A deep dive into virtually any era or region will yield results, see my recent combings of the '10s as an example. And then hit rewind and start digging through the late '00s and see what a few extra years can bring. VIDEO DISEASE dropped this demo in 2008 and then quit after two killer singles the following year - four raw and rough around the edges hardcore punk slammers from folks who would go on to bring us STOIC VIOLENCE, RESPONSE, MONGREL and a host of other hitters during the course of the next decade. This is dirty jeans and leather jacket/s hardcore.  

There's no place like California's Central Valley, and it get gets even more interesting as you travel south towards Los Angeles. Bakersfield is the last bastion of sun baked agricultural freakzone - close enough to the "cool" megalopolis and all of its culture and self assigned relevance to feel within reach....but one hundred miles is a motherfucker, and walking those streets feels more like Madera or Stockton than Hollywood (or San Pedro). What does that mean? Fuck, I'm just a middle aged transplant from Oklahoma rambling on the night before god's birthday over here, but it seems to me that the punk from places that are a little *off* often sounds a lot more *on* if you know what I mean. We're talking about the place that brought Munoz Gym to the punk world. Jerry's Pizza was an institution when I got maced there on New Year's Eve 1998 and is still hosting gigs in its shitty ass basement. Bakersfield is just different, and the punk that comes from there sounds a little rougher around the edges. Enter: SKALV. Fidelity be damned, this five song metallic crust attack from 2015 lands just fukkn right - raw, intense, honest...fukkn brutal. SKALV sounds like sun baked punk working class from a place that's just out of reach. 

I've been on the hunt for the second tape from Baltimore's SHITDOGS OF WAR ever since the abomination known as Songs Of Shit And Hate graced my earholes nearly twenty years ago. But if you are patient, and if you are open...then you might find it where you were never looking. There aren't many like this, and SHITDOGS OF WAR shine even among the few. Raw, messy, murky, irreverent, fierce....the sound of shit. In your ears. It's the way they did it that made (and still makes) them so special; I guess not giving an actual fuck makes all the difference. 

This shit is just fukkn naaaaaasty. Wild and chaotic new century noise punk from the mean streets of Adelaide. I'm not sure what you were expecting, but this SIMFUCKERS outfit is (was?) an absolute disgrace. In other words: You need these sounds in your ear holes. 

Absolute ramshackle scorcher coming at you from the late teens and kicking your fukkn ass. These kids are (were) complete savages...the guitars are from another planet - same guitarist as IN SCHOOL but the riffs and riffing are more unhinged and more honed, which makes no sense, but it's part of what makes this thing such a monster. Listen to Golnar yell "How Do We Remember...?" and know that GAZ is not ahead of you...they're just playing an entirely different game.