Grindcore Frontman with Writer’s Block Only Writing 19 Songs a Day

FORT WORTH, Texas — The lead singer of local grindcore band Razor Masturbator found his creative output drop dramatically after his debilitating writer’s block had him down to writing only 19 songs per day, bandmates have confirmed.

“I used to write 40 songs about desecrating corpses within 30 minutes, and these past two weeks I haven’t been able to crack 20 songs. I guess I’ve just been in a good mood lately and it’s really fucking up my ability to fit three minutes of lyrics within ten seconds,” said frontman Russel Conner. “It feels like I’m just screaming about the same shit. If I can’t get over this writer’s block I might have to do something drastic like get a full-time job. Maybe in order to convey how sick our capitalist society is I have to be a part of it. What the hell am I saying? I’m an artist dammit!”

Conner’s bandmates’ attempts to inspire him have so far been unsuccessful.

“I’m just the guy who plays three variations of blast beats but even I know Russel’s creative burnout could tank our momentum. Shit, our label expects four more albums by the beginning of 2025! I get writer’s block happens but nothing’s been able to inspire him, not even our weekly viewings of fucked up Eastern Eurpoean horror movies,” said Sid Garza. “I pitched this idea of a 43-track concept album of inhuman growls but he said he’d rather his mind stay blank than take suggestions from a drummer. Sorry for trying, asshole!”

The band’s label rep was not concerned, as he’d seen this exact scenario play out before.

“Russel and the band are in good hands. I developed a little retreat for our grindcore artists so they can rejuvenate their sound. Basically I just send ‘em to the middle of the woods and they’re subjected to the most brutal living conditions possible,” said A&R rep Jeff Skinner. “Once, Pig Destroyer was struggling with material so I had them all thrown in a hole, covered it with razor wire, and left them for six days. They came back to the studio and used the experience to record ‘Terrifyer,’ and the rest is history.”

Later, Russel had a burst of creativity and wrote 30 songs in an hour after finding out his reclusive aunt died and was eaten by her cats.

Every State Champs Album Ranked From Worst To Best

After the neon fad thankfully came to a close in the late aughts/early 2010s, Warped Tour kids with extremely cartoonish t-shirts were looking for some more punk to defend, and boy did they get it in poppy droves from such bands as The Story So Far, Neck Deep, and Defend Pop Punk overlords/mainstays Man Overboard! Another victorious member of the DPP community are Albany, New York’s State Champs, who formed in 2010, and contributed a different yet refreshing sense of melody and catchiness to the Ak-47 goofy “movement.” Surprisingly to some, but not you, the band is still going strong fourteen years later with five full-length studio albums that we are about to rank from worst to best. For this piece, EPs, acoustic albums, and anything not considered an LP are disqualified from entry, so we aim to elevate by your greatest mistake. Easy enough!

5. Living Proof (2018)

We will go on record by stating that we sincerely like all Of State Champs’ albums, but this one is the most inconsistent release front-to-back, so it’s in the golden stinker spot. Honestly, “Living Proof,” the band’s third full-length studio LP, was sort of handicapped from the start as it followed their first/best two records, and a higher quality follow-up was a difficult feat. Maybe there were too many producer cooks in the proverbial kitchen which made it feel a tad more disjointed than prior efforts? Maybe the songs couldn’t cut through the static and remained frozen for both SC fans and casual listeners? Or maybe our opinion is wrong? Whatever it is, most of the songs are still gold from the insides AND the sidelines.

Play it again: “Frozen”
Skip it: “Cut Through The Static”

4. Kings of the New Age (2022)

State Champs are no strangers to collaborations and this, their fourth length studio album “Kings of the New Age” showcases that with features from artists like Mitchell Tenpenny and bands like Four Year Strong, Neck Deep, and Against The Current. It’s definitely a step in the right direction after “Living Proof” and the band literally, uh, proved that they were here to stay. That’s good because they’re good enough, they’re smart enough, and doggone it, people like them. Some minds don’t change but some bands do, and State Champs managed to pull off changing a lot but somehow staying the same… and we like it like that, yeah, baby, we like it like that! Let’s end this section with the beginning: Opening track “Here to Stay” has a killer riff and its execution and guitar tone is far, far more than just sound.

Play it again: “Here to Stay”
Skip it: “Where Were You”

3. State Champs (2024)

Self-titled efforts are effectively a statement from their start and State Champs’ fifth and most recent full-length is a more than solid one. It may not reinvent the wheel of pop-punk but it definitely will run you over and over to your favorite streaming platform to listen and give your .0004 cents to. Songs like “Silver Cloud” and “Light Blue” are undeniably pleasing and the band seemingly had a hell of a time providing each listener a constant refrain to sing. Also, it must be said that the band truly delivers in the best way live, so if you have a chance AND the change to attend a show, check them on their headlining tour supporting this album with openers Knuckle Puck, Meet Me @ The Altar, and Daisy Grenade… So can we get back to basics somehow? Yes. We. Can.

