Flaming Telepaths & A Parcel Of Furies.....Aufgehoben's 'Messidor' CD + 'Axiologue/Thermidor One Five' Picture Disc 7"

How many of you's out there can remember when Einsturzende Neubauten was scary? Or Swans? Granted, it was a LONG time ago, but them 1st two lp's from EN was radical soundin back in the early 80's. They took the whole Industrial Music theory from Throbbing Gristle & drove it to it's literal conclusion. Swans (when they was formidable) was like a more menacing & calculated ('n loud!) extrapolation of what Whitehouse was goin on about, 'cept w/Swans it seemed "real". Of course that kind've aura is capable of lastin only so long till folks become immune & it's on to the next scam. Then Borbetomagus became the fearsome castrators of hipster chattle once indie rockers started allowin (Free) Jazz & Improv racket into their sleepin bags. Since then it's become a lawless harbor of noise, akin to the ancient pirate mecca of New Providence. They run the gamut of workin the con though most just seem dopey (like Blixa's hair) or clueless (like Jarboe). But as w/the pirates of yore, there's gonna be that one what rises above the rest, flyin a Jolly Roger that can strike w/cunning & abandon. Them would be Aufgehoben.
Up till this new one on the Holy Mountain label they was just a name. But after bravin the whole of 'Messidor'-once w/the lights off!- I feel that I know what it must've been like to do battle w/the likes of Batholomew Roberts. The discharge Aufgehoben mortally spray across the deck seemed filled w/all manner of shot; Xenakis, Bailey/Bennink, Frank Dommert, H.N.A.S.,Agencement, Frith & Osternag w/muscles, a masculine reconstuction of 'Chance Meeting On A Dissecting Table' this time w/a virile Johnson that don't shoot blanks. The carnage it exacts make's you wanna take your brain out for a bath. Or at least a massage. Then here come's this charmin 7" on the White Denim label, picture disc & everything! On here the Incus buzz seems very much the vibe of the hive, sorta like 'The Legend Of Sleepy Hollow' w/a headless Shakin Ray Levis hauntin the landscape, or Phil Minton w/a mouthful of moustraps, chasin you into quicksand. Who'd have though that a steady diet of twice fried sausages & baked beans on toast would one day 'blossom' into such a vital, precarious & refreshing aberration? But then, what else would you expect? True, they're no Evil Moisture & for that we can all be thankful. Ding!
And with that, I am outta here. Till next time....

(both titles can be purchased via; http://www.midheaven.com/ contact the label's at; http://www.holymountain.com/ and; http://www.whitedenim.com/ contact the band via; http://www.aufgehoben.org/)

A Kiddley Divey Too, Wouldn't You?.....Tickley Feather/Serpents Of Wisdom Split 7" ep

Found myself in West Philly yesterday, respondin to a plea for help. My ol' buddy Al 'Black Hawk' Downing's pet rabbit ('Landrew') had escaped his domicile & was on the loose somewhere's in the neighborhood so I come out to fetch him back. I'd be lyin if I said I didn't have a vested interest in Landrew's return. I'd been feedin the fucker fresh basil & turnip greens for months now in hopes of gettin him all sweet so's I could help him "escape" myself-right into a casserole dish- a little closer to Easter. Not that Black Hawk knowed any of this. Hardly! That the rabbit itself might have his own designs on freedom never entered the picture. And it didn't seem likely, out in 'Never, Ever Land', that he'd been snatched. I was pretty sure he'd straight up run off. For one thing, everybody out there is some sort've vegetarian & second, they's all seem to worship animals or hold'em in high regard. Walkin around the WP was like roamin around that village in The Wicker Man, if it smelled like patchouli & bay leaves. After a long spell it become apparent we wasn't gonna find Landrew. He had burrowed deep into some shrubbery somewheres. Black Hawk's heart was heavy. I felt his pain. The longer that rabbit stayed free range the tougher his meat was gonna get. Shit, he weren't gonna be worth nothin but a stew if he kept this up! To hell with it I said. We got back to the house & needed some cheerin up. I scoured the cupboards & found a bottle of Black Velvet, a can of coconut milk & some banana's. Slopped a mess've all that into a blender w/some ice & presto, we had ourselves a pitcher of Canadian Coladas. They was sure to take the edge off.
We was startin to cheer up & about to run off a 2nd batch've drinks when the doorbell rang. It was one of them ragamuffin hipsters, replete w/ironic, Goodwill-scored corduroy coat & a wool Peruvian "aviator" cap w/the ear flaps pulled up. His sad little moustache looked more like whiskers & overall he resembled a kitten. Granted, just about the ugliest kitten you'd ever wanna see but a kitten nonetheless. He was friendly enough & said he was goin door to door sellin records. He had this here split 7" by Tickley Feather/Serpents Of Wisdom & said he wasn't havin no luck gettin rid of it & all's he wanted was enough money to go & buy a clove cigar over from the co-op. I asked him what it sounded like but he couldn't articulate, stumblin over the words 'psych, folk, weird & weirdness' like it was a mantra. So be it, I gave him 5$ for the cause & went back inside. We whipped up some more of them CC rider's & gave this baby a spin. First run through all's we did was laugh & shake our heads about how much they's tryin to climb up in the tree w/Espers or Fursaxa. But after a few spins I realized you could no more "blame" them bands for these sounds then you could a record store for sellin them copies of the 'Princess Bride' or 'Camelot' soundtracks. But then I got pulled in deeper. Both side began to grow on me & after a spell all them garbled adjectives the doorboy had spilled outta his mouth was payin off. The Tickley Feather side was dosed w/all the lush space whisper 'n ache of Gilli Smyth or Helen Johnstone pasted & cut over an aural veneer of THAT sort've determined instrumentation that has become a hallmark amongst the finest in the Finnish underground. The Serpents Of Wisdom side could almost pass the litmus test as one of them apocryphal Anglo tales of a never-before-known acetate by some obscure psych monster. I'm embellishin sure, but the guy's heart's into it & while I could do w/out the Robert Frost sample & backwards vocal gibberish, he's cut some charm on here that made me immediately go seachin for my copy of Oliver's 'Standing Stone' lp. Hold's up pretty well too. It's gotta nice 2 sided printed sleeve + they's pressed it on thick white vinyl. Can't find no number anywhere but I'd reckon it's limited. Were I a bettin man, I'd have wagered this would've been something off the Weird Forest label. That it's from here in town is practically cause for celebration. You's bring the spirits. The crow cassoulet 'n humble pie's on me.

