MGMT & The Strokes – Why all the Flack?

16 Sep

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MGMT’s new s/t album will be released in just a few days, but can’t you just already hear the impish critters at their sticky keyboards debasing and abusing what will surely be yet another masterwork of psychedelic art? And why? Why will this happen?

Sirs, sons, daughters, and revolutionaries, we live in an information age where…

…to be quite blunt: why do you accuse when to confuse can cause such everlasting relaxation.

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and here the other boys are, no longer teeny cute, but among, as Jarvis Cocker once sung, “the aged.”

so, why did everyone turn very angry rotten eggs at a terribly unfomfortable birthday party at which you had the distinct impression you were not invited and were slowly being pushed away…but not by a person…by a ghost!…by a ghost!….

Where was I going with this? Oh yeah: nowhere.

As I continue to listen to Never Neverland by The Pink Fairies and dream about the new MGMT album, I will always know deep, deep, deep within the serpent coils of my heart, that yes…. [conclusion irrelevant]

Missing Wheels

13 Sep

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Ever show up to work and realize YOUR CHAIR WAS MISSING A WHEEL? Well, it happened to me today friends.

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Okay, well, let me clarify things a bit here: I’d noticed the wheel missing since day one. After a recent upgrade to a slightly better desk from the previous year, I sat on my new chair which…then proceeded to wobble…unbecomingly, I might add!

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Looking under the seat of the chair revealed precisely what I’d feared: a wheel was missing.

Stanislas Cordova – A Night’s Film Leather

12 Sep

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H.P. Lovecraft – THE BAND, STUPIT!!!!!!!!!!!

12 Sep

yES, wHerever you gO I’lL bE wANderin’ after yoU, mY thORNZSSSSss:

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yOu gOTTA liSten to ThESe psycho-delic BeASts on hEad pHonEZ aNd LOUD!!!!!!!

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No, No. no^%<no!MO! nOT thE BaND, StooooooooPID!!! ThE gnawer of RaT’S BlooD to blow ThorNy StoRy BlISTer in the FuRRY mold that is LeFt iN your SynaPses!

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(some images found at the awesome blog Too Much Horror Fiction)

The Masque of Red Death’s Shining Room 237

12 Sep

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I will not repeat or repost Poe’s story here, nor will I regurgiate with blood and feathers The King’s Shining.  

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The question lurking out of every his & her mussed-up/mashed-up/mashed-up must and will and well might be: so, if you watch the film backwards on 2 screens simultaneously (one in front, one behind you) while riding around on an exact replica of Danny’s POWER WHEELS while in a state of GENTLE autoasphyxiation, then, yes, you may just as well admit that whipping yourself right into Room 237 could easily be done; and what a dreamy room it ‘TIS! Okay, so, whaddya wanna yadda an yadda on about the film? There are crack-pot theories and then there are CRACKED theories; this one had them all, though I did buy the bit about the German typewriter…and of course the N.A. imagery is REAL OBVIOUS, so….

5 Hypothetical Plots for Doctor Sleep

8 Sep

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1. Danny Torrance becomes a psychic in NYC. Life is grand until someone leaves a present at his doorstep. It’s Tony trapped inside a puppet with a feverish rage to kill, kill, and…uh…kill!

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2. The scrambled amalgam of Overlook caretakers–the fabric of which Jack has also become a part–returns to visit Danny Torrance in Malibu where he’s sunken into bitter alcoholism following a successful horse-betting scam. His shining powers have diminished, so he hardly notices Grady working the gate at his apartment complex until it’s too late.

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3. Tony makes a surprise visit one Halloween shortly after Danny’s twin daughters have blown out the candles of their birthday cake. He’s walking around in the birthday cake, trying to avoid falling drips of candle wax when he says, “Grady was your real father. He’s waiting outside. He just a job at the Overlook. It’s time to leave.”

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4. Following Dick Halloran’s funeral, Danny decides to never shine again. By taking beta-blockers, he has discovered it’s possible to turn off his talent. But after his mother Wendy is murdered, he decides it’s time to shine again…but this time with a VENGEANCE!

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5. While on holiday with his family in Colorado, Danny encounters a massive snowstorm. They finally manage to find a motel but there’s only one room left: 217. Actually, there’s one other room: 237. Danny takes it but finds the ghost of Stanley Kubrick who forces Danny to rewrite The Shining 237 times  WITHOUT A SINGLE POP CULTURE REFERENCE while chained to a chair. His family, meanwhile, must reenter the motel 237 times while Kubrick flies about on his crane/steadicam filming and re-filming it.