Play it again: “Light Blue”
Skip it: “I Still Want To”

2. “Around the World and Back” (2015)

Sometimes a sophomore album that comes out is essentially the same album as its former on steroids, or whatever performance-enhancing illegal drug the kids are on these days. While, and it semi-pains us to say this but not really, “Around the World and Back” contains “Secrets,” which is the band’s best single in their catalog, the band’s debut album contains zero “skip it” tracks and this one doesn’t. A silver medal is better than a bronze or none, so ATWAB stans should still stay stoked, but we know that they won’t as you readers typically focus on what we gaffed over any agreements, and we hate/don’t blame you for it! By the time this record was released, State Champs was already a headlining band and it was supplanted further by its success…

Play it again: “Secrets”
Skip it: “Tooth and Nail”

1. “The Finer Things” (2013)

If you were lucky enough to go to When We Were Young this past October in Las Vegas then you were treated to State Champs playing their all killer no filler debut full-length studio album “The Finer Things” in full for its eleventh anniversary. Even though “deep breath” gets confused for “dick breath” by a casual listener of TFT, we forgive the entire region of Upstate New York and the art of yoga. Broad/bold statement alert: “The Finer Things” is certainly one of the better pop-punk albums and most certainly one of the more high quality efforts in said genre of the 2010s. Said opinion that doubles as a fact means so much more than normal as the 2010s was EXTREMELY oversaturated with pop punk records.

Play it again: Excellence
Skip it: Nonentities

25 Descendents Songs Your Old Ass Can Listen To While Shopping For Skate Shoes Big Enough To Fit Your Orthopedic Insoles

Wearing skate shoes is a great way to still show the world that you’re still young at heart even after all of the cartilage you once had in your knees has long since turned to dust. But it can be time-consuming trying to find footwear large enough to accommodate your arch-supporting prescription insoles, especially when you don’t want to compromise yourself by asking the seventeen-year-old employee at the Journeys in the mall for assistance. So to help you pass the time while your old ass browses the Etnies website, we compiled 25 songs by perennial youngsters the Descendents that remind you that it would be far easier to just give up and buy an all-white pair of New Balances already. (Listen along to the playlist while you read each entry, click here)

25. Sick-O-Me

Man, that opening riff sure slaps. Do the kids still say that? “Slaps”? Maybe don’t risk asking the hipster kid who works here until you’re sure or you will end up being a punchline on TikTok, an app you still haven’t figured out how to use.

24. You Make Me Sick

“Tony Lombardo was 20 years older than the rest of the Descendents” is something you can mutter under your breath repeatedly to convince yourself that it’s cool that you’re going to pay for these shoes with a coupon you manually clipped out of a Good Housekeeping magazine.

23. Sour Grapes

A song all about not being willing to claw for the attention of someone younger and cooler than you will make a great soundtrack for when you finally break down and make the Journeys cashier go in the back for a third time because it turns out you don’t wear a size 11 anymore.

22. Pervert

There was a time when this song would have been ironic and kind of cute for you. But now you’re worried that just being in a children’s shoe store at the mall will end up getting you on some sort of watch list.

21. We

We’re including this song to remind you that you have been married for fourteen years and that you have three kids who were with you when you got to the mall. Please look around you now to ensure that they are still there. Don’t see them? Well then maybe this purchase can wait for a little while.

20. Coolidge

Reflecting on your very uncool past and the mistakes you’ve made in your life really shows your growth as a person. Well, sort of. Your doctor did tell you that you should have gotten these insoles five years ago, but you said “no” at the time because they wouldn’t fit into your Vans slip-ons.

19. Bikeage

A song about the devastation of being a teenage junkie is perfect for reminding you that you haven’t been able to get drunk in eight months, and that the last time you did it was when you had three beers with your father-in-law during an early afternoon golf game. You felt sick for a full week after that.

18. ‘Merican

You’re probably old enough to have personally been present for every historical reference in this song.

17. Cheer

Hang on. Pop those wired earbuds out for a minute. Oh damn, this song is actually playing over the in-store sound system. See, you aren’t really that old after all. Just hope no one in your vicinity uses the term “retro” in the next few minutes and this could be the self-esteem boost you really need during this shopping trip.

16. Smile

Here’s a good song to remind you of the fact that, when you first walked into this Journeys, the cashier actively sneered at you. But it’s cool, they probably do that to everybody, right?

15. I’m Not a Punk

While you’re listening to the lyric “I’m just a square going nowhere,” we hope that you remember that you also have to stop by Macy’s to buy some more relaxed fit Dockers while they’re still on sale.

14. Everything Sux

Well, you finally found a pair of shoes you like that are also wide enough to accommodate your “balloon animal arches.” But unfortunately, they just sold the last pair to a twenty-year-old with intact kneecaps who can actually do hardflips and not those weird ‘90s frontside shuv it looking things you grew up watching. Man, fuck everything.

13. Kids

We used the live version for this song because sometimes it can be a little jarring to hear a live track when you weren’t expecting it. And hopefully it will jar you into realizing that you’ve been zoning out in this Journeys for 45 minutes while you left your own kids unsupervised back in the food court.

