Although it doesn't happen often hereabout Third Man headquarters, some days just fill us with blistering, blunt, insatiable fury. Like the time I broke my phone throwing it at my dumb roommates when they let 2 SUPER LAME British girls start a 20 person-deep house party at 2:15am AND one of them ate my cereal AND THEN someone spilled SHALLOTS and YORKSHIRE PUDDING MIX on the COUCH. ARE YOU SERIOUS?!? AGHHHH HERE GOES

Jenna Kay -- "Tough Guy" - Beastie Boys

Jamie G. -- These songs make me feel all dysfunctional-like…(maniacal laughter)

#1 "F*** S*** Up" - The Jon Spencer Blues Explosion
#2 "It's A Nightmare" - The Casualties

Nat S. -- "Killing in the Name" - Rage Against the Machine

Dani R. -- "Race with the Devil" - Girlschool
"Nervous Breakdown" - Black Flag
and anything by Sufjan Stevens

Ryon N. -- "Quick and to the Pointless" - Queens of the Stone Age
"Crusher Destroyer" - Mastodon

Brett M. -- "Marlins Will Soar" - Scott Stapp

If this song doesn't want to make you break your computer, nothing will. That being said, I've been watching this video for years and keep going back because it just hurts so good!

Bonnie Dee -- "Sonic Reducer" - Dead Boys

Ian B. -- "Hooch" - Melvins
"Raining Blood" - Slayer

Trent T. -- "Turn It Out" - Death From Above 1979
romantic deviance at it’s finest

"Lapdance" - N.E.R.D
it always makes me want to do something illegal

"List of Demands (Reparations)" - Saul Williams
so much power in this song! makes me want to break shit for the great good

Cam S. -- "One More Tonight" - Total Control

Cody S. -- "Thuggin" - Freddie Gibbs & Madlib

"Glasgrow Grin" - Nnamdi Ogbonnaya

Karl B. -- "Forever My Queen" - Pentagram
Because that song is awesome and it gets my party feelings all riled.
Any single by Jimmy Buffett, because I hate it and I will break your stereo

Ben Swank -- "Search and Destroy" - The Stooges
"Seek and Destroy" - Metallica

Katie S. -- "Infinity Guitars" - Sleigh Bells
"Dead Wrong" - Notorious (& Glorious) B.I.(M.F.)G.
Any song — any song at all — played through tiny computer/phone speakers. Prepare to die.

Josh G. -- "Attack on Tijuana" - Arab on Radar

The first song on an objectively impeccable record. One dear friend of mine gave me their record called QUEEN HYGIENE II and it was thrilling. Totally frantic shit that sounded like a blender packed with alarm clocks and microwaved motor oil. I was 14 at the time and new to the suburbs. I had never lived some place so completely plain with exposure to music that was so spastic and explosive. It arrived at just the right time. I never asked my parents what they thought of it until recently, when my mom had this to say via text: "I just listened for about 30 seconds. Barbed wire dragging across a chalkboard. With screaming... This song has too much anxiety!"

Right on, ma. Amazing grace.

Chloe C. -- Reading everyone’s responses, I’m kind of disappointed that I didn’t have angstier, rebellious teen years. I think the only thing that makes me feel the least bit menacing would be “Frances Farmer Will Have Her Revenge on Seattle” by Nirvana, if not In Utero in its entirety.

Rebecca C. -- "Psychiatrist" - Culture Kids

Ben Blackwell -- "Anthrax" - Gang of Four
Watching this side-stage at Primavera Sound in 2005, I was spellbound by how Andy Gill made such discordant, wrecked guitar feedback mayhem look so utterly effortless. The members of Sonic Youth were standing next to me as excitable as schoolgirls. At one point Gang of Four actually used a sledgehammer as an instrument. However much credit these guys get will never be enough. And this song is ground zero.


"By My Side" - The Dirtbombs
This was oftentimes our set-closer, and with that was my free reign to literally break shit. This could just as easily be “I Want, Need, Love You” or “Can You See Me?”…it really doesn’t matter. My goal was to make as big a mess as possible and NOT have to take a trip to the drum shop the next morning. That being said, I broke more drum heads than I could count, snapped ALL the wooden shells on a snazzy green sparkle Premier kit from the 60s, couldn’t get a cymbal to last more than a few months before cracking and on a handful of occasions used my hi-hat stand like a golf club. I regret nothing.