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Happy Halloween: An All New Season of Мишк-O-Lanterns!

Monday, October 31st, 2011

It’s Halloween and each year more and more of you guys mail in Мишка inspired jack-o-lanterns! We really appreciate your devotion to the brand and we truly do love seeing each of these pumpkin creations. This year Cyco Simon seems to have been left out of the fun, but the Kill With Power face got plenty of love. And why not? That thing was born to be a jack-o-lantern.

This year we’re gonna treat all of you who spent time craving these with a lil’ sumthin’ sumthin’. So if you guys see your name below shoot us an email to bloglin@mishkanyc.com with your address and size.


Kill With Power by @DenMobKrew


Death Adder by Cameron Whipple


Kill With Power by Chip Newell


Bear Mop by The Grim Creeper


Keep Watch Mini Pumpkin by Enrique Garcia


This was sent in but I’m not really sure if it’s a Мишк-O-Lantern. It’s a Bear of some sort though and it’s by Callum Graham


Keep Watch courtesy of @jzfallows and @EFallows


Death Adder and Cyrillic type by @KaliaAwesome


Keep Watch by @vvlkr


Kill With Power by Steve Krause

Thanks again to all of you who did one of these Мишк-O-Lanterns. We’re looking forward to seeing even more next year. Have a happy rest of your Halloween.

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Stop What You’re Doing ‘Cause It’s Here… LIVE. LOVE. A$AP. Download It Now!

Monday, October 31st, 2011

The long awaited and occasionally delayed official debut mixtape from the newly minted $3 million dollar man, A$AP Rocky is finally here. To be honest, when the majors started courting Rocky heavily and this got delayed from it’s original drop date, I was certain this was gonna be Goblin all over again. But  I was wrong and thankfully it’s here. Props to Rocky for giving everyone that free taste before he heads back to the kitchen.

Quick glance at the tracklisting and I love that there’s 5 Clams Casino beats, 2 from Burn One, 2 from Beautiful Lou, a Purrp beat along with two guest spots from him and a guest spot from Main Attrakionz… So stop what you’re doing and go on and download LIVE.LOVE.A$AP. You’re gonna love it.

And if you’re still like “Who? Aseop Rock?” then head over and read Complex’s new and lengthy interview on Rocky called “Who Is ASAP Rocky.” On a side note, that’s a pretty fuckin’ sweet and iconic looking cover.

Download A$AP Rocky’s LIVE. LOVE. A$AP (Click Here)

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Boardwalk Empire Re-Up: The Age of Reason

Monday, October 31st, 2011

Happy Halloween!

My dear friends. Today we are assembled to witness the power of the Lord. He, omniscient, knows what you did, but still expects you to tell a priest, because the poor man has an otherwise piss poor life and needs some way to take part in the scuttlebutt. So Margaret’s son Teddy’s first communion is a perfect device for Margaret to clear the air about her attraction for Sleater. Duh. Nucky is not satisfying her in bed, because he is still preoccupied with his indictment business, and it turns out that after a visit from Sen. Walter Edge the Attorney General has decided to put Nuck’s future in the balance once again. Duh. Rothstein and Waxy Gordon are visiting from out of state in order to assure Nuck and Chalkie that their booze shipment would make it safely to Atlantic City. That is, until Jimmy catches a glimpse of Manny Horvitz’s associate out on the Boardwalk with Nuck, duh.

The Lord giveth! Paz De La Huerta gotta have lemons because she’s awfully pregnant, so Nelson Van Alden, a true man of God, accepts to bring some back after he visits his awfully burned agent in the hospital. Last we heard from Van Alden he was pretty unrepentant about his indiscretion with Lucy, but this accident – which occurred as his agents were investigating Doyle’s warehouse as part of a spontaneous internal affairs hunch – has apparently shaken him up a bit. Must be catholic guilt. Also it may be that when he starts to say a prayer for the charred officer, the man wakes up from his medicated coma to point at him and yell “i know what you did!” That’s an awful lot of weight on the IRS agent’s shoulders, and he calls his wife to apologize (again) fully prepared to confess to his superior that he might have been embezzling some confiscating money. But it turns out that the poor agent is delirious and has been pulling the same stunt with every visitor to his room. Praise be! Van Alden is off the hook and goes home. Where Lucky has givethed birth to a baby girl all by herself (it took her two days, barely broke a sweat). I guess there was an understanding somewhere that she could not go to the hospital? Anyway, after the phonograph, that’s the efficiency of early twentieth century home deliveries for ya. Truly another era. Van Alden goes to get a doctor and when he returns, a midwife who is actually his own wife is tending to Lucy’s bedside. And so the Lord taketh away.