(contact; http://www.badmasterrecords.com/)

It's Like 'Oscar Automobile' But Different.....Car Commercials 'Jar' 7" EP

Daniel Dimaggio is the Orson Welles of Princeton, NJ. He is! Look at him; master of the airwaves behind the 'Strong Little Legs (RIP) & 'Giant's Of Jazz radio programs on WPRB as well as commander of flesh 'n blood charm peddlers Home Blitz & now this band Car Commercials. For all's I know he might even hate Gallo Wine & fish sticks too. He ain't alone on that count! I wonder what his thoughts are concerin Elmyr De Hory? Hmmm....another time perhaps.
Home Blitz you might already be familiar with. Many a two-cent's was tossed around on their behalf last year, extollin praise as how they ranked alongside Modern Lovers, Half Japanese & Electric Eels as genuine Real McCoy's of the American Underground. And I ain't sayin they aren't or they don't.I chose to abstain from the hyperbole not because I didn't have the change to spare, but on account I thought them was pretty big britches to fill. I don't put much truck in E. Eels 'n 1/2 Jap comparisons these days. Personally, I think I'd be more apt to consider the contents of my wallet readin something like 'Ron House fronting the Feelies' but it's that kind've reactionary pontificatin that make's this blog the contentious darling it is, right?
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Anyway's, w/Car Commercials Dan & co. have seemingly tapped into the wellspring of amateurish goodness what emanates from the source(s) of them Messthetics compilations that're gracing ears 'n airwaves (finally) nowadays. There's a lot to be said for the zero production skills, which in the right hands (their own), I'm always a sucker for.True, on occasion they come dangerously close to channelin the precocity of early Daniel Johnston, but most of the time Car Commercials nail it like they was stained by the same varnish & wax buildup as 49 Americans or Crash Action Winners. I'd also state for the record that in another time 'n place (take a wild guess) these guys would've lived high on the hog recordin for the Onset/Offset label alongside the likes of Les Bottletops,Toerag, Brothers Gorgonzola & other estimable strangers that have yet to be properly heralded. I know, I know, folk's is all the time sayin 'we are not familiar with these bands you reference'. But I am! There's a fine line between obstinance 'n ignorance & sometimes in the middle they become twain. What am I gettin at? How about; DON'T LET 25 YEARS GO BY BEFORE YOU HEAR THIS CAR COMMERCIALS EP! I can't make it much plainer than that.There's cassette's too. Collect'em all.

(for more info check out www.geocities.com/leafleafrecords & thebestbluebicycle@yahoo.com . 7" is available via; http://www.s-srecords.com/)

A Dodger In Mets Clothing.....Night Wounds 'Allergic To Fire' LP

It is nothin short of a goddamn pleasure to encounter a record from a Los Angeles band what's got it's limbs 'n lungs attuned to avant styled scraping's. The Thin Wrist label ably provides as much w/every release by in house trucker's like Open City or Curtains & the Not Not Fun collective have a veritable Spahn Ranch of sonic assassins loose on the landscape as well. And as if that weren't enough, here comes this long player from Night Wounds bringin it's own brand of aural slaughter to the barnyard. Released on the Woodsist label, 'Allergic To Heat' is a solid block of dunt that fuses the distant Kraut thump of nascent Savage Republic w/the No Wave distillation of (early) Silver Abuse & End Result that's capable of peelin both skin 'n paint, either of which is dandy by me in these frigid times (I could stand to lose a couple pounds & an apt. makeover wouldn't hurt). Not that I'm insinuatin Night Wounds studied the moves of any of them bands. Hell, for all I know, they might've work up one mornin, heard something by Sightings or Blues Control, thought they was Pop bands & figured it weren't a bad racket to be in. Some people's got strange notions. All's I know is that they's armed w/both squall 'n thunder & hats off to Woodsist from providin the lightning to ignite this record like a Mars bonfire. Nice screen printin on the jacket too. Let's see...a NYC label makin itself available for an LA band...I do believe we's all FINALLY startin to 'just get along'. Amen for that!

(this lp is available via; www.fusetronsound.com or www.midheaven.com. contact the band at; regimentle@gmail.com)

They Shoe Horses, Don't They?.....Lambsbread's 'King Of The Crop' 7"ep

Were we to conduct a survey, I bet most folks would admit to hatin the term New Weird America.Hear, here, I second ye olde motion! Let's face it, it weren't nice to exclude all the dumbo's what aren't from here in the 1st place, so renamin it is the right thing to do. Already I see & hear the tag's New Weirdo's or New Beardo's being bandied around. I propose the term....New Bromantics. Good, yeah? I like it & think it's sufficiently retarded. Hey, it's mostly dudes to begin with & the one's what ain't is always called as much so why not, right? Right on's more like it Bro! Killer name! Now that we've rocked that, let's stoke the jams.
On the top of just about everyone's list of most hyped New Bromantics would have to be Lambsbread. They've been kickin it for a couple yrs now but all's they got to show for it is a bunch've self released cdr's & cassette's that match up about the same as a Wilbur Wood win/loss record. It's alot on both sides of the coin, but when your goin that hard, your gonna throw up a lotta junk (f you know what I mean). Sometimes you eat the bear, sometimes the bear eats you. Unlike some of the more misguided resin scrapers in their Bro hamlet, Lambsbread wants us to know they feed off the marrow of early 80's Hardcore rather than...the obvious (& tiresome) 90's band reference. And even though they's now sequestered on a farm in central Ohio, they's all Boston/Cambridge weened so I guess that why I was hopin on this debut 7" they'd break out like them narc-gobblin beaners of yore, The Groinoids. Alas, twas not to be. Maybe they's savin that for the lp I'm told is on the way. On this ep issued by Skulltones they's chopped out some archive scrud 'n lathered it anonymously on each side. Can't says I know which is which, but on one they sound like a live snippet of RPA finishing up a version of 'Kill The Pope' replete w/Flipper flaps & on the other, a brief moshup of Harpoontang 'n Cornholer soaked in Natty Bo, grindin strings into sparks in a mildewed basement, West Phila, circa 1985. The name's of the pharmaceutical's abused have been changed to confound the lives of the ingestants.
So yeah, this little record. It's okay but there ain't a lot to call'em out on either. Guess we'll all have to wait & see what sorta prizes is burrowed in that forthcoming album. Personally I'd like to see'em hit some zone of outer-strat h/c dork genius like The Neo's or Chemotherapy but I don't think it's in the mix. Lambsbread seem content doin what they do 'n there's an audience already built in to gobble it up. For instance, this 7" was the first one on Skulltones to sell out it's pressing. Not to shit talk Lambsbread, but certainly that ain't 'cause it better than the other two the label released. But don't mind me. You's will figure it out if your of the mind. The thing I kept thinkin to myself over 'n over-that's right, twice- while I was writin this is how come Lambsbread ain't yet done somethin on Load? That label is like Jamaica for the grizzled New Bromantics & I couldn't imagine a tighter fit if you squeaked. Then again, the ink might be dryin on that contract at this very minute. Either way, I've already set forth into the future, forgettin I ever cared to begin with.
Barrister, next case please!

www.fusetronsound.com

Next Stop, Broadway......Roland Woodbe Host's The WFMU Listener Hour!

