Wow. Stupidity can be scary. It's one of the things that I find truly frightening, surrounded daily as I am by all this "horror" stuff. I won't name names, but in the course of trading (happens a lot when you run a small record label), I've come in contact with people who cannot write English, don't understand punctuation and its usage, and generally cannot read Web sites, look at links and absorb information. Last night, when I should have been paying better attention to segues and such, I was instead answering and reading emails from a guy who seemed to have a pre-middle-school education. Now THAT is horror! Amazing that these people can also navigate the world of getting a few recordings into the marketplace, as I often find it daunting myself. Maybe the numbskulls of this world truly have a leg up, functioning-wise. Something to consider. Here I was, all these years, thinking that logic and easy information absorption, a good vocabulary and writing skills, were advantages to making it in this world, clearly, I was somewhat mistaken. Still, wow, this guy must have asked me three or four times which of Prison Tatt's releases were tapes, where one look at the Web site would have made it clear that none of them are. Sorry—I know it's absolutely poisonous to be bitching all the time as I do, but I grew up in this world with expectations, and am only now realizing that they are a great detriment to a happy existence.
Despite this distraction, the show flowed like butter, and I had the great time that I always do.
While we're on the subject of releases, records and such, I've been thinking a lot about the absolute hatred that permeates the universe of noise music especially, for compact discs. Less so in metal. I personally have always just cared about music, being a voracious consumer of all types for my entire life. I always, as is the case with most music fanatics, considered vinyl to be the ultimate format, and I still do, but beyond this one caveat, really just want to have the music to listen to, and have never been particularly against one format or another. The anti-CD sentiment is rabid, and I truly struggle to understand it. I don't at all like jewel cases, disposable and easily broken packaging, that lends nothing positive to a CD release, but assuming CDs are packaged attractively, creatively—what truly is the problem? I'm not being facetious in the slightest, I really don't get it. If anything, CDs are an easy to use and store, high-fidelity music-delivery option, and where I can see the point of digital downloads being somewhat disposable, there are even mp3s that I searched long and hard for, and would be disappointed to lose. So please, in all seriousness, what is the beef at the core of the anti-CD backlash? (I expect some snark in response to this query, though I truly am seeking an insightful response that will broaden my understanding of this phenomenon.)
On the playlist this week, much praise for Cripta Oculta, a tape I acquired through the Seed Stock online store, the interest in which was also generated by Seed Stock's proprietor, RB, who was a guest DJ on The Castle last year. (Though the CO tape seems to be out of stock, the store is a great place to go for all your extreme, underground metal needs.) There was also praise for the Filth and Violence label, and the Nyrkki & Kyrpä II collection, and the several selections I played from tapes on the great Legion Blotan label (Rife, Axnaar, and Vanyar.) Castleheads are also (understandably) looking forward to Wretched Worst's appearance this year on the show on the Ides of March. I'm also in the midst of arranging a visit from Philippe Petit in April, and several other surprises.
As always, thanks for listening; click on the pic up top (the fallen Findlay) for access to the playlist and audio archives of this week's horrorcast™.