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MINCEFRIELMEATDANORTENSPEED 7"

2011-01-20T21:35:00.000-08:00

THIS IS AT THE PRESSING PLANT:

IT IS BEING PRESSED IN AN EDITION OF 300 ON SKY BLUE VINYL.
LIFE IS NICE!

2010 WAS AN ENTIRE YEAR LONG:

2010-12-28T12:52:00.000-08:00

IN MY OPINION THE BEST RECORDED MUSIC OF 2010:::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::

M AX NOI MACH "IN THE SHADOWS" LP

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THE BEST long playing record of 2010. Having been lucky enough to see M ax Noi Mach perform these tracks all over the place over the course of the past year(s) or so I can very safely say that this record is the PERFECT encapsulation of R. Francisco's music, prose and aesthetic universe. Dark beats. Dark words. Dark shit man. If I were to give an adequate review as to how this record plays from start to finish I would simply say "fully realized". I have been paying close attention to all of M Ax Noi Mach's output via both his poetry and his recordings that show up dropped off by a creepy thug in a shiny Flyer's jacket on my doorstep here and there from time to time. All of Rob's work hints gloriously at what this LP fully realizes from its filthy pushing opening beat. SO GOOD.

In trying to do it justice I would have to say that this is the soundtrack to the fight that your dick dad made you get into when you were young. This long player is the imagined vision of what should have popped into your head the first time you got punched in the face and punched back.

You have outdid yourself mang.

BUY IT HERE

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WEB BOG

2010-08-06T14:54:00.000-07:00

::::::: C.H.U.D.L.I.F.E.U.P.D.A.T.E.W.E.B. BOG

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IT HAS BEEN ÆONS

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:::: ERNEST GARY GYGAX

2008-04-16T17:22:00.000-07:00

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We lost one of the best ones ever in early March, the 4th to be exact. Without E. Gary Gygax, there would not have been a lot of things that I find personally important to my growth and interest. His legacy and influence is massive and equally as important.

::::Stuff is Amazing! Thanks!

2008-04-15T22:08:00.000-07:00

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ANTRHO REX:

Is the RADDEST DUDE EVER. Is the dude that ormolycka dude, synt.tofs did a split tape with. BUT WAAAAAAAAY MORE THAN JUST THAT! Anthro Rex hails from Lynn, Massachusetts, Lynn? Lynne? I have not been there, yet, so I can't be sure of the spelling, yeah I don't have gooogle. The tape of question here is the newest slab of tape on SHORTY! an amazing new bass farts and dumb dancing label run by jelle crama and leiven of bread and animals and puik and zeikzak and a million million trillion other completely glorious things out of Antwerpen, Belgium.

So, Anthro Rex, there is nowhere to begin other than by stating, as always, find all media that you can and suck it all dry for its golden wisdom in the form of music and wit and a funnel for popular culture and suggested imagery and reference. Wit with bass. I was introduced to the genius that is this dude by way of a CDr titled "Goth Sluts, Jeep Beats and Jeff Foxworthy" released by breakingworldrecords a few years back.

Listening to A.REX for the first time was like taking that maiden voyage into the wealth of genius that is Spinal Tap for the first time. Only through A. Rex it was in the form of a person that I just got to hang out with for a few days straight and have the raddest talks about the most and least important things on the planet for hours. True relation love, only if it were closer than always on the other side of the country or planet or state or what have you. This work spoke directly too me and the person who made it and I got along immediately for that reason.

Full of ass class and sass and bass or ass claps, perfect ass claps that make you just smile, real big. The overall delivery and presentation and concept of this project is super rad in every way, in all its variation. It is as simple as that. Anthro has been active for a few good long years now and has not yet ventured super far from the New England perimeters that are his home. He plays in and belongs to several other projects that you know or should know that are different and equally amazing in every way. Greyskull, DefNeg, and blah blah blah are a notable few of many and he is a huge part of the driving force behind breakingworldrecords.

The A.REX SHORTY! tape starts out with a vocal spazzmogram that lulls and chuncks its way into some twisted up and killer booed forth dark dancing 90s R & B glub glub. It takes you there, and in an especially special crusty way, asks you to hang out in a musical place where we all belong anyhow, it doesn't always ask nicely though. Once I am in the realm of anything remotely Tony! Toni! Tone! I pretty much do not want to leave. Ever, or at least until my sweatpants are too drenched with sweat to be able to safely dance anymore, and/or are too drenched with sweat that they fall down under the pressure of their own sweaty weight.

