List record albums to break a lease with.

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Albums which, if played at even a medium volume, would cause the landlord to tear up the lease. Any genre of music.

[malta blue]

1. how about this

This could drive anyone crazy.
:banghead: :banghead:

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3. That one looks fun

[taterguy]

2. Lou Reed's Metal Machine Music

So bad that I've never even listened to it, just heard the legends

[martymar64]

8. I've heard it

Imagine a tire shop.

[Broken_Hero]

4. Korn

fear factory, slipknot, chimeria, ill nino...hmm, great music, but most landlords hate it...;)

[Initech]

5. The one and only correct answer:

[jpgray]

6. You win

[mad-mommy]

41. lol

[idgiehkt]

7. Lunachicks -- Binge and Purge

the album is great, and the title song is hilarious, it's the best metal by women I've ever heard

Everybody!!

"binge and purge the whole day through
I threw up on mom's good shoes
I made a mess in the school bathroom
someones bound to catch me soon
Binge and Purge!!"

[Throd]

9. Right On!

Not just great "metal by women" but metal in general. Better than L7

[idgiehkt]

11. yeah, L7 are more like grunge.

They were all studying music at the NY school of the arts when they met, I think, so they have some pretty serious training.

But I have to say, the next album after this sucked, so I gave up. I have almost everything by L7. Tribe 8 is another good female metal band, but Lunachicks are the best I've heard.


edit: man, I take it back, I think "Plugg" is even better than "Binge and Purge". I haven't listened to this album in a while since I ran over it with my car accidentally. I need to download it.

Samples here if you scroll down a bit:
http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B000001XU6/002-7327077-7000838?v=glance&n=5174

[Throd]

10. Anything by Discharge

[CrushTheDLC]

12. Einsturzende Neubauten

[Initech]

15. How about some European death metal? That should do it!

[BulletproofLandshark]

18. All of those bands rule!

I'd throw in Dimmu Borgir and At The Gates too.

[Initech]

19. Ah, At The Gates, good stuff!

I should have their entire discography by now. Good stuff. Same with Nevermore.

[Withywindle]

34. And some more....

Emperor
Mayhem
Darkthrone
Carpathian Forest
Cradle of Filth

and of course (shudder)

Burzum.


Be careful of Opeth, though - some of their stuff is downright pretty. :)

[Initech]

39. I'm well aware of that!

As a fan who owns all their albums, Deliverance is their heaviest album... it'd be sure to drive the neighbors nuts!

[CanuckAmok]

26. Silence!

General mobilization
All subjects to be deconditioned!
HEADCLEANER!

Fall into line!
Attention! Unpredictable, forward march!

New wonders, new horrors
tornado for the obligations to convention
for the convolutions
in the skull, cyclone
as HEADCLEANER!
Wire brushes to the vermin trash!

Clotted thoughs, frozen now melt
with HEADCLEANER!

Behind us the universe
With us inhumanity
Against universal humanity
any means is right
and proper only the right to the mean average

On parade the psychiatric unit
over-the-top ascetics up front
pumped up
with HEADCLEANER!

Next in line the wild rank and file
just one thing in their heads:
HEADCLEANER!

one half of my dreams is shaved bald
violence
waiting
the first battering on the door
or
the first one from official quarters
with questions
a matchstick caught in my throat
no phrase
through my throat
which would not
start a blaze
don't wait
get a close shave escape
those were the dreams.

A song, one, two, three:

'Cos nothing has been done that can be done
And nothing has been sung that can be sung
And nothing has been said so go get out and play the game
It's easy

Nothing has been named that can't be named
And no one has been saved that should have been saved

And nothing you can do but forget(?) yourself this time
It's easy

'Cos nothing has been known that can't be known
And nothing has been seen that ain't been shown
Nowhere you can be and that isn't where you're meant to be
It's easy

'All you need is HEADCLEANER!'

The right to attacks of controlled frenzy -
a scout patrol with cosmic iniquity
takes it into captivity.
Discipline is soaked
in HEADCLEANER!
Last wind machine before the battle!
This is where the storm unit sweeps out
with hurricane
deep pore cleansing - never seen again!
Between grey cells and in all the furrows
where hidden fungus always burrows
they eliminate
it is too late
bombarded with salutes and mowed down
straight with HEADCLEANER!
TABULA RASA!
TABULA RASA!
TABULA RASA!
HEADCLEANER!

This here is in flames, that there has
completely collapsed.

heavy and thick ash rain.

dissolved in smoke and fog.

it's getting light, not a new day
but an approaching fire; stay at a distance:
darkness will return.

the sun is rising, gloomy eclipse of the sun.

everything is coated with ash
like snow.

we, however, who now know the danger and
who are aware of it, even we cannot yet make
up our minds...


