I'LL TALK ABOUT A SANDWICH - Ep.103 Ft. Mike (Sunburster), Marc Greene & Phil (Ground)

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HOMEWORK ASSIGNED:
Mike:
Doug Stanhope - Careful What You Wish For (This Is Not Happening)
Drugdealer - Hiding In Plain Sight
Straight To Hell - S/T Demo 2024
Marc:
Victory Styles Comp #4
Z.O.N.E. - Zero Option Nuclear Ending
Phil:
Sully - S/T
Dennis:
Andy Haines - The Suggested Special
Instruction - God Doesn't Care
Tommy:
J.P. McDade - In Brooklyn
Kickback - No Surrender

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My two cents:
First cent... I don't have a problem with white folk talking about rap if they're talking about rap that said white folk can rap along to. That's the only caveat for me. It's a language allowance. If you only listen to Eminem and Macklemore and MF Doom, good for you, boat shoes, have at it. I don't mind some rap, myself. but I know that if I listen to too many n-bombs, they become part of my inner monologue. I don't need Busta Rhymes on loop in my head while I'm doing the dishes, because that internally normalizes words that I am not allowed to say. Recipe for disaster, that.
Second cent... I don't have a problem with people who are not at all athletic dissecting the game or the fight. Knowing the ins and outs of a thing does not require participating in the thing. The fattest of the fats can study and review and analyze just as well as someone with a 32" waist. I might not be able to play at all, but I can study music theory. This same argument comes up in regard to parenting. People who are are never keen on being critiqued by childless adults. But we ALL had parents, we can ALL analyze and review and study the best way to handle a thing. Not all marriage counselors are married, it doesn't mean they don't know anything about conflict resolution or unrealistic expectations or etc.
Anthony:
Harry Settel. Why the Suburbs Freak Me Out. The Noughties look of a longsleeve under a tee and a prepubescent haircut combined with autistic hard blinks and belly touches make this guy a weird feckin watch, man. He was all right. No one I'll look up again. 4/10
Demonstrate. Demonstration 2024. Designated moshers, only. Be careful out there, kiddos, you'll hurt y'selves. I can't really detail why, but I liked the last few minutes the most. 5.5/10
Husker Du. Zen Arcade. Purple spiked mohawks, denim, and wallet chains and then petershams, sweater vests, and suspenders and then skinny ties, houndstooth, and combat boots and then Trent Reznor is antiquing Lustmord and then Motorhead is hollerin at the Sex Pistols and then everyone drops acid and thrashes and trashes the place and then they flirt with Sabbath doom before saying "psyche" and leaning back into a solo and then mustaches, peacocking, and flower print button-downs and then grunge stands by the sea and jams a little and then harpsichords, pianos, and silence and then reversed playback, subliminal messages, and séances and then distortion, distortion, and distortion and then a 14-minute instrumental freakout. A better-than-expected 7.5/10 (Curiously, just because y’all brought concept albums up in the homework discussion, this IS a concept album… I wrote this sentence .7 seconds before Sleepy Phil mentioned this very fact.)
Meat Puppets. II. Album opener, "Split Myself in Two", does this album a real disservice. I was quite worried about the rest of its forty-eight minutes being a serious challenge. (It wasn't until I noticed repeats that I was listening to the expanded version.) They're a lot more palatable when they're doing the alt-rock/blues via Zeppelin, Americana/folk via Nick Cave, Sid-era Pink Floyd jelly jams. Then a track like "New Gods" sounds like if Neil Young listened to a lot of Ween. Or Slint. Pitchfork called it "acid-addled cowpunk", and I think that's pretty spot on. Kurt and co. didn't do too bad with those covers that I played to death either. "Lake of Fire" is still one of my favorites. I might even someday listen to this again. 6.5/10
Larry:
Omegas. Blasts of Lunacy. Yeah, I'm a'ight. 3.5/10
Dennis:
Dave Attell vs Zac Amico vs Sean Patton | Story Warz | Episode 006: High School Stories. (I hate Vos, so there was no chance I was watching that episode. Almost watched the Ian, Foley, and Joe episode, but it's just sex stories and I couldn't care less about watching standups talk even more about sex...) This was way more fun than I thought it was going to be. I'd never heard of or seen Zac before, but he was a heavy-hitter with the wit. Not sure if I'll ever watch another one. Maybe the Ari ep. I think I'd really enjoy seeing Sam Tallent on it. 6.5/10
Call For Unity Compilation #2. Die My Will's "Golden Calf" was the standout, but All Out War weren't bad either. There were definitely a few stinkers. My Body, My Blood's "Better Things" and Drowning Room's "Most Dangerous Game" were pretty fucking hard to get through, but Relentless' "React" was the only one I absolutely HAD to skip. It still lasted until 0:43. (Vocals kicked in at 0:42...) Are Atlas Shrugged allowed to even BE hardcore with their five-minute-long "The Haze Control"? 3/10
Tommy:
Elisabeth Shue. Butthole Money. With how well she’s kept herself together since she left Vegas, I 100% believe that her earholes are for sure not at all loosey goosey. "Too much suffering out loud" is the banner theme of all the years since Myspace stopped being just a music platform. How did Lisbeth and Emily Catalano not know that they’ve been telling the exACT same Starbucks in a Target joke? Both released about two weeks apart, too. Like… wildly similar. Whatever, it’s funny, but damn. “Full volume, 'cause there’s no captions.” “Is this where the line starts?” Also, being about to drop, I thought the abortion clinic joke was going to have a different-or at least an additional-tag on i-oh, THERE it is. The weird director choice to pan up from her hand on the stool while talking about jizz is… well, weird. She definitely could’ve mined more out of the RealDoll bit before burning it here. This falls off in a really big way from there to just looking at her notes for "what else" to the abrupt walk-off. Should’ve just cut the last few bits and either strengthened them or killed them. Nothing wrong with a forty-minute special, Elisabeth. What’s good is great, but the rest pulls it down to a 6/10
Kacey Musgraves, Deeper Well. (My special lady friend likes the idea of a cardinal being a sign of a lost loved one's presence.) Pop-folk alt-country that's never too loud or energetic for hungover Sunday mornings. Put it on, turn it down, and let it wash over you. 7/10