Monthly Archives: August 2009

wolf eyes: always wrong (hospital productions)

hey fact fans.  what better way to indulge yr inner torment, what finer way to soundtrack mental collapse, what more fitting racket to synchron(o)ise with emotional desolation than our old michigan fiends wolf eyes. this is a further un-de-refinement of their major label sub pop pop records human animal and burned mind.  not too dissimilar [...]

robedoor: exorcism blues (monorail trespassing)

now listen to this i’ll tell you about texas, i’ll tell you about the texas radio… some kindof transitionary shit here from robedoor.  some kind of jams betwixt rancor keeper and the newbie raiders records out on not not fun at some point. whereas rancor was thick like tar and murky like crowley (or fritzl) [...]

cough cool (or when to keep yr mouth shut…)

i once asked a girl (notnotnot as some sleazy come-on) what the weirdest thing she ever had in her mouth was.  and with straight face she replied, ‘shit’.  suffice to say i’ve stopped asking that question.  and most definitely did not kiss her on the lips. my point here is that sometimes you don’t need [...]

gnaw their tongues: to rend each other like wild beasts, till earth shall reek with midnight massacre (at war with false noise)

the fifth angel poured out his bowl on the throne of the beast, and his kingdom became darkened; and they gnawed their tongues because of pain. or, we’re fucked. sweet christ this is some ugly hellish racket.  three tracks.  forty minutes.  a looping eternity of clammy uncomfortableness. to reduce this to single words (noise, drone, [...]

black sun: paralyser (at war with false noise)

alright this ain’t new but it’s just slid greasily into my clammy sexpalms.  black clad and ugly looking.  jeebus stares eerily passive upwards, nails through his miracle hurling fists… two things that spring to mind when i think of black sun: 1) the early swans-like minimalist brutalist artwork 2) the moronic dudes at supersonic last [...]

bleeding heart narrative & gosia winter: wire and string (tartaruga)

wow.  this is as fiercely muscular a record i’ve heard since i dunno the last rollins band album.  pumped full of steroids and cranking out these ugly brash aggressive chunks of thunking noise, all jazzed up hard rock at a muscleman convention. ha! did you like my ickle joke?  well didja?  you goddam fools. this [...]

last days of radio (he’s walking around in this dress that she wore)

isn’t she pretty in pink?  well isn’t she? john hughes is dead.  not the kinda thing i’d usually mention.  he did direct probably steve martins last decent film.  he did get molly ringwald to flash her panties.  musically speaking hugheses films totally turned me off simple minds and totally turned me on to psychedelic furs.  [...]

polynya (some music from chapel hill (among others))

m’kay.  part two of the half assed apology for getting free shit in the (e)mail then hoarding it all in my big swag bag under the bed with nary a kind word to say about any of the buggers involved. this’ll be a short one mainly because i’ve been exhausted/ill/drinking for about four days and [...]

lite (some music from japan)

right.  time to catch up on my correspondence.  buncha people wrote me or posted stuff or sent links.  and i paid jack shit hee haw not the slightest fucking heed.  then everything fell apart for a while.  but shit is back.  and shit is better than ever. first up some fellas from tokyo.  tokyo japan.  [...]

supersonic 2009: sunday (in haiku)

banging a drum kit banging some organs and keys i feel the riddum surrounded by stars climbing atop and klanging a pasa doble strangely enough zZz were probably the shit i enjoyed most about the weekend.  and praise jeebus to the scheduling it was all i had to see so early on sunday afternoon.  made [...]

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