Friday, March 30, 2012

Vinyl Friday! - Week 3

Howdy vinyl fans, its time for another installment of Vinyl Friday!

In my vain attempts throughout the week to deal with Sampson's passing, I wound up having a great vinyl haul. It was as if his spirit was right there with me, helping me find the good stuff. :)

So let's take a look at what new jams will be gracing my record player tonight!

Beach Boys - Wow! Great Concert!, Black Sabbath - Paranoid, Derek & The Dominoes - Layla,
Bob Marley & The Wailers - Survival, Elvis Presley - The Sun Sessions, Twisted Sister - Stay Hungry

First up is Beach Boys - Wow! Great Concert!
I was torn between this and another Beach Boys live record from the early days. I opted for this one because it had the same track-listing as the other, with a couple exceptions. Plus, it was a buck cheaper. I can't say this is an essential Beach Boys album to have, but it's nice to hear them live from their early days. This album features a few songs that I haven't heard before as well, including a cover of "Monster Mash." That right there is pretty much what sold me on the album!


I couldn't believe it when I found Black Sabbath's Paranoid on vinyl today. This is an album that I figured could never be found for a decent price due to it being their most popular album. But there it was...for $5. The cover is a bit worn, but the record was in great shape. I'm now only a couple albums away from my Sabbath collection being complete!

Since I'm sure you've heard the popular tracks from this album ad nauseum, I posted the entire album. Bam.

I was also surprised to find a Derek & The Dominoes - Layla. I've always been an Eric Clapton fan to some extent, be it his work with D&TD, Cream, Yardbirds and his '80's stuff. Even though i'm a blues fan, I don't really dig his blues albums. I'd much rather go listen to the real thing. Regardless, Derek & The Dominoes were a great band, and "Layla" is one of my all-time favorite classic rock jams. This album also has another favorite of mine, "Bell Bottom Blues." Enjoy. 


I found myself listening to that Bob Marley & the Wailers live album I picked up a few weeks ago a lot, so when I saw Survival today, I decided to go ahead and give it a chance. I'd really like to expand beyond the jams of Marley as far as reggae goes, so if anyone has a suggestion (other than Peter Tosh's "Legalize It" album, thank you very much) I'm all ears.

But yeah, this is a really nice, relaxing album. What Marley is singing about isn't so nice and relaxing, but then again that's what makes reggae good, right?


I've been after a good Elvis Presley album for awhile too, so when I found The Sun Sessions I snagged it up. Usually, the problem with Presley records is that there's so many of them out there that its hard to find one with a decent enough track-listing to pick one up. The Sun Sessions features most of his early tracks, which were heavily influenced by the blues (as well as country and bluegrass). This happens to be one of my favorite Elvis periods as well, so finding this at a decent price was a welcome surprise.


Last and certainly not least....Twisted Sister's Stay Hungry!!
This is really the only album to have by Twisted Sister. It has "I Wanna Rock" and "We're Not Going to Take It." Seriously, what else do you need? Mint condition for $5, a bargain. Since you've heard those songs a bunch I'm sure, here's one you might not have:


And there you have it for this week's Vinyl Friday! I hope you enjoyed some good tunes with me. I thank everyone who offered condolences and remembrances of Sampson this week. It really meant a lot to me.

Hope to see you same time next week!


Thursday, March 29, 2012

Just In Case You Missed It: Ninjas In Space!

The geek circles are a-twitter with negativity regarding the news of Michael Bay taking over the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles franchise with a reboot. What has the geeks mad, you ask? Why, not only is the film going to be simply called Ninja Turtles instead of "Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles," but the Turtles will have a new origin...from space. My God, the horror!!!!

I watched the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles cartoon when I was a kid. I saw the movies. The first one is still a classic of its time. As an adult,  I don't consider myself a Turtles fan anymore so the news of this reboot has zero effect on me. I really don't care.

But it does remind me of this:


Those from my generation of course know this to be from Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles II: The Secret of the Ooze. Vanilla Ice was pretty much on his way out as far as being a "credible rapper" at this time, and his single from the movie didn't really help.

So yeah, maybe the Turtles DO need a fresh start. Anything to erase the memories of that, right?

I still say this is the way to go about it, though:

Lemonade Is For ...

I saw this picture on my sister's tumblr blog, and I had to steal it for my own:


Thanks sis!