Doctor Sleep: The Shining Anticipatory Review

7 Sep

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I decided to reread this classic before Doctor Sleep comes out (in two weeks or so). I admit to seeing the film before I read the book when I was in middle school. It has remained an enduring favorite: one of the best horror films of all time. Strangely, King has been quoted, on numerous occasions, as expressing distaste for the adaptation; rereading it, was struck by how faithful it is (literally whole pages of dialogue repeated verbatim). True, there are some major plot alterations (the ending, as is typically remarked upon, for instance), but in some ways Kubrick represents the gradual slide into insanity with greater accuracy (I was dumbfounded that the “all work and no play…” scene was absent from the book!). I really loved the extended dog costumed man scene in the book (only a flickered image in the film), but am going back and forth about the effectiveness of the topiary as an object of terror (Kubrick’s emphasis on Grady’s daughters was a far better choice), however I preferred King’s handling of the ghost party; where Kubrick played it straight, King’s party was much wackier and wild. Kubrick also misses King’s emphasis on Jack’s alcoholism–a fascinating back-story that adds a great depth to a character which, in Kubrick and Nicholson’s hands, occasionally veers into parody. I wait expectantly to see what King has cooked up in Doctor Sleep and why he’s chosen to return to these characters after all these years.

First Aide Medicine – ebook & print giveaways fur Erly Reviewers

30 Jul

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Giveaways

First Aide Medicine ebook & print giveaways for REAL people writing REAL reviews. Enter:

July 25th until August 25th

Library Thing (100 ebook copies)

http://www.librarything.com/er/giveaway/list

July 27th to August 27th (5 physical copies)

Goodreads:

http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/16073089-first-aide-medicine

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Tao Lin’s Taipei – A Response Collage

20 Jul

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10 of my Fav. Songs off 10 of J Mascis’ Fav. Records

16 Jul

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1. “Wildworld” by The Birthday Party from The Bad Seed E.P. (4AD; 1983).

According to J., “The Birthday Party filled the void left by a dying hardcore scene. They were my favorite band when I started Dinosaur Jr.”(CDNow.com); and: “It was a good stepping stone out of hardcore. It filled this hole that I had. It was like, ‘Hardcore is dead but I still want to listen to music. What else is there?’. And although it wasn’t hardcore, it was so crazy, and noisy, and heavy.”(The Quietus)

While the singing tends to take center stage, it is important to remember how “Howard’s often virulent turbulence utterly rattles, creating exceptionally demonic waves of sound for Cave to writhe and squeal to” (Sputnik). Howard, a gaunt and sinister-looking figure whose rampant drug- and alcohol-use hurried him to an early grave, is perhaps what makes the group more volatile and unhinged than later, Cave-driven, skeleton-wheeled vehicles.

I picked “Wildworld” because it shows who was the lightning bolt and who was the flame amidst the two primary heroes.

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2. “What Did You Do To My Life” by Neil Young from Neil Young (Reprise; 1968)

J. gravitates towards this intimate yet baroque-poppy Young album “[b]ecause this one’s not so popular you don’t hear it all the time, either, and it’s not quite as stripped-down as the later stuff. It’s a bit more produced – not quite as much as some of the Buffalo Springfield songs, but definitely in that more psychedelic vein.” (The Quietus)

Having never really spent any time with this album, I’ve enjoyed dipping my toes into “What Did You Do To My Life” the most so far. Although J. doesn’t mention his favorite songs specifically, I suspect he also might dig this number–fuzzy guitars, mystical apathy, constrained emotion, and a sense of loneliness/unrequited love hover around apocalyptic imagery radiating outward from the song’s center.

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3. “In My Time of Dying” by Led Zeppelin from Physical Graffiti (Atlantic; 1975)

Since J. states, “John Bonham is probably my favourite musician,” (The Quietus) I chose a song off this classic that showcases plenty of bold tempo changes and wild/erratic/passionate drum fills (as well as some mean slide guitar; c’mon folks, I know it’s 11 minutes + but just settle and and feel the blast); one may shudder at the utter banality/overplayed nature of his choice but, as J. also points out, “[i]t’s kind of like Exile On Main Street again, in that there’s so many songs and it’s easy to listen to a lot, because you don’t always remember them.” London Calling is another such rich and varied double album that springs immediately to mind.

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4. “Sweet Black Angel” by The Rolling Stones from Exile On Main Street (Virgin/Polydor/Columbia; 1972)

J. claims that the songs on Exile are “bad enough that you can listen to it a lot” (The Quietus). With his tongue firmly implanted within his check muscles, I think we both know what J. finds appealing here is the looseness and freshness of the approach; J. also nails it when he claims that with this Stones album “it’s like they’re finally out from under the cloud of The Beatles”(The Quietus). Gone were the silly, Sergent Peppers-esque costumes of Their Satanic Majesty’s Request; now they just looked cool (on the insets): they’d been hanging around Gram Parsons and he alt-countrified the hell out of ’em (he probably bought them cooler clothes than those costumes as well).

