"Late Young - Live @ Cell Space

Granted I was a little zonked during their set, I got the feeling this power trio wouldn't want it any other way. The singer/guitarist was definitely sinister looking, the drums just plain hurt, and their incredible bass player was some damaged alternate dimension Hendrix business, with some walloping industrial bits thrown in for good measure. Be weary, groovy 60's psych wanderers, because these guys will blow your elf boots off."

-Zane

"S.F.'s Late Young, another atavistically noisy trio, throws faultline-testing basslines and piercing No Wave guitar skrizzaps atop lurching rhythms that make knees wobble"
-Jonah Graham, SF Weekly .

"skrizzaps"

SF weekly on heavy donuts @ the Knockout:

"Heavy Donuts"
Date/Time:Mon., October 13, 10:00pm
Price: $5

Motherless Children Have Such a Hard Time...

Despite its singular name, New York City's Orphan is actually a duo — but these two compensate for their lack of bandmates by making plenty of hellhound noise of their own. The male-female drum-and-bass combo doesn't play "drum and bass" music; rather, conjure up Lightning Bolt or godheadSilo in your mind and then make it more evil, more metal, more useful for summoning black demons to smite the Mission hipsters in the room. Late Young's 4-song EP, Nativity, also regularly warps my poor iPod earbuds with its distorted No Wave cacophony, so the "heavy" end of tonight's "Heavy Donuts" event is in good hands all around. — J. Graham

LATE YOUNG Nativity (Laughing Cops Unlimited) cd-r 3.98
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Tantric no wave. If you can dig on the hypnotic and disturbing qualities of groups like Swans, or maybe a Godflesh with live drumming, you're getting close. Late Young isn't about one specific moment, the whole consumes itself. You've really got to enjoy the dark, suspended animation and become immersed within the dynamics of an aural onslaught. At the end, with a healthy session of reflection, you may feel closer to understanding, or coming to peace with what you've just experienced. It doesn't need any obvious, gimme hooks or sing-a-longs. It's more about creating an environment, teasing it up to it's maximum potential, then annihilating it. Picture Thom Wilson (who produced both TSOL and Christian Death) and New York no wave group Mars undergoing some animalistic transmogrification alongside His Hero Is Gone. Just fucking brutal, dark, repetitive, spiritual. This disc contains four tracks, each of which is an effects-soaked, fist full of mushroom nightmares. These particular recordings were born "out of sessions probing the helter skelter limits at the altar of guitar perversion, tom heavy foundation, and worship of holy reverb." It's also worth noting that this self-recorded and released collection contains one very attractive acetate insert. Late Young have also just obtained one brand new drummer, manifested here on Earth as Andrew of AQ's blackened, one-man favorite The Mausoleums. Let go, sit back, and be consumed.

Nativity cdr / year one:

thanks to

the fucking ocean, the mall, mi ami, wildildlife, danny tierney, orange juice, sake, larkin and sutter, west coast pacific blue sky magick, the tenderloin, watson the tenderloin don, the edinburgh castle, panache booking, mr. manager, kinsaboro, hirohito, the girls of sycamore lazydome, apple fritters, bicycles, teh nets, guitargeek, early 90's hong kong action cinema, not knowing how to drive / sketchy rides to shows off craigslist, taqueria pancho villa, darbar indian magic, mike leigh

no thanks to:

oxycotin, escallating rents, new york, the marina, clubs vs shows, most disc jockeys, & unlimited laughing cops

sublime is their vibe:

Zs

Ariel Pink's Haunted Graffiti

Old Time Relijun

Twin Crystals

Mi Ami

The Fucking Ocean

The Mall

Green Milk from the planet Orange

The Prayers

The Muslims

Clipd Beaks

Fuckwolf

This Moment in Black History

Naked on the Vague

New Thrill Parade

Swann Danger

Swft Wngs

New Collapse

 

LYPMH

Four legged is your unbearable bait

When you cut yr temples on fresh cut

Diamonds

When ye gladly get on all fours and

Lick the pollen from the limbs

Buckles the hind legs

 

Steam bath

Yr skull

YOUTH

I have

One chance

To fertilize the void

With a hot flash of spilt seed

I've had about enough

Digging pussy graves

Put your

 gristle

where your

mouth is

Anointed with oils

Sprinkled with bronze

And I can smell those hands from here

And we only employ pure stock

Into the ziggurat of heavenly delights

 

FIRST OF HEIRS

i had the tounges of a dioces caught in my throat
so i turned them over
like an engine
sputter forth

a plot

first of heirs / always the last

she held us as servants
so we stripped all her kin
of their ancient sins
an sold the skin

first of heirs / always the last

ashes for aging
faults / split faults
effigy will bend to me
effigy will kneel to me
and thrones will / vs wilt

she held us a servants
so we outsed all her kin
with grand roles to slit the teat that fed them


BUZZARDS

when not even the buzzards would taste the flesh
and the only the sun and gravel above / below
i remembered

i got a case in the middle of this desert full of enough drugs
to burn off my spartan will to a filthy vapor

rusty box full of law
get you quick until you crawl
dust in my thoughts sift to silt
jam my will to a stall

prey and prayer & buzzard hover

an when i was out there in that desert
reeling eyes around / peeling the hide down
i remembered
no sleep is sleep that wakes again


MONOCHROME

i was rasied
in the place of the bloodless births
where the cigarettes are longer
than my fingers
i still cut my nails to the knuckle

mute to monochrome

caplets drown down gaping jaws
white sounds creep out / drawl

trace chemicals downed
don't drown to that
cells divide / confide
to link / sink a chain
to hulk scrap i hack up


LEATHERNECK

cure called a scalpel
heal like a knife
turn skin
to leather
right before your eyes
push beads through nape of tanned son

smoking gun
leaves similar hide
dead heat of ragweed breed ruined
stags

no virgin crime
just blue blood
red plains

awash along scorched dawn
sweat oil
toil
pure vitriol

traipse / waste