I’m new to whoever Diamond xxx Grinder are, but they appear to be a Cali based group doing “drag” style remixes and videos. This one is for The Rapture’s “I Need Your Love” and they have an older one for The Golden Filter’s “Solid Gold.” I’m diggin’ it.
They also have two mixes of slooooooowwwwwwed down classixxx up on their Myspace that I can’t for the life of me figure how to to download. You can listen to each track on their player individually I suppose?
Don’t let the ironic umlaut fool you. These Hungarians mean business. Morbid Carnage began in 2007 from an insatiable blood lust and put out a split called Thrash Legions Hungary in 2008. Now, after a live DVD (who puts out a live DVD before having a full-length?!), the Eastern European thrash metal-heads have finished Night Assassins, and all they want to do is kick some ass.
From the initial listen and it’s easy to see what they’re going for: an eviler version of Warbringer. If that’s a little too modern of a band, try Kreator. For over 36 minutes, Mörbid Carnage runs rampant through the streets with battle axes and maces, decapitating all that gets in their drunken way. With break-neck riffs, sneering vocals and demonic imagery, Mörbid Carnage delivers a healthy dose of thrash.
Some of the more outstanding tracks on the album are “Warlust” with its ridiculous basslines and balls to the wall riffs. “Deviant” and “Funeral Pyre” are two more notable cuts. There’s even a bit of circle pit tunage in “Night Assassin”, the title track. If you take Night Assassins at face value, you won’t be disappointed. If you try to dissect it into sub-genres and start to compare it to great thrash acts, you’ll drive yourself mad. For an album totaling 36 minutes long, it doesn’t get old and it’s over before you notice it. That’s effective thrash!
Coats were a Persian invention and evolved into under coats and over coats. The word “jacket” derives from the word jaquette which is a man’s morning coat. Jacket’s are easy, breezy and typically shorter than coats although the terms are generally interchangeable these days. We got a whole buncha new coats and jackets so get one or get a cold from being ill prepared for the oncoming chill. Our coats are some of the finest cold weather garments being produced today In appearance, construction and fun. If you’ve only ever seen pictures of our coats then you haven’t really gotten a sense of what they are. These things are loaded with secret pockets and all kinds of cool functional secrets.
The Watergate Waxed Canvas Parka is a fine example of what I’m talking about. It’s got pockets and drawstrings all over the place. If you’ve got to be outside all day in damp weather you’re going to be happy to have one of these. Next up is the Gazin Bomber which features less functional novelties but does feature a wild and colorful lining that contrasts with the tame exterior. We’ve also got the militaristic looking Pacer Car Coat which is a coat with a pronounced collar, a cool shoulder flap, flannel lining and striped elastic cuffs.
If you’re looking for something with a rigid look we’ve got a Pillbox Blazer. It’s slim-cut and will make you look a little like an ex-army man. It’s much more lightweight and perfect for either west coast or layering. Another great layering piece we’ve got is the Whitman Waxed Canvas Vest. It’s got a great back patch that reads “Takin’ Care of Business” surrounding an American flag.
For all you goons out there who are appreciate French fabrics We’ve got the Goon Chambray M.C. Jacket in either black or navy. This is a pretty heavy duty tex-twill chambray that is built for some serious wear and tear. If you like the cut of motorcycle jackets but don’t want to look like an extra from Grease every day then maybe go try one of these on.
And don’t forget that we have a whole slew of D.A.R.T. products that include some high-end technical gear! For those of you who rely on their bikes even when it’s raining then you better have some decent rims and brakes if you’re not riding a fixed gear. Otherwise you’re going to need one of our D.A.R.T. Anorak Jackets. It’s got pockets on the sides, back and a huge pouch in the front. This thing is almost like a backpack coat.
Then there’s our oldie but goodie, the Spetsnaz Tech Jacket. A Spetnaz jacket is pretty handy for New York survival. They keep you and whatever you have in any one of your bajillion pockets really, really dry, even in when it’s coming down like bats and frogs. There’s even a couple secret pockets which you can use to store some cash, narcotics. or if you’re me, my fancy iPhone.
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1547 Echo Park Ave
Los Angeles, CA
213-536-4234
Well god damn! I got the window opening, pumping in some crisp autumn air. I got enough caffeine pumping through my veins to kill a baby calf. And I got no pants on. That can only mean one thing: it’s time for Press Start! Welcome to your typical Friday den of debauchery. The column where I, in nothing resembling intelligent discourse, detail five things that caught my eye in the world of gaming this week. I implore you to rock the comments box, oh ye gamepad warriors, with the bullshit that you enjoyed.