Thus is the work of one of the worlds true hidden gems. Doing completely amazing stuff forever and getting why he is doing it and doing it for all the right reasons. Mostly to make himself smile and to make people like you and me smile. His stuff speaks volumes, whether it be in the form of music, writing, visual arts or farts, it speaks pure volumes. Like a sunbeam of rainbow vomit through a huge cloud on a gloomy cartoon day.

Anthro is the type of person who should be in charge of something really large and "important", other than the aforementioned things that he contributes his wisdom and creativity to that are large and important in my eyes. I am thinking more of something like the Time Warner AOL conglomerate or something akin to that that is equally as far reaching mass culture/media wise, no offense Dan, I mean this in the most positive and heartfelt of ways and I only wish the world worked that way for all of our sakes.

Love at first anything, maybe it was being allowed to sleep in his and George's spare toy|game room where they kept all their M.U.S.C.L.E.S. Or maybe more especially the Hulk performance that was only described to me in typed words. I'm forever smitten, in the capacity of admiration and hopefully lasting friendship.

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ALAS... SHORTY! tapes and disco bar :

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Thus far the only releases I have by this amazing new unit of tape distributors | glory distributors are the above, Synt.Tofs/Anthro.Rex split cassingle and the Stroheim tape. There are two others, FRAK (the dude who runs Börft and a cohort, from my old neighborhood in Sweden, Helsingborg across from Helsingør, Hamlet land.), and a BOCCACIO MIXWEAPON CD.CD. Those are both really good, I can safely say that without having heard them yet.

STROHEIM - are the worlds gift to Acid? is that the appropriate category? Or is it more probably just super rad punk people making amazingly even more rad dance music. This cassingle is more danceable than anything Rufus and Chaka Khan ever accomplished, maybe not Rufus solo, but definitely Rufus and Chaka Khan. This is that tape you bring when bringing a boom box to a bonfire BBQ, drinking a cool mexican beer or pinà colada slurpee, having a taco whilst stripping down to your short shorts and whirling your shirt above your head stuff, this is that kind of "dance music". I think I wrote "acid" because I have a tape from a long time ago called "This is Acid" and this is like a compendium volume to that tape that IS assuredly titled ACID. Shorty! is on to something really rad. This tape and the Anthro Rex \ Synt.Tofs tape, and the Frak, Mixweapon stuffs that I have yet to hear are proof of this.

Retarded dance music done by rad people.

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GENE WILDER the author...?
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Did you know that Gene Wilder writes books? I didn't either, thanks to the Oakland Public Library I now do.
I sucked dry "Kiss Me Like a Stranger" The first? of his three? I think 3, books that I have gotten my hands on. And not a moment too soon, he just gave a talk and signed his latest book: "The Woman Who Wouldn't" at the breathtakingly memorable Castro Theater in SF last month along with a screening of three films, guess which, or just look it up on the interweb. Kiss Me LIke a Stranger is truly genuine and a perfect invitation into who Gene Wilder, born Jerry Silberman, IS, truly and to his amazingly sincere core. A super revealing memoir, that is selfish and sensitive and sincere and super good for all of those reasons. A very thoughtful and innocent, as you may assume that he would be given how he generally plays out his sense of humor on the screen. It was nice to feel close to this amazing dude by reading his thoughts and experiences in his own words. I would highly recommend this book to anyone who liked to smile, or think about Young Frankenstein. Spoiler alert! He didn't get along all too well offscreen, or didn't really hang out at all with Richard Pryor, it seems Gene didn't do much cocaine though linked to Pryor and married to Gilda Radner? Weird right?

