You’ll never guess what al­bum young GREG PUCIATO hid un­der a rock so his par­ents wouldn’t find it. This is his Slaylist.

The for­mer Dillinger man talks us through the sound­track to his life – no holds barred, no gen­res ex­empt


LIS­TEN TO EMINEM. Not since For­got About Dre have I been like, ‘Oh shit!’ about him, but on that sur­prise re­lease he is just go­ing so fuck­ing hard. It’s a crazy dis­play of un­de­ni­able tal­ent. The song Great­est is re­ally re­fresh­ing be­cause he’s be­ing unashamed about be­ing bet­ter than peo­ple. There’s too much apol­o­gism to­day. Peo­ple shak­ing hands and be­ing in­of­fen­sive be­cause they don’t wanna burn a bridge or lose an au­di­ence. No, fuck that. Now on to the shit that re­ally hit me on a last­ing level long ago – Some­times by MY BLOODY VALEN­TINE.

This band changed my ap­proach to art and cre­ation. They opened up my brain to the pos­si­bil­i­ties of ab­strac­tion and made me re­alise what could be done when you en­gage the imag­i­na­tion more and don’t spell ev­ery­thing out so lit­er­ally. Fall in love with some­one, drive with the win­dows down at night, get fucked up, kiss them and tell them all your se­crets while lis­ten­ing to this band. BAD BRAINS are an­other band that broke rules. Talk about be­ing free.

I Against I: I had never heard a singer like this. The band were so loose but so tight at the same time, like Ed­die

Van Halen play­ing punk rock. They had a sim­i­lar ef­fect on me as My Bloody Valen­tine, even though the bands sound noth­ing alike. I heard Drag­on­flies To Sew You Up by [ex­per­i­men­tal US mu­si­cian] PRURI­ENT when I needed to. He’s a friend of mine now, though I was a fan first. One of the hand­ful of peo­ple I’ve met who feel like true kin­dred spir­its. Stylis­ti­cally un­afraid. Con­trol of his art and out­put. Go down the worm­hole of out­put this per­son has cre­ated. An­other kin­dred spirit is DRAB MAJESTY. He went from play­ing drums in an indie band to teach­ing him­self to play left-handed fin­ger­picked gui­tar and be­com­ing a front­man.

Dot In The Sky is his best song. I’ve talked about …And Jus­tice For All by ME­TAL­LICA to death, but it doesn’t change the truth. The sound. The songs. The way the riffs feel like a cold, grey, sin­gle stream of con­scious­ness. I was nine years old, walk­ing around the city lis­ten­ing to this al­bum over and over on a Walk­man un­til the writ­ing of the cas­sette was gone. The al­bum changed my course for­ever. Dy­ers Eve was the song that spoke to me. It still does. GUNS N’ ROSES pre­luded Me­tal­lica for me by a year or so. The at­ti­tude that Wel­come To The Jun­gle em­bod­ied felt like how I felt when I was eight. Firmly, de­fi­antly “Fuck you”. I had to hide the cas­sette cover un­der a rock in an al­ley so my par­ents wouldn’t take it from me. I’m a sucker for ab­stract think­ing, and Koln Con­cert by KEITH JAR­RETT is the sound of some­thing get­ting lost in feel. You’re lis­ten­ing to a per­son speak to you on one in­stru­ment, and it never gets bor­ing. You don’t need words. DeF LeP­PARD’s Hys­te­ria was my fa­ther’s favourite al­bum. It still makes me think of be­ing a kid. It’s glossy and corny, but there’s some­thing in there to me. Some part of my child­hood, the ex­act mo­ment when you still be­lieve ev­ery­thing is pure. The Dillinger songti­tle Room Full Of Eyes is an homage to 1000

Eyes by DeATH. That record blew me away. The mix­ture of melan­choly and sur­gi­cal ag­gres­sion. It felt the way

I felt. It just feels so in­tel­li­gent and so pro­fi­cient, but also so emo­tional. It felt like Ed­vard Munch’s paint­ing, The Scream: some­one scream­ing not just be­cause they’re pissed, but be­cause they can’t es­cape some­thing. I first saw SOUNDGARDEN at Lol­la­palooza in ’96, when I was 16. They played as the sun was set­ting. Ev­ery other band that day was try­ing to outdo each other, to be weirder or cra­zier. In­stead Soundgarden stood still and ba­si­cally played doom riffs while the air cooled and the sky dark­ened around them. They played Je­sus Christ Pose at the end… I’ll never for­get it. Years later, ev­ery night we played with them, both times we toured with them, I never missed this song. We were tour­ing with them at the time when Chris killed him­self, and it shook me in a way that will never leave me. There’s a piece of me trapped in that band.


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