12. My World

Your doctor expressly told you that skate shoes were a bad option for these insoles. But shows what that egghead knows – he was probably a parking lot security guard in a past life.

11. Parents

Well, your kids aren’t where you last remembered leaving them. Let’s head back for one more browse over the clearance section and hope that this situation just resolves itself somehow.

10. Clean Sheets

Don’t forget, you also have to pick up dry cleaning while you’re running errands today.

9. Victim of Me

There are plenty of ways that life doesn’t turn out exactly like you thought it would. For instance, you didn’t anticipate having such bad insurance that the only podiatrist you can afford also moonlights as a bouncer at an erotic donut shop. But hey, plans change.

8. My Dad Sucks

Now that you yourself are a parent of three children whose location is currently unknown, you have a small amount more understanding for your own parents being tyrannical jerks your whole childhood. Also, you should inform mall security that your kids are loose somewhere on the premises.

7. Cool To Be You

No it’s not just your imagination, everyone in the store is looking at you. And not in the “hey look at the cool shoes that that cool guy is checking out in that cool corner over there” way – in the “maybe we should call the retirement home to see if he escaped somehow” way.

6. Marriage

If you ask the Journeys cashier if they’d be willing to let you adopt them, it might help your spouse forget that you have absolutely lost all of your previous children by this point.

5. Tired of Being Tired

When you wake up everything hurts. And when you try to go to sleep, as soon as your head hits the pillow, you suddenly feel like you have to pee – not enough to actually have to get up to pee but enough that it’s going to keep bothering you. Goddamn, it’s just fucking exhausting.

4. Get the Time

When you “get the time” you’re probably gonna have to go to a PTA meeting or drive to the good Panera even though it’s way out of your way. That’s all that happens when you “get the time” now, oldy.

3. When I Get Old

Well, no point in wondering about it anymore. Here’s exactly what things are like for your old ass – buying prescription strength shoes at one in the afternoon.

2. Suburban Home

Here’s a song that you probably thought was a sarcastic jab at the status quo when you were a shithead teenager but now would gladly give any three body parts to be able to afford any part of the current real estate market.

1. I Don’t Want To Grow Up

So, you’ve irritated your doctor, made everyone at Journeys uncomfortable, sent mall security on a hunt to find the children you’ve neglected and, despite all of that, you still haven’t found a pair of skate shoes that will accommodate your frail, old person bones. Yeah, it sure would be nice to not grow up – but since you’re already there, just buy the fucking New Balances already and call it a day.

Listen along to the playlist:

Midwest Punk Returns Missing Wallet with More Money Than When He Found It

CHICAGO — A tourist’s evening was saved after a local Midwest crust punk was nice enough to return their missing wallet and even added more money than when it was found, onlookers confirmed.

“I found this guy’s wallet on the bathroom floor next to me as I was waking up, and I figured oh gosh his night’s going to be a bit spoiled if I don’t get this to him. I asked around and sure enough the bouncer saw him step outside, so I threw a 20 spot in there for his troubles and got it to him right before he started canceling his cards,” said punk Dan Kapowki. “I figured he’d need a beer or three after a scare like that! I could tell he was surprised, but out here we don’t believe in fucking people up in the pit.”

Paul Johnson, the owner of the missing wallet, was admittedly confused by how helpful Kapowski had been.

“I know I shouldn’t judge a book by its cover, but my life did flash before my eyes seeing a 6 ‘4” man with a mohawk and a tattered battle vest sprinting towards me out of a darkened dive bar. The last thing I expected was having my wallet returned with a better return on investment than my own bank. I thought there was going to be a catch, but he was genuinely concerned! What the hell is this place?” said Johnson. “I’m from New York, so I’m used to the type of people who’d step over me should I get hit by a car. He even gave me three Chicago hardcore bands to name in case anyone stopped me and asked. What a guy!”

The bar’s owner knew Kapowki would instinctively do the right thing, as his behavior was ingrained in the city’s punk scene.

“Unlike the coastal elitists, the only competition out here is with Milwaukee and Detroit punks over who hates cops more. If someone needs a hand loading in equipment for a show or a chance to deface government property, we pitch in,” said Mark Franklin. “Last winter when the neighborhood got snowed in, Dan and a few others took some speed and had the whole block shoveled out before the plows arrived. Don’t ask me how he found that $20, but I hope the guy who got his wallet back pays it forward.”

At press time, Kapowski offered to help drive Johnson back to his hotel with a police cruiser he’d just broken into and hotwired.

Opinion: This Band Is Hands Down the Worst Shit I’ve Ever Heard and You Couldn’t Pay Me to Ever Listen to Them Again, Good People Though!

So last night, they had their monthly metal show down at Reese’s Rock Quarry and there was this band called Gorelick, right? Holy shit were they awful. I mean like, probably the worst band I’ve ever seen in all my years of going to that shit hole bar. I hated every second of it, seriously. The Gorelick dudes are super nice guys though.

They had a fucking xylophone player. How cool and unique huh? Wow. It was fucking terrible. It sounded like “Knick-Knack Paddy-Whack” but mixed with Six Feet Under and Staind. I talked to the guy playing it, Alex, after their set though and he was super cool. We talked about cool shit like old-school wrestling and Sega games for like an hour.

