Monday, November 08, 2004

Wednesday, October 27, 2004

The Ornette Coleman Quartet | Ornette!
[ Aquarius Records ]: "Pig Destroyer's 2002 album 'Prowler in the Yard' was called by some the best grindcore album since Brutal Truth's '94 masterpiece 'Need to Control' and anyone who heard it knew that honor was not undeserved. Thus having some big gore-soaked rubber boots to fill for their follow-up, Pig Destroyer has still somehow managed to not only meet but surpass their own vaunted standards. I don't know if it's the blood-red album art, creating the same sinister synesthetic effect as Slayer's Seasons in the Abyss, but everything about Terrifyer is just grander, heavier, darker, more deadly. The production on this is positively devastating -- it's unimaginable that just three individuals, with NO bass guitar could make music this crushingly heavy, but anyone who's seen them live knows this is no mere studio trickery. Scott Hull, undisputed king of grindcore guitar has pushed his playing and song-writing abilities to new peaks of riffing alchemy -- it's busier, more complex, catchier, and yes, somehow EVEN FASTER, occasionally adopting tornado-like Discordance Axis-style cyclical riffs for maximum effect. It goes without saying that the drumming is simply inhuman, but it's the guitars that make Pig Destroyer such a standout band, especially in the realm of grind. Most bands these days have supersonic blast beats, but it's often a criticism of grind that the guitars are too simplistic and tune-less, and this presumption Pig Destroyer positively blows apart.
And then there's 'Natasha', the single 32-minute doom track that comprises disc 2 (oddly on an audio-only DVD, available in stereo or surround-sound). Rumored to have originally been intended for a two-part split with the similarly godlike Creation is Crucifixion which never materialized, 'Natasha' is possibly the single strangest and greatest effort yet from these psychopaths."
Ghostface (Def Jam Recordings): Home
This site features my top fave albums of the year BESIDES all of them EXCEPTING the following: Ghostface and that is all. (Home
Cerberus Shoal - April 19th, 2004 in Cambridge, MA
SPACE | Alternative Arts Venue

Wednesday, September 08, 2004

okay so, cs is also playing at the infamous True Vine earlier at 3pm before the other baltimore show...i will prolly be there by myself. i will also go see them in charlottesville, playing at the twisted tea branch a very small corgial place with nice vegetarian platters and i'll sneak alcohol in. there is nothing like seeing them. it is a shame that people can't get it right and take note of something notable.
grow some virtue people, really.

Cerberus Shoal Fall Tour 2004
though the new bjork was made by bjork, the often pusillanimous amounts of twattery have been left off of the new album in order to focus on making a mess with music and stockhausen-ian choir riffs and she made room for someone with testicle, mike patton, to crunk shiduup and up and away and distract from the fact that she is crawling back into her birthing canal... which is what all people try to do at somepoint. you could do a lot worse than to buy the entire oeuvre of the red krayola, marc bolan, uh, miles davis. sun city girls. i'm still vibing to them. like damn, word. say. the inaugural blaKk Sweat show went off with a focused and esoteric dynamism that hasn't been seen since the early days of the fantastic bushmen, but with an art-prog focus not seen unless witnessing a usually just a t-shirt instrumental played by the entire pepperage, mixed with the do make say think and the black dice new-age surfer noise-bowel corroding squalor. it was fun and there were 5 people on stage, completely improving on guitar-pedal voice drones ala tyondai braxton with some drumming courtesy of my man on some serious chronic mixed with beer liquor vomit and lots of whippets. whippets. the rest stayed relatively clean and cooked up some scientific improv that even my folkster friends could jive to. we didn't catch it on tape, but it's better that way. of course. anyway, transcendent was the term. even though a few minds were skeptikal of thi sparticular color of Sweat. andy told me two things of import. 1--he wants track 3 off of love cry by albert ayler played at his funeral and i will be responsible for making sure that happens.... also, he said that the blaKk sweat performance made him hurt so good and matt talked about how it was a rebirth of some sort of teenage ribald rocking that used to go down, often and without notice but with lots of secret satisfaction. anyways, like i was saying to andy, you pretend your cauky skin has a zipper at the top and you drag it down, and look... black flesh to let loose on the earth. right.