Hit me.
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#1: 80% of Gamers Are Cool With 3D Gaming; 80% of Gamers Are Douchebags
A pretty depressing report came out this week. Apparently 80% of gamers are willing to use 3D glasses whilst gaming. Oh good lord. Ever since last December and Avatar, this 3D phase has been god damn killing me. Listen, if I knew seeing Navi tail-fuck plant life was going to bring this hell upon us, I never would have indulged my curiosity and seen the flick. I think we’re all very, very, very sorry for participating in the biggest culture Gimmick Fucking in god knows how many years.
I’m sorry guys. Seriously. And since it made a billion-zillion dollars, you probably are too.
What a world we live in, where twin blights are ravaging across the gaming landscape. Motion controls, and 3D gaming. Fuck man, I don’t want either of them. I don’t want to do karate kicks to tell a character to lay a smack down. And I don’t want to don goggles just to play a video game. God damn you, 80% of gamers. What are you doing to me? You’re ruining it all! This is some truly Fahrenheit 451 type shit we’re wading into. Incredible distances spanned between people, just sitting next to one another on a couch. No talking, just 3D goggles and the old internet pipes connecting us to one another in on a Battlefield map.
I despair.
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#2: Pair of Sonic Fans Release Better Game Than Sonic 4
Remember when Sega announced Sonic 4? They told us it was going back to being a side-scrolling wunderkind? We all danced in the streets and high-fived and screamed BLAST PROCESSING at the skies? Yeah, and then it was released last week. And it was mediocre at best, and we were all like, no seriously, why’d we think they’d get it right this time?
Well, cheer up, Charlie.
Super Sonic fans, Pelikan 13 and Mercury have released their own Sonic the Hedgehog Remake, and it looks fucking gorgeous. Behold the power of an inspired pair of nerds. The game is called Sonic Fan Remix and you can download it right here. A free game, gorgeous as fuck, and somehow more faithful to the franchise than the afterbirth that was burped up by Sonic last week across the XBL and PSN.
Maybe I’m being too harsh. I downloaded the demo, and it was decent enough to cause a “fuck, so close” lament. It just felt off, which is remarkable since the Sonic formula is so simple. Disagree with me? That’s cool, I’m glad you enjoyed it. But just watch the video and/or download Sonic Fan Remix, and tell me it isn’t a work of bonery. I double dare you.
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#3: Father and Son Team Up To Build Functioning Metroid Arm Cannon
A couple of weeks ago, I went to the midnight release of Halo: Reach. While I was there, I saw a dad and his son waiting to pick up the game together. I thought it was the coolest thing ever, so I told my girlfriend. I was all like “Man, I hope my son wants to go to midnight releases with me.”
She then gave me a look and told me that if my son wants to go to midnight releases with me, that we pretty much did the inevitable when mixing DNA with me: created a social retard. I saw her point, but a part of me died inside.
That’s why I dig this video so much. Eleven year-old Joseph DeRose and his father Tony went all out on Joey’s Halloween costume this year. They built a motherfucking functionable arm cannon from Metroid. Well, not functioning in the sense that it can blow people the fuck up and shit. That would be the dopest. But no, check it out: it’s got input codes to verify identity, multiple settings for different beams, and it lights the fuck up.
Like I said, endearing. The video is enjoyable, just hop around and get the inner workings of the arm cannon from Tony and his kid.
We’re psyched to announce our next exhibition opening on November 5th at 350 Broadway, “The Juggalo”, a photo series by The Shaltzes. The New York City based brother/sister team will present a photo-journalistic cross-section of Juggalo culture, giving insight as to what it represents and why it has a significant spot in music history. Jason Shaltz, a Flint, Michigan native and longtime fan of Psychopathic Records, visited ten cities across America in a three week span to capture the face of the most misunderstood fan in musical history: The Juggalo.
The word “Juggalo” is used to describe any one of the members of the Insane Clown Posse‘s countless fans whose obsessive worship of the rap duo and their associated acts reaches cultish levels of devotion. The Insane Clown Posse, commonly referred to as ICP, are two rappers who paint their faces so that they look like evil clowns and make songs that are dark and at the same time very funny.
They’ve sold millions of records and become more and more popular every year despite a complete and total lack of support from television, radio or respected music journalists. In the past few years mainstream media has seemed to finally notice that the Insane Clown Posse are nothing like what they thought they were.
