(review of) milligram - hello motherfucker + expansion pack (tortuga recordings)

This happens to be my personal favorite cd of 2001. milligram is hard rock/metal the way it should be done. I've never heard a better band in my life. This band features members of roadsaw and slapshot and maybe a few more i'm not sure. The sound is unique. It's raw, moving, and gives you a swift kick in the ass. There's just no way i can see people not liking milligram. Songs like "my own private altamont", "after the riot", "not okay", fuck, the list goes on and on. I've never heard a band cover the misfits better than the misfits play their own shit. I've never heard a band cover black flag and sound equally as good as black flag. If you do not like milligram, i think you may need to get your head checked. Look out for this band, they're going to be blowing up like fucking mad soon…especially if people like me have anything to say about it. Look for their next full length entitled "death to america" soon.

translated by Google from German:

Whereupon I waited since 1995. A sign of life of the former ONLY LIVING WITNESS of singer Jonah Jenkins. The completely underestimated two albums of the Bostoners belong today still to my all time faves.

Mr. Jenkins comes now completely unexpectedly with new volume to the start. MILLIGRAM the baby is called and yeah its fucking skirt n roll with the full broadside Punkrock bright, sounds does like a hybrid from BLACK FLAG, QUEENS OF THE STONE AGE and SMOKE BLOW. Against the Songwriting not necessarily against the usual Stoner skirt suspecting stands out, wants hot real surprises gibt's not. The Songs is simply knitted, briefly and fully on the point easily. For Spielereien or experiments the Postpunker/rocker/hardcoreler looks for in vain - "Hello motherfuckers!" sounds in such a way, as if MILLIGRAM the last ten years would have missed each trend and in the spirit in the middle of the 80's to still be. The entitled question about the characteristic of this disk answers the charismatische Jonah Jenkins with its ingenious voice in each individual Song. It sings melodisch as to ONLY LIVING WITNESS times, but feels one in each strophe and each Refrain the inexhaustible energy, which proceeds no longer as from this man. In addition, the dark "Muscledog of SHOT" would have had on "Prone mortal form" or "Innocents" its place. Otherwise on "Hello more motherfucker" continuous the accelerotor pedal is fully depressed. To good the latter there is still successful Coverversionen of the MISFITS ("She "and" incoming goods of acres 138"), BLACK FLAG ("fixed ME ", "Jealous again") and FEAR ("Gimme some action"). 15 songs in 35 cure two-leagues minutes. Very recommendable!

"Black & white rainbow, companion record to last year's "hello motherfucker's album" "... A head on collision of hardcore, punk, metal and stoner rock, "black & white raimbow" features two new songs, plus five cover versions of some of their favourite hardcore tracks.The two new tracks are both brooding psychopathic examples of stoner rock done with conviction and power, unlike the vast amount of dross that tends to clog up the genre today. And the band obviously have impeccable taste in punk rock as they pick five absolute classic sonic slabs to cover including two each from Black Flag and the misfits, plus a raging cover of Fear's "Get some Action". Well Worth seeking out and turning up pronto.

about the WBCN Rock and Roll Rumble 2002

Wild-card band Milligram are bloodthirsty tyrants in the politics of intensity, and they roll over the sparse crowd of early arrivals like a diesel guzzling supersonic bulldozer. Although their inclusion in this year's Rumble was an odd choice to begin with—given the band's anti-corporate rock, hard-line stance on this sort of mock-competitive popularity contest—it all made a stunning amount of sense when they launched into tonight's flurry of stoner-punk teeth rattlers. Epic slow boilers like "Not Okay" and "My Own Private Altamont", songs that showcase the jaw dropping power croon of superior throat-man Jonah Jenkins, were eschewed for a battery of two-minute stabs of high-speed-on-ice chaotic flailing like "After the Riot" and "Let's Pretend We Don't Know Each Other", vicious squalls of aggro hiss that had the uninitiated running for cover. My guess is that there was never any intention to muscle out their friends in tonight's 'Rumble' –for Milligram, it was all about delivering the goods, pure and simple. But even if they were throwing the fight, set closer "I Know, I'm Sorry" leveled everything in its path, a smart bomb constructed of a mutated "TV Eye" riff and a lifetime of outrage and self-loathing that would make Henry Rollins piss in his leather pants and just go the fuck home, pretty much clinching them a little slice of immortality tonight.

"For a year or so I was the singer in a band, a lousy one, though our intentions were pure. We even had T-shirts printed up that read "Lowest Common Denominator Rock," a valiant sentiment, though the music came out sounding like a cross between Dokken and the Jesus Lizard, emphasis on Dokken. One night at rehearsal, I foolheartedly attempted to rectify this situation by playing my mates songs from a few of my favorites: the Stooges' Raw Power, the Hellacopters' Payin' the Dues, Teengenerate's Get Action, Turbonegro's Apocalypse Dudes. "This is what it should sound like," I said, when, suddenly, as if by divine hand or monkey's paw, a band in the practice space next door began to play, and the sound smoked right through the walls with a lurch and shudder, all black-death heft and white-light speed, Zeke's trucker-meth oilthroat spasms played at Fu Manchu-grade blotto-thundergod boogie blur. My jaw dropped. "Well, actually," I said, "that's what it should sound like."