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NILE and NEGURÀ BUNGET

Surprise! I LOVE metal, I don't know if that is entirely clear given the fact that no one who I know through this forum of sharing "really" knows me, other than a select few. But yeah, I grew up with heavy metal flowing through the real metal of my BMX into my veins, play me any MANOWAR or KING DIAMOND or JUDAS PRIEST song and I can sing you every word, I make no claims of course to be vocally equivalent to King Diamond or Halford or Eric Adams, the self-proclaimed "Ultimate Voice of Heavy Metal" but I am truly a fan of what all of them and beyond do, to my core and very genuinely. I used to be the dude who ordered you black metal records in the middle to late 90s if you bought records from Epicenter records in San Francisco... yes, I love heavy metal and all of its bRUeautiful mutations. "The Gods Made Heavy Metal... they knew that it was good!"

So... on that note, lately I have been sucked under by:

NILE

What good and interesting and "brutal" has not already been said about NILE by others who write more often on the topic of heavy stuff, totally amazing, blazingly fast, crystal-cutting accurately detailed outlines of egyptian historical events veiled in the guise of "death" metal. I am not so interested in the "death" metal aspect of their repertoire as I am in the obsession(s) contained within. NILE aside from playing 220 bpm insanely intense headbangingly radical metal are OBSESSED with ancient Egyptian history and mythology and the music, atmosphere and instruments of that period of history.

There are several songs on each of their 5 albums and several EPs that put to absolute SHAME anything that any film or other form of mass media you have ever witnessed has created in order to evoke the period of Egypt and its majestic lore. DEEEEEEEEEEP crazy sounding bone flutes, snares played by sphinxes and slaves with other bones, ect. This music is purely amazing, the metal side of the work is not bad either. SOOO fast and accurate and not dumb in its accuracy, it is just good. Simple.

Nile are totally radical nerds from South Carolina who probably met around the same time your older brother and his oily friends were playing D & D in your rompus room bumming out your religious aunt. I don't know what else to say other than to segue into

NEGURÀ BUNGET

From Romania, Transylvania, the legitimate Carpathian Forest dwellers, or probably not, but who cares. Their brand of creepy black metal and atmospheric scary soundscapes are so rad it completely does not matter at all if they are REAL TROLLS. Or human wolf hybrids who learned how to play guitars and their other range of crazy instruments by drinking the blood of ancients out of Vlad Tepes' hollowed bones. IN ANY EVENT THIS STUFF TROLLTALLY RULES!

Just a taste of their "Self Proclaimed Ideology" the, "Transcendental spirit melting the conscience in with the will of the Universe the Human Natural Nature creates the methodology of the Transylvanian Spirituality ZSLAMOLSKXISA!" Whatever that means does not matter at all once you hear the crazy bells and rhythms that you haven't heard before in black metal or otherwise as these dudes tear through some amazing stuff. SO GOOD. I don't know what to compare it to, type their name into google: or just click this NEGURÀ BUNGET. I think I love these dudes, I hope they aren't some sort of nutty anti-semites or pagan baby eaters or something more newsworthly like that, or actually, I totally don't care, the music is rad.

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Lately I have been obsessed with the idea of a...

!!!!PHIL COLLINS

tribute? should it be in the works? Well at least it is stuck in my head as a concept:

So, I am toying with the idea of doing a "ormolycka's world" tribute to one of my personal heroes, of whom there are only a few, this one is none other than THE Phil Collins. Yes, Phil Collins, of Genesis, Su su ssudio, Burglar, and lately, having followed the shameful path of Rick Moranis and mistakenly selling his soul to the ridiculously horrible modern Disney fascist regime, he is still a hero of mine nonetheless. If you don't think I am correct in feeling this way, just try to listen to "In The Air Tonight" without welling up with some sort of emotion, even if it is anger for how much you hate, or in my case, LOVE that song and every song he wrote, I feel that Phil completely deserves more acute attention from a different branch of creative musical universe.

I have this vision or dream or whatever that there can and will be some really incredible results coming out of a large group of creative people putting some energy into "covering" or re-interpreting a track that Phil Collins created. If you can express some love or hate or any emotion about Phil C. write to me and I will start to map this idea out more fully.

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LASTLY for just now... LAST WEEKEND!

I visited

THE JACK HANDEY GALLERY, San Francisco:

My brother was in town this past weekend, second weekend of April, with his wife. She studies cool newOLD medicine stylings from the east and was called up to the Bay for some new learning. It was really awesome to spend some time with my brother and even better that he got to hang out with not only me but my special lady friend, PoofFumi. Total Bonding.

