I Recant: wecamewithbrokenteeth Article

You know what? All of you are about to get to see why Belly Full of Hell is so great. We're honest. I just wrote a "Found You, Asshole" for wecamewithbrokenteeth and pseudo-recommended them. I recant. They really aren't that great. I'm leaving up the article because I did technically find them in the manner that we set up for that section, but I don't think they are so hot. You can all decide for yourselves. The more I look at their Myspace, the more these little bastards irritate me. They are all teenagers or some shit, yet they seem to think they know everything about the world of music and all its categorization. If I see one more thing on their site that says "we aren't (enter type of music), get educated," I'm going to flip out. Get educated? How about, get a life, losers? Just because you're jealous that you're still being taught at the district high school level, doesn't mean you need to act like the bee's knees. If you have to keep telling people what type of music you are or aren't, there's a problem. Get over it and go finish your algebra homework. Plus, the pics are trying to make them look all hella, but hella they are not. You want to be classified in the right genre? How about get-over-yourself-core. Does that suit you?

Maybe I should just pull the article. You can tell while reading it that I lost interest halfway through. Meh, then I would have to pull this, and I kind of like this.

Found You, Asshole: wecamewithbrokenteeth

It's time for another edition of "Found You, Asshole," so get ready to jive out. This time around we found wecamewithbrokenteeth. To be completely honest, I don't know if they want this shit all spelled out as one word or if they want it separated. I've seen it as both. I'm leaving it like this. If you have a problem with it, too fucking bad. Or if you're in the band and want to fill me in, then do it. Otherwise it stays as is.

WCWBT is all cybergrind about it. It sounds completely electronic, but their Myspace says they have guitars. In fact, it says they have two guitarists. Whatever. You can listen for yourself. It'll be like a game. No prize, you greedy fascist. Just a game for fun. The drums are all definitely programmed though. At any rate, WCWBT offer up some interesting jams, no matter what the hell they decided to use for production. Although I just said they are cybergrind (which they are, even if their Myspace is trying to act like they are some sort of new bad-ass type of death metal, which they aren't), there are some death influences. This isn't the type of cybergrind one might associate with Agoraphobic Nosebleed, who just plain fucking tear shit up, but it's still pretty good. It's a lot more sludgy, but intensely heavy. The vocals are decent, but they won't rip your face off like some other growls. There are also a bunch of little sections that stray away from the brutality and focus on some lighter interlude kind of stuff. It's alright.

WCWBT will not blow you away. This isn't necessarily a "Found You, Asshole" with the next greatest band. I just wanted to point them out as pretty interesting. I like them, but I don't love them. Try them out for yourself. If you like them, good. If you don't, fine. That's cool by me. I'm not here to think for you... or am I?

There aren't any videos that I could find for this band, but I did come across this while searching. I think you'll enjoy it just as much, if not more.



If you want to hear them, go here: WCWBT Myspace

Dispatches from Powerviolence: STD Grabag Switch Gears

It came as shocking news when this first trickled down the pipe to the Belly, but now after mulling it around I kinda see it as a noble thing... Chicago's acid-punk veterans, STD Grabag, have decided to take some drastic strides in their artistic direction. Straight out the gates, the Grabag boys have just incredibly seethed with biting, fuckin gnarblasts of political speed-rips that merges punk/metal/hiphop/experimental sentiments. Whether on their self titled disc or the EPs, the STD camp always went for the throat, and never disappointed.

I shot the shit with Obi J, the enigmatic vocalist for STD, and tried to pry away at some of the rumors I've heard going around about their current state. Adding even more to the allure, he prefaced answering the questions with making sure i understood he was speaking for himself, not the entire band... But as it stands right now, the band seems to be torn on changing their name or not with this new direction (which I myself am torn on, since I think STD Grabag is one of the greatest band names in rock n' roll... wickedness). But the argument stands now because the boys feel like leaving all their back catalogue behind as they continue to forge forward. Instead of just screaming through every ballistic ounce of powerviolence song after song, they really want to explore their experimental sides, and push farther into the psychedelic realms without losing their deep punk roots

So I do understand a bit... the name STD Grabag comes with a hard-slicing rep, and if they were to move in a different direction from all their releases up until now, should they still keep it? ... However, I am really interested in seeing what Obi J's singing pipes sound like, since I thought his screams fuckin ripped, in every sense of the word. But I guess only time will tell... The only thing that seems to be unwaivering in the STDs is the complete revolving door system they have on bassists. But Obi confides that they concreted down a new one, but he shall remain nameless until they are definite he is the one they're looking for on recording songs for the next full length and also on touring.

