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There is a good chance you found us accidentally by using the word “taint” in your search (If you found us on purpose, you deserve our accolades). Of course we don’t know what you were looking for, but you stumbled on a damn cool project. Look around; let us help send you on a musical journey. Here you will find a number of album reviews from the strange and extreme to the tame and mainstream. Our reviewers are a bunch of obsessive miscreants. Most of us are avid music collectors and have been involved in the music world for decades. A couple of us have been in or are still in bands.

There are no rules on Tickle Your Taint Blog. Our reviewers might make you laugh, or piss you off; both results are legitimate. One reviewer might write a glowing review of an album another might tear it apart. We may end up adopting a single review system, such as five stars, or each reviewer may use his own or none at all. We may have a new review every week or we could end up with one every six months. This blog exists as a social experiment to build community among a diverse group of music maniacs – our reviewers and hopefully you. Pull down your knickers, lube up and join us in tickling yours and our taints.

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Tuesday, January 30, 2018

Jon “The Wizard” Rossi (1991-2017)

By AntiChrist-iansen

It has now been a couple months since the passing of Jon “The Wizard” Rossi of Pilgrim, which hit me pretty hard this past fall. As always, hearing the death call of a talented artist who’s affected you in any way is distressing, but I find it even more so when they are so young with a brilliant future on the horizon.

If you’re unfamiliar with Jon Rossi, I will introduce you to the formidable Pilgrim. ‘Twas the year of our lord 2012 and the upswing of this mighty wave of Doom Metal we are currently enduring careened. Along with other contemporary mainstays such as Pallbearer, Magic Circle, Windhand, Conan, and Bell Witch, Pilgrim released their debut full-length to the world. (This year also marked the return of Saint Vitus after a 17-year hibernation.) Not that doom wasn’t well documented before—it most certainly was—but 2011/2012 is when it seemed to break outside of the exclusivity of D&D circles and stoner dorks. Now you could read about it in Decibel and on Pitchfork! Though the genre began to saturate, Pilgrim, for me, maintained a position within the cream of the crop. Their brand was traditional and true-to-form, recalling the likes of Reverend Bizarre, Cathedral, Pagan Altar, Pentagram, Witchfinder General, etc., but they weren’t a mere homage, their shit was as real as it gets. Their riffs would rumble the most miserable of souls, blanketing anyone in earshot in unrelenting sorrow. And it was all thanks to Jon. Sure, Pilgrim was a band, but “The Wizard” was the backbone and driving force, writing all of the music and lyrics. I can’t fathom they’ll continue without him. Rossi was a mere 20 years old when Misery Wizard was released on Metal Blade Records. By age 22, he had released the second album II: Void Worship and embarked on a major 31-date U.S. tour with the reunited stoner doom legends Spirit Caravan, featuring one the most legendary guitarists/vocalists in the business, Scott “Wino” Weinrich (Saint Vitus/The Obsessed).

Thankfully, I was able to see that tour when it came through my hometown, and the bands played in a dive with local heavyweights Eagle Twin (Southern Lord Records) and Dwellers (Small Stone Records) to boot. There may have only been a score of us long-hairs that showed, but boy was it a night to remember. It’s been a few years now, but the main takeaways were that 1. Wino whipped out a giant carafe of wine from behind his speaker cabinet during his set, knifed it open and took a couple swigs before passing it around the crowd to everyone’s delight; and 2. the live presence of Jon Rossi and Pilgrim on stage. They had this aura about them—these very young, yet rugged and balding doom geeks commanded immediate respect with their unyielding maturity in sound. The set began with a brief announcement of apology that all band members were suffering from flu-like symptoms and that what may follow may not be their best. But without further delay, contrarily ripped into what could only be described as an absolute stellar performance. The sore rasp in his whispering preface gave no hint at his sure and serene vocalizing to follow—he gave every ounce to our measly turnout, and assuredly made believers out of us all that night. Afterwards we briefly met, I thanked him, not much more unfortunately, but he was humble and genuine. I could tell he would have liked to continue to converse, had his voice not been shot. And after hearing the outcry of personal stories from many of my friends and acquaintances from around the country after his death, I can’t help but feel a bit envious not knowing him more closely. It was obvious what he and his music meant to so many.