As part of family bonding we decided to go and see what we mistakenly thought was a Chris Ware show at the Jack Hanley gallery space in San Francisco, just across the water from our home. The Jack Hanley gallery is located on Valencia street just by where I stumbled upon a dead body, across from the Levi Strauss building, in an alley near to 14th Street when I was 18 or thereabouts. The space is an often lauded one that is by every account the most unfriendly gallery experience that I have ever lived through personally to date, and I am now old(er) than I used to be. I am going to do my best to not come across as super negative here, because, well negativity pretty much blows, but nonetheless this experience bummed me out and I thought, what better to do than "blog" about it, since I am super into "blogging" these days.

First and foremost, I think the Chris Ware poster we saw was ancient, a show from history past, 1981?, totally kidding of course, but a bummer for us, we were all pretty jazzed to see some amazingly obsessive detail oriented incredible talent first hand. What we saw instead was work by Chris Johanson, Johansen? You probably know who he is. He likes Raymond Pettibon a lot, and rightly so, who doesn't. I hope not to isolate myself here as, "not liking" this artist, it wasn't that at all, it was a good quick walk through, nothing stopped me in my tracks though.

The important part of this tale is not the art, or the mistake we made and the inherent disappointment therein. It was the experience as a whole. I always have amazing memories, super vivid ones of the neighborhood that Jack Handey is located in, not only because of the aforementioned dead body experience, but it is just part of my teenage nostalgia era of memories. I saw Exhumed in the garbage room of a building just around the corner from where this space now sits on Halloween several years ago, one of the better shows of my formative years. BUT, this day, to put it bluntly, the experience was a TOTAL BLOW FEST, the space itself is super unassuming, which is cool, right? I think it is intentional, in order for "those who know" to feel like they are part of something that only they know about or something like that. I think that is pretty ok, nothing wrong with keeping stuff under the radar. I think though, that this space, and its clientele take it a step further, you know, that kind of aloof thing that galleries are supposed to have, the "we know what is rad", because after all that is what it is all about to showcase things you think are rad, and rightly so. I guess the bummer of it was just the feeling that was thrown out there upon entry into this secret yet public locale. The two Joni Mitchel's behind the reception desk looked super bummed out that people were actually coming in to check out the artwork, one male and one female. It was real cruddy, I mean, the only human vessel for information exchange outside of the work itself, which is the important vessel to be sure, but still some positive vibes would be super welcomed in such a venue. Instead thrown out was the coldest feeling ever, and strangely so. My brother and I walked up to the counter to look through the book that had the pricing for the work, and man, it was like we came in and smeared shit on the walls or something, total sourpusses glaring at us from behind their shared magazine. Fumi had already escaped outside after a quick saunter through the space. It was a real drag, any good feeling I might have had from the work inside was sucked out of me by the jeering looks from the gallery staff. TOTAL BUMMER SUMMER.

I guess I only write about this because. A: I really like art, and sharing it, and creating a dialog around it, and spreading my interpretation of it because it is going to be different than yours, and I was utterly confused by this weird experience. I am usually pretty in my own head in a small gallery and don't like the people who work there to harsh my art mellow or what have you, but this was the exact opposite, it was like they were super angry that we were there to see the work. Maybe they were closed? B: I was sad to see that a more celebrated gallery in what I consider to be my hometown threw out such a bad experience, maybe it was just a bad day for those two. Hopefully this isn't everyones experience, or maybe it is part of this spaces' deal? Either way, I always vote for nice people over jerks. I will go on record here though that sometimes being a jerk is necessary, I mean, if someone is being an A-hole. But this instance was completely unwarranted, maybe we looked at the art wrong?

Take that for what it is worth. I don't know what it is worth? I guess for me it won't be worth going to a little space that is uncomfortable to visit to see some hopefully amazing artwork in the near future, at least not this space. Bummer. Tell a friend to tell a friend who probably knows a friend who works there that they are making that space and the stuff within a bummer for their patrons.

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Apologies to friends whom I have not connected with since moving back to this Bay Area... I have been busy adjusting to a semi-long yet relaxing commute to Palo Alto on a daily basis and a fairly intense new working life. I began work last month, mid-week, to a fairly unusual, for myself, cast of subjects to start off a first week at a new job that was not for myself in politics or something having to do with legitimate "power". I do now know that not unlike myself the former president of Peru has a pet chinchilla. Weird stuff. Dear social life I will see you soon, as I am nearly adjusted.