So kiddies, keep it damn in the Belly, and we'll keep you up to date if anything more comes our way... But as for what's for damn sure, the STDs will be holed up and cranking out new songs into the winter, and hope to be back on the road come January with this new style... But until then, lets bask in their old powerviolence glory:

STD Grabag - end of "Nation of Lies" and "Beautiful" (live)

Featured DVD: Night of the Living Dead

I really shouldn't even have to write anything about this movie, but in the spirit of Halloween, I felt that it would just be a fun reminder. As many already know, this movie may be the best horror film ever made. Period. It spawned an entirely new way of creating scary movies, and to this day it stands proudly as a masterpiece for your viewing pleasure. Hell, George A. Romero is still making movies based off of this one, and they all go over well with critics. But this is the one that started it all, way back in 1968. That's right, we're talking original here. Don't buy into the remake, even if it did have Romero himself as executive producer. This is the version you want to see. This is the classic.

Shot in black-and-white, the movie tells the story of a group of people hiding inside a house in rural Pennsylvania from reanimated bodies searching for human flesh to sustain themselves. Yikes! That is just spooky! Will they escape? Will they be eaten alive? Not only that, but if a living human gets bitten, he turns into a zombie and gets the cannibalistic hunger himself! Oh, shit! How will it all turn out?! You'll have to watch for yourselves, I'm afraid!

All kidding aside, this movie is awesome. Not only did it make a huge contribution to horror films as we know them today, but it was also a subversive critique of American culture at the time. Scary and political? You just can't go wrong with this one, folks.

Here's an original trailer.

So Sick It Hurts: Calabrese - "The Traveling Vampire Show"

Happy Halloween, ghoulish minions of BfoH! We here at the Belly hope you all got enough candy to rot out your teeth and enough scares to sleep in your parents' bedroom! In celebration of a most righteous holiday, I have decided to do a review on horror punk dynamos Calabrese and their most recent album The Traveling Vampire Show. Put in your plastic fangs, you little bastards!

To begin, it needs to be made clear that Calabrese are probably the best horror punk band currently in existence. That alone should make you want to check them out, but if you're greedy, like most of you are, and want more reason to dial into their spookiness, keep reading.

Not that it comes as any surprise, but this trio of phantoms (actually all brothers with the last name of, you guessed it, Calabrese) brings blood-curdling lyrics involving werewolves, vampires, and other monsters to their songs. There are plenty of clips from old horror movies as well, and that is always sexy, especially if you know what movies they are from! (Fun fact: Their first album, 13 Hallowe'ens, took most of the clips from the original House on Haunted Hill. Can anyone say, "Vincent Price"? I sure can. The man was a god.) Also true to form, there are plenty of doo-wop sing along choruses and straight-up punk hooks. It's hella! As anyone who listens to horror punk can assume, the sound is close to, but not exactly like, that Misfits band I keep hearing about. They were all like, jamming around 50 years ago or some shit.

Point is, horror punk is fucking rad, and Calabrese is the best in the genre. The songs are fun and catchy like all horror rock should be, and the lyrics are spooktacular. It's just a great album. Make sure to check out 13 Hallowe'ens while you're at it, because that record is another that I wore down from repeated listening. Don't forget to catch them live if you can, too. I saw them and they were rowdy and fantastic. All around good guys, I say.

Check out the video for "Voices of the Dead." It's great. But watch out for zombies!

GnarVideo of the Week: HALLOWEEN EDITION

Happy Day After Devil's Night, numbskulls! ... (I think today is also known in some small parts of the country as "Halloween", or something to that effect) ... but more importantly, it's Wednesday! And you know what that means... another lethal dose of our picks for GnarVideo of the Week -- spooky-style.

All joshin' aside, we have finally made it to the most important day of the year, and the most important holiday ever dreamed up by man (with St. Patty's and Flag Day coming up a close second and third, respectively, in the race). So on this special day of days, we've decided to be generous and give you greedy bastards not one, but THREE GnarVideos on this marvelous Wednesday. First off are two of the greatest (and most cleverly titled) songs about this holiday in question... now get creepy creepy spookfest with yourselves, kids.

