Zach Hill And Mick Barr - Volume 2 flac mp3 download

This idiot-S'avantgarde speedmetal is "generous" IF far more than you ever knew you couldn't intelligably chew could be too much is an understatement for no ages, weather'd ung or yold.The hidden hand is moving too fast to be seen, it's way past OCD-level-manic in its thoroughness when it's attached to Hill's Popeye-ish forearms or Barr's ligamental-ligature-legato signatures but when its attached to the extremities of the freemasons who name cities in the American west, it's place-name designation could be confused for PRESCIENCE when it's really just labeling and directing participants. THAT'S WHY every drug dealer in California knows that all the SACKS come from SAC, and that a "Sacrament" is just a word for drugs when the clergy does 'em, adding the "o" just means white people want it (the WHERE) to blend so they spice it 'tup with the Latino flavrr.In the case of this severe wedge of homeless-in-any-galaxy-or-any-nebula-music disc of which I write herein, "the sack" is CRYSTALINE in its SPEEDY exekution, (it doesn't matter that Zach was too busy grokking sentient treebark in Nevada City to friend DARKTHRONE until after the Frisco record-store-clerks were successfully able to use them in a sentence because Mick brought him up to SPEED on their "DEALIN's" enough for the bona-fide percussion phenomenon to metabolize their merit and give back to the community via a metrically-steroidal wood chipper called his chops) and as far out and I do mean fa-ar out as "the sack" of your cranial contents, ID'LL be STRYCH'LY STICKY VEGETABLE MATTER when they're done bide "C" as they side their time.. ...I mean on Side "B" as Say tide bare thime. How could this DIE-nam-Muck Do-Whoa's LIQUID GOLD be so sharp to the touch as to draw blood, YET they angles so blunted as to propulse Hellhammer's peachfuzz bumper-car moustache yet razory, nobody knows, these contra-county Metal-and-Who-the-Hella-knows-what-else-FUSIONIN' idiomatic-contraDICTATORS SOLD OUT the house and Mick got Weasel in but I was nursing a destitute 40-oz and totally homeless in OZ yet again, my only comfort as I remained (WITHOUT SHIT but) within EARSHOT of the show, was that I DIDN'T PAY (like most of those bowl-haired bay-INSIDER-rubes wearing PAVEMENT T-shirts but somehow with quick metal opinions) to listen to OVERQUALIFIED ZACH shaming himself (with a gay-enough-to-make-Ben-AND-Jerry-in-matching-patched-Leotards-SYNCHRONIZ'D-WINCE-in-melting-diaper-pubic-Lice-capades) at the horror of that disgusting funky beat jam with Guy Lombardo or was it mullet'd junior? That beat does have a name, you know, ask Weasel, and tell him thanks that I could crash at the space on Moss street instead of in my car as usual, although Dwyer came in and woke me and my Dealer (in those days when he came by to practice drums for his band where he was ripping off MY DRUMS-ONLY-DUO idea but not nearly as well) all of which I should be taken by you to MEAN THIS LP "VOLUME 2" is just really my favorite kind of shit and to be honest it was painful for me to be observing it happening when I had JUST THEN, MONTHS EARLIER, SOMEHOW managed to import Mick to the Bay TO DO EXACTLY THIS KIND OF MUSIC WITH ME and he was playing it with Hill instead of I and I was nearly dead and totally left out A-GAIN, but the sheer heart attack-excellence of it, of these two albums and the Live shows they did, was -despite all my KONFLIKT- so damn gratifying and I'm as proud as "VOLUME 2" is loud and BTW neither THIS nor "Shred Earthship" IS "JAZZ" and I AM THE AUTHORITY ON THIS.IT IS FREE-BLASTING, NOT FREE-IMPROVISATION.WHAT'S THE DIFF?THERE'S RULES IN METAL.not some bunch of golf-shirt-collar-flipped anemic checkers game BS from the docile conservatory.