HUGS.
Ormopants

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2008-02-05T20:13:00.000-08:00

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MAMMAL - lonesome.drifter CD/LP
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this release by gary b. out of america's last great wasteland is probably the best thing that happened in beat driven crusty droney blissfulnoisemetal what have you in any year, not just 2007. the songwriting, yes! songwriting on this a "noise" release is that of a musical god, it is perfect in its holding back. it is loud exactly where it is needed to be loud and pummeling and it is crusty and melodically blissfull exactly where it needs to be melodic and blissful. the beats are sparse and right there exactly where they should be. the first hiss of this grabs you by your face with one hand, bully style, and gently lectures you about how rad music should be after joking off the grabbing you in the face like a jerk. perfect in every way.

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SYNB - blanks CDr | MUCID.CUSPIDOR - plaid.metal.flannel CDr
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i do not know where to begin. this music... the world of music contained here and throughout the world of ZZPOT meerk.puffy monstrosity.brinkman farfallalllarafarell booogenstein flubb.flubb a doo is the soundtrack to every piece of music that is stuck inside of my head and will not come out until i listen to these CDs and go... ah! there it is, that is it, perfect. these two discs and the collected works of the aforementioned aliases listed and unlisted and made up are all needed to be had, and studied and lived within and hugged and fed and shared with everyone that will sit still and bare witness to what it would sound like if god knew how to make bass farts and rock loops and snurf snurfs in all the best of ways. please, hunt mat's world out and share the mythology.

i once wrote, somewhere else of mucid cuspidor: "From Texas... originally.
Consider if there was a god for a moment. This is that thing, making music like only it can."
and on SYNB and Mr. Brinkman: "Total TSR-core. Born of a pizza parlor. Capital BBB.ass drones and glorious everything. Probably the best music you have ever heard, ever. Thank you electricity."

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CTP [CHAOS THROUGH PROGRAMMING] - books about the internet CDr | zine
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rasmus e. svensson putting "things" together in the best way possible ever. this is everything that is good about ALL worlds of music all mixed together seamlessly and all at the same time. borrowing and retooling samples from the fine worlds of coolio gabber journey justin timberlake that "mystery girl" song the in the heat of the night theme song used to make some of the most inspired and fun plop music ever. the opening track is kind of a toy indian-esque drone inspired midi jam with the most blissful lalala-ing ever... it is impossible to describe how good it is. rasmus is a pure person, very genuine and thoughtful about all that he does. CTP as an ever changing acronym my favorite and the most appropriate pertaining to my life was "COWARDLY TEENAGER PARADE", i was also a huge fan of "CAVE TACO PARTY", you get the idea.

the zine that accompanies the music is rasmus' other voice. he can be a quiet dude until you get to know him... he lets his heart come out "vocally" through these worlds. music and art stuff. his work is best summed up by a single quote "dude, you nailed it... his beard is holding a drink."

thank you rasmus. i can't wait to be close enough to you to sit for hours and talk about things not related to idiocy again soon. i am happy that you moved to københavn, it is a city where you can dominate your own anonymous universe... you mean a lot to me friend.

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HATRED - LP
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the first time i put this on all i could think of was italy's 'goblin' making a more dense and chaotic album after having been beaten into submission after they tried to riff on a melody. this is not melodyless, it just has that creepy crawly atmosphere of a goblin record only it is more, well more tuff. yeah, i said it, goblin is as far from tuff as i can imagine. this LP commanded me to listen to it over and over again until i knew where all the walls of sound would hit my fist pumping to the lull. i think it has a member of that band that journalists love to write about, nate young of wolf moniker'ed band that got the most "experimental" journalistic attention of 2007 and his special lady friend. if the music was not the most epic and dark and beautiful thing ever this record is worth hunting down just for the d. tyfus artwork freakout, 6.panel amazing screen of pure candy.

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RYE.RYE - everything i have heard thus far...
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baltimore has its finger on some random pulse, i mean, click here :::WWWEB for one second and you will see that nothing i can write at all will do this any justice. this is the best thing to happen to bass since, well since ever. i am going to do a 12" with her this year. i can not wait.

