Flush It Friday: Walk In Your Trap
This afternoon will be the 119th edition of Clean, Old Fashioned Hate, the long-running rivalry between the University of Georgia and the Degree-Granting Wing of the Department of Defense North Avenue Trade School Georgia Institute of Technology. Though Buzz won the first matchup between the two schools in 1893 because they cheated, it’s been mostly the Good Guys in the Silver Britches since the 1970s. Let those ugly, cranberry-stuffed feelings flow through you and throw on Some Kind of Hate‘s self-titled EP in preparation. Both this and Undisputed are great forgotten gems of that scene. It’s a fuckin’ shame, man!
It’s time for the death spiral, y’all. Featuring 4 previously unreleased tracks and a bunch of songs from various splits, Eaten Raw is a new compilation from Melbourne’s Incinerated. The vinyl from Me Saco Un Ojo is long sold out, but you can grab the digital (and the rest of the band’s discography) for damn near free. Incinerated play deathgrind in the vein of Mortician and Fluids. Prehistoric, atavistic, predacious. The only wisp of nuance are a few moments of Blood Duster-inspired rock parts. Otherwise, this is some kind of old-fashioned hate that’ll lick the gravy-splattered plate clean as hell.
Here’s a boring sentence: I get very anxious leading up to yesterday’s holiday. Everyone’s family dynamics are uniquely pressurized and idiosyncratically complicated, but even by those measures, my burdens are light. Still, I spent the early part of this week at a constant boil, already up to here with perceived grievances or fantasized difficulties made manifest. And yet, yesterday? Maybe a hiccup or two, sure, but the Packers put it on the Kitties emphatically, the vegan fare was more than fair, and I was asleep by 10. May this beautiful collaboration between zakè and friends guide us through future dyspepsia.
As we all know, Converge announced their latest album Love is Not Enough for February 2026. Such announcements make for mandatory discography dives, and this time around I went for 2006’s No Heroes. Excepting Halo in a Haystack, I doubt there’s a pre-2010s Converge album I’ve listened to less, though “Plagues” is an all-timer and the opening one-two “Heartache” into “Hellbound” is classic. Ultimately, it’s an uneven album, not as great as the two albums on either side, but it’s still Converge. The influence of pg99 and the whole of the Richmond/DC scene is palpable on tracks like “Trophy Scars.”
Two weeks old today, Home Front‘s Watch It Die was perhaps the album that most had my heart racing in anticipation. Ever since lead single “Light Sleeper” became the anthem of the year for living together through whatever, you could feel Edmonton’s Home Front was staging their break out. Earlier albums, as has been noted on this site, repurposed New Order, Depeche Mode, and Suicide for modern moments of strife. While still true, the band is infusing Killing Joke, Blitz, and even a little Ramones into the mix. It all feels eternal. “Fuck All is all that’s left for us.”
It’s time for a baby flush!
365 subbed in for Stick brought us a TMP. Roldy did 2 weeks worth of TTT last week by accident and hid in his nest out of shame.
Toilet Radio episode 593 features Joe n Jordan chattin’ shit. Joe’s wrong about something at 41:48. Ask Spear about it.
That’s all there is to flush this week! Holidays and all that. Hope you’ve got a beautiful weekend ahead. Share your GBUs and holiday stories below!
