Record #613: Moving Mountains – Pneuma (2007)

The marriage of post rock and post hardcore shouldn’t have come as a surprise to anyone. After all, the roots of each are closely intertwined: post rock godfathers Slint came out of the punk and hardcore scene of early 90s Kentucky. Unwed Sailor was founded out of the husk of Tooth & Nail post hardcore outfit Roadside Monument.

But still, when the horns and glockenspiels of “Aphelion” give way to screamed vocals and pounding chords, it’s a bit of a surprise. And as this record continues to weave between the purest forms of each genre, it doesn’t get any less unexpected.

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Record #612: Helms Alee – Sleepwalking Sailors (2014)

If a mad scientist were to somehow map out my tastes and set about designing my ideal album to lure me into some sort of trap, on paper that siren’s call would sound a bit like “nautically themed sludge metal/shoegaze/post rock/indie rock hybrid.”

But playing through speakers, that idea is even more alluring—not unlike the diver toward the light of the giant angler fish on the cover, I cannot resist this record. I hadn’t even finished my initial listen before purchasing a copy.

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Record #610: Melvins – Houdini (1993)

Across music history, there are scattered acts that never got the mainstream attention that they deserved, but they influenced legions of bands.

Bands like The Velvet Underground, of which it was once said, “[they] didn’t sell many records, but everyone who bought one went out and started a band.”

Among slow, lurching metallurgists, few bands are is influential as the Melvins.

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Record #606: Mott the Hoople – Mott (1973)

In 1964, when tasked with defining hardcore pornography, Justice Potter Stewart stated, “I know it when I see it.”

In many ways, glam rock faces the same taxonomic difficulty. I’m not sure I could ever dissect and identify the specific elements that make something glam rock. I have tried and failed many times to explain to someone what makes Electric Warrior by T. Rex such a perfect record. I just know that when glam hits, few things are sweeter.

And Mott by Mott the Hoople is sweet.

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