Monthly Archives: October 2011

mark e.smith reads lovecraft’s the colour out of space

halloween (via christmas…)

sandy farina: body talk / the toxic avenger

stew, booze and trash. what sunday afternoons were made for…

dan melchior: red nylon valance

sdz / dan melchior

golden boots: dbx’n'spf (piaptk)

listening to this ramshackle bastard has got me jonesing for satori in paris. not the bauhaus 45. but kerouac’s hodgepodge of look-at-me-abroad whimsy. i’m digging golden boots‘ all-over-the-placeness. each fuzzy track a stranger to the last but rubbing up all friendly like after a minute or two. alex chilton frotts dave berman, in stetsons, yeah? [...]

ronald searle: cholera

still working my way through the world at war. reminded of ronald searle’s haunting/haunted p.o.w. sketches…

oneohtrix point never: replica

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bill shute: junk sculpture from the new gilded age (kendra steiner editions)

somewhere between image and object the poem finds itself. aye. a spoken word assemblage; verbal polaroids and impressionist sketches from the last two years. micrcosmic observations, (auto)biographical shards. amy hempel baked in the texas sun. not surprisingly war and oil loom large and small, whilst he riffs on/off lenny tristano, fox news and music scenes. [...]

tall dwarfs: the brain that wouldn’t die

band of holy joy: how to kill a butterfly (exotic pylon)

it starts with a sadness, a loneliness. sometimes i don’t believe the light will ever come again, he says. it starts with a static spirit, an ache for something beyond this. all those nights gazing into the sky watching other forms of life pass by, he says. it starts with a call to arms. go [...]

preslav literary school: francis servain mirkovic

fullofnothing / preslav

keith fullerton whitman: acousmonium soundcheck: kontraste krems: 14.10.11

music. installation. symmetry. noise. science. keithfulelrtonwhitman

acid mothers temple & the melting paraiso ufo: chinese flying saucer

i’ll forgive them for starting this out like led fucking zeppelin… riot season / acidmotherstemple

charles bukowski: something for the touts, the nuns, the grocery clerks and you…

stare case: lose today (de stijl)

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… a crystal quiet, a growing, expanding crystal. it grows, it becomes more perfect; it is beautiful and terrifying… so said old aldous huxley. and there’s a kinda [...]

chris carter: moonlight (versions)

sweet jesus! oneohtrix point never neurotic drum band  

asva: birds

really must remember to check out the new asva record coz this is fucking gorgeous… important

the cramps live at napa state mental hospital

some electric cramps action for all you vhs aesthetes… the cramps

bill orcutt: how the thing sings (editions mego)

the thing’s changed. the thing’s the same. when he first wandered in from the desert with his buggered four string acoustic, bill orcutt kinda took us by surprise. there’s less sense of unplugged shock this time round. and while it’s a similar furrow being ploughed (still just orcutt, his guitar and straight-to-mic recording) it’s all [...]

reverend beat-man: blues from switzerland

deranged incest-stomp from the mighty reverend… reverend beat-man

heatsick: tertiary

been listening a lot to early human league and kraftwerk past few days. s’fitting in nicely, this… steven warwick / pan

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