Flush It Friday: I’m Gonna Fuck This Flag
Just like a true member of the Christmas Adventurer Club.
Sometimes things just sound like the things people tell you they sound like. Convulse Records describes Zero 2 Dust, the new EP from Toronto’s Head Crack, as crackling with the energy and vitality of Cause for Alarm–era Agnostic Front. The initial emergence of crossover stems from the mid-’80s, and you can certainly hear it on tracks like “The Fix.” Thrashy riffs, squealing solos, sneering punk attitude. It’s all there. Then you get standout “A.E.I.” and the tempo starts stompin’ cracks in the dance floor. If Head Crack is cracking off a new retro movement, I’ll lace up my vegan Docs.
Anal Trump is back and raising money for the Immigrant Defense Project and the National Immigration Law Center with 74 seconds of grinding bullshit. Last night as we were leaving the first round of playoffs of the winter season of beer-league whale-shit softball, some guy from another team (who we beat) who smokes Cowboy Killers in 2026 started relativizing the history of the KKK against “black-on-black” violence. We were talking about a park. People are fucking psychotic. The lathe-cuts are sold out but throw them digital dollars and remember most people are good while some very much aren’t. Fuck ICE.
Unlike hardcore that sounds like other hardcore, I am ill-equipped to describe the breadth of ideas on Nostalghia’s Void Ecstasy, released via Fiadh on a beautiful black marble cassette. Reviews of previous albums cite bands I don’t listen to. When I say that this is “prog-black,” I want you to take every letter of that description and make a universe out of it. Within each of those universes, there is room for Opethian moments, for Imperial Triumphant weirdness, for moments that remind me of fucking Coheed & Cambria, for a kind of star-scattered eclecticism. A record deserving of widespread attention.
LET’S FLUSH!
You better be reading TMP and TTT.
Finally, someone on Toilet ov Hell has the fuckin’ huevos to stand up society’s true victims: unbelievably rich and aggressively untalented aggrieved white people. Brock gives five glittering Bibles to Grantley Bilbert and company.
Gage has an early review for the forthcoming Varials. Four flaming toilets! (I’ve never listened to this band.)
Hayduke X shares an Everlasting Spew exclusive that, if you can believe this, absolutely smokes. Foetorem has the goods, y’all. Mark it at 2:30. God damn.
Exclusive Track Premiere: Foetorem’s “Mors Viaturis – The Death Traveler”
Toilet Radio 607 is a special one, as Joe sits down with legends A Wilhelm Scream. May expertly written melodic hardcore never die.
Brock, full of piss and vinegar and America after mainlining Rob Ritchie Sunday night, hucked four flaming toilets at the new Fossilization. I can’t wait to tuck in this weekend.
Sean Ghoulson has four flaming toilets for the latest from recent upstarts Exhumed. Early returns say these young guns might make it big one day!
Hayduke X is a MACHINE and he enjoyed the latest from Ashbringer:
That’s one helluva week in the Bowl, folks! Keep each other safe. Have a beautiful weekend. Share your GBUs. All my love.
