The OXMEN Cometh {2015, goodbye}

The Oxmen cometh

Who in their right mind would have predicted this?

In the midst of a build-up of 70’s, 80’s , 90’s and today’s collective angst, just a few individuals feel brazen enough to stand up and spit themselves out at society and stomp on the balls it represents.

Just a few is enough.
As per Facebook ‘chatter’
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rock. in a forest. in the red zone.
christchurch. reborn after takeoff and crash.

cathedral crisis. portaloos everywhere,
people livin’ like they just don’t care.
Grade school grades are goin’ down like the ages
Take-off pill sales are simply outrageous
nobody does nought for fear of the aegis
sons of the silent age live in cages,
wear brass monkey caps and play rock of ages
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Straight to Hell :: album :: SHOES THIS HIGH

reprinted from: https://www.midheaven.com/item/straight-to-hell-by-shoes-this-high-lp

STH LP Rear
STH LP Rear

While Shoes This High’s existence was a mere glint in the eye of Father Time (a year or more, tops), they made every second count, stalking the New Zealand post-punk landscape—both North and South islands—with ravenous abandon. For most fans, their legend and reputation rest solely on the strength of one highly formidable (and collectable) self-released 7-inch EP from 1981. And as anyone with ears who’s had the good fortune to come in contact with its jagged, scabrous genius can attest, the cry invariably rings out afterward: “Mein Gott, is this all there is?” In the 30-plus years since its initial release, the answer has been a most unflinching “yes.”

That is, until Siltbreeze tapped into the massive tape library of famed New Zealand underground music archivist Bob Sutton, who had in his possession a white-hot live scorcher of the group, culled from a set that went down at the infamous Billy the Club way back when. Straight to Hell showcases a band at the peak of their menacing powers.

[Deceased] Guitarist Kevin Hawkins slashes and rips strings from his ax like a mad butcher; the rhythm section of Jessica Walker and Christopher Plummer is par excellence, while the sneering, contemptuous vocals of singer S. Brent Hayward spit like poison darts above the swagger.

Expertly sequenced by Jared Phillips (Times New Viking), Straight to Hell is a most welcome and astonishingly great artifact that delivers in buckets a shivering, toxic rain you always knew had fallen.

Vinyl comes with a digital download of the complete album plus the four studio tracks from the original 1981 EP. One-time edition of 500—buy now or cry later.

MP3 samples, flac and other formats:
https://www.midheaven.com/item/straight-to-hell-by-shoes-this-high-lp

Just out of embargo : Bott 13 – Came a Bott Friday – installment 1

bott13Te ‘Came a Bott Friday’ album was released sometime in 1987 and is also sometimes referenced as Bott 13 … te pota tiritina… enjoy!

1a Wake Of A Sinner

1b I Am The Seed

1c Yours Severely

1e Beats Under The Rocks S

1f Zion Steamroller S

2a Violence & Half-Uncles S

2b Too Much Beer–Too Little Sleep S

2c Dick’s Riff

2d Happy Ever After

2e Sondheim’s Serenade

2f The Devil Went Down To Woodstock S

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Axemen – The Schrödingers cat of New Zealand Music?

State Trinity Centre, Christchurch, 2011In an age of uncertainty, spare a thought for those trapped in the twilight zone. The place no-one wants to be but secretly wants to be more than anything. The only place anything really happens.Call it neither here nor there, being ‘between jobs’, re-evaluating your life, changing focus, whatever the label its where you want to be.

Being neither here nor there isn’t just a fence-sitting compromise or a sign of indecisiveness, a smite on yr character, but a real fact of life for most people in most things. For the busy, toiling away to scrape up the rent then coming home to tend the kids thinking time is an unattainable luxury… for the idle rich and the idle poor it is a boring chore… in reality it is the most valuable thing that can be imagined.

I received my $2.53 APRA cheque today, after selling my house to raise enough money to comp bob and tour the US a couple of years back. CNN commandeered my song for their sports section. Bob didn’t credit me for the iconic one-note guitar bit in ‘nutsack’. He calls me a few months before saying he’s upset he thinks his girlfriend is cheating on him then proceeds to chase ass and drugs across the states using her money while she takes his kids to her dads funeral back in NZ. But thats what being edgy is about… its only a crime (sic) if its boring. And sometimes it is.

Luckily some people can rise above it and live worthwhile lives, slaves to no-one and no thing. Most can’t. Some can only dream about it. Suicide is a copout. Life is worth living if you don’t shit all over everything of true value and value everything which is true shit.

the axemen are the Schrödingers cat of New Zealand music primarily because they are in an unreachable zone, a sensory Tardis of existence packaged neatly into an extended singularity, from which all greatness would extend on observation but to do so would freeze their work in a ‘snapshot’ , a single frame of a neverending movie.

Enjoy the trailer but stay on the channel.