Well, I did it. I finally made the radio! An hour sure goes by fast when your spinnin records. I never woulda figured. Which explains why I brought so much what never got aired. But not to worry, my hunch is some of them will get to your ears even if I ain't the one on the mike callin'em out.
All in all I had a right nice time. They sure do keep it warm in that studio. Man, I was sweatin like a priest at a wiener roast all's through that set! I wanna apologize to any Swede's out there for makin mincemeat outta your neutral dialect durin that block've Scando bombs. My second language skills have gone to shit since I reentered the private sector.
Now I realize 9am on a Saturday ain't the primest hour to be diggin the warblings of the one's that got away. Hell, most of you's in New York City was probably just gettin home when I was playin them records. I hope I was of some help w/your entrance into Nod as you was countin all the hairs in a New Weird America beard in pursuit of beddy-bye. Sweet dreams & rest easy. Not to fret. It'll be archived.

Much thanks to Brian Turner & Bill Zurat for helpin 'n hangin. Also, big props to the WFMU in-house chef (didn't catch the name) for the divine lunch we feasted on after the broadcast (pictured above). He was hospitable enough to provide me w/the recipe which I have reprinted below along w/the particulars of today's set list. It servers 4!
Enjoy.


Roland Woodbe setlist for the WFMU Listener Hour 2/10/07;


Mark Perry-Whole World's Down On Me (Deptford Fun City) 1980
Four Plugs-Wrong Treatment (Dead Goods) 1979
Pop Group -Where There's A Will There's A Way (Rough Trade 1 sided promo) 1980
Colours Out Of Time-Rock Section (Monsters In Orbit) 1981
Contact-Fascinated By Time (Object Music) 1979
The Stoat-Up To You (City) 1978
The Mekons-Snow (Red Rhino) 1980
Korpus Kristi-Stadt Der Blauer Einer (Zickzack) 1980
Leather Nun-Slow Death (Industrial) 1979
Liket Lever-Levande Begravd (Sista Bussen) 1979
Besokarna-Anna Greta Leijons Ogon (Heartwork)1979
Kriminella Gitarrer-Sylvia's Unge (Kpak) 1978
Watabout-PA Stockholms Alla Discotheque (Abnorm) 1979
Mizz Nobody-Smittad (Hass'p) 1978
White Stains-The Energy (T.O.P.Y. Scan) 1988
Twenty-Five Cents-The Witch (Flying Nun) 1981
Riptoids-The Devil Paid A Visit (Onset/Offset) 1985)
What Is Oil?-Mr. Mole (Oof Beat) 1979

check out the show here; http://wfmu.org/playlists/LH

Recipe for Frankfurter Crown;
3 slices bacon
1/2 cup chopped onion
1 can cream of chicken soup
1/4 cup milk
3 cups sliced cooked potatoes
1 1/2 cups cooked cut green beans.
1 lb frankfurters

Heat oven to 350. Crisply fry bacon slices, crumble & set aside. Drain off excess bacon fat & brown onions in remaining drippings. Stir in soup, milk, potatoes & green beans. Pour into a 1 1/2 quart casserole. Cut frankfurters in half & stand around the edge of the baking dish. Bake for 30 minutes. Top with bacon & serve (cold slaw makes an excellent side for this as well....mmmmmm, delish!).

When You Come To A Fork In The Road, Take It.....The Christa Min's 'The Devil & Tex Watson' 7" ep

There's a sayin I heard goin round that the only "good" member of Jackie-O Motherfucker is one what's quit. Or been burned, which on my abacus, add's up the same. I reckon the implication is that whoever's still hitched to that wagon ain't the swiftest horse in the race. I hear ya. To me it's akin to volunteerin for Custer's 7th cavalry w/every day bein a potential trip into the valley of the Little Bighorn. I mean, how gratifyin can that be? Could it be any worse if you cut loose, went renegade & started your own band?
Well, in regards to this record (w/participation from a former {?} JOMF) by an outfit called The Christa Min the answer is.....pending. Ha! No really, it aint that easy. I wish it was, but the Christa Min don't got it figured out yet. Or if they have, they might wanna consider a redo. This record embodies a fair amount of the sparkle dust culled from dried tears wept to the strains of Dead C records all over the Pacific Northwest in the mid 90's combined w/the excruciating improv insinuation copped east 'n brought west by JOMF when they was beguiled by the "spontaneity" of act's they shared rolling tobacco w/in NYC & Western Mass over the past few yrs. C'mon, takin the opening riffs of Zeppelin's 'Misty Mountain Hop' & repeatin'em over & over & over as some vocalist free whines into a floppy hat....I mean I expect that from a Gate record but this is ridiculous! Really that's all's goin on; a Zep riff w/extemporaneous "leads" fed into it while some sp'anger reads randomly from the 'Shamanism For Dummies' how-to book. Over the whole of both sides.Every now & then he let's out one of them Iggy yells & for all I know, breaks into a jig that would make Mr. Brojangles (or a stuttering heiress) blush w/envy. Me? That ain't what's makin my cheeks red. It weren't like I had any hopes dashed by The Christa Min. If this is what they wanna do, they's doin it. I guess I'd have liked to see the apple fall a little further from the tree but then I ain't one much for apples to start with. It you's the type to invest in the notion that imitation is the highest form of flattery, then this is indispensable. If however you march to the beat of a fool & his money is soon parted, then forewarned is forearmed. Enjoy the rest've yr Sunday.

(http://www.rundownsun.com/)

A Lesson In Logic.....Necronomicon's 'Tips Zum Selbstmord' LP

Just when I figured I'd plugged all the gaps & was home free from the mentally unwound, here comes one screamin outta the woodwork. And since we don't hear a whole lot from German Vertical Slit fans, what the hell? His 15 minutes commence-NOW!



