This plumber kills fascists

I've been chilling with my boy from Italy the last few months so I forgot to update this blog with a link to my 2004 edition of Anniversary Reviews for NoCleanSinging.com:

Class of 1994

Class of 2004


And here's a link to 2002 and 2003 if you want to read me nerd out on old Death Metal even more.

The band name "Buckshot Facelift" explained

Taken from a statement on the Buckshot Facelift facebook page:

"We get asked about our name sometimes and how it reflects our views on suicide and violence in general.

The name "Buckshot Facelift" comes from the juxtaposition of glamour and violence in our society. We reject the money and sex driven fashion infatuation that has infected our culture and even our music scene (mass produced Luciferian pop music sounding vaguely like Metal, Hardcore or HipHop but with no integrity or stance on anything).

Glamorous Hollywood excess and casual portrayals of violence - Both are driving profits through the roof for old perverts in suits somewhere while they destroy our perceptions of humanity and reality."

"What's he saying?"

Here are the complete lyrics to the Artificial Brain album "Labyrinth Constellation", including the correct version of "Brain Transplant", of which a few lines were accidentally left out in the cd booklet.
All lyrics by William Smith.

“Brain Transplant"
(In memory of Joe Ptacek. R.I.P. 1972 – 2010)
Cells scattered in electronic ghosts of pulse
Dreams of futile flesh…
(Chorus:
Hindsight’s remembrance of members and bowels
Heroes of hopes broken, throw in the towel…)
Wisdom and crafts of the pioneers – never lose them in these cold years
(Repeat chorus)
Broken, dreamless in frozen worship
Into the necrosphere, beyond the world of waking men
Where horror and moral terror are your friends

“Absorbing Black Ignition” 
Gemini – twin of two extremes
Symmetry – polarized at the seam
The side of dirt – an animal ignited
The side of the vacuum – existing in psychic
“Flesh is just mud, until tempered with fire
Heaving balance, a dimension of fibers”
Summoning energy, twins of darkness and light
Grey equation, charged with blackness beyond nights
“Soil, water, light – temples of the flesh which channel  seas of urge.”
Gemini – twin of two extremes
Symmetry – polarized at the seam
“Flesh is just mud, until tempered with fire
Heaving balance, a dimension of fibers”


“Wired Opposites” 
(Chorus:
Antique satellite solitude
Cyborg sentient molecules
After it purges its bowels into the night sky
It’s free of light, free of programmed cognizance
Free from wired opposites, free to implode on itself into afterlife
Unchained from spite…)
The flea that sucks at the udder, chittering through centuries…
The gravity that drains all gutters, the chattering laughter of silent space…
(Repeat chorus)
The swirling gaseous halo, leaving embers of entire systems…
The rat that ate its own tail until it became God…
(As I’m blinking, witness visions, witness suns
Witness the words of planets with tongues) (repeat)
Into blackness, into nothing
Limitless potential…
Abysmal night sky!
Gorged on the ghosts of dead stars!
Scarred by rotting light – one day, when days are no more, you’ll be pure…

“ Worm Harvester” 
Punctured - by a thousand probing pinheads
Blanketed - by fleshbeds of syringes
Paralyzed - in muffled writhing
Suffocating - frozen in shock
Catatonic coma – a warm, worm harvester
Lucid larvae share in the emptiness of your dreams…
(Infected with billions of eggs…)
Feel them grow and twitch – incubated cyst
Bubbling blisters leak – “I thought I heard one speak…”
Swarmed from head to toe – milky overflow
Pockmarked human husk – a bitter, bleachy musk
Just before you finally fade away into the relief of death
Feel them hatch and squirm
Healthy, strong - you've kept them warm...
(Digging from underneath the skin
Translucent teeth resemble tiny fins
Shredding all that’s left from within
“Incubation of a million pins.”)