If you have any appreciation of doom metal or just heavy music in general, you can appreciate what Pilgrim had to offer. And I mean “heavy” in every sense of the word. Yes, it is generally loud, but it is also heavy, as in, that it bears weight on your being. Even at his young age of 26, Rossi understood and communicated the sound and language of doom unlike many others, and I will forever keep his tunes in my rotation. As it states in the liner notes of Misery Wizard—their music “...is no place for a hobbit.” I implore you to keep his legacy alive and dig into their records. Hail The Pilgrim. Hail The Wizard. May he rest in peace.

Woefully yours.

Listen here:

For a deeper look, you can hear some demos and practice recordings of some older as well as newer unreleased tunes here:

Sunday, January 28, 2018

Postcard: AntiChrist-iansen to Five-Inch Taint, January 2018

Dearest Five-Inch Taint,

In addition to learning that you are a well-known Icelandic folk singer (see flip-side), my travels have also taught me of the elusive feared North Atlantic cousin of La Chupacabra, the Kertikabra. Walking the streets of Reykjavik post-Christmas, I noticed these strange Viking-like candelabras adorned in, not most, but ALL of the front windows of every home I passed. I was discussing it amongst my kin, when a local passerby hushed me rudely. We immediately returned his stink eye with more questions and out of impatience and fear she reluctantly told us the tale of ol’ Kerti. This Krampus-like-cabra eats the youngest of every household that fails to pay respect to him by the lighting of these candelabras that share his holiness likeness. Needless to say, we’re coming home without Pete. Turns out visitors in Airbnbs are not exempt.



Wednesday, January 24, 2018

Olenka and the Autumn Lovers, Papillonette EP (2008)

By Beert

Back in the summer of 2015, I attended a very diverse show in Rapid City, which included dance, punk, noise, folk, and doom, all in one night. My mind continually goes back to how incredible Olenka and the Autumn Lovers were. Going in to the show, I only knew two bands— my own band at the time, Corundum, and Japanese noise-masters The Atomic Whirl. But my ears were captured by Olenka and the Autumn Lovers. While my 2015 year-end review on this site stated I would review all of their albums, I’m limiting myself to only one. But I highly recommend you get all they have to offer, and you’ll see why.

I have chosen my favorite release by them—Papillonette. Right from the start, this band shows you what they’re made of. The song “Flash in the Pan” is on my very short list of perfect songs. The music is haunting and sad—everything that makes a fantastic country-folk song. It is full of emotion and has biting, heart-wrenching lyrics sung in an almost breathless voice, backed by music that cradles you in its arms while wiping the tears away. Listen to the song and you’ll see what I mean. Here is a few of the lyrics:

My brain’s in a fuzzy little coating
of alcohol and lies. No goodbyes.
I dream I’m careening down the freeway
to your naked eyes, past the lies.

It is a prefect driving and crying song. It soothes and it digs into a well of emotion. I could put this song on repeat all day.

The song “Blue” follows, and it’s another beauty. It is a tale of sadness and loneliness, regarding pushing away another who loves you, knowing you’ll only let them down. The song is beautiful. It is a great folksy tune that hits me in the heart.

Please don’t go to so much trouble.
There is nothing you can do.
Don’t you know I’ll simply make you

I think we’ve all been there.

“Papillon” comes in just prior to the midway point of the EP. It has the feel of a waltz, filled with sadness and loss, with lyrics about a butterfly searching for lost love and seeing the sadness in others. Sung in French, the meaning comes through whether you speak the language or not. This song could easily be a James Bond theme, although not to A View to a Kill, even though it had killer “butterflies” in a non-existent restaurant in the Eiffel Tower. 