Guten Tag Rommel Woodbe und Siltblog-

Hallo from Hamburg in Germany! Let me say I am number one of all fanatics for you in Deutschland. It is such fantastic to read & learn of all releases you encounter. Okay, so is it desperate to maybe ask for some writings on wonderful Krautrock reissues? Is from your blog not so much. It is true that the last decade did much to destroy the geist of the genre, to make it practically impotent. For example, look at American label such as Kranky. So much untermenshen that cry for nipple of Neu or Faust. And then most inferior copyist's of all; the Amon Duul problem. I fear there may be as many as six million of them infesting our lebensraum. Their eradication must be swift & ruthless! Vas? Pardon me Mein Kapitan, I was lost in my brain. So what was I saying? Oh yes, I would very much be honored & become correspondent for to showcase some of the more obscure masterpieces of Krautrock music. No problem for this promotion. I gladly accept!
For the start I would like to make attention to the legendary album by Necronomicon 'Tips Zum Selbstmord'. Translation is to you 'tip to the suicide'. Perhaps there are those who purchased this when it was available from Little Wings Of Refugees label as 4xlp boxset in last century. To them I say ausgezeichnet! You are the elite, the privileged. Some of us have not to know the taste of a silver spoon in the mouth & therefore had to wait until now for our chance to belong. Your days in power are numbers you filthy Laus! Mark my words; we will bury you! Ach, Mein Gott,sorry again, I get so passionate in my thoughts. Like your Amerikan saying 'sometimes is hard to tell forest from trees'. This is, for me, certain.
So, I feel much has been made of this title but I may be the first to say perhaps this is dark humor of the band. After all they are German. Tragedy & comedy are as one. We are romantic by nature & darkness is in our soul. But is interesting, as I recently sit down to this lp, I also later listen to Vertical Slit's 'Under The Blood Red Lava Lamp' cd & encounter much similarities. Both band's are dark rockers who thrive on science fiction & evoke ominous vibrations. Both also recorded with most 'distorted' quality but yet it works. They are also bands who are without single focus and so, misunderstood. I say this as Vertical Slit were between progressive rock & dawn of heavy metal. I feel this is for Necronomicon the same. However, Necronomicon predate Vertical Slit by some years and this is evident by their moments of pastoral, fusion-like instrumental passages. Much has been said of these part's sounding like Pink Floyd but I say to you, is also very like 'Jazz Odyssey' from Spinal Tap. Nicht so gut! True, some see this as psychedelic, a time to mellow from the overall heaviness of the record, but when the band peaks with their anthemic riffs, in-the-red organ overload's und harmonic choirs, the heaven's thunder as though Odin himself will charge out of the sky & wreak his havoc on us all. Dieses ist gut! This music is Teutonic majesty and captures the essence of Sturm Und Drang at it's foremost. Yes, the lyric quality is bleak-absorbed with vague leftist & ecological politics- also operatic, but it is the soul of Wagner, Mozart, Goethe combined with the blut und starke of young Germans from those rebellious times. Rock und Roll was the bltizkreig of those days and while I say yes, Necronomicon are indeed Krautrock, their extensions beyond that parallel are both unique & remarkable. The dischordant & sinister edges only help propel them into greatness. I would suggest a purchase of this no question, especially if you are to be interested in the rumblings on the outskirts of the genre.
And so Mein Furher, I think you shall find my review quite in order. I have established history, fact, comparison & verdict. I only live to serve as your trusted & humble servant. Until we meet again, SIEG HEIL!

Auf Wiedersehen,

Count Heinrich Von Kleist (Jr.)


(the cd version on the Garden Of Earthly Delights label is available via; www.forcedexposure.com)

Where's Jake Rivera When You Need The Man.....Mors Ontologica's 'Don't Cry' LP

Mike Rep's got about a good've set of ears as I know, so when he sends us a record for perusal, we respectfully peruse. The guy's credentials are right on, whether it's on the topic of the Quota's, Vertical Slit, the 'Propeller' lp, Times New Viking, you just can't say enough. It's the stuff of legend & not just in his mirrors. But there's also the side to Mike that will honestly tell you that Nico was great right up till that last bike ride, or that Lou Reed might "still surprise us". Sentimental? No doubt, but the man believes & while I don't share his Quixotic notions I'll still give him props for holdin on. I suspect this was the side of him that wanted me to hear this debut lp by Mors Ontologica called 'Don't Cry'. Why the hunch? 'Cause if I didn't know better I'd guess the record was 30 yrs old if it was a day. Mors Ontologica chug out gravel throated, sax fueled, mid tempo rock that's aggressive in a pre dawn punk sort of way, not unlike the halcyon sounds of earlier fellow staties such as Rubber City Rebels, Bizzaros, Tin Huey or Numbers Band. Challenging but not in your face. Not yet anyways. If I close my eyes when this is playin I can still count the mile markers on 77 between Cleveland & Akron, the smell of molten rubber flarin in my nostrils. A room full've flared jeans, down vests, earth shoes & feathered hair comes flashin back. And them's the girls! Not the most pleasant of memories, but what the hell? Somebody was pushin the envelope. And it was fun. Then. I don't know that I need a reconstruction now but I appreciate the spirit emanating out've of 'Don't Cry'. It's challenging-again-but this time there's plenty of water under the bridge w/many swimmin holes to choose from. I ain't the same hopper I once was, fuelled on Black Label & Marlboro's, boogie'n down to aggressive strains of forward motion barroom rock. But maybe this is the current that floats your boat. Mike Rep's got his skipper's hat cocked at a jaunty angle & is on board w/Mors Ontologica. And while we obviously saunter w/2 different set've sea legs I'll have to agree w/his cabinboy on this; he might not always be right, but he's never wrong. Toot, toot, thar she blows!
(contact Mors Ontologica at; mors@vssrecords.com & ask for their limited edition cd while your there)

School's Out Completely.....Violent Students 'Street Banger' cd/ep

A long layoff I know, but it couldn't be helped. The saying goes "absence makes the heart grow fonder" so let's see about that. How's come I was shutdown? John Law, that's how come! I got pinched in some sting operation transportin liquor (3 cases of almond tequila) from Delaware across to Pennsylvania. I know'd that PA has a hardon for such activities, so imagine my suprise when I got pulled over by Delaware statey's & was asked to show the contents of my trunk. I couldn't believe it. So I was taken in, processed, made my phone call & then went directly before the judge what sentenced me to 30 days in the hole. But it weren't no regular jail. This was more like some experiment, they called it a concentration camp. Seriously! No, not like them one's the Nazi's had, this was a real concentration camp where all you'd do is ponder-and be reminded- about the raw hand you was dealt. It was like one of them Quaker penetentiary's in the olden days, but w/jello & tuna fish."Think, Woodbe, concentrate, con-cen-trate" the omnipresent guard would bellow all day long, "what error in judgement put you here? Admit the truth & the truth will set you free"! Error in judgement...fuck that guy! I thought alot, that's for sure, thought about all then delicious RJ's* I wasn't drinkin on account of bein locked up in a hillbilly nuthouse. This shit was harshin my mellow somethin fierce! Then this past Saturday the cell door opened & I heard a voice over the loudspeaker say "Roland Woodbe you are now free to move about the country". Corny I know, but that is the wit of America's 1st state. Outside the "prison walls" (basically a cyclone fence. The camp wasn't nothin more than a converted Tower Records shop either. I didn't notice when they put me in cause it was night. Talk about funny.) there was Miriam waitin w/a hired limo & dressed to kill. Bein the thinkin lady she is, they'd 1st swung down to Maryland & picked up a case of the contraband hooch for some celebratin up Fishtown way. I don't remember the ride back at all as we was busy w/our own version of the Kama Sutra there in that spacious backseat (if you's know what I mean). Once we was delivered home, I noticed somethin nailed into the front door. Behind a note readin "welcum bakkk" (it appeared to be written in snot & smeared across the paper w/a finger) was this here Violent Students cd. How'd they know? I looked over to Miriam & she just shrugged her shoulders. Well hell boys, thanks alot! Now we had somethin to play while we slung our drinks. And man was it ever an appropriate soundtrack for democracy, freedom & cocktails. Listenin to the crunch 'n gutterous thud of 'Street Banger' (not to mention a few belts into the 'Mr H'* action) I got to thinkin; what if Oscar Goldman had decided to spend that six million dollars turnin Steve Austin into a human cement truck? Garglin all that gravel, limestone & concrete mix in slow motion woulda sounded alot like the sub industro-metal ejaculate spewed out durin 'Flying Priest'. And who wouldn't want to see a remake of Godzilla vs. Mothra but w/Highrise & Boy Dirtcar dukin it out in them roles this time? I would! And by the sound of things on here, so would Violent Students. On this ep these guys have got a tiger by the tail. And when I say tiger, I mean as in Tiger Tank. And where does a Tiger Tank rumble? Anywhere it fuckin wants! You know that scene in Frankenstein where the monster picks up the girl & throws her in the lake? It's alot like that, except now it's a Tiger Tank runnin over Mecht Mensch in a wheelchair flattin them to bits. Next time you play their 'Acceptance' ep, imagin hearin it comin from 'the other side' & mangled almost beyond comprehension. Or just buy the Violent Student's 'Street Banger' cd ep instead. Same difference but this time the warts are genital. Dig it, it's not just the toad that's off the hook on this one. Buy & behold.
(contact http://www.aquariusrecords.org/ or email richie.charles@gmail.com for further info)