Wednesday, March 28, 2012

Crossed vs. The Walking Dead

Welcome to my new “Versus” thread. This will be a place where I take things I enjoy and make them compete WWF-style. So let’s start the first installment with two tales of survival in a post-apocalypse world: Crossed and The Walking Dead.

VERSUS

Not only am I an avid comic book/graphic novel fan, but I am also a huge fan of the post-apocalypse genre. There’s just something about the fall of civilization that has always fascinated me. It started with childhood interest in the histories of Egyptian, Greek and Roman culture. The downfall of Rome especially interests me, as does pretty much anything to do with that raunchy, debaucherous era of human history.

"The Fall of Rome" by Thomas Cole

Regardless, my love of history about fallen civilizations is most likely what planted the seeds for my love of post-apocalypse stories. The thing I like about these types of stories is how they depict the change of the human condition in order to survive. It’s an interesting thing to think about, if you’ve never done it before. “What would I do to survive?” “How far do I go before I give up?” “How could a just God allow such atrocity?” Etc.

Shit.

So here I am, just having finished the first volume of Crossed by Garth Ennis and Jacen Burrows. I really enjoyed the book, even though it disgusted me. It leaves me wanting more, and thankfully there are a few more volumes out there that I can read. One of the reasons I enjoyed this book was because it’s pretty much the antithesis of what makes me love The Walking Dead.

I hate almost all of you.

I’ve been a fan of The Walking Dead “since before it was cool.” With 9 million viewers tuning in to that show every week, I can make that statement and not feel like a complete douche. Like most people, I didn’t read it when it first came out, but rather when the trade paperback collections were released. I had jumped on the WD train right around the time when issue #48 hit. There was so much press about this issue in the comic book world, about how earth-shattering it was and how nearly the entire cast of the book was seemingly killed off. It really piqued my interest, so I bought the first trade. The next day I bought all the other available trades, and have been getting them as they come out ever since.

Vol. 16 comes out in June, I regret nothing.

As any fan of the BOOKS of The Walking Dead will tell you, the thing that makes it such a great story is the characterization. Robert Kirkman does an amazing job at developing every character he writes in the book, so that you have people you relate to, others you would like to have a beer with and even some that you despise and can’t wait to see them get eaten by a zombie. The zombie apocalypse is always there in The Walking Dead, but it serves as the backdrop to a story about survival and what people turn into when the world falls apart. The changes that an apocalyptic world has on these people are an amazing thing to witness after all these years. Seeing a strong, noble man like Rick Grimes turn into a sociopathic machine is a true sight to behold, and the chances of the TV version ever reaching this point is still up for debate.

Please Rick, kill your wife. She's a whore AND a bad mother.

The exact opposite is the case when it comes to Crossed. Garth Ennis didn’t do a zombie apocalypse story with Crossed, but it’s VERY similar in tone and scope. The Crossed are people who, due to an unknown reason, become so primal that the deepest, darkest thoughts of their minds come to the forefront. The Crossed are people who now do nothing but kill, rape and torture...and enjoy every minute of it. What makes this story the antithesis of the Walking Dead is that where The Walking Dead will show a gory scene, Crossed will take that gory scene and throw a shaved horse cock and the rape of a child into the mix. 

If you're going to bitch-smack someone, it might as well be with a horse cock.

Where The Walking Dead shows you drama and horror, Crossed shows you splatterhouse and exploitation.
Both stories tell the tale of survival in a horrible world, and show how people can devolve into inhumanity just as a means of staying alive for another day. 

Yeah, that's in Issue #1, folks.

So why am I putting these two stories up against each other?

For one thing, both stories accomplish the same goal albeit through different means. At the end of vol. 1 of Crossed, I felt a connection to the two main characters even though there wasn’t a lot of time spent on developing them. Most of the push in this story was the depiction of violence, and what the worst of humanity has to offer.

I'd like this nose to go, please.

On the other hand, The Walking Dead spends so much time on the development of character that when something bad happens, you almost feel gutted because you have come to really know the characters involved. That just isn’t the case in Crossed, yet the outcome was the same. I cared about the characters. I want to read more.

Crossed is definitely not a story I’d recommend to someone right off the bat. This is a book meant for fans of gore and…gore. However, it’s written so well that my interest in the world of the Crossed is still there. The Walking Dead on the other hand can bore you to tears at times, but there’s always a major payoff.

