Wednesday, August 24, 2016
Keith Moon we lose tragically young, at 32...and we get 38 *more* years of the "geezer" Daltrey, and "I Am a Woman" Pete Townshend (remember that? It really happened, in 1990; Townshend declared himself to be woman, as I recall there was even a press conference; though many have now forgotten this odd tidbit of Who history.) ...at the time, a female colleague @ WFMU, who shall remain unnamed, said, "just because he's taken it up the ass a few times, doesn't mean he knows anything about being a woman.")
We always get the shit tradeoff; we lose MLK, both Kennedys...yet they manage to save Reagan in the operating theatre. Just saying. Can the proles have our day yet? Fuck sake.
On to last night's horrorcast™, there was a lot to like apparently for the 'heads; my mini-happy birthday to Moonie opening bloc was followed by something from Diabolical Fullmoon Mysticism by Immortal, to my ears a regular go-to of the Norwegian giants' catalog:
Also currying favor were several selections of chaotic, lo-fi "black-a-billy" from Negromancy ...
The Cabbageheads | Finished | The Bear Faced Boy | Misery Ritual | Dip Apple ... we also heard more from the new Jucifer | a great 2015 tape-title selection from Lea Bertucci
[Lea live on My Castle of Quiet, Oct. 2012] ...
Our still this week comes from The Forest (1982), yet another chunk of American cinematic low culture—from virtually the golden age for such things—and probably worth a look if you fancy a camper/slasher tale with a prevailing "supernatural baloney" centerpiece.
Click on the image up top to reach the streaming audio, accuplaylist and listener remarks for last night's My Castle of Quiet.
Wednesday, August 17, 2016
My Mac is at a crawl, either protesting the climate, its own planned obsolescence via Apple (2009, so ANCIENT), or it *could be* the dramatic volume of music and movies stored locally (yeah, yeah, "get a backup drive" ... I have one & it's FULL.) So, must try to keep this internal review short.
We kicked off last night's horrorcast™ with a project I've been following with enthusiasm, Funeral Art, from Guatemala, who put forth a very unique blend of neoclassical, dark ambient, and raw black metal elements. This track is an MCoQ exclusive, slated for 2017 release. ...Our first set, aka "the shit," aka Music For a Sweating, plodded forth with tracks by Evoken, Aun, Eyehategod, classic Pain Teens, and yes, Candlemass. (I'm preparing you all for that night when I play Heart's "Mistral Wind," and no one is surprised.)
Other highlights included a track from the queasy, arcane blackmetal noise-mess of Chernobog | a 2010 favored chestnut from The Communion | dynamite new sounds from Finished (rising from the ashes of Tinsel Teeth, with Gyna Bootleg on vocals—can't hardly wait for a personal copy of the Load LP, avail. for pre-order) | an older song by Ramlord (a new split LP, also a pre-order, from Broken Limbs) | new Black Panties 12" on Lumpy | new, improvised post-Kraut electronics from Brooklyn's Mind Machine | hard head noise from NJ's Lead Sprinkler
There was a lot more ... click up top, on that final, exhausted scene from Jeremy Saulnier's Green Room, to reach the playlist, streaming audio, record art, and listener comments for last night's My Castle of Quiet program. As always, thanks for taking the ride with me.
Wednesday, August 10, 2016
"Write what you know." ...and that's what I'll be trying to do, reading what I know—horror film that is, its "dont's," its preposterous clichés, praising the praiseworthy and fighting the good fight against impervious poltergeists, among other asides—my virgin voyage aboard WFMU's Literary Guild Meetup events, with readings by a delightful assortment of my colleagues as well. All happens tomorrow night @ 7 p.m., at KGB Bar & Lit Mag, 85 E 4th St., NYC; more info below.
Alraune | Cirrhus | Moloch stirred the faithful. I quite liked our excursions into ritual dark ambient whatever, with longer selections by Ateh Gibor Le'olam Shaitan, and Mortiis
Our screen capture this week comes from Mickey Keating's Darling, a visually engaging modern meditation on Roman Polanski's Repulsion, with a star-qual. performance by the lovely Lauren Ashley Carter (seen above.) Click there to reach the archived audio, playlist, and listener comments for this week's My Castle of Quiet program.