* The RJ (aka "The Mr. H"); a cocktail named after the actor, Robert Wagner. Wagner claims no knowledge of the drink, hence it's origin & inventor remain unknown. Recipe as follows;
1/2 oz almond tequila
3/4 oz medori liqueur
a splash of orange juice
a spash of lime juice

1-fill a cocktail shaker with ice.
2- add tequila, medori, orange & lime juice to blend & chill.
3-strain into a old-fashion or martini glass.
4-garnish with orange twist.

(Supposedly this was what William Holden was quaffin back when he gashed his head on the side of a nightstand & bled to death in Nov. of 1981. So remember; DRINK RESPONSIBLY).

Everybody Loves.....'Shakedown' Compilation CD

Since we was just harpin about goins on in the land down under, now's as good a time as any to keep it up. To reiterate, the Aussie Punk basket has been spilling over w/steaming eggs of greatness since the inception of said genre & if you weren't there at ground zero when any one of the immortal platters was unleashed on a pickle-eyed public, there have been many upon many compilations released so's to catch up & be astounded by such a sharp 'n dapper output. For instance, the two 'Murder Punk' volumes & the 'Can't Stop It! one are indispensable as cream skimmers for both the deranged & detuned. Then just when you'd thought they'd covered it all came a Bloodstains entry ponyin up w/some very curious omissions that was as bewilderin as they was breathtakin, especially the entries by Just Urbain (aka Section Urbane), Young Identities & Bodysnatchers. Seems these bands was all from Brisbane & was buried in the shadows of Radio Birdman & the like, but their brand of D.I.Y. halitosis was the breath of severity I'd been looking for. After some investigatin & favor callin I come to find out all these bands was on a label called Savage Music/Shake Music & any of the records I'd be wantin weren't likely to come around anytime soon. Then I got an email from Rich Stanley at Dropkick informin me that his label had flogged together a cd compilation entitled 'Shakedown; Original Brisbane Punk 1979-83'. On it was everything from the Savage/Shake discography, meanin all the cuts by Just Urbain, Young Identities, Bodysnatchers & most've a cassette release from a band called Kicks. What can I tell you? Wrappin my brain around the sheer awesomeness of this collection is staggering. It easily ranks at the top as one of the all time BEST of ANY label comp, but also matches up completely w/the whole of the Messthetics/H2D series which is one tall order if you's ask me. Granted, after a while the Kicks tracks start to resemble a bridge over the river Goth, connecting Bauhaus to Ronald Koal & The Trillionaires but I'm usually so blown away by then it don't matter. Readin the liners & stats, you realize that if you wasn't from Brisbane-or in one of the bands-chances are you'd never come across any of these records. Pressed in runs from 100-300 they wasn't gettin anywhere fast & didn't really give a shit to begin with. These was for the fried 'n few & if you didn't dig it, fuck you anyways. What they turn hands for nowadays who knows, but Dropkick has solved that dilemma for those of us not married into money or inheritors of trust funds. Like I said, great recollections from label honchos David Holiday & Peter Miller (both of whom was in Just Urbain) some photos, plus a track listing that won't quit, really just an incredible assortment of crud that I'd reckon most folks had no idea existed. If you've ever wondered what it would take to connect Door And The Window to Mentally Ill, here's your blueprint Franklin. Bottoms up.

(contact; http://www.dropkick.com.au/)

Viva La Rock & Roll.....Eddy Current Suppression Ring's 'S/T' CD

The (punk) rock action of Australia is so timelessly formidable that's it's no surprise that a band such as Eddy Current Suppression Ring would call the continent home. Personally I've always preferred the rampant insanity of groups like the Birthday Party over the rote inanity of Radio Birdman & when the old Saint's vs. Laughing Clowns debate rears it's head I'm firmly in the latter's camp, though I have yet to fall asleep (EVER!) while listenin to the 1st Saints lp. Not that none of that has a thing to do w/ECSR. They don't sound like any've the above. Rather, as debut launches go, ECSR seem to comet along the same vaporous galaxy as Th' Faith Healers 'L' & Alternative TV's 'The Image Has Cracked' which if you'd ask me, ain't a bad (imaginary) pedigree. I'd even throw a nod towards countrymen (& fellow Melbournians) the Sick Things too, seein as how they was ATV fans once upon a time. And while this debut ain't expellin the same toxic bile as found on the 'Sound Of Silence' comp, you can be sure ECSR holds'em in high regard nonetheless. How could they not? This cd (also available on lp format) follows three 7"ers that I was unaware of but am eager to investigate forthwith. I don't know what I'll find there, but the blat on this eponymous full length release is so disparate from the run-of-the-mill punkabee's congesting the US scene that I can't imagine bein disappointed. There's a reason why I counted this as one of the best of '06. Cause it was! Check'em out at http://www.ecsr.com.au/ or www.myspace.com/eddycurrentsuppressionring
& if you can tell me the time (& fur) don't fly, I'll gladly chop off your head for inspection.

