Using as inspiration bands and songs from the soundtracks for the films, River's Edge and Over the Edge, this mix is a homage to the brooding death-metal hard-rock heathen crowd - the nihilistic lost pups who inhabited the scenes in the both movies. Culled mostly from the 80's and 90's, the songs contained herein are chalk full of teen angst, self torture, heretical speed-metal solos, and listening to the likes of such will be sure to get your inner white trash bastard rocking out (drug use is/is not optional).


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An additional note about the creation of this mixtape:


I drove through a couple of trashier neighborhoods for further white trash inspiration, where I noticed quite a few new-baseball-cap-wearing "wiggers" who worship Eminem and Lil' Wayne and who have seemingly bought into the thugged-out philosophy hook, line, and synthetic fly, but representing that crowd would obviously be an entirely different mix tape. And technically, I suppose a further mixtape could be dedicated to the Juggalo subgenus. In addition to those two sometimes overlapping and more racially progressive groups, there's the country-and-western and the motorcycle club sorts, which also many times overlap, and which also are something else altogether from "wiggers" and I really thought about picking songs from each of the white trash social groups to complete a more total musical picture of the white trash phenomenon, but had I chosen to go that route, listening to that kind of mix would have been a very scattered musical experience and while I'm not always opposed to that sort of thing, it was an "artistic decision, ya dig?.

So in the end, after a bit of geekified wrangling, for the sake of a more focused and rocking effort, I limited my mix to songs that could have been included on either soundtrack for the two films listed above (Though curiously enough, the soundtrack for River's Edge does include a reggae song, which doesn't make me feel bad for including a darker hip-hop song here). My aim here was to extol the attributes of the crowd that takes their coffee as black as their metal, sets fire to things, dabbles in the occult, seeks out the goriest horror films in addition to snuff films, drops out of school, huffs glue with their own mother, experiments with their friends' mothers, and generally raises an unnecessary ruckus whenever their dull mind feels the need for acting out their drug-addled urges. This mixtape - with perhaps the exception of the inclusion of the hip-hop horrorcore classic by the Gravediggaz, the feminism of L7 and Bikini Kill, and the mood of ironic self-awareness of some of the grungier numbers - is intended to be a celebration of the negative creep residing in all of us, in all his/her glory. And of course, I also wanted the thing to rock harder than the norm, so even though the tattooed character on the mix cover is representing all sorts of corporate butt-rockery and though I regretted not having room for a bit of Randy-Rhodes-era Ozzy, and though there is some overlap between butt rockers and death metal rockers, on based solely on the general principle of siding with the extreme darkness of the thrash/death and the gutter punk edginess of the punk/grunge side of things, I have eliminated most of the 80's hairspray bands from contention.

So then, grow your hair out, buy a beat up Trans-Am, stay up all night, and do your best Crispin Glover impressions. This is all about guilty and not-so-guilty pleasures and some damned righteously evil and downright good music besides.

Hail Beelzebub!