one. Caravan - Silver Strings Sonny And The Sunsets - Too Young To Burn Beautiful Swimmers - Swimmers Groove (final) [...]

What did you say, Dearest Friends? It's almost February?? Gadzooks! How did that happen?? Oh well, I suppose it's not yet too late to extend you my heartfelt wishes for a faaabulous 2010, one full of everything that your wonderful hearts desire and that your beautiful souls need. Truth be told, most [...]
What is the future without the past? Give me a simple answer to the question, "What is time?" Lovely all these nonsense shapes that words can form, isn't it? Let's slow it down a bit then. Focus. A bunch of "stuff" happened in the past. Some of that stuff is music. After letting that music [...]
New column from Brandon of We Fought The Big One! Punk, Post-Punk, Rock and Roll, Jazz, Avant Garde, Rap and any other genre that sprung up in the 20th century never made a total break from any existing tradition. They only, in their own ways, redefined traditions and/or played with them. Sometimes this was done lovingly; sometimes not so lovingly. But ultimately, by tradition, one of these untraditional new sounds would be pressed up on vinyl as all other sounds before. These were then circulated to the unsuspecting [...]
I feel like a doof for being completely un-fucking-aware that Nothing People dropped a doosey of a jam hive earlier this year until I read Joel Hunt's review in LEO and got stoked. Late Night is a definite departure from Anonymous . The sound is richer - less spastic and noisy - and straddles the median between tremolo-saturated acid rock and shoegaze. Sure, the tone of this equation sounds like a drugged-induced exercise, but Nothing People keeps the songs focused and concise. This is a group that truly loves and understands Piper [...]

It seems strange, since Late Night comes so close on the heels of their last album, that Nothing People's sound should take such a shift in such a short span of time. The basic elements that made Anonymous are there, but this album seems to have had a bit of a polish both in production and approach. Part of what really appealed to me about Nothing People's first album was the disparate nihilism and sci-fi angle that they seemed to pull out of their professed love of Chrome and The Twinkeyz. Late Night still [...]

I've got my gas mask ready. What about you? In the interest of preparedness in these uncertain times, the incomparable @ NotNotoriousBIG on Twitter has procured a mask for you all to wear. The graphic below is a PNG file with transparent background, so all you gots to do is take your profile picture from your preferred social network, open it in the graphics program of your choice, and paste that lil' dude about the mouth and nose regions. Can't be too careful when it keeps looking like some 28 Days Later shit's gettin' ready [...]
this has got nocturnal written all over it, in grubby neon murk. the vibe here's one of late night migraines and the relentless fug of cigarette smoke. the light at the end of the tunnel is the brief flare of a struck match. it's 2.30am and the world is drunk and weary and hoarse. that's [...]
We trash lost in a nebulous fog of psyche and distortion, blinded by blurry lights which shine first left then right, like the flashing eyes of a probing Cyclops. Our legs are lacerated by the acid spikes of unnatural flowers which rise strange and proud in the red soil, we ...

I think full contact St. Patrick's Day would me more interesting, don't you? Rather than simply pinching someone who wasn't wearing green, you mow them down with your car. It's a good style. Speaking of good styles, here's a quick and dirty mix of music that traces the general trajectory of slamming car bombs all night - from the good time to the sickness. The picture above is, indeed, the Chicago River. I definitely recommend going to Chicago for St. Patty's Day and also, surprisingly, Savannah, Georgia. Savannah's celebration is huge and amazing (with better weather), and if [...]