Coming up Wednesday night: Noise Bliss-Out #2, wherein Paul Haney of Obsolete Units attempts to noise-off with me. I predict he will take me down in the third set, when I surrender to my penchant for Navicon Torture Technologies; either that or we go into extra rounds, to see who can praise Kevin Shields MORE.
Last night's show was good, if I say so myself. And before you start to sing "ego, there you go"—I give substantial credit to C Lavender, who kept me from falling off the edge of the multiverse as I usually do (banging my head all the way down.)C Lavender - Industrial Pipe Dreams from c lavender on Vimeo.
From Kommissar Hjuler: "I love your version, possibly we will find a label to get it released in large edition. I will seek for a label, KHJ" He's already sending me another disc of material to work with.
Hey, last night's horrorcast™ was fine! Better than fine—it was great! Why did I think it sucked? Oh right, because I suck. I am a well of pain. Some would say that well is gurgling over with concern only for myself. They'd say other, worse things, too—things that can't be taken back.
I' ; the L indicates n' import what with n' be essential which that j' like. I' ; the L testifies with your divorce, against you. I feel horrible for your son, am to you also shitty a father who you are a friend. You are a nonripe bitch of whiny which acts like a woman if n' import which makes, an egoistic puncture concerned only by yourself. You' ; about d' one kisses and d' I' sournesses; patient of m with died of you, j' liked to make l' exposure but I really don' ; T give a shit which much. Get stuffed never by doing it or by listening to him still. Are a large bag of ugly punch thus you disappear can have of what you have need. Subsistence thinking your illusory thoughts. Don' ; T obtain a work. I don' ; T want to hear of him more, kiss you, your problems, and your pain. Cease pretending to you give a shit, you' ; about d' a sociopath. Since you believe in demons (you child) why don' ; T you gather you carry jusqu' with l' hell? You' ; D is happier there.
I am very glad to have passed the milestone, nay the millstone, of horrorcast #23. To the mystic/numerologist, 23 is like New's Year's Eve: one had better have a good time—an interesting time—or else! Fortunately, Métal Rouge blessed the evening with their magnificent recordings, much appreciated.
Métal Rouge, the improvisational duo of Helga Fassonaki and Andrew Scott, started in Auckland, NZ, and now operate out of Los Angeles. Their recordings haunt, drone, crunch and hover, like good and bad feelings threatening to happen, and arriving when one least suspects. See the band's MySpace page (linked above) for their dazzling list of inspirations and influences, some song samples, as well as several live video clips. In lieu of a My Castle of Quiet visit, Métal Rouge have graciously provided me with a disc's worth of rarities, all tracks from ultra-limited, or as-yet-unreleased, lathe-cut vinyl and CDr releases, including several collaborations with other artists, and an Andrew Scott solo piece. Tune in when I air 60 minutes from Métal Rouge Rarities, followed by a post of the full collection to WFMU's Beware of The Blog and Free Music Archive on 12/16. The band's newest release, Ephemeroptera V, is currently in play on WFMU's airwaves. Photo by Caitlin Mitchell.
In 1980's The Silent Scream, Barbara Steele looks amazing, hypnotising, as a regressed, childlike killer, stealing the movie from the 57-minute mark onward, when she finally appears. Barbara probably still looks amazing today, wherever she is. The last half hour of this movie is pure weird-ass, low-budget, American-made gold, but the first 55 mins. are some rough going, with teeedious buildup, wooden acting and unnecessary expositional dialogue. Payoff, though, in the dozens.
