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Director of Photography: Ty Evans
Camera Operator: Mike Poore
1st AC: Kevin Denning
2nd AC: Justice Ott
Gaffer: Robert Junior Oliva
Editor/Post/Color: Cleigh Reed
It may seem like a dystopian future with King Nine’s latest record Death Rattle as it hits the stage in a crash and burn through the organized chaos of breakdowns and anguish. The sound carries the five moments before death, stated through their opening and closing tracks which feel more as chokeholds than actual songs.
From the bruised and abused opening track of “Paradise” which acts more as the gates of hell opening up from beneath, to the similar feel between the mid-point and finale of the record. There is something sinister about Death Rattle. The name alone strikes some fear into the heart as the cover stares back into the listener like a foreboding predator unto prey. King Nine carries themselves highly with Death Rattle and portrays the charcoal lines of a macabre painting, something with a real presence behind it.
While death may act as a reprieve for the constant beating that King Nine delivers, there is actually quite a substance to the record even beneath all the anger. Ultimately, with the tracks that flood in and seem to segue almost perfectly into each other; King Nine can continue without a single break in the pushing and inevitable end. Behind the daunting sounds of “Twisted Thoughts” or even “Gift of Life”, there is something uplifting that runs with these tracks.
They are well crafted and show a fundamental touch that can quickly turn the room into a whirlwind of balanced mixing and performance that is more inspiring than hurtful. Death Rattle has character and becomes this entity that focuses on deliberately pulverizing, but the music behind is an excellent display of hardcore punches and kicks that continues to impress after each listen. King Nine takes the New York underbelly to the surface, exposing the wires and mechanical beings that dwell underneath in a shining new display of dominance.
While there are no such thing as perfect records, Death Rattle gets pretty close and can manage to turn the couch into a stage diving zone. From the fast and punishing movements that occur now rather than later and the metallic overcoat; King Nine is angrier than ever and somehow incredibly clean underneath all those pedals and machines.
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Featuring: Earl Sweatshirt
Video By: Jason Goldwatch
Video Technical Support By: DJ Hard Rich
Produced By: The Alchemist
Mixed By: Eddie Sancho
Mastered By: Joe Laporta
Art by artbyshk.com
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Prod. By Trip Dixon
Shot By Blanco Pages
Edited By Blanco Pages & Knosho’s World
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Innovation at its peak always requires a change in the atmosphere. Music and art as a generalization is very similar to a pair of clothes, they cannot be the same day after day and must be changed. Through Minor Threat’s youthful title of Salad Days which hit years before Mac Demarco would ever brace a guitar, years before Kanye made Yeezus, and what feels as decades before half of the fans would even be born.
Released in the summer heat of 1985, the dirt colored and stained black and white photograph that would become the very staple of punk rock illustrated quickly the coming age of youth performance and craftsmanship. Minor Threat was in a league that had similar players, but none could replicate the exact spark that the band had. From their very independent styling of musical ability, the disdain for the record labels, and a potential to break into a major market with a very unmarketable style. Essentially, music fans loved them and record companies hated them.
Salad Days which works more as an EP takes that love for music and portrays it on a silver platter that ignores the punk rock roots of early Minor Threat and feels more melodic and approachable as an audience coming from the outside. Quite simply, it is easier on the ears than the rough 1-2 step of their usual workings. Surprisingly still a catchy reminiscence of the final days of Minor Threat, it would be ignorant to simply wash them aside as only fast strumming, high tension workers.
From the usages of the chimes, or even the acoustic guitar; there is a drastic change within the sound of Salad Days. It could still be recognized as a Minor Threat ensemble, but perhaps it was a side venture as Code Orange did Adventures. It was different from the normality, but created this interesting dichotomy of work from the band, who worked to shape an entire generation of a sound.
It is within the final track, the remake of The Standells’ “Sometimes Good Guys Don’t Wear White” renamed under the simple “Good Guys” that provides a perfect look into the sound change. It is catchy and feels more carefree with that hardcore edge still strung over MacKaye’s vocals. It could be the rather shallow chorus that is engrained into the listener’s head, or the way the guitars swing in the wind, or maybe just the charisma that Minor Threat had.
In any sense, Minor Threat holds a grasp on the punk rock world and just about anyone who knows anything about punk knows Minor Threat. Salad Days however flew a little under the radar and opened the final coffin for the band as they disbanded in 1983, two years before the record would ever hit the scene.