The Blood Brothers

If you missed the 2000's, you probably missed out on The Blood Brothers (seeing as they only existed from 1997-2007). The group's most notable contribution to society is the grueling contrasting vocals of a screeching owl being pummeled with cocks with an over-congested teenager scared to ask his crush to homecoming. They do this all while glittering beneath crunchy guitars and occasionally danceable synths.
If you look them up online, they'll be described as post-hardcore, which I guess is an apt genre to place them under, but The Blood Brothers have a certain poeticism to them that makes them stick out for me. They have that feel to their lyrics that a lot of post modern artists have where there is no centric meaning, and yet the work feels important somehow. There's abstract ideas presented, but there's obviously a cohesive whole that they are a part of, and yet, at the end of the day, you feel like the cohesive whole really doesn't matter, and that The Blood Brothers just wish to burn everything in a sea of shock and ovaries (as evidence by the cover for their last album, Young Machetes, which came out in 2006).

VAGINA. VAGINA. VAGINA. IS THIS SUBTLE ENOUGH FOR YOU?! OVARIES. VAGINA.

While it may come across as shock value for the sake of shock value, I do think Blood Brothers have more substance than the average band (much more, than say, the shock value that groups like Cannibal Corpse try to emulate). They also achieve a moderate level of success with this by melding their sometimes grotesque and disturbing lyrics with really catchy rhythms and melodies. 

If you missed out on these guys in the 2000's, I urge you to check them out now. At the very least, dance to Trash Flavored Trash, and tell me that's not one fucking awesome song. 

TRASH FLAVORED TRASH

LAZER LIFE 

LOVE RHYMES WITH HIDEOUS CAR WRECK

KAP BAMBINO

Preceding groups such as You Love Her Coz She's Dead, and the infamous Crystal Castles, Kap Bambino is another electronic duo featuring a female mouse (Caroline Martial) on lead vocals, with a disgruntled Arby's employee (Orion Bouvier) producing, and playing synth. But wait, there's more...

They're French. Well, fuck. I hope they have an angry cyberpunk song about their war debts.

You won't find much that differentiates Kap Bambino from the likes of YLHCSD and Crystal Castles. Much less, Castles does pretty much everything Bambino does, but better. Glass' poeticism definitely succeeds Martial's. The chorus of the song 'Batcaves': "It's a good time for batcaves. 50 rules of vampires." I'm just going to assume batcaves is a euphemism for Martial's vagina, otherwise the song just feels like it was written by a drunk version of "The Count."

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Ah, ah, ah. Five shots of Everclear. 

Still, I find myself turning to Kap Bambino from time to time when I'm in the mood. They're basically Crystal Castles for hipsters, especially since they came out in 2001 (oh my fucking god, that's three full years before Crystal Castles. Fuck them. They must be posers).

Kap Bambino isn't great at creating memorable melodies or even a thumping techno song you'd bounce while dry humping that chubby Mexican chick at your buddy's new apartment, who ends up to be a penny pinching illegal immigrant from California banking on the Dream Act. No, Kap Bambino is at their best when they're at their most strange. Check out some of their best tracks:

HUMAN PILES

BLACKLIST

 

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BATCAVES