Monthly Archives: January 2011

milton babbitt

um… fellas dead… documentary here if you wanna y’know… learn…

steve vai (and um… zappa)

fucking love this video. zappa with cigarette insouciantly smoking between strings. vai in leopardskin and hotpants. and some major geetar wanking. what’s not to love?  

kunstlusk: magnus (h.m.å.t.p.h.p.d.d.e.t.d.i.g.p.v.?)

a kaleidoscopic calliope of cider-monged wrongness. a bevelheaded freakout whirlygig. chock fulla mental patient squeaks and singalong grunts andandand merry-go-round fairground chunter. ad nauseous. like a nurse with wound kids tv soundtrack and all the creepy silliness suggested by that statement. feels at times that the tape’s gonnna unspool and disintegrate under the weight of [...]

the groundhogs (well mcphee at least…)

tony mcphee bloozeing it up in glasgow 2009

woodsy pride (a few hastily scribbled words…)

yup. more seventies influenced, 90’s-esque, twentytenties rock. taking the rootsy creedence clearwater revival stomp and neil youngian dusty meanders and marrying it to the wonky sparse existential gothic folk of early callaghan and oldham. add dirty schmears of the replacements rough and readiness into this band-checking orgy of lazy associating and you should probably have [...]

wye oak (a few hastily scribbled words…)

righty-oh. working my way through the bitsundbobs that i failed to squeeze in at the fag-end of last year. first up wye oak… oh i can hear you fucking kids already. grampa what is this yr listening to? well chillun this is what bands used to sound like back in the day, i’d tell you. [...]

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