Goldfinger have posted a full album stream of their new full length.
The record, titled Hello Destiny, is due out next week and will be released on SideOneDummy. You can check out the album in its entirety by clicking the link below.
Goldfinger have posted a full album stream of their new full length.
The record, titled Hello Destiny, is due out next week and will be released on SideOneDummy. You can check out the album in its entirety by clicking the link below.
Classic LA hardcore band The Adolescents will be visiting the UK for 2 dates.
Expect to be singing thew backing vocals to classics such as Wrecking Crew, LA Girl, Self Destruct and Rip It Up at the Casbah in Sheffield on July 20th and at the Underworld in London on July 23rd.
The band played in Switzerland just before Xmas and Pete Craven reviewed for Crossfire here if you want to see if they still cut it.
Wikipedia says that the band are recording a new album in timer for Spring 08.
Here’s another review for your pork pies. This time I’s got a lovely pair of Vox feet coverings to put to the test.
But beware, heavy biased review cause these guys have got one of the raddest teams out there- Drehobl, Strubing, Hewitt, Oyola– pure gnarl – and as such I might as well name drop some amazing death metal bands that you won’t care about just to make this review a bit better than “these trainers are ok to skateboard in“.
The first thing I noticed about these trainers was some weird looking logo on the back of em – turns out these are a Pro Skatepark trainer or something. That’s right, now even skatepark manufacturers have their own shoe- this one being “Dreamland Skateparks” – the dudes responsible for Saffron Walden. I think this is weird and I don’t really understand it.
I do understand Rademassaker– a two man German based primitive death metal band. This is what death metal is all about in my opinion, absolutely shit; poor recording and poor musicianship, making their demo collection, “Satanic Zombie Hordes” absolutely amazing. No epic long intros or crap math rock song structures, just absolute pure shit Death metal- it’s too good to be true. “Vomit on your corpse” has one of the best ever song intros and I’ve been jigging to “Painful death” all week. They sound like a drunk Celtic Frost, Autopsy, Slaughter or Pungent Stench. Much better than these trainers.
Oh yeah, the trainers. I skatedboarded in them, and would you believe it, these trainers are great to skateboard in. BUT the first time i went “street” skating in them it started to rain, and the burgundy red colour of the suede started to run into the white laces – which means i had to look like a complete tit with pink laces for a couple of days. Not cool. Unlike Chakal, a proper old school Thrash Death band from Brazil, formed way back in 85 and still gunning it. I don’t know why Brazil has such a rad death metal scene. Their first full length LP, “Abominable Anno Domini” is frightfully sick- pure speed metal that makes you want to wear as much denim as possible. One of their song’s, “The Dead Wall“, features an Arnold Schwarznegger impersonator reciting some poetry and steals the guitar solo from Hotel California. So rad. You think Chakal would rock in pink laces?

All this talk (or writing, whatever) of death metal is making me feel like a poser, so i took said trainers in search of something dead to get a second opinion. Luckily, I knew the whereabouts of a dead fox floating in a flooded war bunker. It took me fucking ages to drag it out- it was well heavy because it was full of water. After eating some jellybabies I took some photos of the dead fox staring at a hole in the trainers. I’m a pussy on my skateboard, and these things had started to get holy already. I reckon these trainers, coincidentally, would probably last loads longer if all you skated was tranny and didn’t ollie much.
I’ve got bets that US Death band Rottrevore can’t ollie, and if they did I couldn’t give a shit because their music is loads better than writing about trainers. If I were you I would rather go out and buy their best of compilation “Disembodied“. This stuff is raw, really sludgy underwater sounding that’s so bassy and unclear that you can hardly distinguish the difference between the guitar and the bass. Fooking rad. In fact, I was humming “Spawn of Ignorance” whilst pretending to be Hewitt carving this Liverpool fullpipe. Pure art. And by the time you read this, it’ll probably of been took down and thrown in a skip. Pure death metal.
