LOST ENTIRE POST WHILE TRYING TO LINK BLACKDEATH HAHA THEIR HOMEPAGE LINK TRULY EVIL HAHA JUST KEPT PASTING ITSELF OVER AND OVER HAHA ERASED ALL MY PRIOR CONTENT HAHA HAD TO COMPLETELY START OVER HAHA RUSSIANS HA.
—as in a feeling of surprise mingled with admiration, caused by something beautiful, unexpected, unfamiliar, or inexplicable
—as in why is it that I inhale, and by the time I've exhaled, all new releases on Youth Attack have sold out
—as in the little boy (filthy bunny-bonnet optional) removed his finger from the hole in the dyke, and a great flood of amazing new music surged past my door, as I reached out to grab what I could, all the while "yoinking" like Homer Simpson
—as in I wonder if that's a real cat
Completely wowed by the new Half An Abortion full-length on Ilse (yes kids, it's true—great noise can come out on CD!) Also receiving heavy notice on this week's playlist were Smoke and the aforementioned Blackdeath, both on Wohrt Records, Arizmenda's new tape, already in second press, Cripta Oculta, Throudos (2006 demo is a free download at that link), the Aghori split tape (with Gitche-Anahmi-Bezheu, their side was heard on last week's horrorcast™) on Existential Cloth Recordings, OPPONENTS (as always), and Norwegian BM legends Tulus.
Next Saturday, the 27th, I'll be a semi-luminous presence at this event, a WFMU listener meetup and Bill Zebub screening and DVD release party for his film Antfarm Dickhole, at The Clash Bar in Clifton, NJ, with fellow DJ Professor Dum Dum also in attendance, his Deutsche intellectual superiority in full display. Bill's movies always deliver more than they might seem to promise at a glance, thick with gnarly wit and social satire, and gloriously politically incorrect. It should be a fun night (Alice Cooper cover band inclusive, so turn out and meet your two most-favorite WFMU air personalities (let's be honest, now.)) Bill says I'm "lovely and talented"—he hath EYES, to see; you can, too.
It's been many a year since I watched Gummo, in fact I had to take the original shrinkwrap off of the DVD case to get the capture above (from the film's final scene.) I bought the DVD, and then kind of "forgot" that I owned it, if that speaks at all to Gummo's true status as a horror film, if not a genre film. It's difficult viewing, though it achieves a certain aesthetic/visual perfection, aided by the mostly grindcore soundtrack, and Harmony Korine's chillingly spot-on depiction of middle-American, white working-class, "idle-hands" conduct.
Click on Bunny Boy to reach the audio archive(s) and playlist for this week's horrorcast. Thanks for listening.