The Lord giveth! Jimmy gets some one-on-one time with one of the Grumpy elders who turns out to be not so grumpy, and actually admirative of Nucky. After he catches Horvitz’s boy double-crossing him, he pays a visit to the slaughterhouse and learns all about the Philly port of call, with enough time to spare to set up an ambush. Horvitz is pretty hilarious in this scene, nudging Jimmy to kill his former associate as an initiation, pretexting that he is an injured and his killing him would be treif (this is theologically unsound, which is why it’s funny). Jimmy obliges with some compassion for the poor animal and delivering a proper shechitah. That night, he, Horvitz and Harrow intercept the convoy which is driven by Lucky and Meyer who are obviously outnumbered but manage to call a truce. They strike a deal with Rothstein’s men to mule their heroine; Jimmy points out to Horvitz that “you can’t kill everyone, it’s not good business” a rule by which Horvitz abides by only killing the disposable character. And so the Lord… giveth more?

The Age of Reason heralded by the title is conspicuously Teddy’s, and underhandedly Jimmy’s. He is on a pretty solid path to be a boss now, learning to respect his enemies and bargaining more, even if it is with the Devil. The deeper implication is that he polarized Black and White works for a while, but as we have seen many times, the grey characters are longest lasting in this game. And you always need a back-up plan. We will see where that leads Jimmy – it seems that he is growing more awkward with his mom, and nothing really bad has happened to him in a while.

Harry the Attorney General drops another masonry reference, cracking a joke about their funny hats. I suppose that’s what’s to come in the second half of the season. Now that Lucy has had the baby, maybe Van Alden will get back to prohibiting again, which would logically take him to cross paths with the Commodore’s operations. Nucky still has enough leverage to get the whores out of his fancy-shoed attorney’s room, but he is otherwise kind of going with the flow at this point.

It’s midseason, so the main plot needed a kick in the balls after a few episodes of gratuitous fun, I’m cool with that. Bringing in religion was convenient; those who think they are gods are quickly dethroned – it’s not about the deity, it’s about the faith (as Margaret points out) and the values (as Grumpy points out).

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Review: Astronautalis – This Is Our Science

Monday, October 31st, 2011

AstronautalisThis Is Our Science (2011) [Fake Four] // Grade: A

This one was really interesting to me. I first met Andy (Astronautalis) in 2004 or so. He was on tour with my homie Jacques, and they were playing a show at a random venue in Orlando. From what I’d heard Andy was badass freestyler. He definitely was—and is—but aside from the “Lookin Ass Kittie” video, I had never been all too into his recorded material. But, with this record I feel like Astronautalis is not only in a new space for himself, but he’s also offering a new space for the audience. These songs are, as a friend observed, somewhat impersonal confessionals. And when I talked to Andy about the record it was one of the first things he brought up.

“These are songs for other people to sing also.” This record is in no way a departure form anything that Astronautalis has done in the past, but it’s a purposeful change in direction. There’s a distinct difference between making confessional songs imbued with emotion which captivate a listener, and making captivating emotional songs for the listener to imbue with whatever it is they’re feeling. The former is what Andy has done in the past, and the latter is what’s happening here. As an artist these kinds of moves fascinate me, because they’re the kinds of things that only the artists are thinking about. They are very subtle distinctions that completely change the creative process, and the functional outcome, but which still come out looking and feeling relatively similar. It’s something like the difference between a Toyota Camry and Lexus ES. The frame, and the car as tool are the same, but the user interface is completely different.