Wednesday, August 3, 2016
"You're goin' drip drip drip on mah radio, AM radio, PM radio ..."
As we move through the summer, the stagnancy of same lifting and then returning, life goes on oblivious, the wheels turn and the gears churn, hope blinks at us from the horizon. The dog gets walked. The broken gets repaired. I ease into the uniform of track pants and band t-shirts, saving those buttoned-down patterns for days when I might "see people."
Tons o' fun last night, employed my tried-and-true "start off hard, get black, then get noisy" formulae; listeners were dazzled by selections from Vile Gash | Sunrot ("Trigger Warning," a ferocious ass-kick of a song; fingers crossed, Sunrot joins us live later this summer) | Exhaustion | True Love ... a few more personal highlights; Fugazi's First Demo | Absolute Power | the Green Room original motion picture soundtrack (we heard songs from Midnight, Battletorn, and Brooke & Will Blair) | The Communion | Mauler | The Spitters (Legendary NYC Stooges-Jesus Lizard-Birthday Party-style teetotalers, fronted by the late Mark Ashwill, a founding member of Missing Foundation) | Tzantza | Haxen | Beackon | Crowhurst | Triac | Sonic Poison | Verminaard | selections by Leah P & Circuit Wound from Stray Dog II | ruiner. | Lead Sprinkler—those last two both have a fine selection of harsh-noise digital album work available online & worth your time...
Lastly, our friends One Master are finishing up their tour with Bog of the Infidel this Saturday night @ Lucky 13 Saloon in Brooklyn; see that link^ for show locations and times between now and then; they are playing a different city every night...
Our screen capture this week returns us to the recent, well-crafted horror-comedy Ava's Possessions; click up top to stream the audio archive, peep the playlist, and read listener comments for last night's horrorcast™.
Wednesday, July 27, 2016
A lot can happen in a bloody fortnight. I come back to you somewhat transformed, from a grouping of events that run the spectrum from "that really fucking sucks" to "life-changingly, unexpectedly amazing." I jawed enough about stuff & things last night; better y'all just listen to the archive, than that I start dipping my toe into repeating color commentary logged in a spirited fashion during our broadcast. ...
Coming back after a week's absence from the air is like "shooting Castles in a barrel" for me; I get easily and compulsively overloaded with ideas of music to play, set construction, etc. I've had compulsions far worse, to be sure! The constant flow of great new music makes it very easy as well. I'm really about 2016, what's happening RIGHT NOW, rather than opting to wallow in familiarity and nostalgia; what's been there will always be there, but what have you got for me that I haven't heard before?
So, with that two-week, lust-building exercise in mind, it would be a bit ridiculous for me to pick favorites, because even more so than usual, last night's playlist was chock full. I do want to point to some outstanding recent releases by Crowhurst, Sonic Poison, Straight Crimes, and Vasculae. Castleheads remarked upon selections from Iskra | Burnt Skull | Bleak | The Jon Spencer Blues Explosion ...
Our capture this week comes from a short film entitled Hag (see below), part of the somewhat-uneven but ultimately quite satisfying comedy-horror anthology Monsterland; click on that little moment of love paralysis up above to reach the streaming audio, playlist and listener comments for last night's horrorcast™.
Wednesday, July 13, 2016
Open and enthused dialog is always encouraged at My Castle of Quiet—butts v. boobs, how The Jam's music has not aged well, weevils ... it's all good, very very good; group share, without hugs or the gut-stab of the serenity prayer at the end. Did I ever mention how much I dislike the serenity prayer? How it plays into our already-rooted Judeo-Xtian programming; another backhanded slap of prostration before the misty "Lord," who we invented to shoulder the burden of our natural, human weakness. "Accepting the things I cannot change" never got a bridge built. You know what else "works if you work it?" You get the idea.
"Fist in the Air" has to be the anthem of 2016, and who better to serve it up than Cherubs, who after 20 years, just decided to start making amazing music again. Also remarked upon were a classic track by Renegade Soundwave | Magnetic Systems w Fabio Frizzi | the trailer for Blood & Lace (see below) | the always-amazing Couch Slut (ferocious live set video below)(Couch Slut on My Castle of Quiet 2015 @ the Free Music Archive) | NJ's Null & Void [coming soon to MCoQ for a live set!] | Ustalost ... personally, I can't escape the new releases from True Love | Haxen | Verminaard ...my year's favorites are lining up fast, just past the halfway mark.