And the trainers were good to skate in too…go to the Vox site for more.
ZOMBIE
Skate pic by http://blogdaskulls.blogspot.com/
Check the video below from Nike SB’s recent trip to New York, with team members in attendance including Stefan Janowski, Clark Hassler, Wieger Van Wageningen, Reese Forbes, Gino Ianucci, P-Rod and more.
Head over to www.nike.com/nikeskateboarding for updates, including a really good Lance Mountain interview.
Enter Shikari have been announced as the MySpace Secret Show performers at this year’s Camden Crawl.
The band will play on the Crawl on Friday April 18th and you can be a part of it by clicking here and following the instructions about where to go to get involved in the gig. The Crawl has also announced that Hadouken! and Wiley will also be playing in North London.
Kenna is to release his first single in the UK on April 28th.
Out Of Control [State Of Emotion] is taken from his Make Sure They See My Face album, which will follow on May 5th. If you want to check out the man who appeared on Ronson’s Version album as well as being Abjekt Approved on his New Sacred Cow album, then watch below:
Qwel is returning with a new album.
The New Wine will be produced by Kip Killagain and will be the third record in a series that began with the Maker produced The Harvest and Meaty Ogre’s beats on Freezerburner. The album comes with this foreboding spiel:
“The New Wine is an expose of contrasts. The third horseman in Revelation is called forth – the black horse. His rider wields a balance proclaiming loudly ‘A week’s wage for a loaf of bread, a week’s wage for a serving of grains, but don’t harm the wine or oil’. Half the world slaves away to starve while the other wages war for its thirst for oil and wine. Man’s wine has gone spoiled.”
You can check out an mp3 mix of the record by clicking here.
One Two are releasing a new single.
Annie Mall is taken from their second album The Story Of Bob Star and is released on May 12th with Radioclit on remix duties. Check out the French duo’s video below.
PLAYSTATION 3/XBOX 360
EA
www.ea.com
The Burnout series has never really dipped below anything less than complete excellence since its EA takeover. Constantly moving forward, the franchise has done for racing what Gears of War and Resident Evil 4 have done for third person shooters. Sitting comfortably between the hardcore appeal of Gran Turismo and the rampant fun of Mario Kart, the series has constantly innovated since its conception in 2002, throwing a middle finger to traditional racing convention. Burnout Paradise is no exception.
In this latest installment we have a Burnout title that feels both entirely familiar and completely different to previous updates in the series. Criterion has taken the Burnout concept (drive extremely fast, smashing into as much as possible) and dragged it kicking and screaming into an open world environment. The experience is seamless, devoid of menus or loading times.
Each event is accessed by stopping at traffic lights within Paradise City, accessed entirely at the player’s leisure and personal preference. The city itself is a sprawling metropolis, teeming with jumps, shortcuts, tunnels, hills, skyscrapers, junctions and streams of traffic, the locations of which are discovered through extensive play. It’s a dip-in, dip-out experience, evoking a wonderful sense of evolution within the proceedings, though not one which will sit immediately well with everybody.
As your knowledge of the city becomes greater, your skill improves alongside it. A failed race will be eventually won by a country mile once you know the locations of the jumps, boost-filling gas stations or the life giving qualities of the Auto-Repair. It’s certainly a bold move, especially considering the fact that you can’t restart an event once you’ve entered into it, nor are the racing routes explicitly defined. The lack of hand-holding may irritate those who want to trash the competition from the outset, the irony being that no event in the city is too irksome once the city is learned to a moderate degree.
There is immense satisfaction to be had by dipping into a subterranean shortcut discovered only moments prior, watching the rest of your opponents speed blindly off into critical second sapping territory. Fail an event, however, and you can simply drive to the next, each one taking you further into the gameworld, ensuring that each traffic light-instigated smash up remains fresh and exciting, enhanced by the sheer beauty of the city itself.