They call their vocalist “Jimmers,” apparently. I was actually tempted to go up on stage and ask him if he was doing okay. I couldn’t help but feel torn between embarrassment and anger and felt like the only way out of his situation would be stopping the set immediately by setting off the fire alarm system or something. Jim’s old band Corpse Huffer was legendary though. He’s helped actually keep the scene alive for the last decade or so. He’s good shit.

Dale, Gorelick’s guitarist, has also been an integral part of the scene for decades. He was actually the guy who put on the benefit show for my dog who needed an emergency operation on his kidneys, and I’ll forever be grateful for him. But my god does he suck at guitar. I mean, it’s like he’s trying to break the record for the amount of recycled Celtic Frost riffs crammed into a 3 minute song.

I talked to their drummer after the show a bit too. He said he really appreciated how much fun it looked like I was having. He mentioned how it looked like I was laughing pretty much the entire set and the whole band was vibing from it. I told him “nice set,” gave his band a “follow” on Bandcamp, and we went our separate ways. He was a really cool dude.

Aside from the awful shit music that the garbage band was playing, the show was a good time! Maybe someday I’ll be able to enjoy these types of things with a partner. My last relationship was with someone who had absolute dog shit taste in music. Good people though, I miss her.

Dave Grohl Forced to Tell Second Family About Even Secreter Third Family

BANGOR, Maine — Foo Fighters singer Dave Grohl was left with no choice but to tell his second family about his even more confidential family, confirmed sources wondering how many others he had.

“The other day, out of the blue, Dave dropped the bombshell. I just never saw it coming,’” said the anonymous woman who is the mother of Grohl’s new baby outside of his marriage. “He told me everything. And I was gutted. I mean, this is a man who said I was special. Well, he whispered it because his wife was in the next room. But still, people always say ‘he’s a rockstar, you should have expected this.’ But I’ll be honest, I didn’t know he was a rockstar when we met. Plus, since when have guys in bands been unfaithful to their mistresses? Disrespectful.”

Grohl’s newest partner Gwyneth Killdare had a much calmer take on the situation.

“As long as it’s just me, and his child’s mother, and the mother of his other children, and maybe a few others sprinkled in here and there in the future, I’m ok with it,” claimed Killdare. “Love is a complex thing. And so is monogamy. It’s not like there are rules about it, and it can be especially tricky when you’re married. I just assumed he was polyamorous or, at worst, a douchebag. Seems like Dave can’t catch a break. I don’t want to make things harder for him than he has already made it for himself.”

Grohl appeared to have his reasons for the handful of extramarital affairs.

“Honestly, my wife and I have a special arrangement where I can cheat on her, even though we’ve never really discussed it with each other. It was more implied, I think,” Grohl explained. “This isn’t new. It’s been going on for years. You know those kids I bring on stage to play with the Foo Fighters? Those are my other secret children. That’s how I spend time with them. I mean, Mick Jagger has eight children with five women. I’m trying to go for the record. Only a few more to go.”

At press time, Grohl was forced to tell his family about his secret dog that he’s owned for years.

25 Punk Albums Turning 25 This Year That All Turned Out to Be Viruses When You Downloaded Them From Napster On Your Dad’s Work Computer

How has it already been 25 years since 1999? 25 years since you were a naive pre-teen who hadn’t yet experienced the joy of turning an entire paycheck into a fistful of punk CDs from Wherehouse Music that would eventually get stolen from your Mustang when you forgot to lock it one night. 25 years since your parents told you they wouldn’t buy you anything from one of those aggressive bands that your older brother’s friend with the green hair kept talking about. 25 years since you sat down at that computer your dad brought home from his new job and installed Napster to download them for free with the help of this new thing called the internet.

You’d spend days at a time tying up the phone line to fill the old man’s hard drive with what you hoped were the latest and greatest albums from the ‘90s punk scene, only to discover that most of them were actually computer viruses and mislabeled songs from NSYNC that sounded like they were recorded in an aluminum shed.

It’s hard to say now if any of those albums were worth infecting the computers of everyone your dad emailed that year with digital STDs, but that didn’t stop you from downloading these 25 punk albums in 1999:

Blink 182 “Enema of the State”

You pirated one of the most successful pop-punk albums of all time because you wanted to hear three men in their late 20s tell dick jokes and sing about dating high schoolers. You also somehow managed to install a copy of the Melissa virus, which would eventually render your dad’s PC useless. You learned nothing from this.

Jughead’s Revenge “Pearly Gates”

This wide-ranging album interested you because you were just learning the difference between SoCal Melodic Punk and SoCal Hardcore, and you’d heard it contained solid examples of each. It also contained a program that changed all of the passwords on an infected computer, making it impossible to do whatever your dad did at his job in the ‘90s. You know he hated the job because sometime you would hear him crying in the garage at night, but neither of you will ever talk about it.