I'll be tending to family business next week ... please lend new WFMU DJ Carol McCrossen your ears & indulgence; she's got a fine radar for what's good.
Want to close with a double-down on my recommendation of 2008's Plague Town (director David Gregory also known for the excellent Richard Stanley documentary, Lost Soul), a film of humble means, rich in great atmosphere, resonant visuals, and brutal gore. Back in two weeks!
Wednesday, July 6, 2016
Do want to say that conversation on Brooklyn eats, Oasis restaurant, and a good bowl of borscht all very much appreciated. How satisfying its rough heartiness would be today—in this oppressive heat—with a cool dollop of sour cream on top.
I only ever ask for life to be reasonable, and it is, more often than not. Perhaps that's why the unreasonable moments really stand out—like hi-beams at night—getting under my skin like an irritation, a scabies infection—insulting my very senses like the acrid, over-warmed air of Northern NJ in July. A pale-skinned lass to share the occasional bowl of borscht, to sit on my chest a few times a week, to mosh in the kitchen, to share in the joys and mockery of life?!—seems like a reasonable request to me. "What's not to like?" (Right, D?)
Listeners remarked upon Iggy Pop's classic "Caesar" | Sand ... personal highs included, but were not limited to, new USBM from True Love | The Repos | Null & Void | new Misery Ritual | new top-shelf dark ambient from Verminaard | new Jason Crumer | Jabladav [James Harlow on bandcamp] ...
Our still this week comes from Georges "Eyes Without a Face" Franju's Judex, and we see there the titular character, where you can click to reach the streaming audio, image-laden playlist, and listener comments for this week's horrorcast. Thanks for your ears and appreciation.
And to close, I want to second my on-air recommendation for the 2014 film Honeymoon, working the "female partner is sensitive to spirit-energy, thus is drawn into a separate realityscape/consciousness" horror trope to rewarding dramatic effect:
Wednesday, June 29, 2016
They say that if you don't buy a lottery ticket, your chances of winning are almost as good as those of one who does. I'm starting to realize how that equation applies to so many things, i.e., you are almost as likely to reap success, praise, and attention for your efforts doing fuck all as you are breaking your back. Fortune smiles on the charming-but-talentless shitheads among us as often or more so than it does on those of us who really put the passion into everything we do. Integrity is supposed to be its own reward, but honestly it's getting old, practically on a respirator at this point.
In context, does anyone read these posts, apart from my Dad? (he won't be happy with this one...) I mean I realize that people do read, but is the ratio of effort-to-recognition anywhere near equivalent? The more Internet content that gets vomited out, by everyone, the fewer salvageable chunks I see. Fluff, as opposed to fodder. "Secret admirers" should step into the light, because I want to see you; you appreciate my quality, and I want to appreciate yours. Apart from sheer, blissful music appreciation, "building the tribe" is the reason I do this.
We were back with a metal vengeance last night, after a week off. Listeners liked Sodom | Doom | Undergang | Occult 45 | Null & Void | Inculcator | Steve Moore/Cub OST | Macronympha ...personal highlights included Rosemary Krust's Last Tape | Blood Rhythms | Vociferii | Haxen | Tzantza | ...and my all-time favorite Clandestine Blaze song.
Keeping it brief, I have a life to get to (not much of one, but I'm always working on it) ...our still this week comes from the small-budget, mini-masterpiece horror-comedy Crush The Skull (see below.) Click on Vivian with the gun to reach the audio archive, detailed playlist and listener comments for this week's My Castle of Quiet horrorcast™
Wednesday, June 15, 2016
"Baa baa ..." Whisper your questions and desires to Black Phillip, may he listen. But know that once you sign the book, you've committed and have chosen a side.