Misfits - "Halloween" (live)


Dead Kennedys - "Halloween" (live)


And to keep true to the actual purpose of this column (to alert to you to the radness in new video form, or something) ... BUT still keeping with the theme of Halloween, we have selected one of quite possibly the greatest music videos of all time... maybe soley for the sexy over-abundance of Teen Wolf references... and maybe even more so for all the rad 'staches running rampant throughout it.... either way, the shit jams, and we are jamming with it... in fangs and hairy palms.

Every Time I Die - "We'rewolf"

Featured Live Show: A Life Once Lost

**Pre-show Post**

10.29.07 - This is a gnar-show red alert to everyone in the Big Apple area looking to get their face torn off tonight... come on down and rage with me at Lit Lounge to catch one of the sickest live acts around today. Like we said in an earlier post, the Dillinger tour that was supposed to drop a steamer of powerviolence on this city last night, was postponed til December. But the dudes in A Life Once Lost (who were one of the supporting bands on that tour) have the itch and are hitting it like a wrecking ball anyway. And this all works out for everyone, since it was a last minute show announcement (meaning... shits only 6 bucks, and in a tiny venue... totally rad-iocity). The openers of the night are Bloody Panda and Casket Architects, so it should be an interesting night regardless. Or we could all just get wrecked and put our thrash faces on........ GET RIPPED!



For the unannointed... A Life Once Lost - "Rehashed" (live)

So Sick It Hurts: War from a Harlots Mouth - "Transmetropolitan"

With their first full-length, War from a Harlots Mouth are out to prove they have what it takes to hang with the big boys. By mixing math-metal, doom metal, hardcore, and death metal together, these whippersnappers have created a truly intense experience. And don't forget about the jazz influences! Is this what it would sound like if Coltrane did PCP? Um... well... fuck, let's just say probably, because Coltrane was all Coltrane about it. I don't even know what the fuck that means. But seriously, this shite is brutal as well as smart. The boys in WFAHM are not just amateur peckerwoods dicking around to the latest Atreyu record. These guys have talent. Actually, they are bursting with it. Bursting like a condom after you haven't had sex for 2 years (or ever; I'm looking at you Wilfred Brimley).

At any rate, War from a Harlots Mouth manage to keep things techy, but without sacrificing destructiveness. Since destructiveness is hella powerviolence, we're totally down with it. The screaming is primo, and the death metal vocals (including pig squeals!) are stellar. There are bits of downtime where the aforementioned jazz influences can be heard, but overall, this album is not in the mood to let anyone settle down for tea and crumpets. Besides, crumpets just taste like stale bread, so nobody wants them anyway. I'm pretty sure even the British don't, but they have no choice but to pretend to like them. I think there is some paperwork that is produced to newborn babies that is signed with their blood promising that crumpets will be kept in the pantry at all times and that they will be pretend-liked by all. I'd rather just go with graham crackers because those are delectable. But I digress...

Point is, this album is tasty like graham crackers, but not as dry. It's more like a S'more (You're killing me, Smalls!), with all its sticky and sloppy pummeling goodness mashed in between two pieces of technical mayhem. This may be the best review ever written.

Here they are bringing the campfire eats with "Riding Dead Horses is a Fucking Curse" live.

Important Moments in Powerviolence: Converge Writes "The Saddest Day"

In 1997, the band Converge dropped a new album called Petitioning the Empty Sky, and the first track on this record unleashed a ferocity and aggressiveness that would forever change the face of heavy music. This track was entitled "The Saddest Day." To this day, that track is the greatest song by the greatest band in aggressive music. Period. I think that makes it the greatest song in aggressive music... ever. I'll do a logic proof on that and get back to you all later.

"The Saddest Day" still gives me goosebumps when I hear it. With its range from straight-up pummeling to Jake's creepy singing in the slower parts, the song is a work of pure genius. They even still played it at their live shows up until about a year ago, and it always got the floor moving more than anything else in the set. The last two times I saw them they did not play it, so I punched Jake in the face. Just kidding. Not about them not playing "The Saddest Day," but about punching Jake. I love Jake; I would never punch him. Plus he would kick my ass. But I was upset that I didn't get to hear it live again.

At any rate, I thought it was imperative to classify the release of this little number as extremely important, because it was a pretty fresh sound when it was first let out. Plus it's kind of epic, clocking in at over 7 minutes and having very different "movements" throughout. Also, it just plain destroys, and that why it's powerviolence.

I just put up the song because all the videos had shitty audio.

