Posts from 17th May 2002

May 02

A new

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A new pub site has been done. I got sent the link today, and have had the time to give a test drive; at first glance, it seems a bit thin on the ground, but that would hopefully change. The aspect that caught my eye was the random crawl generator – you identify the area, include the number of pubs and the distance between them and it gives you a list.

To a confirmed lazybones, the concept grabs me. This is the sort of stuff I dreamt the interweb would produce.

In Other Words Sucker, There Is No Other.

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In Other Words Sucker, There Is No Other.
Synthesizing all extant forms of pigfucking — hardcore, grindcore, 800 types of metal with names and distinctions only spoken and understood by creepy adepts, Japanoise, power electronics, free jazz skronk — and settling them a-boiling, Lightning Bolt and Arab on Radar spew the vibrating particles across the ether field of two sides of usually limited edition vinyl, with preciously silk-screened covers. Oh, and The Locust are some cheap-jack exploitation act, cross-breeding knuckleheads like Devo and Carcass so The Kids can call it innovative. And they’re all coming to your town this summer, a rolling Glastonbury of sonic violence joined at various points by the ‘cream’ of the underground (Erase Errata, Kid606, The Flying Luttenbachers.)

To those who have never experienced Lightning Bolt live at one of your country’s great rock and roll dives, it is a must see, possibly the loudest sound two men can make without a backhoe. (Arab on Radar — while no less of a visceral proposition as the Bolt — is even more senseless and absurd, all high-end screech and treble attack, as if a band could be played at the wrong speed live.) There’s also a Lightning Bolt live video/DVD on its way, entitled ‘The Power of Salads and Milkshakes…’this bold step into the digital age a rather firm testament to the power of junk food, volume, and comics in the face of encroaching developers, the stink of yuppie scum, and Punk Rock. (Oh, and there’s cartoons too.)

Back to regular linkage programming

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Back to regular linkage programming: ha ha the ultimate insult to anyone who has ever been on a skateboard! Keep it real Mr Durst! Yeah! Ha ha too much Buffy fan fiction caused me to originally type “stakeboard”.


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Electroclash! A stunning battle of the titans – in the red corner! A bloody great big PYLON! In the blue corner! A lightning storm! Up there in the sky, do you see? Who will win in the battle of the electricity? Man made or natural? What’s in a name? Electroclash sadly is not the man vs nature: FITE!! that I had pictured, it’s a new genre. Tiga and Syntherius, Fisherschpooner, Futurism. Last week I heard the Tiga/Sytherius track the whole way through for the first time. NEW GROUND BROKEN: nil!! BOREDOM: one! Stupid – really, bloody stupid lyrics: Two!

Such a crashbang name totally doesn’t suit this movement. Instead of high flung drama, electroclash to me is all about comfort. It’s like dunking a biscuit in tea. Being happily drunk and waiting by yourself in a bus stop in the rain for a bus home. It’s blank. It’s the music you put on instead of the TV when it’s cold and you’re alone and you can’t bear any more of your ridiculous thoughts. Tired. And because sonically it is the sound of something familiarly retro, it is seperate enough from the rest of your experience to not be too affecting. I still gave Tigxx0r and Syntherius a 6 out of 10. I wouldn’t go higher. How long can the aural equivalent of comfort food hang about for?

Sunglasses at Nite is STILL stuck in my bloody head though. Bring it on MC Pitman!!