Aufstehn!
Schwarz vor Augen
voll die kalten Finger
Was soll ich machen
beim zitternd Erwachen?
Und das Zimmer hat Seegang
Es tanzt das Zet-En-Es
tanzt das Zet-En-Es tanzt
das Zet-En-Es tanzt
Den Kreislauf
der Kreislauf
Alles läuft im Kreis
immer an der Wand lang…
Es geht rund hier
Es tanzt das Zet-En-Es
tanzt das Zet-En-Es tanzt
das Zet-En-Es tanzt
den Blackout
Kann mich an nix erinnern
Es tanzt der Sendeschluss
Es tanzt das weisse Rauschen
"1 und 2 und 3 und 4..."
Es tanzt des Zet-En-Es
tanzt das Zet-En-Es tanzt
das Zet-En-Es tanzt
Was`n los hier?
Was`n los hier?
Was`n los hier?
Is was? Was`n los?
Hier!
Es tanzt das Zet-En-Es
tanzt das Zet-En-Es tanzt
das Zet-En-Es tanzt
die Stimulanz
Es tanzt die Stimulanzjen-seits
von Gut und Böse
"Was mich nicht umbringt
macht mich stärker"
Friedrich N Punkt
Es tanzt das Zet-En-Es
tanzt das Zet-En-Es tanzt
das Zet-En-Es tanzt
Hörst du das Sirren?
Hörst du das Flirren?
Mach mich nicht irre
Hör auf zu ziehen
Hör auf zu zerren
Ich komm ja schon
Oder bist du das nicht?
Es tanzt das Zet-En-Es
tanzt das Zet-En-Es tanzt
das Zet-En-Es tanzt
führt den totalen Tanz auf
Flau im Magen, unbedingt essen
Nicht dran denken
Gar nicht dran denken
Nicht dran zu denken
Es tanzt das Multivitamin
Es tanzt das Zet-En-Es
tanzt das Zet-En-Es tanzt
das Zet-En-Es tanzt
Jetzt reichts aber
Ich glaub, ich geh jetzt
Voll der Idiotenclub
Sag Auf Wiedersehn
Sag Auf Wiedersehn
Sag Auf Wiedersehn
zum Nervensystem

Späte nacht, früher morgen
Kein licht
Nur das der noch glühenden trümmer im
Höhergelegenen hintergrund.
Sie:
Trugbild nicht meine züge
Chimäre aus tausend jahren und einer nacht
Verzehrten sich nicht viele
Schreitet den trümmerberg für ihr blendend sonnenrad der macht
Herab: doch habe ich ihre trümmerberge
Heil hinter mich gebracht
Sichtlich angeschlagen,
Aber unbeschadet:
Auch wenn sie nie verging
Nur die für sie vergingen

Kommt unten an: ich verliess sie -
Verliert fast die balance: ungetäuscht

Keinen schimmer wo zu suchen
Nur augen hoffenstarrend

Morgenrot am östlichen horizont
Geht überzeugt in diese richtung,
Eine höhere mauer,
Daran entlang ähnelnd mir dies bild
In schattenrissen
Sie war ideal und viele waren
In sie verschossen

Bresche
Hartes gegenlicht I’m gleissen ihre einst unvergleichliche figur
Sie hat es vielen angetan
Aber sie hat formen angenommen

Geht weiter: ich verlass sie - enttäuscht

Die mauer wird niedriger, verschwindet
Schliesslich ganz, läuft aber unterirdisch
Weiter. (kein licht untertage)

Mittag

Schwarzer block, darauf ein ihr nachgebilde-
Tes idol, eine waffe als teil des genicks mit
Eingeformt daneben ein schalter nebst rot-
Gerahmten plakat.
Sie bleibt, es betrachtend, davor stehen:
Unter wilden stiftes kratzern
Meine ich mein gesicht zu sehen

Presselicht
Sie erkennt dies als täuschung,
Das idol schmiltzt, der block zerfällt
In zahlreiche kleine brocken.
Sie dreht sich um und geht:

Abend
Ich verlass sie - getäuscht
Montagsballet
Mein profil I’m ideal
Sie, in der masse, unerkannt: als scherenschnitt I’m fahnentuch
Durch das loch in einer flagge
Die masse hoffenstarrend
Vermeintlich sonnenaufgang
Am westlichen horizont

Ich verlass sie - ungetäuscht

Sonnenuntergang
Hier ist nicht wonach ich fahndend such
Und ist es nicht nirgends - dann sonstwo
Nacht, absolute dunkelheit

Gräberfeld

Sie tastet sich durch.
Diverse corpus delicti, verstreut als stolper-
Steine und fussangeln I’m weg, grösstenteils
Völlig unkenntlich, verstümmelt oder in ra-
Scher verwesung begriffen.

