Monthly Archives: March 2011

frank zappa meets jack kirby

plankton wat: in magical light (reverb worship)

wow. there is nowt quite like the redemptive power of music. when yr heads fucked, when yr body’s a ruin, when it feels like yahweh has taken a massive angry dump on you and nobody understands why yr navel is so damned gazeable. all it takes sometimes is a visit from doctor whisky and nurse [...]

xkcd: a webcomic of romance, sarcasm, math and language

love this!

purling hiss: public service announcement (woodsist)

so from james ferraro’s pastiche of eighties hair metal / pop to mike polizze’s repurposing of seventies classic rawk… purling hiss drip with all the psychic muck and sludge of those buggered kill city tapes. but there’s a premeditated masochism at work here, deliberately scarring what are perfectly fine songs. that said; compared to what [...]

james ferraro: night dolls with hairspray (olde english spelling bee)

i’ll be goddamned if i can figure this one out. dripping, as it seems to be, with schtick. thick and glottal and glutinous with the stuff. and i guess if i wasn’t sure of james ferraro’s seriousness with this shit (all those 80’s tropes and inscrutable inner-mandalas run veiny through his work) then i’d dismiss [...]

blastoids: since forever

a tonne of months back i described blastoids’ megachurch ep thusly: big spectacular splatters of pop, glitchy neon psych schmeared in lovely warm synth jam and explosions of huge hum and beautiful clatter. and i’ll be goddamned if all that overt verbosity leaves me at somewhat of loss in bashing a few keys for this [...]

sic alps: napa asylum (drag city)

s’like exile on main street yeah? but transplanting the rambunctious fuggy blooze of jagger / richards (or the uber-demented pussy galore dismantling of it) with the murky psych-garage of donovan / hartman onto four sides o’ vinyl. ain’t stopping here with the parallels. both long, sprawling, messy, gauche buggers. as old bob christgau put it: [...]

mogwai: hardcore will never die, but you will

mmmm this new mogwai record contains so many moments of voluptuous magnificence i’ve found myself fully engorged for several days now… fast and bulbous. powerful and erotically charged. like a gibbon with sylvia krystel’s body stapled to it….

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