Featured Live Show: Every Time I Die / Poison the Well

10.24.07 - Nokia Theater, NYC - Underoath/Every Time I Die/Poison the Well/Maylene and the Sons of Disaster -- Shits was tight tight tight... and then some. And that ain't even the half of it...

So! I guess I'll just give the play-by-play and walk you through a gnarfully memorable show (minus the headliner). Wait, maybe I should just get that out of the way first... I did not stay for Underoath. I sooooo didn't stay for Underoath... In your head, you might be asking me "Hey bruiser, why'd ya skadoot? Those fellas bring that supa-sweet-kinda-tryin'-to-be-loud-and-angry-when-really-they're-just-tricking-you-into-listening-before-they-vomit-hooks-and-harmonies-that-are-so-straight-up-emolicious-it-would-make-My-Chem-and-the-new-From-Autumn-to-Ashes-shudder. Not to mention they really attract an awesome fanbase of little boys who shouldn't be wearing painted-on pants and skin-tight graphic hoodies. Oh, and what about those supa-fly overweight broads in Chiodos tshirts who looked like they've watched the Nightmare Before Christmas a little too much. Those babes be babes!" ... No, you're right fella. And that's exactly why I skadooted.

Now that we got that out in the open, onto the important shit! Maylene and her boys of Disaster opened up the night, and damn it if they didnt rage straight out the gates. I felt like I was watching an old fashioned barn-burning getdown in Birmingham, Alabama! There were human pyramids, one-handed shredding, nonstop long-haired headbanging, chunky guitarists in jean shorts, basically, every kinda fun imaginable.... radly approved. I think I peed a little every time they yelled "New York City" in a southern accent in between songs, like in those old salsa commercials.

Then PTW... What the hell do I even need to say... These assholes can still tear a crowd's face off just like back in the Opposite of December days. It's pretty uncanny. These road dogs haven't lost a step at all, and dare I say, they might even be more ferocious than past times our paths have crossed. Sure, there were two unfamiliar faces up on stage with them, but these new kids sure did their homework and skillfully tore through cuts from all of PTW's catalog. There's nothing like a full-crowd yell-along to "Nerdy"... thanks guys.

And then the center-stage main event (the headliner, in my damn opinion)... The Shitty Dudes. The Buffalo Big Dirty. Every Time I Die... Always the true showmen, the set went off without a hitch. Opening it with the lead track off their new record and ending with the closing track from the same, it took shitty-dude twists and gnar-dirty turns through their whole catalog (minus Burial Plot Bidding War, and waaaay hardly any Last Night in Town, sadly). But fuckin a, it was incredible nonetheless. Best moment of the show... brace yourself...



Who's that fella flanking Keith on his left?? ... It's our champion face-runner and one-man wrecking crew, Greg Puciato from Dillinger Escape Plan! (I didn't even think to ask him if he was planning on going to the ETID show when I went to the Ire Works album preview with the Dillinger guys two nights prior)... Before the shitty dudes kicked into "Kill the Music", Keith started saying that people were in the the house that if it weren't for them, ETID wouldn't have existed. And then when the first lick hit, Greg came barging out of stage left to share the vocals (and throw himself into the crowd, surprise surprise)... It was a fuckin horrorshow, in the most positive sense of the word... increda-rad-able... duh, girl.

So all in all, for an old man like me, who stood off to the side with all the fat girls (cuz this dum dum old man accidently wore flip flops to work and he didn't want his toesies stepped on, or his highway-robbery priced beer spilled on him) ... it was the show I've been waiting five fucking months for. Cuz this summer was a fuckin bummertown and a half for shows... Eat it, fatboy.

** Pre-show Post**
10.24.07 - Once again, I'm breaking form for writing on this show... just cuz I'm so damn jazzed for it. It's also once again to alert everyone of its existence, in case you wanted to bop on down to the Nokia Theater and check it out. I will be there front and center, from the first note of Maylene and the Sons of Disaster, through PTW's vicious set, to the always face-ripping amazingness that is ETID... but I probably wont pay attention during Underoath, that's smoke break and merch table time... Dallas Taylor is in a better band now anyway... he'll have my attention earlier in the night with the Sons. Anywho! Come on down and rage it up with us... and if you don't, then be looking forward to a dynamo review on it tomorrow... But these should keep you company until then:

Every Time I Die - "The Logic of Crocodiles"


Poison The Well - "12/23/93" (Live in Montreal)