Paradise City simply begs to be explored. Running at a gorgeous 60fps, sun rays and sparks have never looked quite so exquisite, and Burnout has never felt quite so fast. It’s quite breathtaking at times; a feeling enforced by the lack of course boundaries. Keeping a firm eye on the compass and an ear out for the automatic indicator can mean the difference between a mark on your licence or a pile of rubble.
There have been a number of content revisions alongside the radical change in structure, too. ‘Show-Time’ mode replaces the crash junctions of Burnouts past, activated at any time or location; dollars awarded for the amount of destruction and the length of the chain. It’s easy to start pining for those preset crash junctions, but this is a satisfying and welcome addition to the series, easily fulfilling one’s desire to tear vehicles apart. Cars are no longer awarded with progression in the same way as previous titles, but rather must be hunted down; appearing at random locations throughout the city after the player has successfully engaged in a number of scenarios. New event ‘Marked Man’ sees you hunted down from one end of the city to the other by a trio of sinister black vehicles, hell-bent on smashing you up before you reach your destination. Learn the locations of those Auto Repairs, folks.

The emphasis on exploration and player evolution alongside some galling omissions such as the Signature Takedown, Aftertouch mode and the Crashbreaker mean Burnout Paradise will sadly never satisfy everyone. It’s a bold decision from Criterion, taken in parallel with the ever evolving face of the industry. Critically, this is exactly what next-gen Burnout needed to be; those willing to make the journey to Paradise City will find a manic playground from which they may well never depart, engulfed by a sense of sheer smashtastic excellence typified by the series. One can only wonder where Criterion will take us next.
9/10
Jon Beach
Universal Studios
www.leatherheadsmovie.com
The romantic comedy Leatherheads is like no other film you have seen. It’s a story that evolves around the emerging America pro-football league in 1925. For all the lads and lasses out there, this may sound like a footy film with men running back and forth on a pitch in shorts, but bare in mind, it is set in 1925 and actually focuses more on the building of the game rather than the actual playing of it and has some romance and hilarious qualities.
From start to finish this film has a unique sense of setting the scene. At the beginning you are immediately introduced to characters and follow them on their path. There is a flash back to show why Carter (Krasinski) is regarded as a war hero, and why you should never jump the facts, as things are not always the way they seem. The end credits show the future in image form, the music played is specifically sounding of that era, the font of the credits that looks like Cheers but much older, the transportation and costume including hair are all set to perceive the1920’s. Along with these elements, the attitudes of the lead characters all play a key role in the believability of the viewer. Journalist Lexie Littleton (Zellweger) with her lively and powerful statute was refreshing to see from a woman of this time, Carter with his golden-boy good looks seems the type to get away with anything he wants and Dodge (Clooney) with his full of yourself character and charming sarcasm.
Clooney has probably had the hardest of roles through Leatherheads as not only did he have to portray a liking to Johnny “Blood” McNally, who spent a year playing for the Duluth Eskimo’s; Duluth being the team focused upon in the film, but he had the director’s chair to fill. Playing Dodge, a footballer determined to direct his team away from bar brawls to crowded stadiums, there seemed no one better for the job, and as a director, he has an astonishing eye for creative elements. There is a lot of imagination and investigate gone into every aspect of the film to make a tale set even before many of us were twinkles in our parents eyes come to the big screen and be accepted in a wave of horror movies and commercial comedies.
For the ladies, the romance enters when two team players take the fight off the field by competing over Lexie’s affections. It was fairly unknown for a woman of this era to focus on her career options, but this Lexie’s focus within this flick. The flirting and the means of how each footballer wrestles (literally) for the consideration of the career woman that gives the film a warm inner glow.
Humour is always on the bill, but it is the ways it is approached that makes the film so enjoyable. From sly looks from Clooney, Krasinski having a few too many drinks and lots more funnies to tickle your tummies. Oscar winners Clooney and Zellweger have teamed up for a film about to blast your mind open.
Michelle Moore