Monthly Archives: February 2010

weekend randoms: mini pops junior / the giant’s dream / osteoferocious

jazz: noun. music originating in new orleans around the beginning of the 20th century and subsequently developing through various increasingly complex styles, generally marked by intricate, propulsive rhythms, polyphonic ensemble playing, improvisatory, virtuosic solos, melodic freedom, and a harmonic idiom ranging from simple diatonicism through chromaticism to atonality. kindof nearly (but totally almost) what’s going [...]

weekend randoms: timothy cushing / max and the wild things / linfinity

all kinda straightforward and simple on todays weekend randoms. not gonna be flipping from harsh noise to minimalist electronics to befuddled jazz no sir, not today. just gonna indulge in some good old fashioned songwriting. y’dig. see despite the amount of sonic mulch that passes through these ears and these pages, my most listened to [...]

teepee: morals (senzei)

   mm mm not the not nocturnal jazz synth-bop (how you doing in the back there?) but the acoustic basement chime, the motorik noise oddity, the electric fuzz guitar of yr alright guy, you are all-right. yeah. this is the code: there is no code. simple as one two three, see. drone? sure. like a [...]

the tape-beatles, public works, phonostatic cassettes and the art of xerography

xerography xerography xerography xerography xerography xerography xerography xerography xerography xerography xerography xerography xerography xerography xerography xerography xerography xerography xerography xerography xerography xerography xerography xerography xerography xerography xerography xerography xerography xerography that’s my funny joke see. hooom… anyways there’s a whole buncha neato stuff on ubu from phonostatic, photostatic, the tape-beatles, public works and all that [...]

the united states of america: s/t (sundazed)

ah it’s been a quiet old week musically. struggling with the post-paris comedown and the giant sprawl of what is now not really a review of the zombie zombie gig last week in mono. what’s been holding my interest is bagels, shade the changing man graphic novels (more on that soon) and laser-pen-tormenting my cat. i’ll [...]

who in the hell is tom jones?

who in the hell is tom jones? i was shacked with a 24 year old girl from new york city for two weeks – about the time of the garbage strike out there, and one night my 34 year old woman arrived and she said, “i want to see my rival.” she did and then [...]

paris, france: in twenty four pieces

this is not a photo blog: paris, france.

fear: the record (slash) and the decline of western civilization

consider punk rock as rorschach; a butterfly, a bomb, a book, a boot. an inkblot schmear revealing trotsky; class; money; unity; war; gender; party; violence; acceptance; conformity; disestablishment; fashion; division; beer; poverty; change. everything to everyone. consider punk, undistilled. life, unified, not by consensus, but by disparity, by contradiction. a kindof antagonistic dependency. when everyone [...]

close: peter mullan (scottish miserablist?)

fidgeted (was jonesing for post talk amuse-bouche…) through eleanor yule’s lecture last night on scots miserabilism: since the 1970’s, scottish filmmakers have garnered a reputation for producing ‘miserablist’ films. marked out by their tragic tone, they depict the lives of violent and addicted anti-heroes set against the backdrop of urban squalor. using illustrative film clips, writer and [...]

dan melchior’s broke revue: o, clouds unfold (hook or crook)

a wise man once said to me, he said cows (that’s me…), in every corner of the music universe are stars that shine and dark bodies that just reflect. i’m gonna stick with this analogy, coz y’know, i’m lazy. take melchior (deliciously biblical) as part of this said vast universe. now imagine this record as [...]

thee oh sees: dog poison (captured tracks)

brevity, said dorothy parker, is the soul of lingerie. parker, that leftwing poet; that drunk wiseacre; that caustic blacklisted suicide. 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. hell, what can’t be said in three minutes ain’t worth [...]

weekend randoms: megabats / glass animals / daddy lion

more bands should be named after animals. swans. cows. electric eels. oxes. part chimp. pelican. silkworm. yellow swans. it’s a marker of quality surely? anyway this pair come with connotations of large eyes, the ability to operate in varying light and an exceptional sense of smell. they don’t use echolocation to orient themselves. which annoyingly [...]

steve gunn: boerum palace (three lobed)

aaah perfect for easing m’self into the weekend. but. almost. well. this kindof virtuosity on occasion gets my goat, my blood boiling, my back up. sweet lord i’m so jealous of these fuckerses digital dexterity that (oh god…) sometimes, sometimes i dream of smashing up richard bishops fingers with a sockfulla rocks. there goddammit i’ve [...]

last days of radio (corey rusk, i salute you!)

was reminded this week of the giddy joy of brainiac. which in turn, sequentially, with hideous logic, with inexorable chronological certainty led to sad sad youngold man reminiscing of halcyon punkrock juvenilia. which inevitably led to touch and go records. reductionally, touch and go records is an independent record label based in chicago, illinois, usa. [...]

twin stumps: s/t (dais)

where is the beauty in perfection i ask you? oscar wilde says, i have found that all ugly things are made by those who strive to make something beautiful, and that all beautiful things are made by those who strive to make something useful. oscar wilde says, it is better to be beautiful than to [...]

thee silver mt. zion memorial orchestra: kollaps tradixionales (constellation)

i will wear my heart upon my sleeve for daws to peck at. so said shakespeare. and course when iago speaks, it’s meant in the pejorative. but what i dig most about thee silver mt. zion (and every obsessive-alphabetisers nightmare variation of) is that willingness to open up, holler fuckit here i am, here’s what [...]

gil scott-heron: i’m new here (xl recordings)

is this a footnote, an epilogue? is the light at the end of the tunnel nothing more than the brief flare of a struck match? no conclusion. there’s no conclusions here. it’d be easy (but lazy) and understandable to picture scott-heron as the junkie walking through the twilight on home is where the hatred is. [...]

ink on paper

this is not a photoblog. ink on paper (volume one).                   :zoviet*france:) – sprey 

the residents: the ughs! (cryptic corporation)

the residents frighten me. not so much the people involved, never met them, sure they’re thoroughly decent chaps. more the vast and (in)comprehensive nature of their back catalogue. too bloody prolific. too bloody polyphiloprogenitive. ferchrissakes, far as i can see they brought out four albums last year. it’s a flu-like virus some of these hometapers [...]

the absurdities of copyright writ large…

once again the nonsense of excessive copyright law is splayed pornographically across the news. men at work lose as australian court rules it plagiarised a girl guides song in its hit down under. well actually not the full song, but the flute riff from kookaburra sits in the old gum tree, written by marion sinclair [...]

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