Some people think that Juggalos are some kind of cult. Utah Police classify them as a gang. They’re just a collection of people who like the Insane Clown Posse and come to their shows wearing clownpaint, splashing Faygo around chanting. Beyond those basic elements they’re all individuals. They sure look good in photos and we’re stoked on this show.
We’re going all out for this event. We’ve even enlisted Rx from Philly’s Subdivision to craft us a very special (and informative) mix to celebrate. If NPR were to ever do a special on ICP, Strictly 4 My Ninjas is exactly what it would sound like.
Our stereo is most definitely going to be bumping Psychopathic classics all night long and we’ll even be serving up Faygo cocktails as refreshments! We hope you all join in the spirit and done some face paint to express your inner Juggalo. Need some help in applying? Boom, we got you!
“I try to hurt people.” – James Harrison, Pittsburgh Steelers Linebacker
Ok, maybe that is taken a bit out of context, but he did say it. He also touched on the difference between the intent to induce physical harm and injuring a player. After the onslaught of brutal hits this season and especially this past weekend, the NFL has decided to step in and make an effort to better protect its players and “will immediately begin suspending players for dangerous and flagrant hits, particularly those involving helmets.”
Harrison managed to take out Cleveland Browns receivers Josh Cribbs and Mohammed Massaquoi in one half on Sunday, which is both savage and impressive. There was also the massive train wreck between Dunta Robinson and DeSean Jackson, which left both players presumably dead after impact and definitely out of commission for a yet to be determined amount of time.
The big question will be how the NFL will decide to dole out its suspensions and how severe the penalty will be, as each instance will be subject to the discretion of Big Brother to punish as they see fit. The NFL felt they had to do something to try to not only protect the safety of the players but to also itself against potential trouble down the road with the rash of retired players (both dead and alive) who have been diagnosed with some form of Chronic Traumatic Encephalopathy (CTE).
CTE is a progressive degenerative disease found in individuals who have been subjected to multiple concussions and other forms of head injury. CTE has been most commonly found in professional athletes participating in gridiron football,, ice hockey, professional wrestling and other contact sports who have experienced head trauma, resulting in characteristic degeneration of brain tissue and the accumulation of tau protein. Individuals with Chronic Traumatic Encephalopathy may show such symptoms of dementia such as memory loss, aggression, confusion and depression which may appear within months of the trauma or many decades later.
Unfortunately/fortunately, big hits are not only a part of the game but an aspect that draw people in for the same reason that someone might turn on a NASCAR race to see a crash, a hockey game to see a fight or a golf match to see Tiger Woods bone a pornstar; the American public has a fetish for the barbarian. All of this seems rather grim when you dig deeper into the implications of the “big hit” but damn if it isn’t fantastic to watch when it happens. With all this controversy surrounding football collisions, I began reminiscing at some of the most memorable hitters in the history of the NFL. I remember growing up and watching dudes like Ronnie Lott, Chuck Cecil and Steve Atwater obliterate opposing players, and Lott once laid a hit so hard that he had to have part of his left pinkie finger amputated after leveling Timmy Newsome. The Chicago Bears, no matter how much I hate them, manage to breed a tough as nails, face of the franchise linebacker every decade or so, starting with Dick Butkus, continuing to Mike Singletary and the Monsters of the Midway in the 80s to today with Brian Urlacher handing out flagrant man-on-man hits every Sunday.
Today’s defensive assassins are absolute freaks of nature and they are carrying the explosive torch from the gridiron destroyers of yonder day (Jack Tatum, Chuck Bednarik, Dick “Night Train” Lane). Bigger. Stronger. Faster. Look at players like Ray Lewis, who has the athleticism of a running back, the size of a silverback gorilla and also does awesome Old Spice commercials in which he blows up Saturn, while putting opposing players in wheelchairs on the reg. Did you see his hit on Dustin Keller on Monday night a few weeks back?
Players get their asses handed to them in games that don’t even matter (except for the paycheck) like the Pro-Bowl. Sean Taylor (R.I.P.) shows no restraint or remorse for Buffalo punter (of all people) Brian Moorman and lays an absolute fucking smack down on the frail fellow. Maybe Moorman was the one who got the last laugh on Taylor…(too soon?)
And how could I do a piece on hard hits without including possibly the most famous one of all-time? Monday, November 18th, 1985. RFK Stadium, the Washington Redskins host NFC East rival New York Giants. Joe Gibbs calls a flea-flicker in the second quarter and the rest is history:
You knew it was bad when a mean bastard like LT gets up and waves the medical staff over and puts his hands to his helmet in shock. Lawrence Taylor and Joe Theismann both maintain that they have never watched a replay of this incident. Yeah, right.
