Thursday, January 12, 2017

Unpredictability, always preferred (sorry I didn’t hate 2016) … films and music

Every year, when viewed as a 12-month chunk, is a summation of losses and gains. Sometimes one outweighs the other, and sometimes, losses v. gains as measured by the populace at large tell a very different story than when measured by the individual. I didn’t end 2016 shaking my fist at the heavens for taking away some single-named musical greats; I had more, very personal reasons for both wrath and gratitude toward the year that was, not least of all the movies and music on the accompanying list.

In cinema, I always want to be surprised, shocked, and to have my expectations confounded, even dashed. This is precisely what keeps me passionate about film post-1980—otherwise, I’d just be watching my Michael Findlay and Jean Rollin favorites over and over. It’s movies like Cub, Victoria, and Lake Nowhere that cause me to continually take chances on contemporary cinema, while many others are content to mutter, “Conjuring 2 was pretty good.” No. No it wasn’t. Not nearly good enough.

Cub Let me take a wild stab here and guess that many, nay the majority reading this, have suffered the stigma of being the “weird kid,” with troubles the group didn’t want to bother to understand. Well, here is your triumph. This visually exquisite and tight thriller about a Belgian scout troop on a French holiday pulls no punches (animal abuse, multiple child deaths, gory endings for both male and female adults) and yet boasts a rounded, satisfying conclusion that will somehow have you (or I should say, had me) applauding that someone made a wholly original horror film with a continually surprising story that goes nowhere you’ll expect, and yet ends somewhere that makes absolute sense and will satisfy most viewers. You’ll feel like you “watched something” after Cub, and if you’re at all like me your mind will resonate with its images and shocks. Add to that the marriage of an artful and well-paced electronic score by Steve Moore, and this one is pretty unmissable.

Victoria A single-shot film, and Russian Ark it ain’t. A drama/action thriller, slyly tense from the get-go, Victoria tells the story of the eponymous heroine, a cafe worker from out-of-country, and one night in Berlin she spends with a charming, albeit thuggish, group of guys who end up needing her help direly. By morning, nothing will ever be the same. Victoria is a harrowing film experience, pretty much seizing the very definition of “thriller.” Fans of The Shield will remember how it felt to be shoulder-to-shoulder with the actors as grimy drug houses had their doors kicked in, and the camera in Victoria behaves in much the same way—you’re with this crew of unfortunate unprofessionals, as heists go panicked and awry, bullets fly overhead or just nearby, and death and disaster loom. I’ve already said too much.

The Corpse of Anna Fritz Ever seen a necrophilia/revenge movie? This one may be the first. Though The Corpse of Anna Fritz is played for tense thrills, (dead) serious all the way, after two viewings I couldn’t help but take away a “comedy” vibe from this Spanish oddity, simply because the bad decisions made by the trio of male characters escalates so unbelievably quickly, I felt like the devil on their shoulder laughing at them as they take the slippy slide into hell. Let me be clear: you have to be ok with corpsefucking (simulated, movie-style) to watch this movie; what’s depicted is brutal, no question, but just when that brutality is beginning to utterly sicken you, that’s when the unexpected gets rolling, and roll it does. A wild ride, and I’m glad I watched it twice.

The Witch Mainstream? Yes. Many of you reading this will have already seen it? Sure. But The Witch (or VVitch) warrants inclusion here simply because it is one of the best horror films made within the last 20 years. Director Robert Eggers held back his idea, until he could find investors that were willing to shell out for 17th-century-authentic fence posts, and that dedication to an idea, that creative passion, well in this case it’s a winner because it meticulously creates a world where you are lifted out of your theater seat or off your couch into absolute New-England-settlement realism, a time when witches were very real in the minds of the faithful, and the garden-variety horrible (like dead crops, disease, death and hunger) happened with regularity. Did I mention the allegory of feminine coming-of-age, and its “threat” to a good, Puritan family? That’s there too, The VVitch spares no one, and no awful possibility, for a family literally just trying to survive in the New World. Nothing that happens is expected, or even pleasant, but as the film concludes, you may be moved to spontaneous applause, and will definitely feel like, “goddamn, I watched a MOVIE there.” Indispensable, for both horror geeks and mainstream cineastes.