blackbean.tk

Friday, August 13, 2004

U B U W E B :: Ron Rice "A Brief history of Anti-Records and Conceptual Records"
Basil Barbecued Salmon [barbecue]: "Arrange salmon pieces, skin underneath, side-by-side into a shallow glass dish.
Set aside.
In a small bowl, whip together olive oil, lemon juice, minced garlic, Dijon mustard and minced basil.
Brush salmon pieces with marinade.
Cover dish with plastic wrap; marinate salmon pieces, refrigerated, for 1 hour.
Then marinate for 30 minutes more, at room temperature.
Remove salmon pieces from marinade.
Preheat barbecue until low heated coals or preheat a gaz heated barbecue to low.
Arrange salmon pieces, skin underneath, onto oiled barbecue rack.
Close lid; barbecue salmon pieces for 15 minutes, until salmon flesh is no longer translucent and can easily be broken-up with a fork.
Serve immediately. "
Baked Salmon, Papaya Cucumber Sauce [microwave + regular oven]

Wednesday, August 04, 2004

Books About Bodies - Medicine and Anatomy
Seth Tisue Home Page
Chicago Now
dear diary, i'm going to paris betwixt fall and winter to spend a week there. i heard dave chappelle is currently vacationing there too. dukes think alike. andy and erin brought over wine last night. erin loved our cats. she did not like my phone message where i am coaxing noises from annie by pulling her tail though. i promise i did it gingerly. ornette coleman, bitch. word up. still rockin' the new ghostface. song of the year: "forest" by ghostface, from his bulletproof walets cd. i wish the world could hear it. it is profound and exeedingly dirty, but in a wonderful way. orthrelm at the supreme imperial thurs. cookouts every night so far at the apartment. swordfish, never cooked that before. haven't gotten my red crayola cds yet. i am baitedly breathing on other things until i can get on them. just kill yourself.
The Authentic History Center

Tuesday, June 08, 2004

i've been hearing stuff filtered in through the perverse bliss lately:
frog eyes: the golden river (purchsed in richmond, va: a glorious place to be sure, a place where majestic hotels standing since 1895, named after early presidents, where cigarette impresarios stay, can serve as places to enact almost absurdly hedonstic nay Epicurean nay!!! absolutely necessary! acts of unspeakable comfort and leisure. satan would approve. christ would be happy though. cuz christ has been telling me of late: "it's all good." it's like jeshu became a late ninties studio gangsta, it's sweet. either way, all i can say is i was wearing a robe, running around a huge hotel full of pillars and busts of presidents and paintings and mirrors in the elevators and robes. white comfy robes and spotlights and fountains and a mini-bar. a luxury fitness room with fruit on every machine, with free bottled water, with a late night pool. with a gourmet restaurant inside with very friendly consierges and lots and lots of throw pillows and lots of lotions and scrubs of vegetable oil. lots and lots of spelling bees were on tv and there was a lot of wine and tequilla and passing out. and walks at 4:30 in th emorning whereby younger girls than i, who thought i was in a touring band, tried to take me hostage, as a love slave... seriously. the girl wouldn't let go of my arm and since i ws in a southern town, a capital i think, i said : ""unhand me, girl...I am here with someone who is not here, I SAID! UN-HAND ME DEAR GIRL!" it was swell as anything i can fathom. or anyone can for that matter, so just kill yourself.

other things, i'm hearing: black dice: miles of smiles. egg-sell-ent.
the stones: sticky fingers. & their satanic majesties request

rip: robert quine.

coltrane's "transition"

devendra banhart's new thing.

see ya, wouldn't want to be you. really.

i wish you nudity and more.

propers.

Thursday, June 03, 2004

Animal Collective: Sung Tongs - PopMatters Music Review these are things that are almost as good as sexual intercourse and/or slurpees on a hot day after walking thru a deserted capitol city in the south and sitting on cannons. so, these three things are basically all the same as each other and the best thigns on the planet. : : : besides whiskey&ginger and merlot&cola: this album, sung tongs... the kinks village green opreservation society and ritazza coffee and or organic apple juice and mocking stupid ostentatious twerpy impish guys who namecheck Autechre and stockhausen first, to test the waters. this in my unhumble and always true and right opinion is gay. just gay. make babies to this album, sung tongs. then sleep. these are the finest blessings god ever made known to his sons and daughters. there is no arguing around this, so just forget i mentioned it if you can't see it. out.

Tuesday, June 01, 2004

just so the world knows: i render you unliveable, and the creatures in you, if you or the creatures in you do not own the new animal collective cd, or at least have interest in and steal mp3s from the new animal collective album. its called sung tongs. and it is real art. real creativity. real synthethis. real subversion of semantics. real lively. real jumpy. real good. real unique. really unequivocably awesomely outrageous. real inspired. real. thanks to avey tare and panda bear for making an album that no one else could make, and for that being such a good thing. perk your ears, dipshits.