Many people today are obsessed with desire, but not with desire itself...rather, with damning it, condemning it. To want for earthly pleasures (not just sex, not by a mile) is shameful and to be quashed. Lust, indulgence of any kind, hedonism, all terribly BAD. Desexualization of everything is becoming the acceptable norm; be not a sexual being at all, be Switzerland ...you're a potato waiting for the proper sticks to be added. The hipster / politically correct wave riders forget, it would seem, that these are VERY CHRISTIAN VALUES, PURITANICAL, and therefore not "modern" at all. Desire makes the world go around—as does compassion, generosity of spirit, and a sense of community—but desire has become the odd man out in that equation. It's less fashionable to be The Devil than ever before; all manner of want is strictly verboten, uncool even, and if anything, that paradigm reminds me of the Heaven's Gate cult—CONTROL—draining the "sex" out of everything—albeit by way of a good, seemingly humanitarian intention.
Needless to say, I'm very proud to be a heterosexual male, neither a "sinner" nor a "saint," with my values and ideas very much consistent and very much forged in the latter part of the previous century. Remember, the hippies, cultists, and free thinkers of mine and my parents' generations did a lot of fucking and drug-taking, they answered the call of their hedonistic desires, and SOMEHOW they still fought for equality, Civil Rights, and against unjust wars and unchecked Capitalism. I'm not sure what neo-Liberals stand for, except shutting down and silencing every voice that is not in agreement with theirs, not seeing light and shade, or nuance—only a black and white world, where a hard cock and a juicy steak are both very much anathema. I am male, I am solid, my feet are on the ground, but I am also tender, compassionate, loving and sensitive. All those pieces fit. ....
Super-pleased to host the great Moros last night, who delivered a gruesome, punching horrorshow of a set, even better than I could have possibly imagined. Hard hard hard and soul-inspiring in all the right ways. Being on WFMU puts me at a great advantage, one I'm eternally grateful for, whereby I get to meet and host the bands and performers I like, and almost without exception find that they are excellent people as well. I could never have survived some of the harder years of my recent life without the sense of tribe and community that creating and hosting My Castle of Quiet and the Prison Tatt label have provided.
Super-quiet comment board last night, not sure wtf that was about... Maybe people were just too hypnotized by our opener, the driving noise-rock epic "Outside" by Dead C. Maybe I just suck and should play more pleasant pop tunes (we both know THAT isn't going to happen.) Other highlights included new Inculcator on Caligari | new Cherubs single (!) | new Moonknight | new Jason Crumer | Nurse 7" | classic Necrophagia | new Jucifer | Ataraxic Ataxia ...and, as they say, much, much more.
I'm off next week; good buddy Jonathan Herweg will be filling in, with his excellent, collage-like program of compelling experimental music etc., so do tune in and lend him an ear.
Back in two weeks, and thanks again to the guys in Moros! Click on Mercy and Black Phillip, from the contemporary classic The Witch, to reach the archive & playlist for this week's horrorcast™.
Wednesday, June 8, 2016
At My Castle of Quiet, customized, personal hells are our specialty. It's not what we plan on necessarily; just what ends up happening most of the time.
Why take today the shower you could put off until tomorrow? Make an imaginary friend. Start drafting that opinion to remove "ish" forever from the English language. Try to remember (without cheating) what the five Philip K. Dick books you haven't read are. It's not scary, the abyss awaits, and there's always room for one more on the dusty davenport.
Untraceable bruises and cuts. The floor is sticky, not sure why. With one eye turned away, who did I text last night? Hopefully a friend who won't shame me. ....
the "sin" is deceptively "sin-ple" (sorry) ... those dishes will eventually wash themselves, it's all a matter of focus. Look slightly to the left of what you're seeing, and squint ... the universe might suddenly open up before your eyes.
In our first set, we heard yet again from the great new Alkerdeel LP, as well as brand-new Inculcator on Caligari Records, Muert (from Spain, 2014) ... Always good to hear the splatter of Dead Peasant Insurance, and as we rounded into our last hour, new works from Pete Swanson / Greh Holger, the Anima reissue (1977) on Play Loud!, and Nurse With Wound's set of Sand remixes....
Up top, a high priest of sloth (there are many, after all) Charles Freck, as played by Rory Cochrane, from what I still find to be the most spot-on of PKD film adaptations, especially in that it captures what it feels like to read the novel (drugs, paranoia, our every move is being filmed, who am I and where do my loyalties lie? etc.) Click on the radical "de-bugging" depicted to stream the archived audio, view the playlist and read listener comments from last night's horrorcast™
NEXT WEEK: My Castle of Quiet returns to live music, with a set from the great Moros, from Phildelphia; join the Facebook "radio event"!