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Bury Me At Makeout Creek


I just came home from a weekly tradition that a group of my friends and I have held for the past two months or so. We call it “art night,” and it’s probably exactly what you are imagining. We sit around, drink, listen to music, laugh, and make things with our hands. Whether it’s painting, or drawing, or weaving friendship bracelets, we’ve come to value that time together where we’re not hustling away the hours at our day jobs. I’m sure, when compared to the exciting lives that a lot of people lead, sitting on a hardwood floor with your friends is probably not that riveting, but they are little moments that mean a lot to me. And really, when you think about it, even the most exciting lifestyles are simply made up of moments. Some are just bigger than others.

Listening to Bury Met At Makeout Creek, the latest album by Brooklyn songwriter Mitski, I felt the unmistakeable touches of a kindred spirit. Though she sings about a lot of universal themes (love, heartbreak, etc.) the lens through which Mitski looks at them is a small one. She takes the big things in her life and boils them down into little moments that, while personal, she feels comfortable enough sharing with us. And though her experiences aren’t mine, I still find the smallness of Mitski’s world relatable to my own. Just as I relish the seemingly mundane, this same sort of sentiment is what fuels so much of Bury Me At Makeout Creek.

My first introduction to Mitski was through her single “Townie,” which she released early last month. Though it’s buried under metaphor and some of the most clever lyricism I’ve heard this year (“I want a love that falls as fast as a body from the balcony”), “Townie” is essentially an everyday story about everyday kids that feel stuck in their small town, and though there’s a darkness to it, it’s also humorous in its bluntness. Listening to Bury Me At Makeout Creek as a whole, it is this intersection of honesty, humor, and straightforwardness that makes the album connect emotionally the way it does. Mitski finds the beauty in the simplicity of life, whether it’s a quiet moment sitting on the roof, a sad and drunken walk home, a tearful heartbreak, or even the endless possibilities that unemployment brings.

And yet for an album that focuses so intently on little things, and also does so with deftness and subtlety, Bury Me At Makeout Creek also manages to level listeners at almost every turn. Little turns of phrase that Mitski sprinkles into the tracks turn what could otherwise very easily be simple tunes into something much more. And on no track is this as clear as on the album’s closer, “Last Words of a Shooting Star.” Stripped of its opening and closing lines, the song plays out as yet another song detailing the pain of love lost. But framed by recurring lines about turbulence not being forecasted you realize that these are the words of a woman about to die in a plane crash, and the song takes on a devastating turn. And that’s largely where the genius of Mitski’s songwriting lies. Big things, little moments, make them beauitful, make them hurt.

So tomorrow I will return to the mundane everdayness of my job as a delivery driver for the Italian restaurant on Main Street. I imagine that I’ll continue to listen to Mitski as I peddle food all over town, but instead of seeing the hours in the car as a drag as I am frequently doing, I’ll try and do myself a favor by taking a page out of Mitski’s book. I could, I don’t know, deeply breathe in the cold fall air, or get a last look at the leaves before they’re completely gone for the year. Life is what you make it, and though the moments that my own life consists of at this current time might seem smaller rather than bigger, I’m willing to take them for what they are.

Bury Me at Makeout Creek is available now via Double Double Whammy.

Guerrilla Toss

"Be the Breeder"


Guerilla Toss can’t seem to sit still—much like their manic, what-the-fuck-did-I-just-listen-to art punk. The band is prepping yet another EP and “Be the Breeder” is the first single to come kicking and screaming into the world. With a few new members in tow, the band is showing that their energy level hasn’t even begun to deplete, and “Be the Breeder” is more of the sort of barely bridled insanity that the band has become known and loved for, proving yet again that Guerilla Toss are our greatest hope in a post-Ponytail world.

“Be the Breeder” can be found on Smack the Brick—out November 18th via NNA Tapes.

Whatever Brains



Whatever Brains have always given the term “weird” a run for its money. After three self-titled albums in a row, the band is branching out a bit by following them up with a double-12″ release on Sorry State Records. Of course the band’s aversion to proper titles remains the same with the two EP’s being named SSR-63 and SSR-64but the lovable weirdness inherent in their music is still there and, if anything, it’s amplified on this unique release.

