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This is probably a bit of a weird thing to hear, but trust me not as weird as it is to say, but Ancient Mith’s amazing new release And The Dead Shall Lie There is exactly what I expected rap of the future to sound like when I was 20 years old…you know like two decades ago. This is probably why I love this album so much. It is an appropriately weird album that is not only disconnected from the modern reality, but is also lighting said reality on fire and then pissing on the embers to extinguish the fire. Obviously an indie release by a white dude from Denver isn’t going to stop the train as it barrels its way to irrelevancy, though it does succeed in creating an alternate time line that is not only awesome but vaguely haunting in the best possible way. The album...

Sometimes I want to walk around the backyard barefoot, shorts on, my linen shirt unbuttoned to mid-chest, with a smoke dangling from my lips and a cold one in my hand while hitting Wiffle balls for the dogs to chase. On these days my 5 o’clock shadow is probably the sexiest and most dangerous thing to ever happen on my quiet suburban block, just ask my nosey shut in of a neighbor, I caught you looking Ms. Wilkins, drink it the Fuck up you cat loving minx. During these occasional lapses in judgment and hygiene there is a buzz that builds up in my head, usually low and soothing at the start and eventually turning into a full riot of energy, madness, spins, fainting, and sex; followed by shame, my dogs looking at me cross and needing to purchase new cushions for the lawn furniture. Since I...

Sometimes people send us music. Sometimes people send us fucking jesus christ I want to kill myself with a bunk of treated lumber and a sack of fermented soy, and then sometimes it's pure fucking hell yeah and all I want to do is run around my backyard with a beach towel as a cape and a mask made of bacon concealing only my hazel eyeballz. Of course we don't condone the public or private shitting on creative peoples, so we tend to let those that don't strike our fancy fanny packed fancies fall by the wayside instead of sharing our disdain with anyone. So sometimes it's hard accepting music as a cold call from a salesman/musician, as our intent isn't to insult or put down. But then you get bands like Brightest Color dropping a simple "hey, here's our bandcamp link bro bro...

Normally if and when someone asks me to check out their boyfriend's music I usually run straight for the fucking hills. Nine out of ten times the album will be a complete turdfest and then you're put in the awkward position of having to find some small throwaway compliment (I loved the way he used handclaps in that one song") to shoot back at this lovelorn girl who sees her dude as the next Bon Iver. He might have a beard and live in a snowy cabin but he is no Justin Vernon. Please stop sharing his album with people. If this dude REALLY cared for you he'd ask you not to spread his sad sounds around town. Nine out of ten times it is a total shit show. Then there's that one. That one fucking magical time when the girlfriend isn't wearing rose colored glasses and panties. Calvin Love...

When people say they're "dropping" a "mixtape" I'm usually leery of giving it anything more than a skim because I always interpreted it as kind of a half-assed attempt at releasing music. It's like, either go all the way and put out an EP or an LP or even a fucking single, but don't fucking give me thirty second or a minute and a half shit tracks that you aren't happy with in the first place. If I wanted lazy music, I'd make it my fucking self. That said, I've been proven wrong. And I'm not only okay with it, but I'm seriously excited about other people hearing this dude. Milo, a college student from the wilderness of Northern Wisconsin, is a fucking nerd with a philosophy major to trudge through. Fortunately, for his grades and my ears, the dude can write his dick off....

I recently discovered producer/instrumental hip hop artist Knxwledge and I have been delving deep into his sound since this discovery. Knxwledge is a muthafucking genius at crafting his signature sound that is full of glitches, left turns, brilliant instrumentation, wild vocal samples all melded into a cohesive sound that reminds me of a marriage of the production work of Dilla, MF Doom and Bob James. It is a kinky marriage that invites outsiders over for key parties and will randomly sunbath naked on the roof. Tanlines suck bro. I absolutely love Knxwledge's production style, everything across his numerous albums just bangs front to back. It is anchored in an emotional realizm that exposes other producers and their in ability to break...

Our friend in sin, Christian, casually slipped this under the syffal.com office door. Seeing as how we don't have an office door, it was pretty sly of that scarred fiend to do so. What he left, besides the weird blood patterns and the smell of meth, was perhaps one of the best reasons why people who are constantly looking for great music KEEP fucking LOOKING. Shakey Graves is an enigma to us. His bandcamp page says thisRoll the Bones album was released in 1987. Tim was in college at that point and I still hadn't discovered masturbation, so if the 1987 date is in fact true, well, then this dude has a pretty fucking shitty manager/publicist. But I don't fucking care. This is exactly what I needed in my life this summer. When everything feels so fucking over-...

Memorial Day just passed and we are now officially in summer. For those of you who live in warm weather climates year round, first off, Fuck you, and secondly you probably cannot really appreciate the wonder that is summer. It is a god damned rebirth, we shed our gigantic winter coats and novelty Tom Brady endorsed Ugg boots and spend the next 3 months in nothing but Speedos, mesh undershirts and a quarter inch layer of Ban de Soleil sun tanning oil. It is our moment, our all too brief moment to feel human. At least until the concrete traps the humidity and the entire city smell’s of piss. I bring up summer because I have found what is going to be my summer soundtrack, every man needs one, and I am nothing if not an everyman. This year’s winner is the EP Youth by L.A....