Monthly Archives: October 2010

alice cooper (or fuckit it’s halloween)

always bought into the idea of rockstar, of showman, snake oil salesman, shyster, clown, cartoon, monster. the vaudeville and grand guignol. fuck the stoopid schlock that came later. the alice cooper band, sixty nine to seventy three that’s where it’s at. fusing the balls nasty detroit sneer to dada antics, garage rock to surreal pop-isms. [...]

master musicians of bukkake: elogia de la sombra (latitudes / southern)

spent a good hour elaborately over-thinking and amateurishly deciphering the elogia thing here: is it ripped from the borges poem? is it misspelled? elogio? is it deliberate? it praises darkness? in praise of darkness? is it something to do with the valency of spanish verbs? why the terry funk am i trying to work this [...]

sir plastic crimewave: string/soul/eye (kendra steiner editions)

it’s tempting (but goddam foolish) to look upon steve krakow as some kind of mustachioed cartoon anachronism, one who coulda been peeled from the pages of milligan and mccarthy’s rogan gosh comic. what blessed julian describes as a futuretro freak. none of this meant in the pejorative. read anachronism as out of time rather than out [...]

swans: arches: glasgow: 25.10.10

atonal sonorous drone takes hands, envelopes. a cognitive sound loop to numb cognitive function, induce disassociation, tendrils into consciousness. and it begins. stripped to waist. hammers and tubular bells. music for church. unchurch music. music for john donne. percussive bell toll zig-zag. it builds. disorientation. it builds. damballa undulating beneath the clamour. it builds. atoms [...]

bleeding heart narrative: perun

big fans of bhn round these parts. becomes deliciously more talk talk every time i hear them. whether oli likes it or not. (he may or may not, i dunno).

denis proteor

pat andrea

buncha nochexxx videos

for no reason other than i was blasting his new record earlier…

dolphins into the future: ke ala ke kua (k-raa-k)

wow if this ain’t the antithesis to my current ambiance just now: damp, freezing, concrete, grey, murk. s’cold. s’broken. s’oppressive. the rolling-off-the-tongue-ness of ke ala ke kua, has the easy, warming of a codeine duffel coat. so yeah lieven martens back in his pseudonymous dolphins into the future guise, transmitting ultraterrestial sonar burbles from his [...]

steve aylett presents his flesh and bones to edinburgh

aye aye. steve aylett’s dragging his carcass out for some kinda complicated tax-dodge based public appearance, getting his read on in edinburgh at the end of this month. the blurb goes: science fiction and satire author steve aylett reads from his books, rants about things in his life which are stranger than his books, and demonstrates [...]

people in a position to know will lathe your ass…

buncha new stuff on everybody’s favourite lathe-pimping bastards, people in a position to know. thee ONLY limited edition record label run out of the bedroom, garage and living room of a high school teacher in olympia, wa. making vinyl recordings, with love, out of junk, recycled, found materials. well as far as i know. they [...]

kemper norton: lowender

a queasy whirligig, celebrating the giddy joy of cornish festivals. there’s no three day, sun-baked, mud flecked, tent-pissing excess bloat here mind. no too much beer, no too many pasties, not too many ess-tee-dee’s, no too far gone. nope. four tracks, amply (yet concisely) proportioned. for free. blurry and woozy with a kinda hardcore slo-mo [...]

robocop (or i like violence…)

beautiful. saw robocop on saucy 35mm print last night. forgot how funny verhoeven’s gaudy schtick was. primo piece of schlock. exploitation at it’s core, smeared lovingly in brutal bloody farce. what i always dug about his work was the sheer giddy glee of it all, unrestrained, intense, gratuitous. some postmodern nods but generally a stupid/clever [...]

marc broude: atomic number 33

been sitting on this for a coon’s age and find myself still struggling to bash out anything coherent on it (well as coherent as i get…) so just gonna spit forth on whatever comes to mind over the next six hundred seconds, throw some muddy verb-noun-adjective’s against the e-wall, see what sticks. more inner space [...]

joey chainsaw: worshipping at the jewel terrace (dead pilot)

there are quiet places also in the mind, he said meditatively. but we build bandstands and factories on them. deliberately – to put a stop to the quietness. …all the thoughts, all the preoccupations in my head – round and round, continually … what’s it for? what’s it all for? to put an end to [...]

la vampires with matrix metals

i’s such a contrarian… dig this track, but not the video…

matrix metals

yeah so this lot (singular, plural?) are all over the shop just now. and like what i keep saying quite a lot, some more shit i’m not entirely sure of. i like the concept. i’m not sure about the execution. like this autre ne veut thang. like a broken fucking record. like all this witch house mongerry [...]

fos: rock (near the exit music)

mmm this is a rum bag. stuttering laurie anderson vox splashes married to little fluffy clouds ambient house married to greek folk and shanties. all wrapped up in semi-conceptual oceanic premise. wait, come back…. yeah, the danger when you start down this road is that you end up adrift in grim new-agerry, and what you [...]

autre ne veut: soldier

i’m a little late to this synth party. about twenty odd years by the sounds of it… never mind. quite like the song, but the video mulch by luke wyatt does more for my pleasure receptors…

(pete) um: giraffe / bumskipper / the path of least resistance

um… yeah. pete um. or just um. um… yeah. ahem.  i know little of peter beyond his take on cw mccall’s convoy. consequential to not very much. other than maybe i’d like to hear him do a country album on those crumbling things he makes music with, on, to and over. he could y’know. given [...]

Follow

Get every new post delivered to your Inbox.