Phantasmagorien, die kurz und un-
Vermittelt aufblitzen:
(jede ähnlichkeit mit ihr wäre rein zufällig).
Als frauen schlecht getarnte männer, die dick
Bemalten lippen mitten I’m bart. blaue oder
Grüne kriegslidschatten. manche, mit geweh-
Ren, einer alten gewohnheit folgend, in den
Schwarzen himmel zielend, bunte blöde vögel
Schiessend. andere idiotensicher die blume im
Lauf anlächelnd.
Eine couch.
Orgonakkumulatoren.
Joan baez.
Reisseriche versprecherinnen in opferlamm-
Dessous en gros und I’m rudel.
Geister verwaister phantome europabereister
Gespensteer.
Weltverbesserwisserische ideen.
Eine answeringmachine für letzte fragen als
Selbstschuss anlage.
Stuhl.
Letztendlich, letztmalig eine hecke brennen-
Der büsche
- licht der brennenden hecke -
Salbadernd den alten salm:
Ichbinderichbinderichbin...
Daran vorbei.

Hang
Ich verlass sie - ungetäuscht
Nachdem die hecke vollständig niederge-
Brannt ist nur noch
Graues zwielicht
Unbestimmbarer herkunft von irgendwo
Dahinter.

Hier ist nicht wonach ich fahndend such
Den hang hinauf: es ist nicht sonstwo - also nirgends -
Wo sonst?

Das licht wird stärker -
Ihre silhouette immer kleiner,
Ihre konturen sind kaum noch
Auszumachen: zunehmend die verblendung
Und also endlich durch
Ich bin dahin zurückgekehrt
Wo nie zuvor ich war
Abgang sie.

@song she (english)

Late at night, early morning
No light
Only that from the ruins still glowing on the
Raised ground at the back.

She:
False image not my features
Chimera from a thousand years and one night
Were not many consumed
Strides down the heap of by her blinding sunwheel of power?
Rubble: but I did get her ruins
Safely over and done with

Visibly exhausted, but not
Injured:
Even if she never fell
Only those who fell for her

Arrives at the bottom: I left her -
Nearly loses her balance: not deluded

Not a clue where to look
Only hope-staring eyes

Red dawn sky on the eastern horizon
Goes with conviction in this direction.
A tallish wall,
Along it: resembling me this picture
In a traced outline
She was ideal and many had been
Struck by her

Breach
Hard back light in the glow of her once incomparable figure
It did something to many
But then got right out of shape

She proceeds: I leave her - deluded

The wall decreases in size, eventually
Disappears but continues underground.
(no subterranean light)

Midday

A black block bearing an idol modelled after
Her, a weapon worked in as part of the neck
Beside it a control post next to a red-bordered
Poster.
She stops and looks at it:
Beneath the wild scratches of a pen
I seem to see my own face

In the light of the press
She realizes this is an illusion.
The idol melts, the block crumbles into
Countless little fragments.
She turns around and goes:

Evening
I am leaving her - deluded
The monday ballet
My idealized profile
She, in the crowd, a scissor-cut silhouette in flag cloth
Unrecognized: through the hole in a banner
The crowd seemingly
Hope-staring at the sunrise
On the western horizon

I am leaving her - not deluded
Sunset
It is not here what I unflaggingly seek
And it is not nowhere - then anywhere
Night, absolute darkness

Field of tombs

She fumbles her way through:
Various corpus delicti, strewn over the path as
Stumbling blocks and snares, on the whole
Completely unrecognizable - mutilated or
Rapidly decaying.

Phantasmagorias which randomly
Flare up:
(any similarity with her is accidental and
Unintentional). men badly disguised as women
With heavily painted lips beneath their beards.
Blue or green guerrilla combat eye shadow.
Some carrying rifles, following an old habit,
Aiming up into the black sky, shooting colou-
Red, stupid birds. others smiling idiot-proof at
The flower in the barrel.
A couch
Orgon accumulators.
Joan baez.
Wild and howling come-on-tators in sacrificial
Lamb dessous en gros and in a pack.
Spirits of the orphaned ghosts of europe-
Haunting spectres.
Universal know-all do-gooder ideas.
An answering machine for final requests as a
Self-firing device.
Stool
And at last, for the last time, a hedge of bur-
Ning bushes
- light from the burning hedge -
Chanting the old litany: iamthatiamthatiamthatiam...