Ultimately, what makes both of these series work is how they appeal to the senses. Crossed appeals to our visual sense. We get bludgeoned with depravity and evil on nearly every page. The Walking Dead appeals more to your inner monologue; how you think and feel about things.

The REAL death of Shane.

At the end of the day, I gotta call this one a tie for now. Even though The Walking Dead is close to its 100th issue by now, and Crossed exists solely as intermittent mini-series…they both capture what makes post-apocalypse a joy for me to read about. Death, destruction, misery, pain, love and survival…it’s all good. And you’ll find it all in both Crossed and The Walking Dead.

Tuesday, March 27, 2012

Shitty Music Shops Piss Me Off (An Ode to Sampson)

It’s been a rough few days. Not only did I lose my glorious dog of 13 years to organ failure, but I had to deal with a snooty, snarky music shop owner on the same day. Hence the title of this blog entry being “Shitty Music Stores Piss Me Off.”

You guys are snobs.

In an effort to get our minds off the sadness, my woman and I went to check out a music shop I hadn’t been to yet, called Decatur CD. Not too far from this shop is The Brick Store Pub, which is a place we’d wanted to check out as well, since they serve a ridiculous amount of microbrews and import beers from around the world. Which, as any beer snob will tell you, is the type of place you want to check out.

They like CD's even though no-one else does.

Before going to the pub, we went to Decatur CD. First off, we were the only people in there other than the employees. Obviously with a name like “Decatur CD,” they’re going to specialize in new and used CD’s. However, when I looked the place up online their Google info said that they carried new and used vinyl as well.

So after looking around a store jam-packed with so many CD’s it was intimidating to even try to find a place to actually look for something, I asked the old guy behind the counter (with long hippy hair and an entitled, disgruntled demeanor about him of course) if they had any used vinyl. Without even looking up at me, he pointed behind him and had the smartass answer “just what we have in that box. We don’t want to have dollar bins,” as if that’s all vinyl records were worth. I found this odd, especially since the guy was clearly old and of the vinyl record generation.

Anyway, I looked through the box and it was all crap. Upon further searching, they had a ton of new vinyl records, but they were jam-packed so tight into the boxes holding them that they were damn near impossible to pull out and look at. This store clearly had no respect for the vinyl!

I found a box that had some leftover ‘Record Store Day’ releases, and if they weren’t priced at $60 a pop I most likely would have bought the Beatles, Pink Floyd and Doors 7” record box sets. However, I just spent an obscene amount of money trying to save my dog, so the thought of this additional expense seemed…frivolous.


Still, I was curious enough about the upcoming Record Store Day on April 21st, so I asked the old CD elitist if they were going to get in this year’s RSD releases. Again, this old prick seemed agitated with the question but said that they were. When I asked if the shop had a list of the releases, he snarkily referred me to the RSD website. Thanks, dick!

Good luck clinging to that CD-market raft, Decatur CD. By the looks of us being your only customers, maybe I should have at least been greeted with a smile and an offer of assistance, no?

For the record, this place is awesome.

So yeah, we left without buying anything and went down the street to The Brick Store Pub to drink a couple pints in Sampson’s honor. My crazy orange dog didn’t like beer personally, but he certainly loved his food so the stories of how he used to bark at me for letting Rusty out of his cage before feeding him over burgers and pints gave us the necessary laughs.

I’ll miss ya, pal.

Rusty (white) & Sampson (orange), BFF's!

Friday, March 23, 2012

Just In Case You Missed It: Arnold Can Party!

This is a really dumb, short video where someone took a scene from Conan the Barbarian (the Arnold Schwarzenegger one), edited out the sword and put in glowsticks. Add a techno track, and BAM you have youtube success.


I've always thought this video was funny as hell. I guess I'm just really easy to entertain. Any time I see this video though, it reminds me of the time when The Governator was a pot-smoker, and seemingly proud of it.


Makes you wonder just what the hell he was on when he did this movie:


This movie sucks more than you could possibly know. Don't believe me?




Fuck it, I'd still party with Conan. Just so long as he leaves that kid at home.

Comic Book Man 2

Just in case you're bored and want to read some opinions on the Internet...here's some links to the more recent reviews I've written for my buddy's website, Florida Geek Scene.