Take for example the track “UVOD” off of SSR-64. The band says that the track is their first attempt at writing a “pure pop song,” but of course this is Whatever Brains we are talking about, so you can go ahead and take that with a grain of salt. With plinking synths and a Casio beat not often heard in their typical writing, the song is indeed melodic in what I suppose is a pop music sort of way. But it’s also totally bonkers in what I can only call a “Whatever Brains sort of way.” They lay out a formula, repeat it a few times—and then, in time for its finale—crank the knobs and send this blistering “pop” number out in a blaze of glory.

SSR-63/64 is available now via Sorry State Records.

New Terrors

"The Video Dead"

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The Video Dead is a 1987 horror film about a television set that acts as a portal for zombies to cross over from the other side. The film is a special kind of terrible and looks like it was shot over the span of several weekends using a camera on loan from someone’s parents. Of course, since the film is so incredibly bad, it’s become something of a cult classic, and if you’re a purveyor of trash cinema, then by all means, find a copy of it and get to watching. “The Video Dead,” a highlight from New Terrors‘ recently released sophomore album Leah, may share a name with a so-bad-it’s-good zombie flick, but it’s sitting somewhere more of the opposite side of the good/bad spectrum.

Leading with some lines that recall the mundanity of everyday life that would sooner recall Friday Night Lights than a horror movie, Burke Sullivan details the events of a regular weekend of what seems like the typical teenager. But as the track moves forward the lyrics take on a more metaphysical quality with talk of ghosts and graveyards until he finally ends his thoughts with the narrator talking about getting affairs in order before dying. “I’m gonna head back home, I’m burned out from living.” It’s quite the span of time considering that it all lives within a four-minute pop song, but that’s how New Terrors operates. What at first seems like a simple scratch on the surface reveals a whole lot more to uncover underneath.

Leah is available now via New Terrors’ Bandcamp.


"Making a Fool of You"


Newness from HOMESHAKE is always cause for a smile. As it is I’m sitting here snacking on a bag of popcorn-flavored Jelly Bellys that I found in my room and spinning his latest single “Making a Fool of You” for probably the fifth time in a row. The two go together really well, and it’s a vibe that I’m not ready to shake just yet, probably because I know that I have to wake up and go back to work tomorrow.

So for now I’m listening to Peter Sagar and picturing him leaning back with his guitar—probably in a sunroom or comfortably lit parlor—getting funky with some buttery guitar licks. Like much of HOMESHAKE’s music, the track is laid-back and languid and fits squarely in what could best be described as the “easy listening” category. Just not the same easy listening that your dad insists on listening to on long car trips.

“Making a Fool of You” is from HOMESHAKE’s upcoming album In the Shower—out October 7th via Sinderlyn.

Code Orange

I Am King


Several years ago when Converge played a show with Pittsburgh’s Code Orange Kids, frontman Jacob Bannon saw something of himself in the young band. Something that struck a chord deep within him. The band’s violent and confident take on metalcore, a genre that Bannon himself had a hand in birthing, was enough to seal the deal and it wasn’t long after that Bannon signed the band to his label Deathwish Inc for their scrappy debut album Love Is Love/Return to Dust. Boasting a strong, classic metalcore sensibility, the album was a fine beginning to an energetic hardcore band that was just waiting to hit it big. And though the album was a lot of fun to listen to, the ambition of its reach didn’t extend too terribly far. Very obviously raised on a diet of their new mentors Converge as well as bands like Botch and Terror, Code Orange Kids put a steel-toed-boot-clad foot forward that, while not exactly reinventing the wheel, showed that the band had potential out the wazoo as well as a degree in knowing how to really tear things up.

In the two year span since Love Is Love/Return to Dust Code Orange Kids have kept themselves pretty busy. On top of a rigorous touring schedule and putting out several EPs and splits, the band has taken a big step as far as careers go—changing their name. Sure, they have only dropped the “Kids” part of the name officially making them Code Orange from here on out, but still the alteration carries some serious weight. It’s as if the band has retreated into a self-made cocoon before the unveiling of their hotly-anticipated sophomore album I Am King. They’ve taken serious steps towards maturity, both in their overall aesthetic and their songwriting. The most obvious and probably corny way of putting it is that they aren’t Kids anymore. Go ahead and roll your eyes if you must, but in dropping the juvenile portion of their nomenclature, Code Orange has stepped into a larger arena. They are sitting at the adults’ table now, and they are more than adept at holding their own there.