“This was really about accepting who I’ve become, and instead of trying to compensate for it, indulging it, and seeing how far it actually goes.” Andy has been touring for something like 8 years. “I’ve accepted the fact that because I live this life I don’t necessarily get to have a house, and all the normal stuff that defines people. I’m in a town for a night and then gone.” Instead of being Andy creating art as Astronautalis, this is much like the transformation I described in Das Racist’s Relax. This record is the moment when the life that Astronautalis has created becomes who Andy is, and the feedback loop closes. Instead of being a man compensating for the ways that making art defiles his life, he is an artist fully manifesting his actions and becoming who he will be by abandoning who he was.

The record is brilliantly engineered, and I would be remiss to write this review and skip over speaking about the engineering. It reminds me of High Violet, and John Congleton’s work recording, producing, engineering, and mixing is deserving of nothing less than the utmost praise. I really can’t emphasize the incredible craftsmanship that it took to make this record sound like it does. But, the way it sounds is a strength beyond just the engineering because the concept behind the songs also sets this album apart. I’ve been combing through all of the recorded hip hop I can find since the late 90’s. I’ve heard tons of records, and—no hyperbole—I’ve never heard a record quite like this. I’ve heard Andy, and other people rap similarly, but the instrumentation and engineering here have created a largely unprecedented element. There is a dynamism here that is mostly foreign to hip hop. And from the alternate perspective, there is a sense of immediacy here that simply doesn’t exist in backpack rap.

I think this may be an easy record to skip over, but it’s also a very easy record to get entirely taken by. Certainly, after talking to Andy, I have a different feeling about the record. But even without talking to him I knew that he was creating familiar ballads that had to be rapped instead of sung. Perhaps this record is more significant than I first realized considering that statement though. We know how to sing along to ballads, but that is something from a previous generation, it isn’t from our time. And we know how to rap along to anthemic bangers, but I don’t think we’ve ever really had these kinds of ballads to rap along to. So bravo to you sir, an effort well planned and executed.

Buy it at Insound!

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Los Angeles: You’re Getting a Мишка Sample Sale!

Monday, October 31st, 2011

The moment has arrived ladies & gentlemen… We are excited to announce the long overdue second coming of Мишка’s Los Angeles Sample Sale. It’s been a good 3 years since our last sample sale so mark your calenders & schedules because on Saturday November 5th in Downtown Los Angeles, we will have the craziest sale for you. I’m talking low ball prices that will make these off-price websites cringe. As always, the sale will be CA$H ONLY and will be located at 850 S Hope St. Los Angeles, CA 90017 on the corner of S Hope St & 9th Ave.

We will be open for business from 11am to 6pm. Due to our participation in this group event, the organizers are charging a $5 entry with a canned good or nonperishable food. Trust us: the savings & deals we are offering on our previous seasonal collections will make that entry  a far removed after-thought. We will have everything from cut & sew and t-shirts to headwear, accessories and bottoms. And with the holidays fast approaching, these bargains are bigger than Black Friday so keep that in mind. One of our good friends Obey will be participating as well as Han Cholo, WeSC and Kr3w. Good times await so we hope to see you there enjoying the Мишка deals, food trucks, great artists & people and some music.

Saturday November 5th, 11am-6pm
850 S Hope St
Los Angeles, CA
$5 entry with canned good or non-perishable food
$7 entry without

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Store Spotting: Cavalera Conspiracy, Our Favorite Hessians!

Monday, October 31st, 2011

A few weeks ago, we had the pleasure of linking up with some of our favorite hessians: Cavalera Conspiracy. Our good friend Iggor Cavalera, accompanied by fellow bandmate Johnny Chow, stopped by the office and the shop to catch up with us and talk about the future. CC stopped by while on their East Coast leg of their tour featuring Opeth and Earth Crisis who is alive and still straight edge.

Unfortunately Max (Cavalera) woke up that day and could not speak forcing them to cancel the date but we’re hoping to catch them next time with new material as hard hitting as their latest release, Blunt Force Trauma, and of course some Sepultura classics.

