FULL ON BITCHIN'

NEW WORK FOR NEW TIMES

@

THE BITCHIN' KITSCH

https://issuu.com/chris_talbot/docs/bkjun2018issue

A WORLD OF SUCH UNNATURAL HORROR

GIVE THE GUN TO YOUR LOVER'S SON

A  VERITABLE

SMORGASBORD  OVER  AT

RECORD.

THANK  YOU,

GODFREY  LOGAN!

https://magazine-record.blogspot.com/2018/05/lucifer-no-alchemyhere-in-forest-of.html

THE KINGDOM OF ASHES BEGINS AT YOUR DOOR

NEW WORK @

SQUAWK BACK

http://www.thesquawkback.com/2018/05/john.html

NOSTALGIA FOR ALL THE TIMES THAT NEVER HAPPENED

FEELS SO GOOD TO RISE ABOVE

CROWS AT THE FOOT OF EVERY CROSS

2 NEW PIECES

AT BINDWEED

https://bindweedmagazine.wordpress.com/2018/05/27/john-sweet-2-poems/

SATANISTS IN A CHRISTIAN NATION

In case you're in the neighborhood........

A LIFETIME WASTED AT THE DESERT'S EDGE

OR KEITH MITCHELL, RECENTLY DECEASED

SATURDAY AFTERNOON BLISS-OUT

Another bold leap forward for Wooden Shjips. The lazy conventional wisdom has always shouted “60s psych-rock revivalists!!” when discussing this group, but I don’t see it. The Shjips, while definitely drawing some influence from 60s psychedelia, combine the best motorik drone of 70s Krautrock, the creepy keyboard menace of Suicide and the straight-up minimalist guitar & drum pummeling of Loop and Spacemen 3, and then they make something entirely new out of it. Depending on your point of view and points of reference, they’ll either sound vaguely retro or entirely modern.

On V., despite a hint of the old menace, they offer up their mellowest set yet. Stately beats, languorous rhythms, riffs and drones that shimmer like the sun through some mid-afternoon haze – this is truly beautiful music. Horns color opener “Eclipse”, and there seem to be touches of piano and acoustic guitar in other spots. The wheel hasn’t been reinvented, but one of the best bands of the 21st century has found some powerful new ways to keep its sound fresh.

IT ALWAYS FELT LIKE SUICIDE

IN A NATION OF PRIESTS WHO WOULD RAPE MY SONS

Interview from 16 years ago, and a zesty selection of poems from those darker days:

http://www.tryst3.com/issue2/sweetview.html

WAITING FOR VIZZINI

NO GODS, NO RELIGION

LET THE FALSE KING RING HIS BROKEN BELLS, LET THE FALSE KING DROWN IN BLOOD

YOU WANT TO FUCK THE DAUGHTERS OF THE MEN YOU CRUCIFY

Fresh, crispy, beer-battered goodness

@ Winedrunk Sidewalk.........

http://winedrunksidewalk.blogspot.com/2018/05/day-for-hundred-and-eighty-nine.html

And Françoise Gilot, because why not?

THE TASTE OF YOU

TURNING AWAY FROM THE DROWNING BOY

WHAT I MEAN WHEN I TELL YOU THAT NOTHING REALLY MATTERS

I AM NOT THE SICKNESS

NEW  WORK  @  DUANE’S  POETREE

http://duanespoetree.blogspot.com/2018/05/john-sweet-writes.html

ALL OF YOUR ENEMIES, DREAMING OF YOUR DEATH

5 A.M. SUNDAY MORNING - UNFORTUNATELY, NO ONE WAS BRUTALLY BEATEN

Or even shot in the leg.  Or the head.

Time for the hillbilly neighbors to move back to

Hootin' Holler.........

A CAUTIOUS OPTIMISM BEFORE THE NEXT SCHOOL SHOOTING

EVERYTHING YOU WERE, YOU WILL NEVER BE AGAIN

YOU HATE ME FOR BEING YOU

AN AGE OF FROZEN DAYS

HE IS STRUCK ONCE AGAIN BY THE ABSENCE OF HOPE

THE BASTARD CHILD OF LESSER GODS

https://flutterpress2009.blogspot.com/2016/04/new-release-approximate-wilderness-by.html

THE THIRD TIME WE MET

SENSE OF UNEASE

how the world always ends

bones on a snow-covered roof and you
dream of reasons
but never the right ones

you wake up to
the screams of crows

stranger knows your name and
that your father is dead

a rumor of suicide

a child’s body
pulled from the river

january now for most of your life and
all you want is to apologize

turns out hatred was
always the most important thing

what matters most

about power is that

you will never have any

any vote you cast ends up being
a vote for war

there is never an end to the list of
people your government
tells you must die

WE CAN'T LIVE IF WE'RE TOO AFRAID TO DIE

THE TRUTH OF LIGHT VS. THE TRUTH OF LOSS

CRYBABY

KILLING CHRIST IN THE NAME OF ALL THAT IS HOLY

UNDERSTANDING THE GIFT OF VISION

New work at STRIDE MAGAZINE.

Link is here:

http://stridemagazine.blogspot.com/2018/05/the-gift.html

  

This is the poem:

trust

not magic, but something real

something pure,

and i have  been trying to thank you

                                                  for it

in these last dying days of October

i have been walking down dead-end streets,

past the ghosts of suicides,

pasts burned-out gas stations,

and i have spent enough of my life being blind

to finally understand the gift of

vision

i have tasted you in the grey light

of silent afternoons

have only wanted more

LA LUZ WILL SAVE THE WORLD

The 4^th release by surf-noir mavens La Luz positions them as an unstoppable force.  Are they capable of writing a bad song?  Not so far.  The best part of FLOATING FEATURES, I gotta say, is the production.  It’s still very basic, but they keep moving further and further away from the lo-fi aesthetic of DAMP FACE, and that’s a good thing.  This is a band that needs the finer details to stand out for their music to be fully appreciated.  The heavily reverbed spooky surf guitar, the girl-group vocal harmonies (and Shana Cleveland’s slightly ethereal and disembodied lead vocals) , the garage-rock keyboards – everything that makes La Luz so unique and excellent is on FLOATING FEATURES, and in widescreen technicolor.