“Frozen Planets”
Frozen planets, whose trees no longer sway
Stark, motionless concrete chill where winds have died and all is still
Echoes of the ghosts of life, like the gusts of a leaf taunting gravity -
In its descent from naked, outstretched bark genitalia.
In awkward angles against the slate blue skies -
The blue of  haunted warehoused machines,
who long for lives that they wouldn’t know what to do with…
“No sunsets here
Just rotations of different distant moons and skewed melting of lights hue.
Burned out stars, like butted cigars.
Pieces of shattered homes, oceans misled into suns.”
Divisive sciences come and go – lost signals in sullen grey glow
(Your empty words.)


“Bastard Planet”
Son, Son of sun
Sum, sum of light
Something across skies at night
(Zombie god with no will but to create.)
Preserved, burning bright – to save us at the end of time?
Or to guide us and enslave our mind?
Insignificant savior to the blind
Enliched organic altar
“Arise to save your swine.
A man is possessed by god how a dam is possessed by logs.”
Surging swell of light like an explosion
The essence of night controls the erosion of undigested diatribes
(Zombie god with no will but to create.)

“Labyrinth Constellation” 
Solitude – truth in absence
A million light-years away…
(chorus:
A barren abyss – broken
In pieces, flaking frozen)
Stewing, swirling, slow motion labyrinth constellation
I alone speak with the wobbling sun
It cries to me as it licks stars clean
(Repeat chorus)
“But even though my fire has grown cold, its embers burn…
…My embers have the patience of piranhas.
In my renaissance, my tongues will be trees.
I will vomit thunder through teeth made of mountains.

So many tides have flushed my age away

And with it worn darkness to grey.”

“Hormones Echo” 

Echoes of rage skid across linear time…

Legacy of hearts wound chills spine

Shrieking, shadowed sound silhouette

Body long gone but not silenced yet

Intense sensation of soul’s memory projected through centuries

“Doomed in repetition – a listless photograph of a dead man’s ambition

Blurry essence of eternal imprint 

Not in space, but in time, distant

Reflections of every worst moment

Play out never reaching atonement”

Lives played out now cast into forgotten silence 

Leaving only lingering sorrows born of violence

(Legacy of hearts wound chills spine

Shrieking, shadowed sound silhouette

Body long gone but not silenced yet

Intense sensation of soul’s memory projected through centuries…)

“Moon Funeral” 

A vastly rooted world tree which absorbs knowledge from air and disperses it to the bowels

Through the clay, to the core of its anchor

“A planet which walks in a swarm of suspended moons

It burns itself upon the sun to build immunity to radiation.

It gorges itself on poisonous light and colon spasms its roots unto the sediment.”

Poisoned… to the water and soil and organs

Machinery of constellations

“Mud is the cradle of light into matter, scum and waste filtered in bladder.

Oh, Wooden Terra Satellite”

A vane planet, killing itself

Toxic anguish, globally felt

“A planet which walks in a swarm of suspended moons, it burns itself upon the sun to

Build immunity to radiation, it gorges itself on poisonous light.”

“Orbital Gait” 

Tides that sweep all shores, of all vast stretches, of all bouldered beaches

To the streams and rivers of ebbed reaches

Cling to the grounded balance of gravity

Precipitated moisture locked in atmospheric lull

Planets perception becomes cataracted

As the empty fog of dreams darkens…

Contaminating seas in seconds, holocausting plants from below

Waves of festering nausea, beached whales writhe under the crows

Darkness concentrated, slick and pulsating

Floods uncharted equations, consuming stability

Once a fertile sphere, now a diseased bowel

(Chorus:

“Perpetually reflushing its own soul sepsis”

Expansive energy clouds of misted souls seep from neighboring wormholes,

Infusing dead worlds as enliched bacteria gushes forth from craterous pores.

Resurrected in eternal life.)

“Pestilence”

(Repeat chorus)

NEW ARTIFICIAL BRAIN SONGS

Artificial Brain 

presents our new 2 song single 

"Butchering Cosmic Giants" (b/w "Magnetic Gravity")

Please enjoy these 2 tracks recorded in 2012 by Elliot Bayless (with drum engineering assistance from Justin Reganse). Artificial Brain is in the studio recording our full length album as you read this.

