My main man, when it comes to feeding my mind with Industrial Hardcore, Seanocide, came through in spades with this one. I asked if he knew of any seriously ugly, evil hardcore gabber type shit and one of his suggestions was this 12" from 2008, the first release on his own Devil Times Nine label. UGLY & EVIL in spades!!! This is seriously some of the best hardcore I have ever heard. This guy Delta 9 comes from another world, because they don't have shit this cool on planet Earth. It's hardcore of the finest sort, but it's got elements of straight up industrial music and isn't limited, it's sophisticated. There's that, almost military steady banging, mixed with the perfect sinister samples and constantly changing melodies to keep you guessing. Anybody who says that these electro freaks aren't really artists or musicians, hasn't heard this guy and this may well be his masterpiece...unfucking believeable...
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Fontana is where these two mysterious dudes call home, also from a long running Power Violence group which shall remain nameless for their own diabolical purposes. From the get go you know these guys are fucking nuts. First thoughts were of a super punky Warlock Pinchers. My reply was, "You've taken that hectic-ness of your PV band and turned it electro, danceable even." Dancing, as in to short bursts of spastic insanity. I put them under the Industrial category, but this is a long ways from those rudiments, this is like some sort of psychotic EBM. The lyrics are pretty silly, quirky, ridiculous at times, almost like early Beck (sorry to use a name that is now big in the music industry, it wasn't always so), The beats almost have a New Wave sound to them, or kind of like 80's video games. The samples just add to the mystery of these two nuts. I know these guys would be fun to hang with, they have boatloads of creativity. They've got 8 tunes up for download/listen at 
Back in action for some long awaited reviews, thank God my inbox still has consistent gifts of waiting for me, although it's a never ending struggle to keep up with them. Shit, there's only so many hours in the day to listen and reflect on my favorite topic, but I usually feel rewarded when it's all said and done. This time around we have a couple of folks, hailing from the ancient land of Greece, laying it on heavy with fresh originality. I put them in the "Industrial" category, which fits in the most general sense, but these guys have a very refined, specific sound and I don't even know exactly how to categorize them or if that's even important, other then to give you, the potential listener a hint at what you might be getting yourself into. They are self described as "HAU are a noise-rock duo band. Their music is industrial, noise improvisation, analog sound and various other genres. The duo was created in 2012 where they started creating their own stuff."
First thing that came to mind for me was the most hectic of Am Rep vibes, the kind that makes you think that these guys must be a little hectic or even unstable themselves. I mean how the hell does a guy come up with this type of sound? Is it planned, something that was there in their minds, just waiting to be given form or does it come out of something else and then evolves in the practice room into it's final form? Here is what they had to say, "HAU activate, through "broken", deformed guitar/live electronics themes and tribal/break rhythms, the human restlessness and oppression as a necessary and capable condition to create a foreboding overturn." That makes sense.
Overall I find myself going back to thinking of them as this harsh industrial, not unlike early stuff from live instrument Industrial Metal acts like Nine Inch Nails or Ministry. On the other hand, it may not be fair to compare them to those guys, as these two are way underground, there's not a trace of anything mainstream about them. I like that, sort of a punk 1977 attitude. Looking over what I've written so far about the band, in describing them, I have limited them, there is no limit to this sound. Taken as a whole, this EP explores a lot of territory and is heavy on the variety of sounds and rhythms...well worth a listen. They've got a 
With Labor Day around the corner (tomorrow), I find my self reflecting on the 30 years I've been selling my time for a paycheck. It doesn't seem that long, but I still haven't made my first million. In order to have done that, I'd have had to have made $33,333 a year for those 30 years, but even working now at my best paying job, I don't gross that much a year. According to the common train of thought I must not have been working hard enough, because hard work = wealth, right? Hahahaha. Got my first job with an actual pay check (before that all I ever did was mow my Grandpa's lawn when we came to visit), at 14, for sub minimum wage, cleaning cages at a bird store. Nothing like going into an aviary and getting pooped on while I cleaned up the poop. Stepped it up in high school and worked at Taco Bell for $3.35 an hour. Quit that job after the manager and this guy I knew, were executed during a robbery at another Taco Bell that I had worked at when I was training. Just not enough money to risk my life. My Aunt then got me a job at a law firm (one that represented insurance companies, trying to negotiate down settlements) as a file clerk. My brush with the white collar world and coked out lawyers. In college my first job was as a housekeeper cleaning dorm rooms during the summer. Damn college students, trashed the hell out of their rooms. Worked two jobs there for a while as I made/delivered pizzas at Blue Max Pizza for a year. The best tips were when you would get bud. Got probably the best job you can get as a college student (a state job), as they work around your class schedule, doing grounds keeping around the dorms (really liked my old Vietnam Vet boss). Graduated from college and worked at my favorite place to drink Casa de que Pasa, doing the register and prep (I made damn good guacamole). Worked then for Lindquist Landscape doing construction, mostly digging ditches, shoveling rock and hauling concrete in wheel barrows, we'd go fishing on rainy days. Moved to San Diego and relied on my skills (fuck my college education right) and got a job working for Banister Landscape, my first job being charge, maintenance foreman. A brush with trickle down economics as we maintained mansions...rich people hire poor people to take care of their shit. Off to the Hanalei Hotel, still in charge, as the lead grounds keeper. The boss took us out every Friday to get drunk. Not enough money there, so off to the best you can do as a grounds keeper, a city job (in Lemon Grove) on the grounds crew. Learned a lot there, but drinking killed that job for me, so I started my own company, Hrabe & Son Landscaping. Got my truck stolen with all my tools in it, ending my venture as a self made man. Mark Banister was kind enough to hire me again, despite my heavy drinking, but eventually his benevolence was tested. Nothing left to do but to move away to Kansas, to try to escape my drinking. Ever so slightly less of a drunk (but still a drunk never the less) hit a new low as a powerwasher at a factory farm, Husky Hogs, all the pig shit and maggots a guy could handle. Off to my first job using my degree, substitute teaching at local schools (remember how you treated your subs in school). After a year, decide that I wasn't getting enough days there so got a job working with developmentally disabled adults, as a para professional under a teacher. Got Sober. Move up to Employment Specialist (job coach), getting the same population jobs. Moved up again in the company (a non profit subsidized by the State of Kansas) to where I am today, a Individual Service Coordinator (social worker) for the same population. I'm not the hardest worker in the world (my hero days are over), but I do my part. Happy Labor Day folks!
The wife and I loved the first one but they really outdid themselves with 
