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Here’s Some Rap / Hip-Hop Acts You Should Probably Check Out

DISCLAIMER: Please leave your elitism at the door – no one cares if you hate this style of music, or if you’ve already heard of these artists when they were still underground, like, a million years ago. We get it – you’re really cool. As many of you know, I, and IPHYB as a whole, got our start primarily covering musical acts that fall mostly under the “heavy” music banner (I’m talking punk, hardcore, metal, deathcore, etc.) – and because of that, a large portion of our readership consists of people who listen to those styles of music exclusively. This sometimes frustrates me, as I’ve always been a person who tries to keep an open mind when it comes to what I listen to (yeah, I’m one of those “oh I don’t have a favourite genre, I’ll listen to anything” flogs) – in fact, I was a fan of rap well before I’d ever even given “heavy” stuff a second thought. At IPHYB we’ve always tried to completely open to all styles of music, and give fair coverage to any artists we think are creating amazing new sounds regardless of genre, so in the spirit of this, I’ve decided to write this article, which will hopefully open your eyes to something new (whether you’re already a fan of rap or not). So, without further ado, check this shit out: Lil Peep I don’t actually know too much about this US-based rapper, due to his relative obscurity and lack of personal (or biographical) information on the internet – he apparently has no Facebook page, and only a small amount of...

Local Band Flies Entire Perth Fanbase Across Country, They Still Whinge

Sydney grindcore also-rans Shitrot have taken the unprecedented liberty of flying their entire Perth fanbase all the way to the other side of the country, in an attempt to keep their burgeoning three-strong-and-rapidly-growing Western supporter base happy. The nine-piece band, comprised of five drummers – one for each kit piece – one guitarist, and three vocalists, had this to say via their facebook page earlier today: Hey guys, We’re super proud to announce our full east coast tour, with our great friends in Cuntmincer, Dred Furst, Fucked Nun, and Cocksplice Sundae. We’ll be hitting all the capitals, and the major regional centres from Cape York all the way down to Adelaide. We won’t be able to hit Perth, as it is incredibly expensive to fly nine people over to your neck of the woods, and even more expensive to hire gear/transport it as well. To lessen the blow, we’ve decided to show you guys the love you truly deserve. We don’t care that you guys, on average, earn like double what the rest of the country does because of your booming mining industry and plentiful high paying, low qualification jobs. No, we’re not going to penalise you guys just because you live in a xenophobic backwater. Instead, we’re going to fly you all over, free of charge. And yes, that includes return flights and accommodation at a four-star hotel! Grind or die cunts, Shitrot Despite the incredible generosity of the New South Welsh mincelords, the fans were unimpressed. “Cheap cunts will probably expect us to come over in economy. Fucking typical”, proclaimed Hugh Jass, a fan of nearly three...

A Stream Of Consciousness: Death Grips – Bottomless Pit

Hey guys. So today, I had the awful idea of listening to Death Grips‘ new album Bottomless Pit, and providing a stream of consciousness style review for your entertainment. Sounds pretty straight forward right? It totally would be if I’d ever listened to them before, but I haven’t. That’s right, I’ve deliberately refrained from listening to everyone’s favourite band to listen to ironically, whilst maintaining that they totally aren’t listening to it ironically. So without further ado, I present to you, mostly unedited and in note form, my review. For best results, listen along via the embed link below. Cheers. First track is called Giving Bad People Good Ideas. Pretty apt, considering the band. Starting a band? Good idea. Starting THIS band? Probably not. This song sounds like your average ’08 myspace cybergrind band, complete with weird samples and all, but with some cunt ranting incoherently over the top of it instead of shrill, chimp-getting-fucked-with-a-baseball-bat vocals. Somehow it’s actually still catchy. Not bad/10 I’m not regretting this just yet, until the second song starts. Fuck me dead. Hot Head is a bunch of random noise with old mate yelling what sounds like ‘blah blah blah blah blah blah’ over the top of it, vaguely syncopated to the beat. Then we get some cool arpeggiated synth, which actually sounds sick as fuck. I have no fucking clue what to make of this band, thus far. It’s either the most inspired, eclectic mix of grind, math and rap of all time, or it’s totally random atonal pap. I suspect it’s somewhere in between. Credit where credit is due, the drums are...