Artificial Brain - "Butchering Cosmic Giants" single

New Buckshot Facelift song streaming/download

BuckShot FaceLift - "Lambs Pee Blood" 

After 3 long years we finally have a new studio song for you.... The new album will be out on limited edition 11" vinyl in a few short days - shows coming to! Go to BuckshotFacelift.blogspot.com as always for more fun!

bonus track

Listening to : Dead Infection  - "Hospital"

I don't like this trend

Almost as soon as I wished Paulo a get well soon, I ended up in the hospital myself. A man with a developmental disability threw a flower pot at me today at work, resulting in 2 separate lacerations that required 4 staples each. I've worked in this field for 8 years - I've been bitten on a few occasions and headbutted countless times but this is the first time I've ever had a thick ceramic flower pot broken over my head like a Popeye cartoon.

Artificial Brain super obscure show1/18/2013 redux

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BUCKSHOT FACELIFT needs your support dawg!

Buckshot Facelift only has a few hours left to raise money to press our latest album on ultra weird 11" vinyl!  In case you didn't know, we have been releasing free downloadable music  and making hilarious videos to get people to buy merch and preorder the new album via our IndieGoGo.com campaign. We only have until midnight on New Years Eve to meet our goal, so please help us out and make your new years resolution to help support DIY Grindcore!
For more info please visit BuckshotFacelift.Blogspot.com

ARTIFICIAL BRAIN update 1/2012

Greener strings, longer hair, deeper vocals.

"While you guys are warming up - I'm cooling down."

Artificial Brain's demo is now out on a super secret slime covered 7" vinyl. We're playing an even more sketchy top secret record release show on January 18th for it with some crazy underground Long Island Metal bands that nobody even knows about yet. Dan's back from Revocation for a few weeks so all bets are off for for your boys. Check back for more details soon.

FORCED (Long Island)

I caught this power trio in Copiague, Long Island with The Communion on December 14th. I was taken aback by the intensity of their set, as well as the interesting and unexpected technical Black/Doom Metal they performed tightly and with sophisticated determination. Perhaps I'm mistaken, but I think I hear the distant wailing echoes of the early 90's south shore pre-screamo hardcore bands every once in awhile. These guys have something dark, heartfelt and brutal going on right under our noses here on the 100 mile sandbar.... Download the demo on Bandcamp.





What's even cooler, if you go see them New Years Day in Glen Cove, Long Island with Axis, Detriment and a whole bunch of other bands I'm too old to have heard of, you can get in with a discount if you take the train and for free if it's your first hardcore show. Talk about keeping shit real and doing it for the kids....

Recycled art

 

While on an excursion to the Smithtown Recycling Center here on Long Island, I noticed a small painting deliberately propped up on one one of the dumpsters. Though I am still awaiting confirmation, I believe there is a chance that this painting was made by my old friend, Galen Pittman - a local Huntington artist and jazz musician (we tried many times, unsuccessfully, to get him to play session drums or guitar for Biolich before we met Andrew and Dan). How it got there is anyone's guess, but it was a nice wink from the universe on 12-12-12. 

Buckshot Facelift news

We'll tell you ourselves...

And a rare appearance by Buckshot Facelift's lead singer...

NEW FREE BUCKSHOT FACELIFT

Live 3 piece goregrind/noisecore style set recorded all on cassettes and a now deceased 4 track. The "I Scared Myself" sessions, play it loud with the bass up in your car.        

BUCKSHOTFACELIFT.BLOGSPOT.COM

While you're there, check out the previews for our new album and come see us live for the first time at home on Long Island in over 2 years with Magrudergrind and local homies MOTHER BRAIN.

Speaking of Representing...

This is the first time we played Long Island in 2 years (except for the noisecore set with no guitar at Mikey's house in October). Bottom line, we're fuckin' back and ready. Me and Big Sal are doing pushups for this show. Grown thangs.

"When I call you "boi boi", know I meant it - that's what you can tell your' wife" - "Boi Boi". Buckshot Facelift, from upcoming new album.

Roots of Buckshot Facelift

Liquified Maggots recorded in this guy's house.