I’ve always maintained that the four members of Code Orange don’t look anything at all like the ferocious music they make might suggest. With their moppy hair and baggy clothing, they look less like the typical metalheads and more like extras from a lost episode of Freaks & Geeks—and I mean that in the absolute best way possible. If nothing else, the way in which Code Orange choose to present themselves serves to tell listeners that this isn’t the typical metalcore band. Don’t let their unassuming exterior fool you though. As I Am King will show, this band with their brutal riffs, can run with even the heaviest of bands. It’s not a bait-and-switch as much as it’s a defying of expectations and the further you dig into I Am King, the more you realize that any expectations at all will do best by being left at the door.

It’s no secret that metalcore is a genre that’s in serious trouble. What was once an exciting genre on the frontlines of style hybridization has now become a cut-and-paste checklist that results in style way before substance. Thankfully though, Code Orange has re-emerged with I Am King to remind listeners that all is not lost and that metalcore can once again be exciting to listen to. Overhauling the notion of what the genre means, the band has taken everything they know, put it in a blender (with generous dollops of sludge metal, doom, grunge, and some other experimental bits), thrown the resulting mess against the wall, and then gotten their hands dirty. Smearing a visage into the thick mess, the band has turned it into a jarring mural that’s as brutal as it is forward thinking.

And with every bizarre little moment that pricks the ear, Code Orange are stretching themselves and it shows. Right off the bat, I Am King reveals itself to be a metalcore album that’s more concerned with inverting expectations than lazily meeting them. The title track opens with alternately muted and buzzing guitar tones that feel like something lifted straight from a horror movie and the shadows only gets darker from there. Like the album’s artwork, the macabre nature of I Am King is grotesque and ugly to behold, but if you can get past the shock factor that Code Orange very obviously want to project, there is a lot going on behind the scenes that would require you use your brain cells rather than headbang them away. The chaos is orderly with a strangely beautiful aesthetic that feels almost mathematical the more you listen. But to keep things from feeling too familiar, every time Code Orange begin to build something where you can see the details forming, they turn around and burn it down before you can get your fingers around. It’s a cruel game, but one that keeps listeners on their toes.

One of the biggest compliments that I can pay Code Orange is that they’ve learned how to use their natural resources—most notably Reba Meyers. Not to single her out, but she is a short spitfire who is the band’s ace in the hole, and it would be criminal to ignore her very specific contributions. On I Am King, the band takes advantage of the diversity of vocal range that she enables and utilizes it to full effect. Though not the lead vocalist, Reba lends her voice to some of the album’s more melodic moments and sets the work apart simply by doing so. Modern metalcore is a genre that flirts dangerously with gross misogyny, and while Code Orange are far from being the typical metalcore band, it’s still refreshing to see them not only stare those prejudices down, but view their female contributor as an integral part of their very unique equation.

In the last couple of weeks, I Am King has pretty much dominated my airwaves. Catchy music isn’t necessarily melodic so with that in mind, man, this is one catchy album. Despite that shell of ugliness that the album is surrounded in, it’s a compulsively listenable experience that, despite its jagged edges, goes down easily and rewards relistening… and more relistening. Music that hits with the weight of a sledgehammer rarely gets this fun and each time they bring that metal down it’s even better than the last time. It hurts so good as the saying goes, and though they’d never deliver the blows with a smile, I’d be willing to bet that Code Orange are having one hell of a good time as they do it, even if they aren’t kids anymore.

I Am King is out now via Deathwish Inc.




If you were a fan of the well-loved but short-lived Brooklyn band Night Manager, then you probably already know about Blood Sister, the new-ish project of founding member Ezana Edwards. What you may not know however, is that Ezana is not the only member of Night Manager to continue writing music under a different name. As the frontwoman for a new project called BEIJU, vocalist Caitlin Seager has apparently also been keeping busy. And it’s good to have her back.

“Narcissistic,” BEIJU’s first official single, debuted earlier this week on a newly minted Bandcamp page, and it’s easily one of this week’s best surprises. On top of a slinking bass line, stormy synth work, and a shit-ton of reverb, Caitlin’s vocals pierce through the noise with a punchy melody and some relaxing ooh’s and ahh’s. Add to that some biting lyrics about dependence on social media and, well, I think we’ve got a hit on our hands.