Batman #7
http://www.floridageekscene.com/review/batman-7/

Saga #1
http://www.floridageekscene.com/review/saga-1/
(for fans of snark, I recommend reading this one. Some guy posted a snarky comment about my review, and I pretty much destroyed him with my retort.)

I did a review of the John Carter movie as well, but it was pretty much a rehash of what I wrote about it here on my blog, so you're not missing anything there.

I usually only do 1 review a week for this website, so you'll only get the "Comic Book Man" topic once a month or so from now on. you're crushed by this news, I know.

Thursday, March 22, 2012

Just In Case You Missed It: Gonna Have Ta Smack A Bitch

I recently got around to finally watching the movie "Highlander," which is a fun movie in case you've never seen it.

Anyway, I was thinking about Sean Connery in the movie and it reminded me of this:

Gotta Exercise That Pimp Hand, Bitch! 

A true man of his time, eh?

Good thing there's pictures of him on the Internet that would humble any man:

I am Zardoz, Father of Borat!

I can't imagine the humiliation of being a woman who was just smacked by a guy looking like that. Unfortunately, you know there's someone out there who experienced it firsthand. 

I prefer to remember him as Henry Jones Sr. 


But I can't help but feel that this asshole still needs a good scolding:

I told you, don't hit women and don't call me Junior! Asshole!

Sunday, March 18, 2012

Cleaning My Vinyl with Wood Glue

Instead of drinking green beer and watching those awful Leprechaun movies on St. Patrick's Day, I drank Sweetwater 420 beer and cleaned some vinyl records with wood glue.

Yeah, that's right. Wood glue.

I came across this Youtube video when I was looking up some cleaning techniques. Vinyl enthusiasts, I highly recommend you watch this:


At first I thought no way, there's no way glue can do this. But there's a whole slew of videos on Youtube about this, and my woman became interested and scienced the shit out of an explanation as to how it would work, so I tried it.

Of course I didn't want to try this with a cherished record, so I went with my copy of "The Best of The Guess Who." The record is scratched as shit, and the last time I played it, the pops and static were obnoxious. Unfortunately you can't really see condition of the record in a picture, but maybe the condition of the cover will give you an indication to the condition of the record:


I watched a couple different videos on how to do the wood glue cleaning, just to make sure I knew what I was doing. I took some photos of the whole process. Some of the photos didn't turn out great, so I'm just using the best ones. You'll get the point.

First step is putting the glue on the record. Its better to use too much glue than too little. I did it the same way shown in the video, and let the record spin as I covered as many grooves as possible:


Next up you smooth it all out, so that the glue is covering every square inch of the grooves. You have to be careful not to get glue on the center sticker, or so much at the rim that it spills all over your player. I got a little bit of drippage on my first attempt, but was able to clean it up quickly. If you have a junk player, you might want to use that...or put down some saran wrap to help protect everything (that's what I did for round 2).

I used a note-card to spread the glue around (you spin the record during this step). It worked pretty well:


It takes a few hours for this to dry, depending on how much glue you use. For Side A, I didn't use a lot of glue and it was dry in about 4-1/2 hours. I used a lot more on Side B, and that took about 15 hours to dry!




As you can see above, it drys clear. I pulled up a bit in the corner so you can see how to get it started. It just pulls right off. Very easy, once you get a corner going. And what you get afterward is cool:


Now, I've read comments that say you can actually play these wood glue pressings of your records. I am not brave enough to attempt this, for I don't want to damage the needle (I do listen to records every day, after all). BUT...here's a video of a guy who took his wood glue records to the next level:


After I cleaned my Guess Who record, I could definitely tell a difference. The record was no longer a dull black, but rather a vibrant, shiny black. The scratches were obviously still there, but the record did play better. The pops and static sounds weren't nearly as bad. 

So if you have the time, the patience and a thing of wood glue, give it a whirl!


UPDATE (3/19/2012):
I couldn't resist. I had to see if the wood glue "reflection record" I got from the Guess Who record would play. I had to place it on top of a record in order for it to work, but sure enough.....IT WORKED.
It was playing backwards of course, but still. Just by cleaning a record, I got a reverse version of it THAT ACTUALLY PLAYS. My mind is blown.

Friday, March 16, 2012

Vinyl Friday! - Week 2

Welcome to Week 2 of VINYL FRIDAY!

