Friday, September 25, 2009
No Joy In Division
Thursday, September 24, 2009
Roll Over
Monday, September 21, 2009
Around and Around
Saturday, September 19, 2009
Pay Attention
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
Metal
Monday, September 14, 2009
By the early aughts, Trent Reznor had grown frustrated with the way Nine Inch Nails records were being released and promoted by his label, Interscope Records. “The Internet has decimated their business, and they still don’t know how instant messaging works,” he told me. He was also depressed by the pressure from the label’s head, Jimmy Iovine, to make his records more “urban.” As Reznor saw it, “This is simply, How do we smooth off all the rough edges and make you just like what’s selling now?” Iovine commissioned a number of hip-hop remixes of Nine Inch Nails songs, all of which Reznor rejected, and Reznor soon ended the relationship. “You know what, Jimmy? Fuck you. Take that beat and shove it up Timbaland’s ass.” (via)
Wednesday, September 9, 2009
Monday, September 7, 2009
Youth
Whoops
Sunday, September 6, 2009
Veni
1. Smuggle heroin across a New Mexico desert in a flatbed truck.
2. Peyote with a Native American, also in the dessert. Put “I Saw God” on repeat and wait for an armadillo to deliver a spiritual message.
3. Punch a bald eagle to death, then throw a cook out with all my friends.
4. Grow a moustache and only wear flip flops. (Possibly include a farmer’s tan.)
5. Put a leash on my cat and take it for a walk.
6. Wear a sombrero and pancho. 4 + 6 = Awesome Overload.
7. Play “The Drop I Hold” in a cemetary. Hold a seance in attempt to conjure Ol’ Dirty Bastard’s ghost. If I succeed we’ll smoke dust and rap “Brooklyn Zoo” together.
8. Convince a southern black baptist church choir to perform “Elijah” at a Sunday service. Once again, I hope this experience will reward spiritual enlightenment.
9. Hold hands with my best friend.
10. Drink cheap bottled beer. Somehow have the most hilarious time of my life and constantly do spit takes, showering my friends in booze mist. (via)
Black Lips -- O Katrina!
Saturday, September 5, 2009
Tuesday, September 1, 2009
Trance Doll
Pictureplane is new noise that takes house music and smears dayglo war paint all over its face. A whole mess of trancy synths get dragged through a scuzzy lowfi jungle, with a steady heavy beat bouncing like flashlights at night. Every day here is Halloween and time knows no different up here in Space on whatever planet Pictureplane is coming from. Its catchy as fuck and punk above alot else.