Editorial: Bright Lights, Big City

Lay down. Not just anywhere, though. Find a nice patch of comfortable grass on the outskirts of your favourite city, and just lie down, still. Take the time to take in the night-time scenery, to really feel what is going on around you. Be aware of the wind disturbing your arm hairs, as you gaze out into the distance. Find somewhere high up. A hill, preferably, maybe a mountain. Look down, and try to connect with each individual street light, every house lit from within, every neon bar sign that illuminates the nocturnal lives of thousands, millions of people all living their lives in ritualistic counterpoint to the still night air. Feel all of it. Don’t stir. Pick one light. Your light, if you can. Trace the arterial roads from the bypass into the city, and follow the same back-streets that you drive every day on your work commute. Let your eyes take you on a journey through the city streets, by proxy of your memories. Find your home. Find it, and concentrate. It dims, and you try to clutch at the rays from your fluorescent kitchen light, as it flees through the infinitesimal gaps in between your shadow-drenched fingers. It’s gone. Your home is lost forever in the glare of the competing lights from a city far more immense than you can ever truly fathom. A million lives, all existing in spite of each other, vying for the same attention. This home represents your band, the light is your art. No matter how brightly you shine, you will inevitably be drowned out by the sheer brilliance of the...

Ten Jewish Band Names

ABOVE: It’s Mitzvah Mansoor! Get it? I have no friends. Happy Passover, everybody (or as we say in Hebrew, דלק סילוני לא יכול להמס קורות פלדה)! To be perfectly honest, I’m not a fan of this holiday. Not only do I have to forego bread for eight days, but I have to spend two of them having a ritualized dinner with extended family I don’t care about? No thanks. I hope you goyim enjoyed your Easter. I have to admit, though, Passover (or “Pesach” in Hebrew) is a pretty metal holiday. So metal, in fact, it could be named the official holiday of thrash. It’s a story from the Old Testament, when the ancient Israelites began their mass Exodus from Egypt thanks to an Angel of Death that Slaye(r)d every Egyptian’s first-born son. Megadeth. Did I get ‘em all? But yeah, Passover features a flaming bush that never burned, a prophet’s struggle for power with an oppressive ruler, ten plagues of blood and eternal darkness and murder, the sea being split apart by divine intervention and the subsequent drowning of an entire army. The holiday reads like a Dream Theater concept album; it’s pretty sick. To get into that spirit, here are ten metal bands whose names could be improved with Jewish nomenclature. Although Meshuggah takes their name from the Yiddish word for a crazy person (meshuggenah), they do not count. 1. Chai on Fire (High on Fire) Chai is an important concept because it’s the word for the number eighteen. In Hebrew, it’s also the symbol for “life”, which is something we at IPHYB are yet to experience....

COREY TAYLOR Charged With The Murder Of Prince’s ‘Purple Rain’

In some shocking news to come out of the U.S this morning, authorities have charged Slipknot frontman Corey Taylor over the death of late pop icon Prince’s song Purple Rain. A spokesperson for the Iowa State Police Department Sarah Belle Palsy confirmed a 42 year-old man was taken into custody overnight after several eye-witnesses came forward, with many deeming the event a “tragedy”. The violent incident unfolded while Taylor played a concert in Prince’s hometown of Minnesota on Friday night, with several patrons catching the event on film and posting the footage to YouTube. ”It was horrible. I heard the first few bars of Purple Rain strike up and I just couldn’t believe it. He completely strangled the life out of it right there on stage” said one onlooker, *Brent. ”He literally murdered the song, it was absolutely savage” said another patron James Davis, who chose not to be named. Attorney Leigh Gallade from Juridical Lawyers confirmed he was representing Taylor, stating the singer will be fighting the charges which he labeled “stupid tbh”. ”Anyone can clearly see he didn’t murder the song at all. We will maintain that it’s a certified banger and that Taylor was simply wanting to pay tribute to late singer. That’s all we’ll be saying for now, I have to eat my ham sandwich” said Gallade, who then reportedly ate a ham sandwich. You can see the footage below, but please note we have enabled a trigger warning for sensitive viewers. *David Stafford’s name has been changed to ‘Brent’ to protect his...