On his right side is Andrew Kline whom on this tour is Iggor’s drum tech but any other day you can find him busy in the studio, hard at work on a variety of projects including an unreleased album with famed Cypress Hill Dj/Producer DJ Muggs that will take you on a Portishead-esque journey to the dark side and back; and “Carry on Tradition,”,a hip hop album under the moniker Drew Tradition featuring West Coast all-stars such as B-Real, Ras Kass, Apathy and Planet Asia. If you’re still edge and haven’t lost your hardcore then you will most certainly know Andrew from 90s straight edge powerhouse, Strife. There is only one truth!

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Мишка Presents “The Green Monster” feat. Andrew W.K., Mr. Muthafuckin’ eXquire & Nick Catchdubs

Monday, October 31st, 2011

This is a lil’ different for us, but it’s awesome nonetheless. We made a short film along with the good folks from NoPromo. We hope you like it cause we sure do.

Brooklyn streets are weird enough as is without the aid of certain sticky green enhancers. Fortunately, its all in a days work for the kid, who’s more than just his routine, who he serves and what he’s pitching. This cycle is far from ordinary. With a few special customers, and some chance encounters, this one day snapshot of a Brooklyn delivery guy takes a few unusual detours and gets into the mental of “The Green Monster.”

Featuring Nick Catchdubs, Andrew W.K., & Mr. Muthafuckin’ eXquire, and introducing Alex Jackson as “The Kid.” Directed by NoPromo.

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Review: Brutal Truth – End Time

Monday, October 31st, 2011

Brutal TruthEnd Time (2011) [Relapse] // Grade: A+

I had this quest in my younger days where i was looking for the most brutal music I could find. It was the early 90′s, I was in England chilling with some punks I knew, and this girl I only marginally talked to handed me this tape of Napalm Death’s Mentally Murdered and said I should “try that.” I did not know her very well, so far as I remember the only thing we shared was being straight edge – I had sworn off of drugs out of sheer spite of cooler, older kids; she had sworn off of drugs of sheer spite of younger, deader kids. But Napalm Death was good to me. It was aggressive, it was raw as fuck but above all it was oddly familiar to other things I liked to listen to most street punk and DC hardcore. So I looked for more grindcore around but few bands came close to that vicious, angry, gripping feeling I got when I first listened to ND. It was weird, because Carcass, Bolt Thrower and Brutal Truth, the more recurring names I could find, didn’t do much for me. A few newer bands such as Agathocles and Agoraphobic Nosebleed caught my ear real nicely, but even new ND stuff became kind of boring to me,;I stopped hanging out with those kids anyway, and I kind of preferred rap by that point.

Fast forward 15 odd years and a new Brutal Truth album lands on my desk (since I am sharing unnecessary elements of my life, I should add in these parentheses that it is actually a card table, and that my wife put it there). It remained at the bottom of a pile for a while, but I am a curious guy, plus I really liked Kevin Sharp’s vocals for the two Venomous Concept albums (better than his old guttural Brutal Truth vocals, more punk rock) and I was working late night so I thought: why not stick that in my ear canals for a change? I now feel it safe to say that was the best decision I had made that week. From the very beginning of the album, you are taken through a very heavy, noisy, creepy intro called Malice that sounds both like a warm-up for the instruments and tiny bits of hellfire raining down on earth for 3:27 minutes. Then track 2 kicks out full speed, followed by eight other tracks lasting around 1 minute each.

The shorter tracks on this plate contain the essence of grindcore as I see it, by the way. Some comprehensible tracks such as Fuck Cancer and Crawling Man Blues provide a perfect soundtrack for the thematic assault that their lyrics convey. As a quick break midway, we get to Warm Embrace of Poverty another dirgy goodness that reminds me of some fine Louisiana sludge. And off we go again into fast-paced songs, with groovy delicious on Old World Order and its thrashing melody. Killing Planet Earth is great, it’s Oi Polloi in fast forward. All Work and No Play is huge! And it culminates in 5-second long Trash. After it, Drink Up comes in as a modern blackened death experience for the illuminated listener. What a ride.

