Monthly Archives: December 2009

last days of radio (fuck you 2009 i wanna make love to your big sister)

the only positive thing about this year was that it didn’t last too goddam long and had a motherfunker of a soundtrack. so here’s to twenty ten. twenty ten… hooom…. royal trux: another year iron monkey: bad year the handsome family: drunk by noon codeine: new years cursive: break in the new year stina nordenstam: fireworks [...]

vic chesnutt is dead…

more grim news to round off the year… surrounded by family and friends, vic chesnutt died in athens georgia this afternoon, friday 25 december at 14:59. “the most important story to report now is not vic’s death but a life and work overflowing with insight, humor, and yes, resilience. this, after all, was the man [...]

last days of radio (it’s the most wonderful time of the year)

said some old crooner.  and i like christmas time.  crabbit bastard that i am.  when that old month of december rollsrightaround and i get to open the first door on my spiderman chocolate advent calender i get a nice warm sensation deep down in my guts.  not from the jagermeister.  well not all of it.  filled with [...]

2009: a topsy turvy bugger of a year

yawn….. the best (in no particular order): open strings: early virtuoso recordings from the middle east (honest jons) peter wright: snow blind (install) bassholes: and without a name (columbus discount) cheater slicks: bats in the dead trees (lost treasures of the underworld) shit and shine: 229-2299 girls against shit (riot season) billy bao: may 08 (parts [...]

last days of radio (anger is a gift)

quoth fauxcommunists rage against the machine. you wouldn’t like me when i’m angry said dr bruce banner.  yeah?  well here’s the rub brucey baby: i do like you when you’re angry.  in fact goddamit i prefer you when you’re angry and smashing bloody fuck out of somethingorother.  these songs, these songs are the moment, the [...]

sex worker: the labor of love (not not fun)

three tracks of layered and processed channeling in honor of all trafficked humans and anyone trapped in cycles of pain and violence. sexual slavery is a special case of slavery which includes various different practices: 1. forced prostitution 2. single-owner sexual slavery 3. ritual slavery, sometimes associated with traditional religious practices 4. slavery for primarily [...]

bassholes: and without a name (columbus discount)

well ya see, norm, it’s like this. a herd of buffalo can only move as fast as the slowest buffalo. and when the herd is hunted, it is the slowest and weakest ones at the back that are killed first. this natural selection is good for the herd as a whole, because the general speed [...]

mount eerie: black wooden (southern / latitudes)

latitudes: continues its winning run of releases; continues coaxing some of the best work (in jig time) from it’s artists; continues making sweet sweet love to my earholes. not to be confused with black wood ceiling opening (a previous mount eerie offering). and while this cd is ensconced in the usual wonderfully origamic sleeve, it [...]

weekend randoms: swahili / kid pang + great ancestors (form function)

thought i’d give this automatic writing thing a go. let my subconscious do the talking for a change. so bunged this shit on, fixed m’self into a nice little nonnarcotic trance (and whisky) and this is the garbage that came out: there’s lizards in the fucking pavement cracks. what the christ does that even mean? [...]

wand: haunting the stagecoach (piaptk)

so ladies and gentlebens the hands down prize winner of most tactile, beautiful, fetishy, hand crafted musical object of the year goes to….. people in a position to know. *applause* so apart from releasing wand’s born bad, one of my top ten records of the whole goddam year (dunno if i can i be arsed [...]

mv & ee with the golden road: barn nova (ecstatic peace!)

it’s pretty clear now that what looked like it might have been some kind of counterculture is, in reality, just the plain old chaos of undifferentiated weirdness. so said jerry garcia, grateful dead fella and ice-cream flavour. it seems a fitting quote given the general absence of declared counterculturism (whatever that really means) from the [...]

expensive shit: powwow with chopper (not not fun)

dear santa, for crimbo this year can you please drop a cassette player under my big-ass norwegian fir. or arrange for every tascam four track machine in the world to unrepairably break. kindof annoying the number of decent releases on tape (generally the weird zonked / mangled shit i enjoy) that i have to get [...]

tom fazzini: neck to neck (locust)

instead of doing spoken word with arch ny hipsters sonic youth, this is the kindof shit william s. burroughs should have been doing voice-overs for. for many reasons. it has that jump-cut, chopped up, collaged quality that the best of burroughs unlinear destroyed narratives had. it shares a cold, dissociative vibe, despite one assumes being [...]

hawnay troof: the niallist: streets of rage: the black sparrow: glasgow

hideous choice to make tonight. a quadumvirate of decent live shenanigans to choose from. sunn o))) doing their comedy doom routine in stereo? steve earle bluecollar bluegrass bluepunkspringsteening at the rch? har mar superstar shaking his sweating love loaf in tuts? pah, pish, tish, and tosh. nope. none of these. seen them all anyway. instead i [...]

weekend randoms – turzi: buenos aires / frank schweikhardt: life but no more / jack rose r.i.p.

the most interesting thing i learned this week is that the french translation of krautrock (rock choucroute) is something along the lines of rock and roll sauerkraut. i’m hoping this is true. if not i’ll lessen the disappointment with guinness and the new e.p. from turzi. it’s the usual composer oomph followed by listener oof. [...]

last days of radio (good things when short are twice as good)

it’s a process of elimination.  never using two words when one will do.  to say in ten sentences what other men say in whole books.  brevity, as dorothy parker said, is the soul of lingerie.  parker that leftwing poet; that drunk wiseacre; that caustic blacklisted suicide.  what can’t be said in three minutes ain’t worth [...]

supersilent: 9 (rune grammofon)

if their aim in musical life was to create an utterly anonymous record then supersilent have come pretty close to that beige achievement. in addition to the usual faceless brandless detailless sleeve design, the aural aesthetic has been pared to the bloody bone. drummer’s gone, so no beats. trumpet and voice abandoned in favour of [...]

roky erickson & the aliens: the evil one (sympathy for the record industry)

given what we know about roky erickson’s history before, during and after hospitalisation it’s hard to separate his music from the mental illness that pushed him to the brink, kicked him off, beat him with shitty sticks on the way down then dragged him around by the hair for twenty years. it’s a sad fucking [...]

harvey milk: live at supersonic 08 (capsule)

i was there. here. whatever. now i can relive the hazy experience in full-on coloured / clear vinyl souvenir clarity. despite my utterly vodka’d bonce being mong-full of nonsense that saturday night i remember some of this (‘specially the fear cover). though i recall more songs maybe so not sure if the full set’s recorded [...]

cheater slicks: bats in the dead trees (lost treasures of the underworld)

he slips his hands under her cotton vest and her body spasms and slackens and he cups her small, cold breasts in his hands and feels the hard pearls of her nipples, like tiny secrets, against the barked palms of his hands. he feels the gradual winding down of her dying heart and can see [...]

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