How To Troll Your Record Label 101

This should be common knowledge by now, but there are still plenty of people out there who just don’t get it, so let me make this clear: major labels are not your friend. They’re not here to help you. They’re not designed to give your career a leg up. Music is an industry and a record label is a business. They exist to exploit you. When you sign a recording contract with a major label, you’re immediately in debt. They’re going to pay for a lot of things on your behalf. Your studio time, your mixing/mastering, your cover art, pressing your album, advertising, your tour van, your road crew, your merchandise, your hotel rooms. Everything down to the lawyer that drew up your contract. That shit adds up, and they want that money back. Fair enough, right? They’re out of pocket and they want to recoup that cost. Makes sense. However, this is no interest-free loan, my friend. They’ll be taking back all that money and more for their time and effort, and it all comes from your album and ticket sales. Now, this is fine if you’re selling millions upon millions of records and packing out stadiums, but until you get to that point, you won’t see a dime, and you’ll be neck deep in debt. This is an age old problem which has plagued rock ‘n’ roll for decades and naturally, many artists aren’t too happy with particular record labels that they’ve been involved with at some point in their career. But what do you do when you’re under contract and the record company owns your soul?...

KURT COBAIN: Inside The Conspiracy

Kurt Cobain is to be the subject of an upcoming graphic novel titled Who Killed Kurt Cobain?, created by award-winning artist Nicolas Otero and set for publication in October through IDW Publishing. Those hoping for a conspiracy-laden adventure into some of the unanswered questions surrounding his death will be sadly disappointed; the comic is, in actual fact, based on the French novel Le Roman de Boddah, which follows the fictional story of Cobain’s imaginary childhood friend Boddah recalling non-fictional events from the late singer’s life. Boddah was who Kurt Cobain addressed his suicide note to before he took his own life with a self-inflicted shotgun wound to the melon at the height of Nirvana‘s success back in the April of 1994. While the graphic novel will serve as an exciting piece of Cobain memorabilia, what’s even more interesting is are some of the conspiracies surrounding his death. There has been a long and heated debate between tin-foilers, staunch skeptics, and rational actors alike, so allow us to present the facts as they are, and then we’ll let you flogs fight it out in the comments on Facebook. Just to preface, I’m an unrelenting centrist skeptic who rarely buys into any of form of conjecture around silly conspiracy theories (shave your necks you weirdos), but I have to admit, the Cobain conspiracy is one of the more compelling ones out there and is definitely worth exploring. Kurt Cobain Suicide: The Facts Mental Illness & Heroin Use Kurt Cobain had a well-documented struggle with drug addiction and mental illness throughout his life. In the Brett Morgan film Montage Of Heck, it’s...

NOISEY.COM Writer Decides THE STORY SO FAR Frontman Is Sexist For No Apparent Reason

A malfunctioning militant third-wave feminist journalist writer regressive-leftist has lashed out at U.S. pop punk band The Story So Far, calling vocalist Parker Cannon a “douchebag” and accusing him of “gleefully assaulting” a fan because of his “privilege” — simply for booting an annoying fan off-stage, who also happened to be female. Triggered. The article, which appeared on Noisey.com, went on to call pop-punk a “hostile environment for non-dudes”, and that Parker’s actions “perpetuate an already rife culture of misogyny”, without actually providing any examples of apparent misogyny, because who the fuck needs facts when you have hurt feelings. In the interest of transparency, I’ve decided to provide a blow-by-blow rebuttal of the borderline insane rant so that we can all appreciate the violent idiocy of the writer in question. The witch hunt article begins with the following: “As a band, there are many ways to deal with members of the crowd who invade your stage at the risk of getting in your way, standing on your gear, and generally being a nuisance. You can tap them on the shoulder and motion to them to please exit your space, like an adult. If they’re being particularly aggressive, you can stop the show and call security. What you should absolutely not do is assert your dominance in the most disgusting way possible by dropkicking them behind their back. Especially if the crowd member in question is a young girl engaging in the completely passive act of taking a selfie on stage. Apparently The Story So Far’s Parker Cannon didn’t get that memo though.” It begins innocuously enough – yes, there...