Saturday, June 30, 2018

EXISTENTIAL NIHILISM



Cuz if you have to believe in something, 
why not believe in nothing?






Friday, June 29, 2018

IN THE SHUFFLING MADNESS




it was something, anyway,

a stray thought or a foolish idea,

a blind idea that being touched

would be enough to save you,

that being held would make me human



it was knowledge,

but it wasn’t truth



it was your father’s hands in all of

your dreams,

hitting or grabbing or gently caressing,

and there were never enough windows

when you were awake



there was never enough sunlight,

and the locks on every door

were broken



my words were

like sawdust in my mouth,

were like shit in yours, but i

couldn’t stop talking



couldn’t stop equating the

act of fucking

with the idea of caring



wanted you, yes, but

only if you were someone else






Tuesday, June 26, 2018

THE FALSE KING WAKES UP ON THE MORNING OF HIS DEATH


IN THE COLD SUNLIGHT, SHADOWS




and i'm sorry for

the idea of prophecy



i understand the need

to burn witches



the need to bury the butchered

in the bitter soil on the

outskirts of juarez



mothers and daughters found

barefoot and beaten



found naked and strangled

and the magic run dry from their crosses

and in the end

it doesn't matter whether or not

you believe in war



in the end

no one cares if you're beautiful



the room of mirrors is in

the burning house



every road leads to the

president's grave



and it's true that

some men deserve to die

more than others and

it's true that all poetry is an

act of cowardice



look at pollock



look at the horses starving on

the outskirts of

the town you live in



all you need to understand

is that nothing

ever really defeats hatred



Friday, June 22, 2018

SOME EXCERPTS FROM THE GREATER RANT




NAUSEA, 2 A.M.





kill the pushers



just keep saying it

over and over



just keep doing it



feels pretty good,

right?



  



[[[[[[[[[[[[



  

BLACK ON BLACK (AFTER REINHARDT)





you choose the enemy and

then you choose the weapon and

we are children here

which means that all death is a game



we are starving and

we are beaten



we are the other



all ways out

have been blocked






[[[[[[[[[[[[



  

PYRAMID: EYE





thin crust of ice on the

dead grass in the wrong back yard



phone ringing in the wrong house

in someone else’s town



no one told you this shit would be easy



no one cares about your pain



cars on the freeway and then the

hills just beyond it and

not blindness but

dwindling shades of grey



listen



are you tired of starving yet?



is the truth still an option?



and all we get for answers

                               are lies







  

[[[[[[[[[[[[







MOTHERFUCKER





or what about these men who

suck christ’s cock

while raping teenage girls?



what about the sycophants and

parasites who choose to

give them power?



one word of truth and

the revolution begins



  

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h





gotta push yr god’s face

deeper into the filth of

his own blind faith



gotta make him finally

see that self-hatred

is the only true

religion





  



[[[[[[[[[[[[



  

h







standing in plain view,

disappearing



this is no great trick



we were never

more than strangers



nothing to keep us
together but this fear
of drowning alone




I AM THE RESURRECTION


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.