(For label contact write; www.dropkick.com.au)

Common Sense Ain't So Common.....Siltblog's 'Best Of' 2006

I ain't one much for Best Of list's but at least it's a plug for some & a shout-out to others. I guess I could've been more in depth about these choices but I'm already runnin late (we're goin to Bolivia for the New Year's) & it ain't brain surgery (at least not yet) so fuck it. I got a plane to catch. My apologies to anyone I missed whoever you are.



Some CD's;

Meatus Murder-More Songs About Balling & Food
Chris Corsano-The Young Cricketeer
Kousokuya-Live At Minor
Country Teasers-Empire Strikes Back
Paeces-Otherroomly Soundtrack
xxNo Barbequexx-Sunshine Of Your Love
Eddy Current Suppression Ring-S/T
Solar Anus-Skull Alcoholic (dbl)

Some Vinyl;

Pink Reason-S/T 7"
Donna Parker-Debutante Lp
Evil- A True Untimely Atrocity 10"
Homo Stupids-Brutal Birthday 7"
Las Malas Amistades-Jardin Interior 3x7"
Clockcleaner-Missing Dick 7"
Hank IV-3rd Person Shooter Lp
Sapat-Tongue-Tied & Staid 7"
Psychedelic Horseshit-Who Let The Dogs Out? 7"
Sun City Girls-Djinn Funnel Lp
Nothing People-Twinkie Defense 7"
Major Stars-Syntoptikon Lp
Circle-Arkades Lp

Cassette's;

Blues Control-Riverboat Styx
Violent Students-Bitchy Woman
Hole Class-A Glimpse Of Hole Class
The Captain & Shaquille-Blood Bath & Beyond
The Pigeons-River Surfer (dbl)


Label's;

Vinyl-On-Demand
Sublime Frequencies
Intransitive Recordings
S-S


Live;

Times New Viking
Country Teasers
Clockcleaner
Hank IV
Endless Boogie

See ya next year!

The Black Plastic Sound.....Psychatrone Rhonedakk's 'Disturbs The Air' CD

A belated Merry Christmas to all the readers out there. I hope it was fun & festive. Ours was spent up to Bethlehem, PA as the "guest's" of Mr. & Mrs. Clifford Knowtes, old (now ex) friends of mine from the Camp Century days. It weren't a traditional invite, more like a plea for help disguised as one. "You just have to come. You must, I will not take no for an answer" was the message on the voice mail. "And bring Miriam too, absolutely. Would you mind terribly if we impressed both your services for preparing Christmas dinner? I thought not. That's the spirit! Don't worry, we'll have everything here you'll need. I'll send a car down early Friday to pick you up. Report directly to the kitchen on your arrival, I mean, it will be so nice to see you both! Cheers Roland, Cheers Miriam, see you soon".
And so our dye was cast. By the way, Miriam is MG's 1st name. That's right, Miriam, Miriam Webster. Up till now I didn't want to get her implicated on this blog, but considerin the situation, it can't be helped. She & Cliff ain't never got along. He think's she's a pedantic know-it-all, she think's he's a lazy neophyte. But I see the goodness in both of'em. Or did. So yeah, we went up there & knocked out one helluva Xmas dinner; baked oysters, roast duck, plum pudding, a mulled wine...it was like something outta Dickens & the fuckers were just about as stingy too. It weren't but a few minutes after we was done w/the dishes & polishin the silver when some fella come in & said, 'your car is ready'. No after dinner drinks, no thank you's, goodbye's or leftovers,nothin! We was shown the door & driven out into the night as though we was banished servants. I was fit to be tied. I shoulda known. Cliff Knowtes was always looking for the cheap & easy way to go. And I played us right into it. As we was drivin down 309 on our way back I was recountin the story to our driver, York. He didn't seem too suprised by it all & I don't wonder why. Probably happens all the time. Like myself, York was a bit of a philosopher so when I seen his eyes lookin at me in the rear view mirror, all sympathetic as he pronounced "that's life" to our plight, I knew he understood. The he got to tellin us how he kept himself sane while surrounded by all the pettiness & backstabbin; ambient music. Specifically an artist know as Psychatrone Rhonedakk. He asked if I'd ever heard him. I felt myself tense up a bit at the question. See, I had heard some of his stuff a few yrs back & didn't take to it at all. But I thought better of tellin the truth & said 'No'. With that, York put in a cd called 'Disturbs The Air' & said 'check this out & tell me what you think'. So for the next howeverlongittook to get back to the Fishtown we listened in silence to the dark droning world of Psychatrone Rhonedakk. And I gotta tell ya, it was far out! I can't say what it was that had put me off his stuff them yrs before, but as we slipped through the rain 'n fog enveloped in his murky trance, I couldn't have been any happier than if I was home. There was alot workin & it seemed to come at us from all sides. I heard moments where I'd have swore it was DG 307 & others when it sounded like it could be some bizarre genius on the Limelight or Mainstream label.There was a little bit of Todd Clark & AK Process in the mix too. He even does a Warren Zevon cover & reworks it into an ominious fugue that recalls something off've Roxy Music's 'For Your Pleasure' more than anything by an excitable boy in dancing school. Overall it was decidedly atmospheric & in all likelihood I'd have probably never given it a chance if it was somethin I was to play at the house but that's why fate is so important. So I got hustled into workin Christmas by a shitbag & his wife. That's the hand I was dealt. But in the end it was really a setup for the wildcard (& moral of the story) which was Psychatrone Rhonedakk. Here I am writin up someone I'd written off all because of a ripoff & sendup that I shoulda been smart enough to see through. It was all an elaborate plot so's I could make good on my initial dumbheadedness w/the dismissal of Psychatrone Rhonedakk & his work. So while I didn't get to feast on no duck, I sure got myself plenty of crow to digest. One of these days I'll find them other cd's of his I got & see what I missed, & when that happens, I'll build a car to drive'em around, but for now, I'm content to just glide along w/'Disturbs The Air' as my sonic navigator through his DIY solar system. Contact http://www.summerstepsrecords.com/ for more info.