Crush The Skull It’s important to me every year to dig for the gold, to find those little films that are well made, often despite smaller budgets, because the acting, dialogue, situations, and most importantly the ideas are all solidly in place. You won’t understand the title until the very end, and it’d be a shame for me to ruin that moment for you. What I can say is that Crush The Skull is about a group of amateur thieves who case and choose the wrong house for robbery—the abode of a serial killer and captive torturer—and what sets it far apart from box-office boomer Don’t Breathe, that plot aside, is measurable; not only did Crush The Skull come first, but it’s fuckin’ funny, often hilarious. It’s horror-comedy, without any doubt, when severed heads still speak, and the moves of the killer(s?) are far from perfect, especially when one considers Hollywood’s record of flawlessness and omniscience when it comes to serial murderers. Great writing, fun cast, dynamite opening scene, so many good things to say about Crush The Skull, but just see it.

Green Room Here we go with another mainstream film that many of you reading will have probably seen already, but it’s that resonance, that “makes you think about stuff” quality, that helped Green Room bump a few perhaps lesser-known titles off of this list. Director Jeremy Saulnier (and in no small part actor/co-producer Macon Blair) impressed the hell out of me with their first joint effort, Blue Ruin, an ultra-twisted, modern Hatfields/McCoys bummerfest, and Green Room finds that team with more money, bigger-name talent, and a wholly different story to tell, that of some luckless punk rockers who end up witnessing a murder at a skinhead club, a gig they took out of desperation in the first place. From there, the whole house of cards tumbles, lots of characters you’ll like die horribly, and Patrick Stewart puts in an evil, nonchalant turn as the white-supremacist group leader. The ending to Green Room is equal parts bleak and triumphant, and anyone who hasn’t seen it at this reading might want to hop on, because I, among many others, eagerly await seeing what Saulnier et al. will produce next.

Darling A difficult proposition perhaps for some, because Darling is a contemporary re-imagining of Roman Polanski’s Repulsion, which so many of us know and love, but for me Darling does so with aplomb, hitting all the right notes at all the right times. Trading Paris for NY’s upper crust, blonde for brunette (the lovely and hypnotic Lauren Ashley Carter), and the slow descent into madness for supernatural/Satanic forces that may be controlling the show in this most-ritzy of Manhattan dwellings, Darling plays like a dream director Mickey Keating must have had about Repulsion, like that room that’s not your room but it is, and though the elemental parts are basically the same, stroboscopic/hallucinatory effects, supernatural rumbles, whispers, and Satanic messages carved into locked doors take the place of a rotten rabbit carcass on a plate, and cruel ladies at the beauty parlor. Darling is a cool film, and I recommend even skeptics give it a chance. It all ends up “nicely” with a song by My Castle of Quiet regulars Harassor.

Plague Town Ahh, Ireland. I’m such an Eire-o-phile that sometimes it hurts, but I wouldn’t want to be this hapless American family, who on a search for some ancestral roots, at first seem like they’re traipsing into predictable horror terrain, primed to be picked off one-by-one, but no, this town, aptly named, has other plans for some of them, and the combination of graphic gore, woodsy ritual magic, and the suggestion of birth deformities and inbreeding is positively creepy. That’s it, this little gem is ultra creepy, there are scenes that will make you squirm, and it’s clear the filmmakers had about two dimes to scrape together, but again, ideas, ideas, ideas—that is and always will be what good horror movies are all about—not bodycounts, not backwoods chases, not cliché after cliché, and homage after homage à la Rob Zombie. Plague Town is clever, and shockingly violent; a little tale of the Irish countryside that sits comfortably among the more puffed-up productions on this list.