This is my favorite day of the week. It even trumps New Comic Book Day on Wednesday, because Friday is when I spend my late afternoons in Little Five Points of Atlanta. This is my favorite spot in Atlanta, because its full of hipsters, hippies, homeless people, weirdos, bars and cool vinyl shops.

Today I went to Full Moon Records and Wax N Facts Records. Afterwards, I went to The Porter Pub for 2 pints of Sweetwater IPA and looked over my acquisitions for the day:


Beatles - Rarities, Doors - Alive She Cried, Bob Marley & The Wailers - Live!

I was surprised to find the Beatles record, in near-mint condition, for only $8. I've seen this record at other shops for as much as $40! So hell yeah, I kept my mouth shut and snagged it. This is an AMAZING record! It features alternate takes of Beatles songs that were only available overseas. Songs such as Love Me Do, Help!, I Am The Walrus, Penny Lane, etc, all had various takes taken, and for some reason or another some of these different takes appeared on the international releases. 

I'd have to say my favorite track on this album so far is "Sie Liebt Dich," otherwise known as "She Loves You." The Beatles sing much of this song in German. Its amazing. If you can't find your own copy of "Rarities," you can still hear this version on "Past Masters," which is still widely available on CD.



Next up on deck is the Doors - Alive She Cried.

This is a live album released in 1983, but was recorded from various live shows between 1968-1970. This live record features a lot of lesser-known Doors songs, such as "Texas Radio & The Big Beat," "Gloria," "Little Red Rooster" and "You Make Me Real."

As with any live Doors album, you get to experience the raw wonder that was Jim Morrison and the Doors. This is a great track off the album:


Last but certainly not least, Bob Marley & The Wailers Live!


I'm not the biggest fan of reggae in the world, but I've always been the typical American who appreciates the jams of Bob Marley. I picked up this live album because it had some songs I wasn't entirely familiar with, and it was only $5 so what the hell. The guy who owned the shop (this would be at Full Moon) got all excited when I brought this up to the counter. He said that it was his favorite Bob Marley album, and how happy he was that I was picking it up (especially on vinyl).


Well that's this week's Vinyl Friday! I hope you've enjoyed some tracks off these albums with me. I know that I'm enjoying them!

Just In Case You Missed It

This is the start of the new blog series, "Just In Case You Missed It."

Any time I feel nostalgic about some random Youtube video that made me either laugh or go insane, I will post it here.

you get a treat today, boys and girls...


"Clowny Clown Clown" by Crispin Glover.

You may know Crispin Glover as George McFly in "Back to the Future."


You might even remember him as Andy Warhol in the Oliver Stone "Doors" movie...


Did you see that weird movie about the guy who loved rats in 2003 called "Willard?"


In 2007 he mocked Johnny Depp's Willy Wonka in "Epic Movie."


Crispin Glover even appeared in 2010's "Hot Tub Time Machine" as Phil:


Crispin Glover has been in a slew of other movies as well, but you get the point.

Somewhere in between his movie career, he unleashed "Clowny Clown Clown" upon the world. Actually, he recorded an entire album titled The Big Problem Does Not Equal The Solution, and "Clowny Clown Clown" was the single.


Its fair to say that if Crispin Glover ever did acid, it would have no affect on him, right?

So there you go, almost everything you ever cared to know about Crispin Glover. Just in case you missed it.

Thursday, March 15, 2012

The Rise and Inevitable Fall of AcidVictim Records

This is the story of how the dream died.

If you are/were a near-and-dear friend of mine, you might remember my ill-fated record label AcidVictim Records. I ran this record label with wavering levels of enthusiasm from 2004-2008.


The funny thing is that AcidVictim Records started off as a complete joke. It was only slightly legitimized by truly obscure means, and wound up taking on a life of its own. It was a life that lasted nearly 4 years, and was quite enjoyable at first but soon became an incredible nuisance and waste of my time. When I deleted everything from the MySpace website and closed the e-mail address, it was a huge relief and I’ve never regretted closing up shop.

I'd wanted to do something like a record label since I was a teenager. So why did it all go so bad? There were several reasons, and I feel enough time has passed that I can talk about it without cringing.

2004 was the year of FUCKPOT. I had recently moved to Florida and was very bored. I started messing around with a DJ/beats program and some movie samples, and thus the long-running joke of “Fuckpot” was made into reality. I made 2 Fuckpot albums by my lonesome, and it was only as a joke at first for my old college buddies (perhaps a proper blog about Fuckpot is in order?) to have a laugh at.