Pennywise “Straight Ahead”

The kids at the skatepark all recommended the new Pennywise album, so you decided to check it out. You were delighted to hear their harder tracks beyond the melodic and radio-friendly “Alien.” Less delightful were the random ASCII symbols that showed up whenever you tried to type anything after this download completed. But your growing digital collection of punk music didn’t seem to mind.

Suicidal Tendencies “Freedumb”

Suicidal Tendencies were more hardcore than anything your 12-year-old brain had been exposed to so far, and you wanted more. Your search for more thrash-punk brought another 40 minutes of music to dad’s C drive, while also switching on an encryption setting that made it impossible to listen to your latest illicit acquisition.

No Use For a Name “More Betterness!”

You would download anything released by Fat Wreck Chords back then. Even if this album didn’t blow you away at the time, it was still a worthy addition to your growing folder of punk MP3s. It also happened to be an early carrier of the Magistr virus, which continued to fill that very folder with junk files until the tiny ‘90s hard drive ran out of space.

Pulley “@#!*”

Pulley was another SoCal melodic hardcore band you wanted more of after you heard them on the radio. Their shared members with numerous other punk acts is ironic in hindsight, as it was this particular album that shared pieces of malicious coding with every computer unfortunate enough to be plugged into the same LAN network at your dad’s office.

Good Riddance “Operation Phoenix”

“Operation Phoenix” was another Fat Wreck Chords release you deemed worthy of your digital thievery. This masterpiece of ‘90s hardcore crammed 16 short, heart-pounding songs into just shy of 30 minutes. You were able to listen to the album in its entirety before an embedded copy of the ILOVEYOU virus started opening thousands of browser tabs and crashed the operating system. The irony is your father hasn’t said “I love you” to you for nearly three decades.

Face to Face “Reactionary”

“Reactionary” was a needed return to the band’s punk roots after their recent release was deemed too “alt rock” for diehard fans. Face to Face let fans vote online for which songs to include in the final album, and it’s clear that several of them chose to include “virus that locks the mouse pointer” for anyone who decided to download this album illegally.

Tiger Army “Tiger Army”

This instant classic of a debut release from Nick13’s psychobilly act was unique enough to draw your attention. You used up an entire 100-Hours-Free AOL promotional disk getting this album onto the fastest computer you’d ever seen at the time, only to watch its processing speed slow to a crawl at the hands of a virus created by a bored college student.

Bigwig “Stay Asleep”

This album’s standout “Flavor Ice” is still stuck in your head to this day. Much like the heavy metals that leached out of your father’s dead, discarded computer at the landfill will be stuck in your city’s water table for decades to come. Maybe if you had just borrowed “Stay Asleep” from a friend, you wouldn’t have bricked your poor father’s only source of internet access.

AFI “Black Sails in the Sunset”

AFI hit the perfect middle ground of their constantly changing sound with “Black Sails in the Sunset.” Not as hardcore as their roots, not as emo as their later releases, just perfectly punk from top to bottom. It’s unfortunate that you never got to listen to the copy you downloaded due to a clever piece of malware that disabled the audio output on Dad’s business machine.

The Lillingtons “Death by Television”

The Lillingtons released one of the decade’s pop-punk masterpieces in ‘99. You decided it was worth risking it all to get a copy from an internet stranger. What’s the worst that could happen? There’s no way this SciFi-themed punk album would be the download that brought a midsized regional car insurance provider to a standstill, right?

Camp Kill Yourself “Volume 1”

This Pennsylvania-based rock band wasn’t necessarily “punk” music, but you downloaded it anyway, because you thought the titular skate tape had a good soundtrack. Listening to CKY’s debut album brought back memories of Bam Margera’s pre-”Jackass” crew pranking strangers and pissing on each other. Meanwhile, an included virus redirected all web traffic to one of the era’s low-resolution porn sites, which Margera would probably have found hilarious.

Common Rider “Last Wave Rockers”

Ten years after the breakup of Operation Ivy, which you learned about mere seconds before you heard this album for the first time, frontman Jesse Michaels founded another ska-punk group. Your search for a free copy of “Last Wave Rockers” somehow added a line of code that disabled the Save function in Microsoft Word, the only program your father really needed on a work computer.

Dropkick Murphys “The Gang’s All Here”

You knew, even in middle school, that it would someday be uncool to admit you liked the Dropkick Murphys. So you downloaded this album alone in shame, secretly craving those shrieking bagpipes that the Murphys’ sophomore album didn’t have very much of. Luckily, the fan in your dad’s computer would fill that void with the constant whine of its worn out bearings as it tried desperately to cool down the overheating CPU.

Citizen Fish “Active Ingredients”

This ska spinoff of UK hardcore group Subhumans was hard to find in stores near you. So you took to Napster again in search of more ska for that phase you’d grow to deny in adulthood. You’d also deny that it was your fault the CD-ROM tray would open and close at random after this until your dad snapped it off in a moment of rage and despair.

Sick of it All “Call to Arms”

You needed a burned CD of true hardcore punk to show the kids at school you weren’t a poser, and Sick of it All was exactly that. That’s right, the ska CD they saw in your backpack wasn’t yours! You were just holding it for a friend! You’re a hardcore kid! Too bad you never got to listen to this album, because the Form virus that came with it filled the screen with fake error messages.