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GROWING|THRONES|then i left in Malmö sweden sometime early in 2007
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two things... growing made me dance, man was stuff shitty for me at that moment in history, but they made me dance. thrones pummeled me in all the right spots, pure epic fancy giant forest bear bass and everything the best ever and so loud it made me want to lie down. after joe's set, he went up to the front of the stage and coaxed the swedish crowd forward for the last band... the last band had a saxophone, i did not appreciate it. joe preston is a gift to humanity.

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MOHA! - live at the ormolycka shop D.E.A.D. for now
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no one was there, 10 people tops, no flyers were spread, we didn't even know the show was going on in the shop until that day when the guy who was booking it for them let us know. that was a bit of a bummer. we of the shop, dennis, david and i the former runners of that space together the two who are not "i" are still there killing it under the names deleted store and rundgång. we moved out all the furniture required for a show with drums and had this graffiti neighbor spraypaint a sign for the show. then it got dark. MoHa! from stavanger, norway are morten and anders (anders is in Noxagt and these two are 2/4 of Ultralyd when they are not MoHa!)

first, morten is seriously one of the, capital THE, most amazing drummers i have seen perform in ages, he is flippant, can i say that... he is fucked in the way that some more academic "jazz" or "free" drummers are, only he manages to first of all not be annoying at all like those "free-jazzy" drumers and keeps a crushing beat throughout the duration of his "freeness" or what have you. he kills it. so much. and he processes his drums using super collider, a good tool to look up if you like destroying things via sampled computer crunches and flim flams and pfllflsfllsssssts. anders plays a crappy keyboard, a baritone guitar, some drum machines and a huge head of hair as well as the sweetest smile this side of anywhere.

when you watch them you can feel how long they have been playing together, you can also feel that they really like to play with one another. it was amazing to witness, like being in their practice room for the past 15 years straight... so good. get their music recorded, all of it, every project they are involved in, it is a breath of pure fresh messy rad air. they played for about 30 minutes and it was so good.

here is some video from the end of the show:

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MOKNOK - slugstorm LP
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music broken in just the right way. this is pop music, or at least to me it is. this is very special music. i can not say enough good about this release, it is playful and not on purpose and not dumb because of trying to be playful on purpose. it is just good and broken and kind of off but not in any aware or bad or silly way. it is just good pop or rock or disjointed songs where you can feel the members smiling at each other when the hooks come.

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ZA.FRUMI - chapter 3: shrak ishi za migul
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this is probably the best thing ever. i kind of say that a lot, but i mean, i don't even know where to begin. this is the third chapter in the telling of Za Frumi. orcs. language consistent throughout all 3 chapters, story ever growing. music, really rad. like WHEN, early WHEN 'svartedaun' ambient soundscapes of slurps and grunts and orcs communicating. throwing meat around, jamming on orc insrtruments and making rad orc songs. there are i think 5 Za Frumi cds in all. i can highly recommend them all. this one just came out in 2007.

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SUNN.O))).&.BORIS - altar, (the sinking belle : blue sheep)
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tracks 1 through to the track 'the sinking belle: blue sheep' are very low droney bass rumble chud chud chud what you would expect from both of these prolific projects. Only, one of the tracks has a notable Kim Thayil appearance, 'blood swamp'.

the sinking belle : blue sheep - sung by american songwriter jesse skyes in a crooked and damaged beautiful near whisper to me is the song that should have played in twin peaks fire walk with me prior to the bar rock of the jacques renault scene where he whispers 'my mind is as blank as a fart' into laura palmer's ear. i like julie cruise's voice a lot, but this song is pure bliss and better envokes probably what david lynch was looking for in her voice and for that scene, not to discredit mr. lynch this song just rules.

i have been told by the internet that there are three different versions of this track. one with white in the place of blue and another with black, i can not report on these two, as i have only heard the blue version. i bet they are good though.

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DAVID.LYNCH - catching the big fish
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wisdom from one of the wisest. please if you are in the throes of an existential crisis or otherwise read this wisdom and meditate on it. david lynch is an amazing dude. that is all i have to say.