However, my boredom never dissipated and I thought it would be funny to “legitimize” Fuckpot by having them sign to a record label. So I came up with AcidVictim Records. I made a few copies of the Fuckpot albums with the AcidVictim logo on them, and even convinced my lady to make up a website for it (she’d already made me a Fuckpot website, and even a t-shirt. Amazing woman!). It was all in good fun. I was amusing myself, which has always been the most important thing.

And then the band Sphere Lazza got in touch with me.

Sphere Lazza was an electro/industrial band that was once signed to Cleopatra Records. They lived in Ocala, FL, which was about an hour away from where I lived at the time. Somehow they found me on the Internet and were really excited about releasing an album with me. It was weird. They already had an EP recorded and were excited to “get back in the scene with a small independent label.” I really didn’t know what to think of it. But hey, I was bored, remember? So I figured what the hell and I released their single/EP, “Ultimate Abyss.”


The nicest way I can put this is that I was not a fan of the CD. However, Sphere Lazza was really excited about it and I had nothing else better to do so I committed to releasing their album for them. I had 200 copies of it made, and did what any good fake record label owner would do and sent it out to as many magazines, fanzines, internet radio stations and independent record labels that I could find.

The album went NOWHERE. I felt bad, but at the same time I didn’t really know what the hell I was doing anyway so it was no big loss when I sent the band the remaining copies of the CD I had and wished them ‘good luck.’ They asked me a couple of years later if I'd be interested in releasing another single of theirs, but I turned them down. I haven't heard anything from them since. They probably broke up again.

Regardless, I had my first taste of "running a record label" and I wanted to do it again. So I turned to my friends in the underground metal community.

At the time, I had correspondence with a "metal dude" that I knew from various metal message boards in the early 2000’s, and we thought it would be funny to release a split-CD of Fuckpot and his death metal band Shroud of Despondency. This CD actually came out before the Sphere Lazza one did, even though it was conceptualized after the Sphere Lazza debacle was a done deal.


I never sold any copies of this, but it went out to magazines and friends and such. It got reviewed in a bunch of underground metal fanzines (which are now all defunct, of course). The cover-art is something that my mother had done in the early 1990’s, and I always wanted to use it for something so I used it here. I went on to release another album from my SoD friend, but this time he had a new “technical death metal” band called Bury The Pariah.


This was probably one of my favorite albums I released, next to the Harvyst EP (more on that soon). It had a lot of humor, and it was metal as hell. I loved it. Again, I never actually sold any copies but it went out all over the place with the Harvyst EP (I released them at the same time) and both albums got good reviews.


Harvyst was an industrial/metal band from Michigan fronted by an old friend of mine, and the "Winter" EP I released for them is still a personal favorite. I don’t know what it was, but my buddy nailed it on exactly what it was I wanted to hear from industrial/metal music. I think I may have sold a few copies of this, but nothing substantial. Mainly, I was helping out my friend in getting his badass demo out there.

At this point, I had figured out what I wanted to do with AcidVictim Records. I wanted it to be more of a public relations service than a record label. Since most of the bands I worked with kicked in money to help me release the albums, it was up to me to promote them. That’s why most of the press-runs for these albums went out as promotional copies rather than being sold.

It was an idea that gained a lot of attention when I made a MySpace page for the record label. I started getting requests from all over the place to release ‘Random Band A”’s demo. For a minute there, I thought I had come up with a pretty nifty idea, and I was happy to see bands take an interest in it.


With unbridled enthusiasm, I “signed” a disgusting punk/black metal band called Deadhole. They were from Maine. The lead singer had horn implants, a split tongue, piercings all over, who knows how many tattoos and god knows what else. Turns out the singer had been in prison for drugs and violence before. Less than a year after I released their demo, “Curse of the Ghoul,” the singer (who went by the name of Trash, how fitting) wound up back in prison for kidnapping, drug possession and parole violation.


I picked a real winner there. So yeah, that was the end of Deadhole.