7 Seconds “Good to Go”

“Good to Go” was another hardcore album you tried to pirate after one of the many times the IT guy from your dad’s company reformatted his hard drive and removed your secret Music folder. Your search for this album led you to mistakenly install the Sub7 Trojan Horse, which allowed your dad’s work PC to be remotely monitored and controlled without his or his employer’s knowledge.

The Bouncing Souls “Hopeless Romantic”

The title track from the Souls’ 1999 release was echoing in your mind as you went from hopelessly in love with your new favorite music genre, to completely hopeless for the future of the computer you understood just enough to destroy. What was that countdown timer that popped up on the screen? Why won’t the computer display anything other than that infamous Blue Screen of Death?

Hot Water Music “No Division”

After a two-month “breakup” the year before, Hot Water Music reunited to release their third raspy take on what punk music of the next millennium should sound like. The file that contained this album would go on to release the credit card numbers of every customer who used the online payment section of your dad’s company’s website, damaging their reputation permanently.

Teen Idols “Pucker Up”

At this point, you were downloading illegal copies of punk as often as your terrified father was being written up for security breaches at his new job. You barely even listened to “Pucker Up” before you decided it was too repetitive and deleted it to make space for more new albums on Dad’s overworked hard drive. It wasn’t even about the music at this point was it?

Down By Law “Fly the Flag”

You were 12 and you couldn’t understand if the political lyrics on “Fly the Flag” were truly deep or just the pseudo-intellectual rantings of singer Dave Smalley now that he’d gotten his Master’s Degree in political science. You gave this album so little attention, it hardly justified the malicious code that crept into your printer and spread to every new computer that connected to it. The printer? Wow, that’s a new one.

Agnostic Front “Riot, Riot, Upstart”

It was becoming clear that your unsupervised internet access was the source of your dad’s computer problems. You tried to streamline your focus to new releases from classic hardcore outfits and their shouted, 90-second songs. This Agnostic Front album was one of your only downloads that didn’t have any negative effect on the computer you copied it to, at least for a few months until the Michelangelo virus awakened and rearranged your dad’s hard drive.

Diesel Boy “Sofa King Cool”

With an album name so clever and edgy, how could a 7th-grader NOT steal this Diesel Boy offering from the internet? This pop-punk album was fun to listen to, even if it wasn’t worshiped by the music snobs at your school. Was this album good enough to be the last straw for your bewildered father’s career at a now-failing insurance company? To be referenced by name on a pink slip he’d find waiting in his office one day? Probably not.

The Aquabats “The Aquabats vs. the Floating Eye of Death”

Wow, you were REALLY into ska back then, huh? That whole “I got my dad fired” thing didn’t stop you from downloading this, of all albums? Sure, it was more grown-up sounding than the Bats’ Third Wave Ska aesthetic suggested, but your dad was still reeling from losing his job. He’d developed a healthy fear of computers, and catching you using Napster again in your family’s living room is probably what drove him to full Y2K-prepper hysteria. We hope the Aquabats were worth it.

Nirvana “MTV Unplugged in New York” Songs Ranked by a Millennial Who Still Thinks Their Opinions on Nirvana Make Them Unique

When Nirvana’s “MTV Unplugged in New York” came out 30 years ago it instantly became- and truly remains- my favorite album of all time without exception. Everything about it was captivating; the stripped-down renditions of the songs I knew, the covers I didn’t know (and still haven’t taken the time to listen to the original versions), the banter in between, and the fact that it was a live recording of a single performance. In the decades since, that cliché Nirvana-obsessed 10-year-old has blossomed into an even more cliché Nirvana-obsessed 40-year-old with plenty of personality-defining opinions to show for it. It’s an increasingly rare occasion that waxing poetic about Nirvana has any business outside of your most tolerant group chat so let’s commemorate the release of Unplugged with an equally historic ranking of the songs…

14. Come As You Are

Singling out the worst part of something great is a bit of a cruel errand but truthfully, everything cool about this Nirvana mega-hit is missing from the Unplugged performance. What’s supposed to be a moody groove feels rushed and almost jaunty. Kurt’s vocals hit the sweet spot but without the chime and decay of the instrumental layers the transitions are abrupt and the notion of an “old memmmorrryy” isn’t as hazy as we like it.

13. Something In The Way

The closing track off “Nevermind” has less echo than an inner monologue. It achieves a degree of bleakness that is frankly rare in music and yet it just can’t get bleak enough in this performance environment. Kurt delivers his apocryphal meditation on solitude in a low murmur over sparse arpeggiated guitar but the band joins with a thud and the song unfortunately begins to drag. “Something In The Way” is a challenging needle to thread and similarly difficult to sit in if it’s not quite working; even the band sounds uncomfortable.

