stoked for livers

Last night's horrorcast™ featured heavy doses of perhaps unexpected elements—melody for one, and selections that could be categorized as "punk" or even "rock." I blame the 91°F heat, Christ, and the fact that I've been listening to hardcore almost exclusively for the past two weeks. (Who knew I'd like it so much more now than I did in the 80s—introspection and dark angst being part and parcel of the newer flock of bands, these being infinitely more appealing to me than straight-edge living and/or simpleminded and quickly played-out Reagan-hating.) DON'T WORRY, I won't let it happen again...not until next week!

Onto the phenomenon of G Lucas Crane; I am still digesting his 58-minute opus, though I did experience much of it at close range through headphones. Astonishing! A high-powered location shoot in the subconscious. (Don Simpson, on a break in hell, smiled.) Lucas' set will post to WFMU's Beware of The Blog and Free Music Archive (via my curator portal) next week.

The people at Spencer's parties weren't really her kind of people—they always seemed like they had a secret that they were keeping from her. Still, she was getting the sex she'd wanted—free, easy and wild. Maria knew she didn't feel completely at ease, but had no way of knowing what Bruno and the others had in store for her.

Fetishistic fucks will take you to last night's playlist and streaming audio archives.

Y'all also dug the Hive Mind live tape side, and the Amps for Christ track from L.A. Noisescape. The title of the Total Abuse track caused some discussion (gfr, btw) (and for my own, Caligula contains my favorite FFM blowjob scene ever, very inspired), and Martyrdöd got a "nice," as they should.

Thanks to SARZAN for the phrase, "Velvety Squish."