Lake Nowhere Goddamn these people had fun. Lake Nowhere looks and feels like a rented, abused VHS from a crappy neighborhood video store (remember those?), and that effect (complete with mock trailers) could damn a film to dismissible corniness, but in Lake Nowhere, every piece of the puzzle fits beautifully, and its smartly concise 55-min. runtime will feel like a full meal. Even the premise threatens to underwhelm, as a group of a half-dozen or so friends retreat to a lake house (!) for some partying, r & r, etc.—BUT JUST YOU WAIT! One guy takes too long of a dip in the nearby lake and he comes back er, somewhat beyond life and death, and bloody, bloody violence ensues. To tell you any more would be criminal, but Lake Nowhere ends up as one of the subtlest, most-disturbing and memorable horror journeys I took this year.

The Duke of Burgundy Ah! The struggles of the Dom. No one understands. Well, now you can, in this perfectly hung fruit of a 60s-70s period piece, by director Peter Strickland. This might as well have been made in 1972, played on a double bill with something like Straight on Till Morning, the recreation of production design and most importantly the mood of that era are so palpable. In a palatial home, two beautiful women, one a bit younger, play out a tightrope-walk of a romantic/sexual dynamic that’s pretty much tense from the very first scene. Look deep into the crotch of those suffocating but oh-so-wonderfully seamed black stockings, because what’s there isn’t exactly as pretty as you’d like, and involves enormous compromise, patience and exhaustion. Ultra clever and otherworldly in its perfection.

Mystic Inane - ass't 7"s | Scumripper -s/t | Dry Insides - all | Cape of Bats - Violent Occultism, etc. | Wounds - III | Nordwind/Order of the White Hand - split | Muerte - all | James Harlow - s/t | Prison Moan - Parasite Hole | Pink Mass - SLVT KVLT | Steve Moore - Cub OST | Obduktio - s/t | Moros - Life Assisted Suicide | Vlk - Of Wolves' Blood | Total Abuse - Excluded | Graves at Sea - The Curse That Is | The Repos - Poser | Wet Ones - s/t | KK Null - Plasmagma | Cadaver Eyes - Class Mammal | Absolute Power - s/t | Alkerdeel - Lede | Hostium - The Bloodwine of Satan | Cherubs - 2 Ynfynyty + Fist in the Air | Verminaard - Wardens of a Light-Starved Realm | Haxen - s/t | Null & Void - The Immeasurable Dark | Slave House - s/t | Nurse - s/t | Crowhurst - II | Ustalost - The Spoor of Vipers | True Love - Meditating Through Illusion | Bleak - No Light, No Tunnel | Lead Sprinkler - Ne Pas Peindre Le Diable Sur Le Mer | The Gate - Live! | Finished - Cum Inside Me Bro | SIRE - s/t demo | OPPONENTS - Blood on the Streets | Vasculae - Head Against Wall | Istidraj - Metafizika | Street Sects - End Position | Thanatoloop - Torturadortorturado | Misery Ritual - I Hurt Because I Must | Our Place of Worship Is Silence - The Embodiment of Hate | Alexandra Atnif - 2CD | Jackie Ransom - Final Exposure | Architeuthis Dux - Submergence | Beheat Gorum de Mentheurd - The Voyage of Life | Orodruin/Old Tower - split | Virginia Creep - s/t EP | Uniform - Ghosthouse | Basarabian Hills - Groping To a Misty Spread | Lord Time - Mandatory Human Livestock Reduction | Sovereign - In The Abyss of My Soul | IDES - Born To Run In Place | Haare - Regression + Meditations | Narcos - White Dog | Hatchers - The Riverward Suite | Âmes Sanglantes - Human Pillar

Wednesday, January 11, 2017

Tarkus saved my life once.

I like an old Melvins tune, how about youuuuuuuuu? I like some Mossy doom, how about youuuuuu?

"From the flight of the seagull, come the spread claws of the eagle, only fear breaks the silence, as we all kneel pray for guidance..." Feeling this way lately? Surprised that Emerson, Lake and Palmer can be at all relevant in 2017? Don't be. What's old is new again.

