Tuesday, June 19, 2018

YOU WILL ALL DIE UNLOVED IN A KINGDOM OF CHILDREN LOCKED IN CAGES


I JUST WANT HER SHOES TO FIT HER




No automatic alt text available.Do I really need to go into the story of the Residents here?  For your sake, I hope not.  This is an extended cd reissue of the long out-of-print Title in Limbo album, a collaboration with like-minded British avant-garde duo Renaldo and The Loaf.  It comes from those heady days of the early 80s when the band was still mostly anonymous, still consisted of the original four members, still wore the giant eyeballs and were still making (for them) fairly accessible music.

If the Brothers Grimm dropped lots of bad acid, got hold of some cheap keyboards, guitars and drum machines and decided to write nursery rhymes instead of fairy tales, this period of the Residents would be the result.  Creepy as fuck, but in a sing-songy way.  Picture a beautiful, sun-dappled lake, a warm breeze, puffy white clouds…….. now picture the bottom of the lake, full of muck and slime and the decomposing bodies of all your friends.  Something pretty laid over top of something visceral and deeply disturbing.  The Residents.

Image may contain: one or more people, people standing and outdoor1978-83 were, for me, the key years for the Residents.  This was probably the last release by them that I really liked (although, to be honest, I really havent listened to anything since 2002s Demons Dance Alone theyve overstayed their welcome by about 15 years).  Its nice to have it back, and with some bonus tracks to boot.



Sunday, June 17, 2018

I'VE NEVER HEARD A DECENT FRENCH ROCK BAND


But DAMN do they know their poetry.  You can get a used copy of HUMAN CATHEDRALS that ships from Franceania for only $44.35 (+ tax), and why wouldn't you?????????!!





 


Friday, June 15, 2018

POEM FOR GREAT MEN




you either choose the war or

you have it

forced upon you



you eat the babies

either way



you give the orders

to sew bigger flags



you tell your wife to

sing those old songs louder



someone will need to pay for

these corpses left rotting

on your front lawn



one hundred thousand sons

and daughters will need to be

gunned down

in distant villages



if this logic

was your mistress

you would fuck her

until she bled from the eyes



SUBTLER ACTS OF MURDER


Sunday, June 10, 2018

THAT FINE LINE BETWEEN GOOD AND DAMN GOOD



Laura Carbone’s latest, EMPTY SEA, is good but damn I just wish it was a little better….


Image result for laura carbone empty seaShe has many strengths and a great overall sound, conjuring up a heady mélange of reverb-laden artists from the past 25 years or so – the Spartan menace of Mazzy Star, the more feedback-laden ennui of Opal, the straight-up rock of L.A. Witch, and so on and so on.  She employs vocal tricks I remember fondly from the Breeders and utilizes a cinematic sound that, at times, brings “Wicked Game” to mind.  Her voice fits into it all perfectly, and her German-accented English gives the lyrics and phrasings awesome new twists.


But…..


Even though the songs are solid and the playing passionate, nothing really jumps out and grabs you by the throat (this is after 5 or 6 listens).  The songs float by in an interesting-enough haze, but the hooks aren’t particularly hooky nor the choruses overly catchy.  It’s good mood music, to be sure, but the moods are fleeting.  You sway to the songs while they’re playing, but you won’t be humming them for the rest of the day.  It’s a solid album in the darker dreampop vein (and I guarantee it’s better than anything the trendsetters and hitmakers are churning out this month), but ultimately it’s just a little disappointing.




FUCK POETRY, FUCK ART, FUCK YOU

heathen cover










"Sweet’s poems are lean and sculpted to be razor-sharp. They embody real-life voices, beaten-down by real-life problems, with the extra salt in the wound of bullsh*t and hypocrisy and permanent war and militarized police and domestic violence and insane fundamentalism and mass delusion...His work never whines and never editorializes and never presents any pat answers. It should be clear to all by this point that this experiment we’re all part of is not working. In a restrained but tense voice, Sweet’s poems point out that the emperor is wearing no clothes. His poems cut through the crap, and there’s no macho posing or laughable “outlaw” self-deception. If I peel off the blinders, this is what life is like. Friends, that is an amazing accomplishment, if you think about it."


- Bill Shute, Publisher, KSE



Monday, June 04, 2018

man crawling on the ocean floor




sick of myself at 4 in the afternoon

ice on the shadowed sides
of sleeping factories

weeds

no news from god since
before i was born
and then the death of his only son
played out for cheap entertainment

this is the world you inherit
and then it becomes
the one you pass down

these are the dreams you dream
after your lover leaves

daughter was only three years old
was filled with cancer
and the sunlight was a lie

the moment approached and
then it passed and
the fear is what remains

nothing is revealed

nothing is given away

listen

in the moment of truth
there is only silence

in silence
there is only the sound of rain

all distance matters until you
cross it and finally know
yourself to be lost




IN THE BRIEF SILENCE


Saturday, June 02, 2018