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5. “I Can Feel The Fire” by Ron Wood from I’ve Got My Own Album To Do (Warner; 1974)

This number sounds like it was recorded at any entirely different sort of party (perhaps one that Keith Richards wasn’t invited to (or is that him (extremely sloshed) on the steel drums?)). There’s some seriously wicked riffing going on here–enough so that the inane lyrics really become secondary to Ron’s intricate and playful strumming rhythms (or perhaps if Keith is playing on this record, Ron finally got to turn his amp up louder than Keith’s (C’mon, it is called I’ve Got My Own Record to Do!)

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6. “Decontrol” by Discharge from Decontrol E.P. (Clay Records; 1980)

I always find it a bit enigmatic that J. has listed this band–on more than one occasion–as one of his remaining favorites. It might almost make more sense coming from Lou Barlow at the of his first contributions to the group. Still, this is a pretty incredible punk song with a fuzzy but crisp and wild guitar player who begins yelping/speaking-in-near-tongues as the song cartwheels off its simplistic initial structure into a sloppy abyss that is not without its cushion of joy somewhere near the bottom.

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7. “Arm Over Arm” by Screaming Females from Arm Over Arm / Zoo of Death E.P.(Don Giovanni Records; 2006)

J. notes that “[w]hen Marissa plays she doesn’t hold back” because “[s]he’s a female guitar hero” and how he digs “anybody who just lays it out there and goes for it.” (The Guardian)It turns out Steved Albini produced their latest record, which means, to me at least, we’re instantly dealing with a group who will focus around the guitar and heaviness without necessarily donning black eye shadow and praising Satan while setting churches aflame, then using said fire to light their crack pipes.

When I stumbled on “Arm Over Arm,” I instantly saw Screaming Females’ appeal for J.: they sound like a lost grunge band but also fresh and refreshing as peeled, citrus-spraying fruit because here the guitar is once again god and you will actually feel the music heaving into your chest if you happen to turn a lucky corner in some depraved American city and happen to see SCREAMING FEMALES TONITE LIVE!!! on the marquee.

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8. “Oaxcaca” by Awesome Color from Massa Hypnos (Ecstatic Peace; 2010)

Here’s a band that definitely slipped through the cracks for me; that guitar is so heavy and the riffing is relentless, grim, and sexy. According to J., Derek Stanton (the leader of this band) learned to play from Scott Asheton (drummer of The Stooges). Wow…to hear this live. If any opening or closing act decided to bring their laptops in order to dance like an octogenarian while leaning/hunching forward while an audience boredly checked and oh-so-delicately massaged various facebook/twitter/instagram status updates on their iphones, they would surely have shattered from these psychedelic swirls of sonic rage.  Note: by playing this song you are risking damage to your phone/Macbook, but your might be able to see your true reflection after it has cracked just right.

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9. “The Thrill of It All” by Black Sabbath from Sabotage (NEMS/Vertigo/Warner Brothers; 1975)

I picked this song b/c I loved the synth which kicks in Hawkwind-over-drive-style @3:00 or so on the linked tube vid. J. ‘s interest was piqued in the group “because all these druggy and dangerous older guys were into them” (The Quietus). Ozzy is probably at his peak right here; he’s belting it out with a certain wizened emotional maturity (also apparent on Vol. 4 (my personal fave BS record)) and thorn-in-the-side-of-society scream clarity before the on-the-verge-of-self-parody solo years of goofy hairdos make-out and FM radio pandering tactics spent barking at the moon with Lita Ford. This song is pure, unadulterated Sabbath blood. If you need blood in your music to survive (like me), then here is your daily dose.

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10. “No Brains” by Eater from Eater: The Album (The Label; 1977)

J. mentions how inspirational Eater and the punk movement were for him. Their lack of musical talent made J. think, “I could definitely be in this band’, because they weren’t very technically good” and how Eater can give  “you the belief that you can do it”(The Quietus).

Eater is not the first band people generally bring up when talking about the original punk scene…or even the original British punk scene (which happened a few years after The Stooges, The New York Dolls, and The Ramones blazed through town). But here they are: young, juvenile, and with insipid lyrics but very menacing growls and invigorating energy. So were they technically good? Can you paint like a photograph? Or write a novel following the heroic journey? Punk–like the as-yet-unnamed literary revolution/volcanic eruption bubbling & bubbling and growing a deadly red–was more about mood and spirit rather than chops/conformity.  I’d rather see these blokes than a symphony any day of the week.

 

Here is the entire playlist for the above songs.