12. About A Girl

“About A Girl” is certainly not the best song on Unplugged but is the perfect song to open with. Kurt points out it is off their first album, but what it may lack in familiarity it makes up for as a foundation for the show while leaving plenty of room for growth. The strummy guitars fill the stage as Kurt’s voice settles naturally in the acoustic space, complete with plenty of his signature grit. Furthermore, it’s a charming example of Kurt’s early songwriting; seemingly simple yet clever in the way the chorus finds its way back to the verse.

11. Where Did You Sleep Last Night

Admittedly, this performance would deserve a more generous ranking were its initial impression not somewhat lost on the naive ears of youth… not to mention someone who couldn’t understand how anything could possibly follow “All Apologies.” That aside, the song is a stirring journey through the depths of suspicion, jealousy, loneliness, and loss. The way the guitar stumbles in at the beginning suggests ominous intoxication and the rhythm never fully settles on being either a waltz or a 6/8. The ambiguity plays nicely since the title begs a question but the answers are foggy at best.

10. Dumb

Morose and vaguely baroque, “Dumb” sounds like a chamber piece being performed for a despondent king who doesn’t want to be amused. The rise and fall of each melody line is sharply punctuated by a guitar accent until the final phrase elegantly unfurls and repeats through the chorus like lengthening shadows complemented by rueful cello counterpoint. The focal point of the song is certainly the bridge; ironic since it seems to want nothing more than to shy away and take a nap to catch up on apathy.

9. Jesus Doesn’t Want Me For A Sunbeam

Though simple and obscure, this Vaselines cover is nevertheless impactful in the context of the album. In track order it marks a shift from the novelty of the Unplugged format to the intimacy of a special performance. It’s the first time we truly hear the full acoustic richness of the room captured on the recording, complete with cello and Krist Novoselic memorably on accordion. Kurt carries the verses with minimal guitar and clean, agile vocals while the choruses swell with the full force of the band. The tune is repetitive at the surface but the musical sensibility of the players achieves a greater depth with each pass.

8. Oh Me

Many Nirvana songs muse on sarcastic contradiction, but this Meat Puppets cover veers into the headier realm of duality. Kurt lends a gentle version of his voice to introspection on the meekness, vastness and origin of self. The playing perfectly complements lyrical themes in that both seem caught between emotions; neither anguish of loss nor hope of discovery but perhaps some space to think. Also, considering how rarely Kurt let his lyrics speak directly to feeling, it’s a little treat to hear him earnestly sing a line like, “I would lose my soul the way I do” for once.

7. Lake of Fire

Counted in with those four startling snare cracks, “Lake of Fire” is always a little spooky. The hell portrayed in this bluesy Meat Puppets tune is kind of cartoonish and not particularly threatening, but with one eerie minor strum we’re transported to the realm of a rabid tooth and the grave too soon. What’s chilling is that that realm is here. Kurt screeches at hell, but the emotional truth is in the whimpers and moans directed at how drab and sorrowful the real world can feel.

6. On a Plain

The steady groove and sing-song melodies of “On A Plain” are vintage “Nevermind” goodness, but it’s the absolute gem of a bridge that earns this recording repeat listens. The arpeggiated guitar is so spacious and the harmonies so ethereal it all seems to levitate over the room. Then in perfect analog to “somewhere I have been here before,” the moment passes like déjà vu and the bass line tumbles right back into the song as if the bridge was maybe an illusion. It’s an inspired section every listen.

5. Plateau

Again borrowing from the Meat Puppets, “Plateau” is an enigma that draws you in for a closer listen every time you hear it. The intro wobbles and slides between your ears while the verse feels like a folk tale as old as the land it speaks of. The “bucket and a mop…” shimmers but really it’s more of the mundane. Just when the song arrives at a place devoid of direction or answers it lifts into a soundscape of overlapping arpeggios and peaceful humming as if to close the metaphor; the plateau is not the point, perhaps stop talking and admire the view.

4. All Apologies

Between the song itself and the sad reality of posthumous release, the Unplugged version of “All Apologies” is simply one of the most bittersweet recordings of all time. Every element is at its very best; the tone of the iconic guitar intro, the laid-back groove over which the melody swells, crests and crashes like a wave, and the beautifully harmonized vocal fade out. “All Apologies” is the musical embodiment of the sigh of relief that comes with surrender, and perhaps as close as a listener could ever feel through his music what Kurt felt for himself.

3. The Man Who Sold The World

From the opening twang of the guitar motif all the way through the outro solo, “The Man Who Sold The World” is a mesmerizing collage of chance encounter, asymmetrical familiarity, a mic squeak, and the search for meaning in the void. Melodies wander in and out of major and minor just as the story wanders between memory and hallucination. It’s all very much a mirror of David Bowie and Kurt Cobain’s creative alchemy which naturally results in a recording that feels both vivid and abstract at the same time. Also, if you think the electrified guitar violates MTV’s strict Unplugged policy, hot take brah- bet you’re a blast at parties.

2. Pennyroyal Tea

Just when you thought Unplugged couldn’t get more stripped down and vulnerable, Kurt does this one by himself. Liberated from Dave Grohl’s career-spanning militaristic approach to tempo, Kurt leans lurches and limps his way through this mournful ode to frailty, inadequacy, decay and death. Though morose at face value, there is a cheeky humor to such exaggerated old-soul perspective of such a young man. Hilarious or prophetic, it’s a unique and endearing performance.