While I was promoting the Deadhole demo, I was still making a lot of contacts with unsigned metal bands from around the globe. I had several of them on deck to release an album with “as soon as it was recorded.” 95% of those albums were never released, because they were never recorded. I was beginning to learn why so many bands never get their shit together. (i.e. laziness, lack of time/money)

It was around this point that I decided to release a compilation album, since I had so many bands getting in touch with me. This proved to be the hardest release that I worked on. It was not only one of the most successful albums I released, but it was also the album that put the writing on the wall for the label.


This thing was a fucking pain in the ass to put together. I was dealing with a ridiculous amount of bands, to the point where I was originally going to do this as a double-album. However, the end result was an extremely mixed bag of various metal bands ranging in quality. Regardless, I was proud of a lot of the work that went into this album. My friend P. Emerson Williams helped me out tremendously with the artwork design and layout, and contributed a Choronzon track, which was one of the highlights on the album.

In my opinion, the compilation had a handful of good songs alongside a handful of mediocre-to-bad ones. It was the culmination of an entire year’s worth of work. The album was reviewed all over the place, and was even featured in Metal Maniacs (the ‘premiere’ underground metal magazine. At least, it was. I have no idea about it now). I don’t really know if this compilation actually helped any of the bands that appeared on it, but in my mind any exposure was good exposure so at the end of the day I thought it was a worthy project.


At this point, I was friends with the members of the local-Orlando rock/metal band Dummo (also now defunct), and their debut album was to be my next release. “Seasons in A Dry Age” was another successful album for AcidVictim Records because Dummo had a good following in Orlando, and even toured for a bit. Later in the year, Dummo decided to re-record some songs from their debut album with better production. The songs were released through AcidVictim Records as a split-album with Beatmaster Trash, who was a friend of the band. The split album was released in 2007.

This is when EVERYTHING FELL APART.

A couple of months after “Destroy the Known Universe” came out, Dummo’s bassist moved to California. About 3 months after that, the band broke up. I was now stuck with a stack of “Destroy the Known Universe” CD’s that I could no longer send anywhere. The friends I had in the band moved to Jacksonville and started doing hip-hop music. Since I was friends with these guys, none of this bothered me that much but that didn’t stop the chain of events that soon followed.

It was around this time that I was also working with Womb Raiders, a death metal band (obviously). The singer was full of boisterous claims like how he was booked to be on the Dr. Phil show with his girlfriend because he liked to hit her on the head with a hammer during sex, and that Relapse Records wanted to release an album of his but never did and blah blah blah. I never cared for the folklore this guy was creating, but I did like his demo and wanted to release it. P. Emerson Williams created some super-creepy artwork for the album. I was so proud of his work that I went ahead and paid him for it, in the anticipation of releasing this album asap. There was going to be plenty of room on the CD, so Bury the Pariah got on board with his "Hot Metal" album and this was eventually going to be the next split-album AcidVictim Records would release.


It never happened.

The Womb Raiders guy never came up with his part of the money. In the meantime, Bury the Pariah had switched the name (and style) of his band to Divisive Skin. So I was stuck with an album with a band that no longer existed and another one who stiffed me for $50. So I did what any rational, pissed off person would do and canceled the release. The whole affair really put a bad taste in my mouth.

The final nail in the coffin came when I planned on releasing a split album with Conceived By Fire and a couple other bands. CBF sent me money for the release, but I never received finalized tracks from the other bands involved. I waited for months, and got to the point where I simply no longer cared. I tried to find out the best place to send the money back to CBF, but no-one from the band even responded back.

 After a while, I said fuck it and deleted everything associated with AcidVictim Records that I could find online. That was it. AcidVictim was dead.

A few months later, my partner-in-crime with Fuckpot sent me a new Fuckpot album that he had done, called “Infected Parasite.” I received this in early 2008. My Fuckpot friend didn’t know that I closed up shop, but he put the AcidVictim logo on the CD anyway, figuring I would release it. And he’s right, I would have had it been a better time.



At the end of the day, I burned out. I got sick of dealing with unprofessional bands that made my life a living hell by disappearing or never responding to emails. I didn’t care about the money…this was a hobby and I enjoyed what I was doing. But once the enjoyment stopped, so did the label.

I value all the help I got from people in getting these releases out there, but will I ever do something like this again? No.

It was a learning experience. It was fun. It was exhausting. Ultimately, it was doomed to fail and in retrospect  I’m glad it did. AcidVictim's demise allowed me to re-focus my attention on my education, and gave me more money to spend on comics and vinyl records. And I've never been happier.