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C.F. - powr.mastrs
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volume 1 of i think 6 or 9 or 413, you pick. hopefully it never ends. i really really like to live inside of christopher's world. this book is everything i ever thought of when i was a kid through now, only more fully realized. and more clear. this is what a story should be. please find it and read it. thank you dan n. and picturebox for putting out very important books for the past years, not just 2007.

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EFTERKLANG - parades CD
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i do not love every track on this cd, i do however love most of them and a few of them. a few of the tracks on this cd make me feel alive in a way that i have never felt alive before prior to hearing them. music that speaks volumes about what it means to smile.

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PISTOL.DISCO - radiation CD
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i put this on in a really sad mood when i was given a copy by my friend rasmus who did the glorious artwork. i had heard these two many times prior to this listening... but when i put this on for the first time it hit me like i had never heard music before. it is happy music, done in a scratchy way, the kind of scratch that you can not wait to just itch and itch in a really good way. imagine if you could hear the sun rising and living throughout its day... i think this is what it would sound like.

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MOSS - Cthonic Rites CD/LP
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this music is slow and wrong and grim and fearless. moss, aptly named start out slow and dim and they keep growing into whatever space you are listening to them in and they crush everything that is in that space and they totally do not even care man... this is what heavy means to me in music. this is what i want to hear when i hear someone say DOOM or whatever. this is slow heavy metal at its finest.

the artwork for this release is from santee, california, my hometown, a very special place and it was drawn with ink and with the most heart ever. justin bartlett, we are the robots, is a member of this ormolycka family by sharing art for synt.tofs... his artwork is indescribably amazing. wearetherobots

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WILL.SMITH - whatever that movie was called a couple of months ago the legend one.
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this movie should not have gone beyond its first 40 minutes...

i saw will smith's latest film towards the end of 2007, zombie apocalypse i think is the title. it ruled, for 40 minutes it ruled, the camera work was grim, totally mean to the viewer, kicking you in the face mean, the acting was powerful. it harkened back to the pre-independence day will smith that we all loved. the will smith that we still called the fresh prince, i still do call him that, you will never hear me call him william smith. the will smith that brought us 'nightmare on my street'.

as viewers we had no idea what was going on in this not-so-distant future where gas prices had comically risen to 9.45$ (not the $11.25 [wait that is assuming the U$ dollar retains value nearer to the canadian dollar] a liter i was hoping for in my metric vision of an american future) NO, a gallon, and the product placement, thanks ford mustang i think, i tried to forget but I CAN'T, it wasn't that blatant, i mean will smith just picked a cool car to car hunt in in this apocalyptic cityscape. 40 minutes of tense, awesome, vague zombie apocalypse unfolded and will smith had a bond with his rad german shepard. then he killed his dog after it became infected with zombie rabies from some crappy CGI zombie dogs (where the film should have ended, but didn't) it then turned into a steamy pile of crap. if you have time, watch the first 40 minutes of this re-telling of richard matheson's 1954? novel of the same name as the film, not zombie apocalypse. then walk out not infuriated but refreshed.

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MAN.IS.THE.BASTARD.NOISE - no.skull.left.unturned anthology 2400 cds a book some badges +
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i feel like i have been waiting for this for a very long time. everything MITB and related, all collected with pure love in mind. this is the purest collection of everything that i lived through for the past however many years since i first went to see MITB in pomona my sophomore year of high school, i went to every show i could after that first one. turing point in my life. culminating point in my life. thank you eric wood. thank you aaron kenyon. thank you joel connell. thank you andy beattie. thank you henry barnes and bill nelson. thank you all so much. eternally. thank you eric for keeping the skull alive and well... and never stopping.

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MY.PARENTS
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hanging out with my parents for longer than 5 days in a row for the first time since i was probably 17 years old. it was, well, it was completely wonderful. it was on hawaii first of all. hawaii is where they have now lived for the past 5 or 6 years. it was absolutely needed and amazing in every way to be close with my dad and mom. thank you mom and dad for being the amazing people that you are. you have helped me and saved me and guided me in more ways than i could ever possibly put into words and express love to make you understand properly how much you have helped me.

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thank you for ending 2007. these things were rad... for the most part you really really sucked.

xo.
ormolykcan