S.H.I.T.P.O.P. 2006.....Times New Viking/Psychedelic Horseshit Split 7" EP

Last post was concernin the Times New Viking/Psychedelic Horseshit current 'No Xmas' tour & what to do about it, as in.....GO SEE THEM. Up till now the 10 little dimes they's collected's only amounted to a wet, wrinkled dollar but sometimes that's all it takes to make a dream come true in New York City. Tonight's show at Cake Shop is definitely TNV's final EC outing of this year, but might also be the last time anyone see's them in these parts shiverin in their flimsy Siltbreeze t-shirts. Word has it that a Matador ensemble of matching beret's & scarf's have been ordered. The band claims that they have indeed been fitted for said attire & are excited to don the garish foppery asap but are holding out for pink Vespa's + a sidecar (for gear carryin purposes) to sweeten the pot. Wait, did I just say pot? That reminds me, they.......
Anyway, last post also mentioned a split "tour only" ep that perked the ears of some West Coasties. Their question was, 'is it true?' The answer is yes, as true as any of the truths that have ever been tittered on this testimonial. The Times New Viking side is a hot preview from their forthcoming 'Presents The Paisley Reich' (cd) release; 3 songs-including one track ripped from/inspired by half of a Half Japanese cover-that will no doubt continue to have the glossy compnoscenti spilling verbiage about comparisons to Pavement or Guided By Voices simply because they can't "accurately" reference (let alone ever heard) the Clean or Axemen. But it's all good, right? Psychedelic Horseshit's contrib continues to pile up the no-fi ante, tipplin towards the Axemen side of the coin; smearin, slashin both spleen 'n strings in the grand tradition of Bob Cardy & Stevie McCabe so expertly that if I didn't know better I'd have figured these tracks was culled from a Sleek Bott cassette. If this comparison sounds foreign to you, that's cause it is. We can't all be from God's Country. It's high time some of ya learned that. Wait, did I just say high? What in the hell is.......


This split 7" is available (if not now, soon) via http://www.midheaven.com/ or contact either band through their MySpace pages (sorry, you'll have to look those up yourself. I'm goin to bed!).
Don't be afraid to ask for the handcolored one's either.

Yes Virginia, There Is A Appomattox Courthouse, I mean, SANTA CLAUS.....Times New Viking/Psychedelic Horseshit Live! Last 2 Dates! Go See'em!!

Times New Viking & Psychedelic Horseshit got the bright idea to do a small tour of the near South & East Coast the week right before Christmas. And it has been about as hostile & inhospitable of a folly than it deserves. And so w/a couple of cancelled gigs, the little army of six decided to bivouac at my place for the past few days. Nice people's one & all. You can always learn from your houseguests, especially if they's in band's. For instance, up until today, I never knew what the inside of a cigarette filter smells like or that an entire floor of a building could replicate said aroma but that's what I got goin on now. You'd have thought they was all smokin clones devised by Phillip Morris in a 'Boys From Brazil' sorta way. They huff 'n puff them butt's like they was a life force.It's an eye burnin, sneeze inducin fog that won't lift. I was thinkin about leavin some bleach out to kill the stench but I'm afraid one of'em would drink it (they'll do just about anything to catch a buzz, especially the one called Jor-el, or Jarrod). They's went down to Baltimore yesterday for a skirmish at Talking Head & come back about 4am all the more worse for the wear. There's gear missin, eye-glasses what's been lost, toes broken & on top of all that, they didn't even get paid! I tell ya, listenin to the tales of woe & seein them all in various states of fatigue, anger & bewilderment, they's like a ragtag band of Confederate ruffians tryin to scavenge the landscape in the early days of April, 1865. And every time I open the door to the downstairs parlor-what w/the odor've forced heat blowin stale smoke,ripe socks, etc.-& see their bloated bodies wheezin & coughin as they sleep, it's about a close to a Matthew Brady repro of Antietam as I want in the here & now. But while's they might be bloodied, they remain unbowed & the last 2 shows will no doubt prove to be the dingers of this, uh, "campaign". Grey thumbs or not. So fans, enlist now! Here's where;

TONIGHT
Weds.
12/20/06
Philadelphia, PA
TRITONE BAR
1508 South Street

Times New Viking
Home Blitz
Psychedelic Horseshit

*

FRIDAY
12/22/06
New York City, NY
CAKE SHOP
152 Ludlow St

Times New Viking
Psychedelic Horseshit
Clockcleaner

And don't forget to ask for (& buy) the new tour only split 7" ep, limited to idon'tknowhowmany copies. They can't eat'em. Maybe you can.

A Huffy By Any Other Name.....Top Ten List for 12/14/06

Why is it that the people's who nowaday's want to know so much about Desperate Bicycles is also the one's that ride'em? Ever notice that? Ponderous, ain't it?

Here's a play list for the past half hour;

Smelly Feet-Toe Tapping Songs 7" ep

American Gorilla-Forsaking All Others/Masters Of War 7"

Usch-LTO 7"ep

The Moodists-Gone Dead/Chad's Car 7"

TVP's-I Know Where Syd Barrett Lives/Magnificent Dreams 7" (Japanese Pressing)

Tom & Marty Band-New Wave Twist 7" ep

25 Cents-Y The Wich/Don't Decieve Me 7"

The One Takes-Extended Play 7" ep

Front-System/Queen's Mafia 7"

The Sleepers-Seventh World 7" ep

If You Can't Stand The Heat, How About Freezing To Death As An Option?.....Flaming Fire's 'When The High Bell Rings' CD

This here blog is my job as any readers out there in Readerland already knows. And because of my opinionatin, this blog has gained a modicum of interest, so's it seems to me that if promo's come, they oughta be mine, correct? And it also seems logical (to I) that some stuff should arrive bearin my name for my perusal. That's happened a few times lately & a certain someone started cavortin around w/the BF ('Bitch Face'). That was until he heard'em. Then it was all smiles 'n laughs as though he'd dodged a bullet. What a douche! Granted for the most part it ain't been a problem as there ain't many promo's arrivin. For that, everyone here at Siltbreeze & Siltblog (both of us) says THANK YOU. Sure, we's glad to get the good one's. Even the bad one's that the hipster's can't see through makes for lunch money. But then there's one what shows up & you come to the glarin realization of what a shit encrusted business the music industry is. For instance, bingo!, this here's that came by Flaming Fire. I ain't sure I can parley the utter uselessness of it's existence. How about an equation like; Reesa & The Rooters plus Picasso Trigger divided by The Tubes & there you go. Better yet, the "lost" Waitresses lp on Load! Or how about if Six Flags, Taco Bell & Red Bull were looking to mount a travelling production for the Punk version of Meatloaf's 'Bat Out Of Hell'..... I've got the cast they's lookin for right here! I know what your thinking & your right. It's worse. They gotta website to see for yourself at: http://www.flamingfire.com/
or just wait for the article in Blender that's sure to appear soon enough. For you local's that want a taste, in about 5 minutes I'm gonna drop this into the trashcan at Girard & Frankford, so if you's is ridin by on your ironic bike, feel free to "comp" this into the pocket of your vintage coat on the way to the coffeeshop so you can sit outside in the rain & smoke. And to the promo department of Silly Bird I say, thanks a latte. For nothing. There's only one Arthur in this town & it ain't Treacher's (RIP), so save them promo stamps to address to US when you got somethin GOOD to hawk. Like ol' Ken Franklin used to say "It's a cold world out there sometimes. Particularly when you've got no spark".

Ain't it the truth?