We’ll see how this pans out over the next few weeks and the rest of the season. James Harrison said today that he was seriously considering retirement because of his inability to effectively play the game with the new structure and more strictly enforced rules and fines in play going forward. For someone who acts the part of the bad-ass on the field, he is doing a great job of playing the bitch off the field. Your move, Mr. Goodell.
Under the guise of Squarepusher, Tom Jenkinson comes back with his fourteenth studio album, Shobaleader One: d’Demonstrator, a rugged concept record which sees him in the center of a “notional” band called Shobaleader One. In much the same experimental vane as his previous records, Squarepusher combines acoustic and jazz-tinged synthlines, with auto tuned vocals, to create the remarkable sound that his electronic projects are known for.
“Frisco Wave” for me, is the standout on the album, the track meanders around mellow guitar melodies and light orchestral synthesizers. Yet just as the ballads of “Frisco Wave” draw to a close, the music is shattered by “Megazine”, a heavy mix of church organs, and shredding distorted guitars, while something indecipherable is hollered into a vocoder; the tune oddly reminiscent of Daft Punk’s “Last Night” if it were to be covered by a substandard Korn-inspired metal group. Jenkinson is known for being a prolific bass player, and at no point is this more prominent than with the funky basslines of “Endless Night” and “Cryptic Motion,” which would round the record off perfectly.
Yet for an album that starts so well, it’s a shame that it is brought down by “Megazine” and then a second time with album finale, “Maximum Planck.” The latter are two tracks that do not really fit the album’s mood, and as a result dent the cohesiveness of a record that would otherwise be on point. While the Shobaleader One project is not Squarepusher’s best, this is certainly an album that matures with playback.
Last night Odd Future had their first ever live show at Los Angeles’ Low End Theory. This above is some pretty great video of Tyler performing “French!” Here’s also some more video from the start of their set. It looks like it was a pretty wild scene out there and hopefully the crew makes it out to NY to perform sometime soon.
Steady Bloggin’ also has this great recap of the whole evening that’s worth a read.
A good life coach will tell you to keep your eyes on the prize. While that’s true it’s important that you don’t get carried away and get the prize jammed into either of your eyes. the Mystic Seer made that mistake and now he’s got a totally awesome diamond jammed into his eye.
You’ve heard a some murmurs, probably even seen a few tweets about it. Well it’s here… well almost. The first ever Мишка x Diamond Supply Co. collaboration! Diamond just opened a pop-up shop here in New York within Prohibit NYC L.E.S. storefront. In honor of their East Coast arrival they asked us if we wanted to do something special with them for the occasion. Of course we did! And so we set forth to craft the sort of tee that would befit both of our brands by going to our go-to Illustrator, Long Isles one and only FiliGuido, Lamour Supreme.
Greg and Lamour have been obsessed with these lil’ d “Mystic Seer” devil heads that maybe you’ve seen in the classic Twilight Zone episode, “Nick of Time” starring William Shatner as a man obsessed with an evil fortune telling machine. We decided to use this little critter with the Diamond in his eye from an episode with “Nick” in it’s title (get it? Nick Diamond) would make the perfect base for our collaboration.
Taking Diamond’s Cali roots into account we wanted o give the illustration and type treatment a very Cholo feel. Wouldn’t that thing make an incredible tattoo? Go get one! The shirt is available in White and Black and will exclusively be sold at only the Diamond Supply Co. Pop-Up shop in NY, and our Echo Park shop in Los Angeles. No online sales!
Now we couldn’t do something with Lamour Supreme and not somehow tie a toy into it, now could we? These tees will be joined by an evil little companion, The Necromon! Lamour recently crafted this monster for RealxHead and in honor of the collaboration he custom painted three of them to be sold only at the Diamond NY Pop-Up. Notice the “Mystic Seer” also forms the inspiration for this guys head.
This 6 inch tall doll is hand painted by Lamour in tones of Мишка Magenta and Diamond’s “Tiffany” Teal and features some diamonds (not real diamonds!) encrusted around it’s body. These will retail for $150 and will be gone in a blink of an eye. Both will be available this Saturday (1o/23) only at the Diamond Supply Pop-Up in NY and our shop in Echo Park. head after the jump for pics of both the tee and Necromon.
Q: Mystic Seer, will I be able to get my hands on one?
A: Only if you’re quick!
Diamond Supply Co.
152 Allen Street
New York, NY
212- 673-6773
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1547 Echo Park Ave
Los Angeles, CA
213-536-4234
