Tem Eyos Ki / Hundred Years War

People liked the other Tem Eyos Ki stuff I posted, and Ricardo requested this split, so here you go: the Tem Eyos Ki and Hundred Years War split seven inch.

Harlan Records put this out, in 2000. Both bands feature members of all kinds of Little Rock bands. Hundred Years War is sort of ex-William Martyr 17. I’m not sure what else they put out, but it says they were together from 1996-1999, so I imagine this isn’t their entire output. This song on here is heavy and brooding, with vocals similar to Incurable Complaint.

Tem Eyos Ki is, as usual, fast and thrashy and metallic and epic. It looks like these songs were recorded around the same time as the tour CD I previously posted. There isn’t a gap between the two songs, so I kept them as one file.

Both bands cover the topics of identity and eating disorders. Lyrics and explanations are included in the insert (which is in the zip).

Tem Eyos Ki / Hundred Years War – split ep

(p.s. I just moved, and my records were boxed, and so posting was slowed down for a bit. But now I hope to get a few things up per week.)


I don’t know why, but this seven inch isn’t listed on the Jihad discography.

So I suppose I should make sure everyone has it. This is, actually, the only Jihad record I have (except for the HaC #10 comp). I really can’t believe I don’t have more, because they rule.

Jihad was from Kalamazoo, Michigan. They were around from 1994-1997, and this seven inch was recorded in early 1995, and I’m guessing it came out that year, too. I think one of the members ran Makoto Records (can anyone verify?). Makoto released, among other things, the Crush Kill Destroy CD. I had wanted to post that CD next, but it turns out my rip has a few glitches. And a few missing songs. So next time I visit my parents I’ll rip it again. It’s a good CD.

Anyway! I remember buying this record, flipping through the booklet and seeing this Emo Geek photo of the singer, and thinking, oh jeez wot did I just bye? Turns out I was an ignorant fudge; at the time I had only the slightest idea of what constituted emo. This booklet, by the way, comes with lyrics, photos, and thoughts written by the band members. And it’s included in the zip.

The most obvious descriptor for this band is BASS (the instrument, not the fish). It is so freaking bass-heavy. Pummeling bass, chugging guitar, beastly drumming, brutal, hair-wrenching screams. I love this record. Enjoy.

Jihad – Gods Forsaken People…


I don’t listen to very much metal. Probably because I don’t have a lot of it. If I had more, I’d listen to it more often. But I often want to listen to the stuff that is metal. So I mine through my music, and I end up listening to Spaceboy‘s Getting Warm on the Trail of the Heat. I’m not saying you should all copy me all the time, because I’m only human and I often make lots of mistakes, but here’s this album for you so that you can try, if you’d like, to be a good person and do the correct thing and listen to this on a regular basis.

Spaceboy was from Santa Cruz, CA, mid to late 90s. The singer is Clifford from Bl’ast. Spaceboy is, in a way, stoner metal. The way that it’s stoner metal is that pretty much all the songs are about smoking pot and traveling through outer space. The first line of the first track (“Planet of Pot”): “40 million light years in space, to the planet of pot, destination seems so far when a roach is all we’ve got.” A moment after this line is crushed it will become apparent that this is the only way it’s stoner metal; the next moment erupts into a blistering, insane guitar solo. For the next 45 minutes it is big, staggering metal (mixed with ethereal breaks evoking Pink Floyd).

Clifford shrieks, howls, and occasionally YEOWS like David Lee Roth. The drumming is absolutely all over the place. It’s super technical, filled nonstop with little flairs and flourishes. I saw them a few months after getting this album, in 1998 or so. They played a daytime show at the Pickle Patch, to an audience of about 12 people. The drummer had about ten cymbals, many of which were teeny, and bell-like. It was, no doubt, some of the most amazing drumming I’ve ever witnessed. It was also a freaking really loud show. They came across like surfer hippies, sand in hair and between toes, and just super skilled at cranking together brutal, complex, pummeling metal.

MetroActive has a great show review.

Spaceboy crafted behemoth riffs at a furious pace, then sent everyone grabbing for something to hold on to with a glorious finish. NASA’s trying to steal the blueprints to Bill and John’s bookend guitar licks–their stuttered step progressions in “Planet of Pot” sent chills up my hunched back. “Stoner Fort” showcased more of the same seething guitar work–I swear I saw Cheech and Chong’s shadows passing the roach above the packed house.

Photo Kym A.

In case you’re thinking about not downloading this, the seventh track, “Emitic Translation Cathedral,” contains the lyrics, “When innocence is lost… We sing the battle song, drunken with revenge we stagger on. Dethrone the fucking tyrant.” So there you go.

Sorry, I don’t have the lyric sheet on me. I’ll get it next time I visit my parents.