Wednesday, May 26, 2004

April, just so you know, there are no excuses for not owning your own copy of 'Corky's Debt to his Father' by Mayo Thompson. he sings "when i smell that new perfume in your secret places..." he sings of everything important in the world and his music is thee best music that any person can or will ever make. true. mp3 dot com has mp3s. i freak when i imagine it: an amalgam, and an intercession of god himself, bringing together an (un)holy sextet of entirely male sweetness: tim kinsella, will oldham, robert johnson, jagger/richards, paul maccartney, david grubbs, ...and that's a sextet. if i die tomorrow, that is my passing recommendation to you, in order to increase your quality of life in some way: buy it. then buy another copy for a friend as i did. that's the only way i can imagine it right now. because it is THEE BEST ALBUM EVER RECORDED. (besides mine.) well, duh! cheers. at least, it would be respite from the hammy fairyfag tunes of Of montreal, which you will deny three times before the rooster crows--chances are. mark my slang editorial. shout outs to cappadonna cappachino to the afro-sheen. shout outs to ghostface for his new bomb joint (the second best album ever). also for using the word pussy more times in one verse than i've ever heard. shout outs to prince for recording sing o' the times. shout outs to jagger/richards for writing baggars banquet. shout outs to animal collective for recording the best album i haven't heard yet. shout outs to 'trane for infuencing my sax playing a whole lot so that i may able to one day be the music referencing soul-love child of coltrane and nico. props go to jon richman and the modern lovers who are coming to b-more. props to arrington for drawing a completely nekkid woman touching herself and pointing at a poison apple on my thermal undershirt. thanks for reading.

Thursday, May 13, 2004

Ground and Sky - Music Reviews
if a person doth not own the new pg six album: that person is rendered stupid.
'My only premise is that there are times when one must attack with complete ruthlessness and fight with lethal fury. This fury and ruthlessness must be harnessed and directed to the gravest possible damage—to kill.'
Ananova - Rasputin's penis to be sex museum's star attraction

Thursday, April 29, 2004

on the back of this book i'm reading, it says, speaking of this (female)writer's latest work: "It is the condition of a woman's mind that is her subject...A Terrifying book." i think that shit is high comedy. SO, i'm assessing that this book is one written by a crazy gal that centers around a crazy gal. Leave it to women to intentionally exploit their major flaws!!! cheers, to all. i just think that's highly hilarious. i mean, men exploit or trumpet their manhood. but that's manhood, and that's awesome, in comparison to femalehood. i mean, there's no real comparison. they are just distinct. and men crazy is funny and debaucherous. woman crazy is just outright annoying. call me sexist, but i'm not wrong. just ask your dad, if you have one---seriously. american families shouls be matriachical so that ladies don't get such huge complexes about namely everything. go play basketball, you amazon. i want to see female trashmen. that's right. female trashmen! really, really really really.... free your minds, lassies. seek real empowerment!! i have the key. all of you want to wear the pants, yet you do not ride on the backs of huge green monster trash smashing vehicals, risking life and limb. until you do that, there is no such thing as emancipation!!! word is bond.

Wednesday, March 31, 2004

darla rose: "did you see what Sven was doing last night to you,behind your back?"

jackie joe: "like, totally multi-whatevers! he can do what he wants... idon't like him anymore. i can't say whatever enough. it's a completelymulti-whatevers moment, you know?"

darla rose: "yaaaah, i thought so. it's definitely a time to revel in
innumerable whatevers! hence MULTI-WHATEVER! whateverers everywhere need to unite on this one and form a big giant MULTI-WHATEVER on an ink pad that we can stamp on Sven's forehead. then the whole world could see your intense complacency and indifference towards him and his shenanigans. i
can't express my agreement enough with your alignment with the
Multi-Whatever creedo here. I agree 100%"

jackie joe: "well, i don't know, how many 'whatevers' do you think are encompassed in the Multi prefix in my particular situation?"

darla rose: "at least 100 whatevers. that's what i'd bet on."

jackie joe: "i think that's pretty close. i would respond with 50 or less
whatevers by their full name, said 50 times over. i would freak and say at least 2 whatevers per second, i'd be done in less than a minute....once you feel the weight of over 50 whatevers, i usually turn to the multi-whatever though as a catch all for the potency of 50 or more 'whatevers' in one swoop of whatever justice."

darla rose: "yeah, totally."

Wednesday, February 18, 2004

EEE Cooks: Roasted Asparagus Recipe: "We begin by pre-heating the oven to 400 degrees. We cover a cookie sheet with aluminum foil. We rinse the asparagus, dry, and place on the cookie sheet. We drizzle with the olive oil, tossing well, and sprinkle on salt and pepper. We add the garlic and put in the oven. We roast the asparagus for about 15 minutes until tender.
We drizzle on balsamic vinegar and serve. "