Monthly Archives: August 2010

health: arches: glasgow: 31.08.10

and it goes gzzzrrgrh, rkrkrkrkrkrkrkr and hnngg. an enucleating din that rattles fillings in teeth, detaches retinas and fizzes the goddam blood. holy jesus it’s loud. a ruddy faced asthmatic orchestra of repeato- beats and relentless spastic clatter. there’s a strange corporeality (as there should be with noise bands) to the proceedings tonight. an organic [...]

cath and phil tyler: the hind wheels of bad luck (no-fi)

goddam when you can hear people breathing, actually breathing, on a record then y’know yr listening to something personal, something intimate, something of that particular moment. and this is what you get on the hind wheels of bad luck. somehow more minimal than the last album, the already bareboned and brittle dumb supper. nothing like [...]

happy birthday jack kirby

a serbian film (or fleeting thoughts on ugly things)

ah all this fuss… dunno what to make of a serbian film. first time in ages i’ve been genuinely flummoxed by a piece of art. if yr up for calling it art. it’s not horror really in the traditional sense. it is a kindof demented voyeurism, part of some collective meta-subconscious expulsion. or something. exploitation [...]

nadja: sky burial (southern / latitudes)

aidan baker makes too many records. prolific, on a scale that’s detrimental. christ, nadja alone’s had something like sixteen releases over the past year and a half. too much fella and fellete, too much… so whilst i no longer go pokemon on them i always pick up the little square foetuses of brown card wrapped [...]

rudimentary peni, death church and blinko…

been blasting rudimentary peni all afternoon. good sunday afternoon listening. particularly enjoying death church and it’s hideously amusing/frightening surrealist misanthropy. people nail varnished to crosses. fleas carrying blood through the body. strummer and lydon getting their noses bloodied. ten tons of jesus’ foreskin. and the fucked buddhist apocalypse of cosmic hearse: floating round the universe [...]

gang gang dance: kamakura (southern/latitudes)

newly minted following florence und der machine’s pilfering of house jam, gang gang dance return to music-making by bunging out a three year old fifteen minute distillation of old and new, a news at ten summary of what they bloody well do, in one handy origasmic package. maybe it’s my ever diminishing attention span but [...]

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