But what is this? Feedback? A nice little drumbreak that seems to OH GOD WHAT IS GOING ON? Thus starts Control Room, the closing track of the album. A 15 minute diatribe against your brain. It’s awesome – entirely wrong though. Riffs and cymbal slaps everywhere, feedback all the way through. Jamming for soundcheck. It’s the most punishing track Brutal Truth have ever made, and I am not saying this lightly. Not because it’s particularly heavy (it’s mostly noise) but because it slaps you in the face for ever thinking that Brutal Truth were that one-trick pony band that you stopped listening to a while ago. When they came back a couple of years ago with Evolution Through Revolution, they were just telling you to wake up. This time, they are daring you to listen up, because they can still make better than your favorite band, even if they already were you favorite band.

Buy it at Insound!

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Check 1-2, Bust That Bass!

Sunday, October 30th, 2011

Our boy Duey FM AKA System D-128 sent us over a brand new video he just finished for as he puts it “2 cool cats from Cleveland.” Those “cool cats” are bustedBASS and they have a brand new EP out called Weekends, which you can download for free via their bandcamp.

Duey’s also got a pretty sweet new promo video that he made for himself featuring some of his finished work and works in progress featuring his art/beat project Check 1-2.

The Promo was made by Him and Champagne Shane, the duo is called Blue Champagne System. The duo is also almost done with a brand new
Mr. Muthafuckin’ eXquire video!!! If I had to think of  a perfect collaboration between sound and video? Here’s a sneak peak, you’ve been warned.

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Reasons [Not] To Be Cheerful Pt. 9: The Strange Powers of Slow Trash

Sunday, October 30th, 2011

Recently, DJ and underground music impresario Robert Disaro declared the death of slowed up music. Bold words, considering he himself has serious ties to Houston, a city where the legacy of DJ Screw is a lifestyle choice and not a trend.  To further the confusion, Disaro’s eponymous label was instrumental in breaking the dark drag of Witch House and the man just concluded a summer tour laden with more Gothic trappings than a Crow Convention. Perhaps the 2011 Upside Down Cross Deuces Tour was his fond farewell before embarking on his next journey, or maybe he just feels that as a pioneer of the sound he has the right to decide when it ends. Whatever the case, it is obvious that he didn’t hold a coven council meeting, because it seems like slowed up sounds aren’t really going anywhere.

One artist that didn’t get the memo is Denver based Strange Powers.  Earlier this year, Powers impressed many with the Mmmmmmmm EP he released on AMDISCS.  His new EP on Tundra Dubs, Genetisis actually turns up the Screw, by fusing Strange Powers’ pernicious synth with an ample amount of promethazine pitched  hip hop samples. Tracks like “After the Gold Rush” sweat an odd mixture of absinthe and codeine, as industrial sounds are assaulted by some of the most minimal  post-Screw that has ever been recorded. As I mentioned in my first article about Strange Powers, he is no stranger to the boom bip, and developed his sound making his bones on the underground hip hop scene.

Tennessee’s Party Trash is another artist that will never let the spirit of Robert Davis Jr. die. Although he dabbles in a wide range of music, from IDM to drone, his roots are always apparent. Last month, he and I released an EP as Thoed Myndez based almost entirely on loops and samples snatched from original gray tapes. Just about everything Party Trash touches has the indelible tattoo of Screw all over it. He also just released a crucial Halloween mixtape (a collaboration with fellow Tennesse producer fr<>ze,) featuring original beats and rhymes from a handful of their closest friends, including SortaHuman, Noah23 and Blam Lord.

So what’s the damn deal? Why all the fatalism in a goofy little internet music scene?  The answer lies in the artists themselves. Big ticket artists on the small scene have seemingly tired of their old sounds.  Replacing lo fi bit rates with a more polished version of sinister bass and a vibe borrowed from early 90’s rave and modern dubstep. It is true that this rebirth of cruel seems to be getting a little slicker this year. Additionally, too many factions within the insulated community seem to be clamoring to declare their own take on it as the heir apparent to the house that a few small batch CD-Rs built. As the music becomes more diverse and faceted, there are always new artists looking to repeat the triumphs (or tragedies) of earlier artists that released through seminal labels like Disaro. Whatever your class in RPG Funk: Rock on, Rave on or Sail on. It is diversification that leads to progress, this has always been the power of chaos and mutation.

There’s room on this Masada for all to jump.

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