Message In A Blotter.....Hototogisu+Burning Star Core's 'Volume One' CD

MG's lil sister Buzzy was here not far back at Thanksgiving & boy she sure has gone 'n growed up. But other than strikin a nice figure, I couldn't see any difference. At first. She's still prone to just sit there & give you the long distance stare all through the day & never has been much for talkin. But after we'd done went to bed it was a different story. Up all night she'd be, checkin out our various cd's & records, havin a whale of time by the sound of things. In the mornings I'd ask her what it was she'd been listenin to & she'd just giggle, eat some oatmeal, bat her eyes & giggle some more.If you know Buzzy then you'll know that this retard bit is a coin toss. Is it an act or is it real? I've learned not to let it dwell. Just take it on the chin. So we finally got her back on the bus home the other day & as I was cleanin up the guest room I found some journal she'd left behind. Most of it was filled with letters what was never sent, drawin's of mythical beasts, basically, the usual.And then I come across this entry & had a laugh. I was gonna review the cd myself but I think ol' Buzzy got the drop on me w/this one. I still ain't sure if she's runnin on a full tank mentally, but she seems to know a thing or two about a thing or two. An idiot savant perhaps? There ain't no way I could ever say somethin like that to MG or her folks, they'd kill me! All's they'd hear was the idiot part & my goose would be cooked. So's I'm gonna run it here for you's to decide. Like I said, it's got legs, but I may be bias seein as how she's family 'n all. Well, almost.

11/26/06 3:30am

Wow, Roland sure has a lot of music. My sister told me he was a total geek when it came to records & cd's but this is amazing. There's so much cool stuff. I guess if you have a blog then you get free shit. I want a blog! I would do mine like a diary or something. Make it more intimate and warm. Not cold & mean like Roland's. I basically like people even if I can't stand the sight of them. What would be my 1st review? How about this cd by Hototogisu + Burning Star Core. It looks rad!

11/26/06 3:38am
Wow, this is going to be good I can just tell. It's like industrial psychedelia! The only drag is that I don't think the drummer's much of an improviser. He's beating that snare like one of those windup monkey toys with the cymbals. He needs to be more organic, like Andrea Centazzo, and less intrusive, like John Bonham. I think he's the same guy in Hair Police. Roland says they are like Harry Pussy lite. I think that is funny. I'm always giving my Dad a hard time about listening to Aerosmith for the same reason. I'm like 'Dad, don't you have some shitty Rolling Stones records that are better than this"? He always says that what the Budweiser's for but he says that about alot of things. I hate Budweiser.

11/26/06 4:08am
Wow, now it sounds like a convergence of angels. But not Heavenly angels, rather, Angels of Satan. I was reading a magazine called Bananafish that I found lying around & it had an interview w/this guy Spencer that's on this cd. He was talking about how he was classically trained and preparing for conservatory and perhaps a career w/a orchestra or something but he decided to leave the light and embrace the darkness. Like Lucifer did. I know a few people that if I played this for them they would think they were trapped in some sort of sonic, aural Hell. Speaking of which, if this Spencer guy is still living in Cincinnati, then he's closer to Lucifer than he knows. Talk about a Hell on earth! I think I'd be mad too.

11/26/06 4:25am
Wow, what exactly is a Hototogisu? It is like a Hototoginsu, like a special knife? Would it be a knife for carving sound? What would a sound knife look like? Would it look like a Hototogisu or a Hototoginsu? Where do these people come up with these names? They must be really smart.

11/26/06 4:28am
Wow, this little pin just fell out of the cd case! It's a pin with the face of Marcia Bassett on it. It's just like her picture on the cover of the cd, only bigger. The resemblance is uncanny, it's almost exactly the same. Now that is intense. Not to mention psychedelic. I think I'm starting to see trails too. Killer.

11/26/06 4:50am
Wow, I think I nodded off there for a sec. This cd is soothing yet punishing. It sort of reminds me of that line from that one Hellraiser movie where the pinface guy says "Your suffering will be legendary. Even in Hell"! In a way I could see this music as a soundtrack for a horror movie. I guess. Maybe a colonial horror movie with Genesis P-Orridge as an evil George Washington. Or Martha Washington. Or both! Woah, that's a creepy thought. It could work, that's the really scary part. Is this cd great or what?

11/26/06 5:06am
Wow, that cd was neat. It's not even over yet. Or maybe it started all over again. Whatever, I have to go to bed. It's going to be great for that. It's like my ears are ringing after a night of mutilating cattle or listening to my parents scream at each other about all the empty Budweiser cans my Dad has strewn all over the house. I bet if we had this Hototogisu + Burning Star Core cd at my house, the place would be a lot cleaner, especially if I threatened my folks with it every waking minute of the day.Or maybe I should just move out. That's a good idea too. I'll have to sleep on it.
Okay, good night!

http://www.dronedisco.com/

What's The Difference Between Another Noise Rock Band & A Bucket Of Shit?.....Howlin Magic's S/T Cd

It wasn't all that long ago when somebody asked for a moratorium on bands usin the name 'Wolf' as a callin card. There is a bunch of'em
too, most as sad & borin as the day is long. This year Howlin was the name that caught on. Howlin this & Howlin that. 2006, the year Howlin broke....funny ain't it? Okay it's not. It's sad. Sad 'cause none of the Howlin bands I heard really howled. Whined maybe, rocked a little, stomped around. No howlin though & not all that convincin to my ears. But the name's trendy & carries a certain cache I reckon. I'm just waitin for some dumb duck's to come along & call themselves Howlin Wolf, thinkin that they's bein original. Mark my words, it'll happen. Probably come out on Sub Pop too, who'll put a spin on it & have it wreakin of irony. Some dud at Pitchfork will pick it up & run with it &...... gettin depressed? Hold on, I ain't even wrote nothin about Howlin Magic yet!
Listenin to the Howlin Magic cd, my 1st thought was that K-Tel came back in business. You know, cashin in on the New Weird America scene. Howlin Magic got all the moves & noises down pat, the results of which are as sterile as an operatin room. The guitars squall-just like their supposed to-the drums thud w/feral intentions, there's lot's of obligatory extraneous "found" crap, on the whole the thing is sufficiently "gnarly". On top of that, the artwork & layout is so incredibly lame that if I didn't know better I'd have thought it was the work of somebody w/a bone to pick takin the piss, you know, like the Pork Dukes. Stoic believers in the New Weird America bible live by a mantra that all noise is cool, so if they's butterin your bread, this is essential. I mean it has to be, cause it sounds just like everybody else. If this was a cdr I wouldn't have even bothered, but somebody's went & started a label w/this shit, got themselves a barcode & everything. Couldn't they have just saved that money & gone to law school instead? I guess that don't have the same resonance of cool down to the Tonic or Pink Pony or wherever. But hey, if bands could sue for blatant thievery, the brain-trust at Azul Discografia would know the error of their decision. If this is what's passin for Pollander All Fruit in the scene right now then alls I gotta say is make mine w/jelly!
And before I forget,the answer is-the bucket.
Your welcome.

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