Bedazzling: IDES | Evocación | Seol | Sovereign | Cowardice | The Lowest Form | Ohyda | HOGG | Beheat Gorum de Mentheurd | Âmes Sanglantes | Architeuthis Dux


And there up top we have Hollywood's—nay America's—Golden Boy; actor, director, lover of wives and children, winner of awards, with not a scandal attached to his name, in a bit of a jam there in Drive (a tender moment for me especially because Christina Hendricks' head has just been blown clean off), but he'll make it. A REAL HERO, AND A HUMAN BEING. 

Expect the My Castle of Quiet 2016 wrap-up film list (with notation) and music dump to post tomorrow, or at the very least before week's end.

Thank you one and all for lending your ears and minds to last night's horrorcast™.

Wednesday, January 4, 2017


Sometimes, often, it just comes down to this—whatever nightmares you've endured, and whatever horrors you've perpetrated—a dead guy and his devoted dog tell the tale. Final. True. What a great and poignant moment from Jeremy Saulnier's Green Room; canines don't traverse in right or wrong, objective judgments—only the presence and word of their beloved master.

So, I'm back, rickety as fuck, but hell, the accumulation of absolutely great new black metal, punk, and noise "pulled me back in"—not that I ever thought I was out (in contrast to Michael Corleone)—it was just a matter of time, in this field of achingly gradual recovery in which I now live.


The new Uniform, deservedly so, was a dynamite highlight; their two-man strike force pushing a lot of contemporary heavy music to the cookie-cutter periphery. Also inspiring Castlehead commentary were Necromorbid | Devil Master | Ides | Patrick Cowley & Candida Royale ...

Personal highs and "discoveries" included the new Sovereign 12" on Seed Stock (rec. 2009) | The Lowest Form | BIB 7" | the Barghest / Thou split 10" | works by Haare | Black Sand Desert & Unsustainable Social Condition | Dolce ...


Oh and THAT LIST, that one I do every year, of films that made a resonant impression on me, and virtually all the new music that stopped me in my tracks in 2016, it's coming. I know how much you all LOVE those year-end lists, haha, but, myself somewhat derailed/uninspired by a twisted physical state, enthused composition didn't happen/was delayed. I figured just as well, let you recover from everyone's else's 2016 wrap-up—then I, with a week or two of hunkered-down writing, plus the benefit of a few weeks' hindsight, could er, dazzle—maybe even bedazzle, but I hesitate to set the bar quite that high. Anyway, keep your eyes peeled (and no, The Autopsy of Jane Doe is not on it); I'll do my best to shove it in your faces anyway.


Your multitude of welcoming comments on our playlist was just the juice that I needed, very much appreciated. Back next week.

Monday, January 2, 2017

MCoQ returns tomorrow night...yeah I dunno

Guts twisted, neck only now starting to hold straight—fuck it, I return. SEVEN WEEKS of radio is enough to miss. ...Whom else will bring you the decrepit roar and screech that you have come to expect?

Can't thank enough my WFMU colleagues who filled in (Jeff M., Jonathan Herweg, Prof Dum Dum, Michele), and the scores more fellow staff and listener friends who wrote concerned/kind/heartfelt emails & letters, sent dazzling care packages, and brought by homemade pierogi. You're a great group! Didn't realize I'd engendered so much good will over the years, but there you have it—truly, thanks!

Neuropathy is freezing my fingers as I type; not gonna lie—I got FUUUUCKED UP, and some conditions/symptoms are ongoing, but that said, I'm not one to go on at length about my personal maladies (hint: no one really digs it) and yeah, after weeks of forming Castle playlists in my head, I could stand the wait no longer.

So... Welcome to rice fields, motherfucker!

...And while you're at it, check out My Castle of Quiet's new logo & playlist-archive topper (for bold, new times) designed and executed by Matt Neatly, longtime Castle supporter, great friend, and all-around solid guy. And yes, Jean Rollin's heartbroken nun from Fiancée of Dracula remains.