1. Polly

“Polly” is the entirety of Unplugged in New York distilled into one undeniably beautiful recording. Anything that could be said of the whole performance and its enduring legacy could be said of this song alone; simple, powerful, honest, celebrated, imbued with sadness and tenderly brilliant. The most moving part of this song about captivity and escape is how Kurt solemnly takes the first verse solo but in an instant the band joins and the whole stage blooms into one tremendous sound. The phrasing elongates in perfect unison, each instrument and voice is in perfect literal and figurative harmony, and as any lines separating players fall away, all that remains is the pure intended expression of extraordinarily talented people.

115th Final Mix Ready for Car Test

NEW YORK – Members of Tomorrow’s Yesterday reluctantly confirmed that band leader Simon Martinez is absolutely 100 percent without a doubt sure that the 115th final Pro Tools mix is ready for the infamous car test, suggesting the band’s debut EP is finally entering phase two of mixing.

“It’s been a long time coming, but I’m confident that we can drop our first single by fall 2025,” said Martinez while purchasing a new suite of plugins with his credit card. “Sure, tracking was finalized a long time ago, but you can only make your first album once. Writing songs is one thing, but mixing is a whole other art form that requires patience, finesse, discipline, and dedication if you want to do it right. I know the guys are fed up with the process, but they’ll understand once they hear the final product. Tomorrow’s Yesterday is just getting started. But for now, it’s time to pop this baby in the aux of my 2008 CR-V.”

Frustrated lead guitarist Tommy Holdsworth has his doubts about Martinez actually pulling the trigger and finishing the album any time soon.

“It’s been three fucking years,” Holdsworth stated while scrolling endlessly in disbelief through a batch of session bounces titled “new final kick drum levels (final for real this time).” “I don’t even think anybody knows we’re still a band. And when the album finally does come out, I’m gonna have to relearn every single part because I’m not the fucking Rain Man. I’m also pretty sure he mixed the entire thing with his AirPods, so the car test is going to be a real eye-opener when he finally gets around to it.”

Studio owner and friend of the band Gary Lumens is willing to help Martinez see the project through for a nominal fee.

“For $500, I can have this thing flipped and radio-ready in a week. Most musicians have trouble letting outside parties work on their projects, but at what cost? I knew this project was in deep shit when Simon hit me up for advice on ‘balancing the compression of the delay trails.’ When I asked him how he approached the gain staging, his eyes completely glazed over as if I just asked him to crack the Enigma Code. Best case scenario, he wastes another year trying to get it right and seeks out a proper mix anyway.”

At press time, Martinez was spotted Googling “how to make guitar sound good free.”

Photo by Trevor O’Neill

Help! Mike Patton Summoned Eagles With His Screech to Attack Me and I’m Legally Not Allowed to Fight Them Off

I’ve been a fan of Mike Patton my entire life, and I was ready to do absolutely anything to have the man be witness to the screaming love I feel for him in my heart. So a few months back when I got to attend my first ever Mr. Bungle show, I put on my “Californication” t-shirt to make it happen. “Californication” the Red Hot Chili Peppers album, not the TV show, just so we’re clear.

It was midway through “Vanity Fair” when our eyes met, and a sly smile crept across his face. I could tell he understood that I was just giving him a hard time for that old feud he had with Anthony Kiedis, and I think joking about it kind of made us friends. That’s what I thought, anyway, until he hit that shrieking C5 note on the word “CUT!” that sent a swarm of eagles down from the ether to rip into my weak, pasty body. But I knew better than to try and fight them off, because even I’m not dumb enough to go against the Bald and Golden Eagle Protection Act of 1940.

Since then, my life has been falling to pieces. My boss gave me permission to work from home, but these legally protected hellspawns destroyed my webcam and ate half of my keys. I can’t copy and paste anymore, and there’s already someone lined up to replace me—I supposedly train him next week.

I don’t even remember the last time I saw my wife. She obviously had no problem watching me get eaten alive on a regular basis, but it turns out that having raptors start a family in our apartment was simply too much for her. Something about “not being ready for motherhood.” The little guys haven’t hatched yet, but the worst part is I’ll have “Egg” off of Mr. Bungle’s self-titled album stuck in my head until they do.

I just want this to stop.

The U.S. Fish and Wildlife Service won’t disturb these birds from what they’re calling their “newfound habitat,” and my local Congressman doesn’t have the balls to introduce an amendment to this Act to help me out.

I’ve played for these flying assholes tracks from Mike Patton’s entire discography—including “Birdsong,” which I thought for sure would do the trick—but I’ve had no such luck, not even with live recordings. Maybe they’ll listen to vinyl.

Or maybe I’ll just have to try and recreate his proprietary brand of vocal magic myself if I can’t scrounge up enough cash to see him again someday and beg for him to lift this awful curse.

But until I figure that out, I’m afraid I’ll just have to cry myself to sleep each night, hoping my wails can help unlock some extra octaves.