“45” rises after the song of the sad butterfly. And goddamn is this song great. Set in the carnage of the Second World War, it’s a chilling tale about a soldier on the front line who knew he would die before all was said and done. It’s another superb effort by this band. They have the ability to convey so much with minimalistic lyrics, and the music takes you on the journey as well. You can almost imagine the ghost of this soldier, sitting on a bombed-out building, strumming away on a ghostly guitar, plucking the strings of the instrument and the hearts of those who walk by.

They got me on the front in 45
’cause I didn’t have the strength to stay alive.
You know I did the best I could. 
Mama I was good and then I died.
Oh lord in 45. 

“Tennessee” lulls you into a false sense of happiness as the music plucks along. Lyrically, I interpret the song to be about what was to be, but did not become. One of the lines in the song explains, “we had dreams and plans, but they never came to fruition.” Such a song here is done better than most, in my opinion.

“The Decline” finishes off the album. While it also contains sadness, it has a “make the best of a bad situation” intent. It seems to suggest that “shit’s going down, and I’m going down singin’ and dancing.’” There is melancholy, but also not. The vocal delivery is really the highlight. As the music builds, the vocals bring out a defiance and a “fuck you” attitude. It has the attitude that if I’m going out, I’m going out on my own terms. Brilliant!

If I’ve got to hit the ground,
I guess I’ll try
to have a good time 

in the decline….

This album is easily in my top 10. If you give it a listen (and then a purchase it, because you will want to purchase it), you’ll understand why. The songs get into your head, and you won’t want them to leave.

Sunday, January 21, 2018

Postcard: AntiChrist-iansen to SoDak, January 2018

Dear SoDak,

Iceland has been magical. We came across this geyser hole. A few other people were standing around and we came to meet them. As soon as we arrived at the perch, we were eager to see it spew. The others informed us that the geyser required “ancient pleasure” for a proper eruption. After much toil and experimental thought, we came up with nothing successful and were about to leave when a small man appeared, full of wisdom. So, of course, we immediately drew up a plan to sell our souls for the secret geyser-pleasing maneuver to this “self-proclaimed faerie.” I’m physically unable to describe what we had to do, but boy did that geyser splooge. One of the others luckily snapped a photo of the sulfuric cum storm raining upon us and supplied a copy (see image on front). More tales to come.


Monday, January 15, 2018

Gusty Bellows’s Favorite Music of 2017

By Gusty Bellows

Here are my favorite records of 2017:
Pissed Jeans, Why Love Now
Afghan Whigs, In Spades
Ron Gallo, Heavy Meta
Black Lips, Satan’s Graffiti or God’s Art
Ty Segall, Ty Segall
LCD Soundsystem, American Dream
Electric Wizard, Wizard Bloody Wizard
Guided by Voices, How Do You Spell Heaven
Truck Stop Love, Can’t Here It: 1991-1994
Spoon, Hot Thoughts

I saw some great shows in 2017 with great friends:
Samiam, Armchair Martian
Bret Netson/Clark, The Himselfs
Black Angels, Ron Gallo
Afghan Whigs, Har Mar Superstar
Ty Segall
King Gizzard
The Lizard Wizard
Plus I was glad I finally got to see The Sadies.

In 2017, I revisited this great records a lot:
Constantines, Kensington Heights
Radio Birdman, Radio’s Appear

I was sad for the loss of Karl Hendricks. Many other greats passed, but his music always had a special place in my collection.

I’m looking forward to seeing Luna in 2018 and hopefully Jawbreaker will make their reunion worthwhile and do some more shows this year. I am disappointed that Jesus Lizard has decided that’s it no more.

There are plenty of albums from great bands that I didn’t even get a chance to listen to this past year. This year is looking like I may not even get to them now. Since it looks like there are some good releases coming out as soon as the year gets started.