Walks past.

Inclination
I am leaving them - not deluded
After the hedge has completely burnt down
There only remains
Grey twilight
Of uncertain origin, from somewhere from
Back and beyond.

It is not here what I unflaggingly seek
Descends the hill: it is not elsewhere - so nowhere -

[Withywindle]

32. I have to confess...

...I've had something vaguely resembling a crush on Blixa Bargeld for 20 years.

[RetroLounge]

13. Anything by Yoko Ono

RL

[dolo amber]

14. This should do the trick:

[sendero]

16. Side 2 of....

... Albedo 0.39 by Vangelis.

[datasuspect]

17. raw power - iggy and the stooges

bad mix, big time bass track

blue cheer - inside/outside (recorded outside after they blew their studio monitors - TOO LOUD) or vincebus eruptum

the advice on "the rise and fall of ziggy stardust and the spiders from mars" instructs us that it is to be played at "maximum volume."

david bowie - "the man who sold the world" two tracks: the width of a circle and she shook me cold, heavy bass mix, fatter than the zeppelin or sabbath of the time.

[MrScorpio]

20. Rockbitch - Motor Driven Bimbo

http://www.amazon.com/Rockbitch/artist/B000APPKKK/104-9919573-9690347

[sendero]

21. Tangerine Dream..

... Phaedra

[FredScuttle]

22. I'm ashamed to post this

I've learned to love this album, but I have cleared a room in under 3 minutes by putting it on:

[Withywindle]

33. My dad is a huge fan of his....

can you imagine how traumatic that album is when you're three?


I learned to like it, though. If it makes your toddler cry, it's GOOD music, and it'll toughen her up. :D

[Ohio Joe]

38. Captain Beefheart is an aquired taste

And most people don't have the stamina :7

[A-Schwarzenegger]

23. Bitches Brew.

[LTR]

24. Cannibal Corpse!

:headbang:

[CanuckAmok]

25. Non - Blood and Flame

Just thinking of that album has just caused me to kill myself. This post is my last act as the blood drains fromni;nlklk;nknb jhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

[Nicole]

27. This country one

[HarukaTheTrophyWife]

28. Oh good God...

I remember driving through western PA once and the only station I could get in on the radio was having a Chipmunks marathon or something. It was sick and disturbing. Yet another strike against PA to me.

[Nicole]

29. You poor thing

That had to be torture on the ears. :scared:

My niece had the first edition of that album in the 80's, or whenever the Urban Cowboy movie was out. My sister made her bring it my house to play when she spent the night. It was awful. My record player quit working soon after. ;)

[HarukaTheTrophyWife]

30. Aside from the New Kids phenomenon, I had pretty good taste as a kid.

My dad made sure to turn me into a Springsteen and Rolling Stones fan by three. Home movies exist somewhere of me as a toddler singing along to Springsteen videos on MTV.

[Nicole]

31. That's cool

I bet those home movies are adorable. :)

My daughter went through that New Kids phase. I'm older so my bad taste phase was David Cassidy & The Partridge Family. I couldn't say anything derogatory about the New Kids in good conscience.

[NMMNG]

35. I'm partial to Nine Inch Nails

Their music would be particularly effective with a Fundie-type landlord.


Closer

Head Like a Hole

The Only Time

[jmm]

36. This is a great CD but

I have a feeling my landlord wouldn't appreciate it ;).

[Spider Jerusalem]

37. Ministry - "The Land of Rape and Honey"

Especially this song -

"Flashback"

I’m gonna kill him
I’m gonna break his face
I’m gonna crack his skull
I’m gonna kick it all in
I’m gonna break his legs off
I’m gonna rip his head off
And then shit down his neck
And then I’ll laugh like a motherfucker
And then I’ll laugh like a motherfucker
Cos I hate her!
And then I’ll fall past
I’m gonna flashback
Flashback!

Cos I hate her!

Pneumatic drill
Right through her chest
Bedroom punching
Right through the rest
I’m gonna make her suffer
I’m gonna make her suffer
And then watch her die
Cos I hate her!
And then I’ll fall past
I’m gonna flashback
Flashback!

Cos I hate her!

I’m gonna rip her flesh
I’m gonna piss in her face
I’m gonna rip her open
And then hit her with a mace
I’m gonna make her suffer
I’m gonna make her suffer
I’m gonna make her cry
I’m gonna watch her die
Cos I hate her!
And then I’ll fall past
I’m gonna flashback
Flashback

I hate her!
Flashback!
Laugh like a motherfucker!

[warrens]

40. Beat em Up, by Iggy Pop

His most metalish album.

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42. I actually have this album in my collection...