Thursday, November 10, 2016

Fuck everything ... Except MCOQ

Ahh, what's playing now?! @00:17? ...a monumental LP side from Sea Of Bones, followed by a soul-crushing track off the Coffinshade demo (cassette available from Tour de Garde), and then, some absolutely hypnotic, "blackened" selections from blonde dissection, and Menimals, recurring 80s thrash/death from Sewercide... and plenty more lurching, wicked black metal, from Blliigghhtteedd, Istidraj, White Medal, A.M.S.G. ...and thanks to Fox (Rā-chul), for keeping my car psychologically on the rails, with all the untoward shit going on in American politics I was in fact quite numb.

It's all there; just click on Jena Malone, captured from NWR's The Neon Demon, a departure from the director's form in certain ways (female protagonist; many smoother, extended scenes), but for fans of Refn's movies, truly, there is a lot to crush. ...And we rode out last night's horrorcast™ with long-form electronics, film scores and lush, Scandinavian chanting.

I'm glad I was able to provide respite for some. Trying not to be too serious, ever, while at the same time, realizing "IT'S OVER!" and "PHEW" though many hedged their bets on a losing horse. "We told you so" seems oddly cruel ...

WFMU is still fundraising, with an eye on the station's overall goal; My Castle of Quiet as well, more than halfway ascending to ours. To pledge, please see the dog 'n' cow Flash widget above this post. It's been a rich autumn, so many great new releases, in our twin godheads of extreme metal and noise.

I got my share of tongue-tied last night, my mind being somewhat possessed by current affairs. "When you haven't finished the assignment," right? The teacher disdains, because they know that you're "not working to your fullest potential." 

Highlights of our last hour included, but were not limited to: Arvo Zylo great solo CD, Kimberly Henninger & Shawn Parke, Exhaustion, Death Factory, and Architeuthis Dux (stream below.)

Special programming kicks up again on our November 29/30 program, with a live set/album premiere from NJ's Ides's Ides from their first MCoQ appearance in 2013. Thanks for listening as always. Perhaps next week we will find ourselves nearing the end of "bargaining" ....

Wednesday, November 2, 2016

We just can't get a Castle show on Halloween can we? One day though...

Someone please 'splain to me what "...a Woody Harrelson short" means? Is the always-charming actor-stoner-stoner-actor valid currency now? And how then, would a Harrelson fare in market value against a McConaughey? And thanks for the consideration (and headline), listener Rory. That particular planetary alignment may have happened (I'd have to check a calendar), of our program and Halloween falling on the same night—may not have—but honestly, the very essence of the matter is that WE ARE HALLOWEEN on My Castle of Quiet, every week; so while many take the weeks leading up to the holiday to "get their spook on," it's the daily order that we remain immersed in the cinema, imagery and language of horror always, so no "Halloween Special" needed, or really even considered. IF we fall on the day, all that said, a ritual of some proportion might be in order, we shall see what the stars have planned.

...It's a good day today, not only because my pre-worn shirt and Instax from Gyna Bootleg* arrived (*performance artist-idol-noisemaker-sexbomb-SIRE vocalist-and pretty much the best thing on Instagram) but also because we rattled these Castle walls last night, and a good time was had by all. (And to answer your question, yes I am a pervert, a bicycle-seat-sniffer if ever there was one, and though the Bootleg shirt came with neither stink nor stank, it's still pre-worn and it's a nicely debauched, seedy silkscreened design.) ...and we didn't even hear SIRE this week, but we will!!!! They have three new songs posted at their bandcamp from the soon to arrive SIRE full-length, Evocation of the Serpent.


The faithful roared (er, typed) for: Basarabian Hills | Waste | Frizzi2Fulci (see below) | new Nick Cave | new Dark Blue | new Numerators | Alcoholic Rites | Kiran Arora ... the new Cape of Bats tape-side sounding great, too, along with Street Sects, BIB, the Fur Helmet 12", lots more ...

