Friday, December 31, 2010
Sunday, December 26, 2010
Thursday, December 23, 2010
Wednesday, December 22, 2010
Tuesday, December 21, 2010
in the tunnel
we made statues
for all the people not old enough to drive
to view out of their windows
and we counted
how many smiles we caught
put them in our memories
and then burned the tunnel
if I get wrapped up in actions
I forget that I'm alone
birds long gone
and I fed them everyday
and I bathed their broken skies
and I left a trail of trust in the back yard
sometimes you can't stop nature
I'm black and white
her daughter kidnapped
and I can see why
her jumprope games
caught the attention of the heat
we died on those steps
Monday, December 20, 2010
Thursday, December 16, 2010
Lil' Wayne has released the first single off his highly anticipated Tha Carter IV LP called "6 foot 7 foot". You can check it out over there on the right.
The song's produced by Bangladesh, the man responsible for the crazy stream-of-consciousness assault that was "A Milli." It shows, too. It features a guest spot in the form of Cory Gunz who holds his own, but the real star is Wayne, who spits two fantastic verses of cleverly worded braggadocio in his crazy flow.
You want to hear this, trust me.
Wednesday, December 15, 2010
Baphomet were a death metal band from Buffalo, back in the late 80's - early 90's. In 1992 they released this awesome album, The Dead Shall Inherit, but shortly thereafter changed their name because some other faggy band called Baphomet whinged. So then they became Banished...
...and released another awesome album: Deliver Me Unto Pain.
Tuesday, December 14, 2010
Sunday, December 12, 2010
Friday, December 10, 2010
Thursday, December 9, 2010
Sunday, December 5, 2010
Excellently awesome hardcore. Sounds a bit like a slightly less sludgy Cursed mixed with some grind and a pretty melodic edge. I mean, I guess I could provide a simile or metaphor equating this to getting physically injured, like punched with a fist or kicked with a foot, or whatever, but I mean, just fucking get it
Saturday, December 4, 2010
Thursday, December 2, 2010
Hey guys. I thought of a few ways to say hi, then I decided on a simple one: a story.
Here's a tale for all of you who have ever been in reach of a wonderful girl only to realize she's cut off your hands.
If you don't give a shit, feel free to skip to the bottom for good music.
Me and this girl have been friends for about 2 years. We've always gotten along great, but for no real good reason, we hadn't maintained very good contact. I'd met her through a mutual friend who once helped me out of a tight spot (physically, booya), and at the time this girl (the first one) had a longstanding failing relationship with a guy. This girl is perfect, just perfect. I mean, just think of the exact girl you'd always want to be with: this is her, for me.
I hung out with her a few times about a year-ish later, when she was just out of aforementioned relationship and was starting to see a new guy. I don't know if you guys know the feeling, but man, this girl just made being myself so easy.
Regardless, we fall out of contact again. She gets in another failing (though not violently bad) relationship with the new guy. A year passes. We start talking again. We make spur of the moment plans to hang out, and end up spending the entire night together. This was after a conversation where I confessed I liked her quite a bit and she said the tired song about 'well, I don't know if I feel that way about you'. She admitted, however, that her opinions might have been biased based on the fact that, when she met with me previously, she was already in a relationship.
To cut it short, the night went perfectly. We ended up at her place, watching one of my favorite movies (Memento, watch it immediately), and, with her permission (this is key), we kissed. I thought things went great, though of course, I sensed things maybe didn't go as well as they could have.
The next day, I got perhaps the most insultingly unsatisfying rejection text (yes, a TEXT) on my phone. Friend zoned. Now, man, the weird fucking thing about this is she even admits being attractive to me. I don't get it. What fucking more could there even be? What do you do when you're so close to what you want and it's still so far away?
So, I said to myself...
I guess... fuck bitches; get money.
Here's an album I've been digging for awhile. Good ass trip hop. Beautiful vocals, good beats. Some nice jazz influences. Mostly instrumental, but the songs that aren't are eerily good. Maybe it's been posted before. Whatever. If it has, Dom will yell at me and I'll fix it. Night ya'll
Blue Sky Black Death: Late Night Cinema
Extremely talented percussionist who has worked with acts such as Volcano Choir, Bon Iver, Pele and Collections of Colonies of Bees. He's also an incredibly prolific solo performer. His early work consisted of percussive improvisations around a very loose framework and accompanied by his voice. He had started to deviate from this method of creation before this release, his music born less of improvisation and more of structured, minimalist composition.
In this release Mueller layers different vocal tracks upon one another and includes the sound of a dulcimer and cymbals on top of his drums: a snare and set of toms. His sense of rhythm is extremely impressive and the atmosphere he creates with this meager array of instruments amazes. Not to be missed.
Monday, November 29, 2010
Friday, November 26, 2010
Wavelets are a Floridian band with their hearts in the mid-west. Very catchy emo with all the twinkly-ness you would expect from mid-west worship, along with stupid song titles which seem like in-jokes or something of the sort. If you're a fan of the style, this is well worth a look.
Conveniently, the guys in the band are so generous as to post all of their material for free download here.
So no excuses.
Thursday, November 25, 2010
Tuesday, November 16, 2010
An incredibly diverse release from Gonjasufi on Warp Records, featuring Gaslamp Killer on production duties (and also FlyLo on a couple of tracks).
Psychedelic, lo-fi, electronica, hip-hop, soul... the tags are endless, all (kind of) coming together into a stoned haze of gritty vocals and eclectic production.
A Sufi and a Killer
Saturday, November 13, 2010
Friday, November 12, 2010
Saturday, November 6, 2010
Tuesday, November 2, 2010
One of the biggest names in trip-hop and father of probably the best trip hop album ever (or second best, depending on how you feel about Massive Attack's Mezzanine.) Tricky's smoky voice projects his amalgam of rapping and singing over a layer of dark, opressive and beautiful electronic sounds. Among others, Tricky samples Isaac Hayes (the same sample can be heard on Portishead's song "Glory Box"), the Smashing Pumpkins, Michael Jackson and Marvin Gaye. They all work, too. Obviously. It's too bad he had to start with this album, really, because he's never going to do anything that surpasses it.
Trust me on this one: you NEED this album. It will make your life better.
Also, have his latest one, Mixed Race, as well. It rules too.
Saturday, October 30, 2010
One of the best albums of the 60s and an album everyone should listen to. It's a beautiful compendium of stellar psychadelic pop with the addition of elements such as brass and strings. If you like the Beatles (which you should) listen the fuck out of this.
Thursday, October 28, 2010
Wednesday, October 27, 2010
Tuesday, October 26, 2010
Sunday, October 24, 2010
So it's finally starting to feel like spring, down here in Melbourne.
The sun is out, people look a little less gloomy, and blissful indie tunes are taking over.
This is the audible recording of Spring.
Thursday, October 21, 2010
So get moping
too bad the album cover is boring
DEATH TO FALSE CREAMO
Wednesday, October 20, 2010
Repeater + 3 Songs
Steady Diet of Nothing
In On The Kill Taker
Turn it up to 11
You guys are a bunch of posers, can't up the punx for the life of you. I haven't washed in fucking weeks, I'm developing layers and layers of crust, it is the most filthy, gnarly shit you have ever seen. Just got a bunch of patches too fuck yeah Discharge and Amebix all over my fucking shredded jean jacket gonna put spikes all over this shit, up the punxxxx. But for real Axegrinder were the raddest old school crust band around, forget Amebix this is where it's at.but don't really forget amebix