New Demo Slayer track: "Oppress Me, Please"
Part of a funk project I started in 2024 to free me from the self-imposed rule that grooves are bad. Thanks nu-metal culture for stoking that fear!
Was aiming for Talking Heads/Fela Kuti/Tony Allen but likely missed and hit LCD Soundsystem instead.
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NEW DEMO SLAYER SONG “BULLET IN A CHINA SHOP” ON BANDCAMP
THIS IS A NO WAVE, NOISE ROCK SONG IN THE VEIN OF THIS HEAT, THE NO NEW YORK COMP, AND US MAPLE.
IT’S ALSO IN 5/4 WHICH ONLY NERDS WILL CARE ABOUT
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New Demo Slayer track “My Bloody Palatine” on bandcamp.
My Bloody Valentine meets Ministry. I tried to make this an Oozing Wound song but the hi-hat intensity would have broken Kyle’s wrists and it has too many guitars. Oh well. This one is a ripper.
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New Demo Slayer song on band camp. I’m think Sunday/Wednesday releases make sense.
This one is less homage than it is just a 90s power pop grunge tune. Pretty catchy, definitely not an oozer.
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I have decided to start putting out the endless amount of demos I make under the title Demo Slayer.
Since the pandemic my interest in doing band stuff or playing shows kind of died. My main passion has always been writing and recording in my home studio. Everything else has felt kind of wrong for me.
I have a HUGE backlog of non-metal stuff. A song cycle album, over 20 Talking Heads like funk tracks, band homages, alternative grunge stuff, songs that Kevin once said were "lyrically, sonically, and conceptually awful," and a bunch of other shit I've essentially been hoarding for 10+ years.
First track I put up is called "Head Down" it is a very obvious Jesus and Mary Chain homage that Oozing Wound toyed with making an April Fools track like nine years ago. It's a good jam!
Anyway, Demo Slayer will get updates until I run out of stuff, I get too much hate, or no one likes it. I get embarrassed easily.
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10 years ago my mom departed from this plane of existence after a tortuous and confounding 6 month battle with gliablastoma. This was 2015 about a year before the first Trump nightmare and while I handled it OK for a bit, right around the election I had a real fuck-everything attitude and promptly tried to blow my life up. Looking back, it’s kind of insane how things didn’t fall apart worse than they did, but my mom’s death was definitely the beginning of a slide into a lot of bullshit that honestly didn’t really sort itself out until about 2019.
About two years ago my wife’s dad also inexplicably was diagnosed with glioblastoma and he too soon succumbed. She handled it infinitely better than I did, but for a rare cancer the odds of us both losing a parent to it is bizarre. As the world, or more specifically the United States, hurtles towards an absolute clusterfuck nightmare again I’m surprised at how different I feel on the precipice of yet another Trumpian catastrophe. I guess that’s a testament to getting older.
I don’t really have a point to any of this. I’m mostly reflecting on my life as shit rapidly changes to full adulthood. Music has become far, far less of a priority since the pandemic and honestly, my mood has improved significantly. Tying my personal worth to how my art is judged is a horrific recipe, and yet everyone I know is wired this way. When I was processing my mom’s death I wrote “Diver” which we then, of course, obscured the sincere meaning behind it with a veneer of weed jokes and other shit. I don’t do sincerity well and it’s easier when people dismiss it for dumb reasons than real ones.
Anyway, the lyrics to “Diver” are a reflection on my despair and the despair she most definitely felt trapped in a body that was failing and a mind that was falling apart. Even now it is still painful to think of how it ended so I choose to think of happier memories. Sadly, the longer time goes on the harder it is to feel those with the same intensity.
So here is a picture of my mom and the last piece of a song that I felt captured the turmoil I had inside me watching her die.
39 and feeling…fine! We had a good run didn’t we? Now we’re old as fuck and dying. I used to be cool! I used to go to basement shows and would stay up until 6. In the fucking AM. What the hell? Now I sit in my office and write funk jams (true story) and reading YA literature to prepare my classes. I’m a goddamn fucking adult now. Lots of weird stuff on the horizon like getting fucking married and shit. What’s next, 11 dogs? There will be no babies so yeah probably. At least I don’t think the world is ending in November anymore, so that’s nice. See y’all on the flip side of 40.
A long time coming. Been trying to play at Promises since it opened. This is gonna be the show of the summer and the last for the ooze for a while probably.
Today’s the day! 1000 days exactly since our last show! It was fated, and the lord did grin the people did feast upon the lambs, and sloths, and carp, and anchovies, and breakfast cereals, and orangutans, and fruit bats, and large chu…
Saturday, July 13th we will play our first show since Ooze Fest at…West Fest! Witness as we clear the streets with our patented caterwauling! Gaze at our aged visages that belie or world hating attitudes! Behold, as we shred through the catalogue of oozings from nearly every era of this bullshit we call music! Rejoice! Get hammered at 5pm! You have permission now. #westfest #oozingmusing
To quoteth the greatest film ever made, Some Kind of Monster: feels like the next day.
Two years since my amp blew up and then Kyle done fucked up his shit, we are alive again.
Some stuff to be announced soon unless it all gets all behind the scenes fucked and then we will pretend you didn’t hear shit.
Happy fifth?! Birthday to High Anxiety. Released on the ides of March, 2019, High Anxiety was the beginning of the second phase of ooze after Kyle quit, Casey joined, Casey quit, and Kyle came back. For whatever reason we were (or probably I was) insistent on not putting “Birth of a Flat Earther” last but I totally would now. Who knows what stoner brain bullshit we were talking in the studio. Supposedly there is actually footage of us in there. Lots of fun ones on here including “tween shitbag” whose title came from a very late night bashing of a local Chicago band who I cannot stand, “surrounded by fucking idiots” which had a music video featuring SNL’s brightest star @sarahsquirm , and @trashcitycomix with the incredible depiction of @emptybottle falling into a swamp. Lots to love here and likely the last full thrash-esque songs I’ve got in the tank. Go revisit it and boost our stats!