Working minimum wage jobs in stressful conditions is tough. Although if you were to talk to my parents, they’d wax poetic about the virtues of holding such positions because they not only test your character but they also provide colorful life experiences. I’m currently stuck in one of those said positions as delivery driver for an Italian restaurant. After having spent the better part of two years searching for a “real job,” I had to eventually swallow my pride, accept the job market for what it is, and take the only job I could find. So here I am. It hasn’t been all bad, though. The money is actually pretty good and I like the people that I work with, so I really shouldn’t be complaining. But if I’m being honest here, this delivery gig is actually one of the most stressful jobs I’ve held down. I’m currently working six days a week (including weekends) and since I am only one of two drivers at the restaurant I’m on the go pretty much nonstop. And though I’m thankful for the income, I’d be lying if I said that it wasn’t taking a toll on my personal life. It’s made things like finding time for friends and family, running a label, or even writing here for Portals really complicated.

When talking to Ricky Balmaseda of Brooklyn band Advertising, I wanted to sort of pick his brain about what exactly went into the recording of Pull, the band’s debut album. I’ve been listening to it a lot lately, especially while driving deliveries to and fro, and I was surprised that the sentiments that went into the writing seriously mirror what I’ve been feeling lately. During my chat with Ricky I found out that the album deals heavily with feelings of being lost, restless, and just being frustrated with trying to figure out exactly who you are.

This relatable sentiment is reflected in not only the album’s lyrics, but its intentionally chosen title. Advertising understand what it is to be pulled in many different directions and to feel like you don’t really have complete control of your life. The band also use this angle to represent the way that a lot of young people are feeling these days. Ricky went on to mention larger topics like “police brutality,  gentrification, the banality of day jobs, lost loves from different cities, [and] the obvious influence of the mass media on our generation.” That’s a lot of heavy stuff to take in, and the more you dwell on it, the more you can begin to feel suffocated. Fortunately the band also know that dwelling on all of the noise isn’t healthy, and their larger message is about bringing the people that matter to you in close and succeeding via togetherness.

Of course, all this talk would be made even heavier if the music weren’t so damn catchy. They’re poking at some really serious things, but Advertising also know how to have a good time. Having gotten their start in the peculiar Syracuse music scene, the members of Advertising have spent their time playing in numerous other bands (SSWAMPZZ, Gyaos, etc). Once together they would geek out on the music of Women and bands of the post-Women ilk like Each Other and Un Blonde. They tinkered with different genres and styles and then boiled all of what they gathered together down into the angular math rock that can be heard on their adventurous album Pull.

Math rock by its nature is rigid music whose boundaries are more or less defined. When you listen to Pull, you’ll no doubt hear a very math-y foundation, but little about it has anything to do with rigidity. There is a loose quality to their music that keeps it feeling lanky and unpredictable. It’s the same sort of quality that makes fellow Brooklyn bands like Ava Luna and Celestial Shore such a joy to listen to. These bands know their own capabilities and trust their instincts enough to let those capabilities run wild. One listen to the unhinged, ramping madness of some of Advertising’s tracks like “Monolith” or “Ending” will tell you that. It’s angular and punchy and seems to thumb its nose at convention, but it does it with an impish grin and a tight grip on melody.

This sense of fun is essentially what holds the album together amidst its heavy message. These days it’s so easy to look at the news and everything that is going on around and become discouraged. Keeping yourself from sinking into a cycle of dread can be a daily struggle. “Ending” goes, “Comfort for your shaking hand, I just dread this apartment again.” Advertising know what it means to feel stuck and to not always know a way out. They sing, ”Hallelujah, today it’s a Wednesday. Follow the tightrope, walk through the door way.” As for me, I’m heading back to work tomorrow. Back to the grind of walking the tightrope. Thinking about it now is stressing me out a bit, but then again, I still have a job and I still have Pull on my iPhone. And for now, well, that’s good enough for me.

Pull is available now via Prison Art.


"Technical Age"


If things have been a bit too cheery around your neck of the woods lately, go ahead and spin this track from Brooklyn band PAWNS. It’ll be sure to drop the temperature in the room by at least a few degrees.

Started by Richard Allison and Noel Mateus (formerly of NYC hardcore band Dead//Beat), the band also features Matt Sullivan (our friend at Ad Hoc) on drums. Playing a classic breed of post-punk, the band prefers to keep things cold, loose, and stripped-down. And in keeping with the throwback vibe, the fidelity and artwork are also spot on to the point that if a cratedigger didn’t know any better, they could easily think that they’d stumbled onto to some unknown, late 70′s post-punk gem.

The band’s self-titled 7″ is available for purchase now.