So, 54% is awesome, and much love to the hardcore 'heads that got us there—we still have a potential 46% to go in pledges, so if you enjoyed last night's show, haven't pulled the trigger quite yet, etc., please see the black, white and grey "PLEDGE NOW" widget somewhere above this post, at the top of our horrorcast™-playlist-archive page, and virtually all over (if you wish to pledge to another WFMU program, or the station @ large.)

Click on that inspired young lad up top, from the I Was a Teenage Were-Bear segment of the comedy-horror anthology Chillerama, to reach the full streaming audiocast, playlist with album art, and comments for last night's program.

Wednesday, October 26, 2016


I'm enjoying this more-mixed approach to set structure that has sort of crept up on me. The Castle has always been eclecticbecause "dark" comes in so many colors. There will still be "metal blocs," not to worry, just maybe with a little more seasoning in the membranes. All The Colors of The Dark, in fact. It's been an Edwige Fenech kind of week, for me, having just re-watched Your Vice Is a Locked Room ...thanks to Shudder. Also, if you happen to be a subscriber, Blood Rage, recently added, and starring Louise Lasser, is absolutely indispensable for lovers of great American trash cinema.

Much gratitude to Andy Ortmann for a complex and slowly unfolding, treat-for-the-ears set; sounded amazing over the air. And to HOGG, fierce and earnest in their craft in all the right ways, a perfect blend of punchy drum machine-live percussion-spiny guitar-plucky bass, and Regan McNeil vocals, nice people to boot. It was great to meet you all, and thanks for making My Castle of Quiet & WFMU a stop on the tour. You can stream our entire horrorcast™ from last night, including both live sets, by clicking above, on a revolver-wielding Imogen Poots from the fun Fright Night remake (2011.)

Remember, while everyone gets "spooky," and wallows in horror-film enjoyment every October, we are here doing this every week. We are Halloween all-year-round, and if that be your Santa Claus as well, then please do donate what you can, to our show and to WFMU. Bottom line we really need it (for example, our server was choked, right during last night's show and until some time today) and more $ means more independence for WFMU always. Just sayin'.

Thanks to everyone who has pushed My Castle of Quiet 30% toward its shift goal for the month! I've thanked some of you on air, and have a bigger list of names to roll call next week. My gracious thanks, and a place for thee always amidst the mortar of The Castle.

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Finally, this week is Singles Going Steady at WFMU, which undoubtedly fueled our eclecticism, with high points last night from The Animals, Amofas, Wilt, the first Der Plan EP, Sun Splitter, Spettro Family, Liviiing, Dairyland Jubilee, Narcos, True Love, more ...

Wednesday, October 19, 2016


Call it a seasonal mood, "creativity in action," whichever, last night's My Castle of Quiet program was more organically devised, rolling forward with the selections like a wheel of fortune, trusting my gut that it would all fit, in contrast to my more-tried-and-true device of blocking out sets of similar music, or as I put it, "metal, metal, more metal, punk, 'space'...." It was a lively, receptive and interactive comments board, so I guess maybe I done good.

Praise for "Lucifer's Corpus," a UK-occult-psych classic from Writing on The Wall, never fails | a track from the recent Senyawa/Arrington de Dionyso collab | the amazing Jackie Ransom tape | Mexican shoegaze-black loveliness from Astarot | the perennial Castle favorite Haare, from the -stuff of legend- Chemical Witchcraft LP ... and 54 mins. of brilliant, brutal, HEALING doom from Highgate.

...and it's my free-form / nonprofit broadcaster's duty, nay mission, to remind you all that if you like what you hear, on MCoQ or any other WFMU program, to please make a donation to us this October. The month is past the halfway mark, our program and the station in general still falling short of our fundraising goals. It's always "lean times" at WFMU, our budget always a gathering of piecemeal donations from various generous sources, and yeah ... If last night's program enriched your night, please think about visiting the white Flash widget above this post & giving what you can. Also see this page for more information/options, and new merch designs.

Recorded yesterday, to be broadcast next week, dazzling live sets by both Andy Ortmann and HOGG, a Chicago noise tour that graciously made WFMU and The Castle one of their stops, and you won't be disappointed by what has been laid down! Join us for the broadcast next week, see here for more info and to "join" our event.

