Garbage - Garbage

by Tarbeaux on Mon, Sep 22, 2025

A garbage album to end this project

And there it is, the end of the Birthstospter™, the traditional yearly project that ebbed and flowed with varying degrees of regularity. First, I want to thank everyone who took the time to participate and write reviews all year long. It’s always nice to see people responding positively when you harass them. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed it, and that I wasn’t too annoying (or at least not more than usual).

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Combatwoundedveteran - I Know A Girl Who Develops Crime Scene Photos

by Gadunka on Mon, Sep 15, 2025

We are almost there

What’s a girl to do? I have 14 minutes until the next laundromat hardcore set is done (they just started) and am being harrassed by a portly Canadian to shit out a review. So here it is. I’ve always loved how production values during recording can really emphasize the moods and atmospheres portrayed through music. The initial choices in gear, the number and range of microphones, even the way a room is shaped and furnished has a direct impact on how a finished record will sound.

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Milemarker - Anaesthetic

by Anal Nunchuks on Wed, Aug 27, 2025

Anal's birth is the worst thing happening in 2001

The year is 2001. America is reeling from 9/11, and the world would be irrevocably changed geopolitically. More importantly, I was born. Unrelated to all that, post-hardcore was undergoing a metamorphosis. Once straddling the line between noise rock and hardcore punk, “post-hardcore” bands started tilting in every direction. At the Drive-In embraced progressive rock and technical wizardry, the emo movement was burgeoning, and on the horizon loomed a shadow named MySpace.

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Leviathan - The Tenth Sub Level of Suicide

by annalise on Sun, Aug 24, 2025

The Gen Z really has it rough

Everyone reading this godforsaken article has remembered the early 2000s differently. My parents, idiosyncratic children of the sixties and seventies, were having the time of their lives at the turn of the century, going to rock clubs, playing music, driving from California to Michigan to Texas, getting impulsively married in ‘02 and having me in early ‘03. I had a decent, if not odd upbringing, with my father being a full-time musician.

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