Liquified Maggots

Represent 


(Not to be confused with "Liquified Insides")

The True Noisegore Misanthrope

Since the early 90s, my old friend Adam Rotella has been been recording home made noisecore tapes and mailing out home dubbed copies with photocopied covers to anyone who was subterranean enough to know or care. His most notable projects being Regurgitated Corpse and ANAL BIRTH, which had a tons of releases including a full length cd on Klysma Records, a cult grind label run by Marc of Last Days of Humanity. Now, in 2012, he's still doing the same oldschool tapetrading as always. No computer programs, just 4 tracks, tapes, drum machines and garbage style instruments and pedals. New projects include:

- "A.I.D.S. Denialist" - A primitive, pitchshifted noiscore explosion which was a collaboration with the now deceased Philip Tarr (R.I.P.) (a boxer and noisecore artist from Canada).

- " Joy of Torture" -  Another post office 4 track collaboration with fellow oldschool noise freak Steve Embryo. "Joy of Torture" sounds something like Mortician covering Gut (for whom the band is named) after a long day of drinking and butchering pigs.

-"Worse Than Ever" Adam takes on vocal duties in a grimy, raw hardcore band with some family members and his old friend, Brian.(Cavernous Sores). This is as blue collar and street level as it gets. Not for EMOs.

-"Wormclogged Blisters" Somebody forgot to tell Adam that its not 1993 and people don't put out this many tapes anymore, oh well - this one sounds like a shop vac trying to clean up a bucket of worms. Fuckin gross.

-"Cavernous Sores" - He's had this one going for a while now I think. Adam fucks up guitars while Brian plays live drums. Noisegore filth fest.

And that's just what he's been up to lately. If you really want to fuck with an underground noisecore tape label with extreme and offensive music that acts like it's stuck in a time warp, then go to:

Adamsshitlist.blogspot.com

But don't blame me when you scare yourself.

Death Metal Eggplant Parm Recipe

I basically layered two layers of these eggplant patties with tomato sauce and grated cheese, then baked it at 350 until the cheese looked like the pan on the left above. If you want the real Italian way then google it, I'm Polish.

I grew these eggplants right in my backyard. You'd be surprised how far two eggplants will go. I peeled them first with a vegetable peeler and sliced them wide (1/4" - 1/2"), which helps keep from frying out the eggplant flavor. I then dipped them thoroughly through some eggs mixed with generic Italian themed bread crumbs (crushed up croutons would probably do fine if I didn't have that.). (Approximately 1 tablespoon of crumbs per 2 eggs.) You can add in your own stuff here for flavor like minced chili peppers, crushed ginger, anything you want to get loose with - it's your business. I keep it simple. Just keep the batter mostly egg and not too thick like cement mix. Otherwise it will look like the eggplant pattie all the way to the right in the frying pan, after which I changed the consistency of the batter. I chose to fry them in vegetable oil, which I changed and wiped the pan (wearing an oven mitt so I didn't burn my goddamn hands) every 6 patties. If you don't have oil then just butter them or spray PAM on them and put them in the oven on 350. DON'T LET THAT SHIT BURN. Flip them when the bottom half looks golden brown like fucking sand on a NILE album cover.  (Both sides should resemble picture at right). Let them sit on towels to drain the oil. After that I layer them with thin layers of grated parm and mozz cheese mixed with tomato sauce. Again, if you want to get cute with fried peppers and hot sauce in the layers it's your business.
                  

Hey, buddy

The Buckshot Facelift Blog has been updated. Do it. Do it.

Peanut Butter and Jelly with Ba -nay-nays

With Thanksgiving coming, I thought I'd share some time honored recipes from my simple Huntington Station kitchen for you to share with your family this holiday season. This first one I literally eat for breakfast almost every day-  it's quick, convenient, filling and somewhat healthy. For "americana", I've used all big name brands that are loaded in sugar and preservatives, but you can go to Trader Joes like a vegan black metal drummer if you want.


Step 1 - make a goddamn Peanut Butter and Jelly sandwich like normal, only don't put it together yet.

Step 2 - Cut some bananas up on that bitch.

Step 3 - Put on "As the gods succumbed " (live version) by Adramelech.

Step 4 - Eat that shit proper.

Fuck yea, Adramelech.

Editors note: All similarities to a vegan friendly meal are purely coincidental.