Finally, our screen capture this week takes us YET AGAIN to Robert Eggers' contemporary classic The Witch; click there for the streaming audio archive, playlist and comments for last night's horrorcast™.

Wednesday, October 12, 2016

River of Garbage. That's beautiful.

Cult black metal definitely pulled the train last night, slapped the horse—"giddyap!"—its melancholic streams, relentless, hammering beats, and anguished wails defined our evening ...And none more so than Ozama, whose live set showcased well the band's songwriting power. Mügrêh is planning two albums ahead, his pockets are full of songs, and it's damn impressive too, because it's top-shelf composing, none of this riff-blast beat-slow part-repeat stuff that's all too common nowadays. SO yes, GREAT USBM, Latin-American Black Metal, "kvlt"—call it what you will it's just top of the line, and I'm thrilled to have hosted the band. Look for their second full-length, Rio de Basura, to arrive in a few weeks.

The evening began and continued in this dark terrain for most of the night, with great tracks from White Medal, Tardigrada [new full length preview here], Grand Mood [new 12"!], Human Bodies, M. Del Rio, a blistering punk set, and lots of Popnihil cassettes. It's all up there, to stream the archive just click on Alan Bates' cracking visage from Jerzy Skolimowski's classic The Shout.

So here's the thing—WFMU needs pledges! We're doing this all October, mostly on the Web, low pitch, low pressure—but we do need what you can spare, with all kinds of changes happening at the station (rebuilding our third floor, JM in the AM's amicable yet sudden departure (12/1), plus more stuff you don't even wanna know....) so PLEASE click on the black and white dog-and-cow widget above this post to support WFMU, and to specifically make that pledge to My Castle of Quiet, I mean if you're reading this and enjoy the show yep yep yep

Thanks again to Ozama, and JP, and to everyone who's put us 14% toward our modest program goal for the month; I'll be thanking folks on the air next week.

BUT WAIT, there's more...WFMU is holding a "small-but-mighty record affair" at our Monty Hall, THIS SATURDAY, October 15, from 10 a.m. to 7 p.m. @ 43 Montgomery Street in Jersey City. And yes, my own little curative label/cottage industry Prison Tatt Records will be there, with our in-print catalog of cassettes, 12" & 7" vinyl, and CDs, distro items, personal-collection must gos, and a few new releases NOT YET FOR SALE ONLINE. Hope to meet you there and maybe even sell you something!

Wednesday, October 5, 2016

Yea this is definitely scratching the itch.

We opened strong, with at least one listener declaring, "this is horrible noise!," and a live-recorded vision of ecstasy from the great Incapacitants, from their Burning Orange album (2008.) Onward into Oxen-label territory—a trio of mind-mashing works—one from Unsustainable Social Condition in particular drawing comment on our playlist. [Click on the image below to stream our exclusive 2010 broadcast of Incapacitants' set from LAFMS fest.]

We drifted forward in the sandstorm, with tracks from PANICSVILLE [Andy Ortmann, with touring companions HOGG, our guests-to-be at the end of the month], and a dreamy excursion through many-colored rooms with pianos, from our friend and former guest Arvo Zylo.

Noise Bliss-Out #5 played out in fuzzed ease, with a later excerpt from the great Wipe Hour Time Canceler tape also garnering praise. ...

Please remember that our mothership WFMU is fundraising all this month, low-pressure, Web-only, and to contribute directly to My Castle of Quiet, see the easy-to-use flash widget atop that page, or this page, or our weekly playlist page, or simply visit this page (to also have a look at our two new t-shirts, and other swag as well.)
Click on everybody's pal McConaughey up top (from the moving Dallas Buyers Club) to reach the full, screaming, streaming archive of Noise Bliss-out #5, complete with album/tape art and listener comments.

NEXT WEEK: MCoQ continues a month of special programming with another one for the ages; a live set from the mighty OZAMA! [Facebook event]