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Friday, December 30, 2011
Gold Tapes Mega Mix
Gold Tapes has put up a mix of selections from current and future releases. Get a bit of the weird. Free Download Here
-jr
Gold Grilles
Thursday, December 29, 2011
Solar Temple Cult is now Hidden In The Vivid
Tony, the leader of the defunct Friends of Dennis Wilson always had the side project Solar Temple Cult. They rarely gigged out. Sometime Rabeah from Electric Lion Soundwave Experiment would join. Anywyas, Hidden In The Vivid just dropped two new songs:
A Star To Kiss by SolarTempleCult1
Instant Release by SolarTempleCult1
-jr
Enter The Void
i really want a gatari
who wants to help me build one
we could hook up a russian big muff, a wah, and an ipad
-jr
Next Stop Tokyo
we could hook up a russian big muff, a wah, and an ipad
-jr
Next Stop Tokyo
Bossin the Radio at Udetroit tonight
Yeah that's right. Tonight is the last show of Motorcity Special Live. Duende, Mister, and Ferndale Acid Scene will be playing an extended version of the mad Detroit hit which is also the theme song of the fuckin show. BOSS RADIO. Can you dig it? If you are a loser and can't make it out, watch it live here when you take a break from rubbin it out to hobo gumjob porn.
-jr
suck it and see
Wednesday, December 28, 2011
mix up the mix
Wired Magazine has compiled quite an awesome list of the best mixtapes for the year right here. If you're looking for a bit more of a local flair, check this out by Eddie Logix.
-jr
logicital
-jr
logicital
Tuesday, December 27, 2011
On The Misuse Of Music
Saw this today via: http://www.vice.com/read/on-the-misuse-of-music-489-v17n8
BY IAN SVENONIUS, ILLUSTRATION BY NICHOLAS GAZIN
Music in modernity has heretofore been seen not just as an instrument for pleasure but also as a tool for achieving greater social justice (see Michael Jackson’s “Man in the Mirror” or Woody Guthrie’s “This Land Is Your Land”). Due to these dual and all-encompassing cultural roles, and because of cunning technology that allows its effortless transport, music is now truly ubiquitous in a way that it never has been before in human history.
If the world, at this juncture in time, is characterized by one thing, it is music. Music is being blasted from cars and into ears through earbuds, piped into shopping malls, in public parks, on TV—everywhere. But is this a good thing?
There have been murmurs recently from small, unpopular, and controversial factions that perhaps music’s paradigmatic status should be reconsidered and even overturned. The reasons?
1. MUSIC IS BAD FOR YOU
Let’s consider the evidence: Elvis died before his time. So did Marc Bolan. And Sid Vicious. Coltrane. Marley. Even Mozart. With half of the Ramones having passed away (Marky, Tommy, and CJ still roam among us, thankfully), most of the New York Dolls and the MC5 deceased, and the Velvets down to a fraction of their once-teeming Underground, the question is being asked: “Is music—like smoking—dangerous to one’s health?” And, if so, “shouldn’t it be banned from public establishments?”
Such an idea, and the subsequent argument against the proliferation of music, seems quite persuasive. Music has an intoxicating effect on people. Is there any intoxicant that hasn’t been proved to have adverse qualities? For all of methamphetamine’s amorous inducements, for example, crank leads to bags under the eyes and bad breath. Cocaine is considered a wonderful high, but it results in tedious monologues and poor decision-making. Marijuana was extolled by none other than bathrobed sex guru Hugh Hefner himself, but it ends up inducing grumpiness and underarm odor.
Meanwhile, music apparently leads to DEATH. And not a lush, orgasmic death as with a morphine overdose, but a horrible death like drowning in a swimming pool, choking on vomit, or turning blue while bent around a bedpost or a toilet in a fleabag motel.
Perhaps the effect people get when they feel music is not so much an emotional or aesthetic one, as they might assume, but in fact a simple physiological sensation of sound vibrations crashing into one’s body and creeping into one’s ear holes. Maybe the decibels and the pummeling force of music, especially at extreme volumes and when used regularly, are a toxic force. Maybe music is destructive to one’s liver or brain or kidneys or heart—or all of the above!
Certainly instrument amplification, especially at stadium levels, is not “natural.” Nowhere in nature, except in the case of a volcanic eruption or an earthquake, or perhaps if one were to stand in the middle of a tornado, is anything as loud as a rock band or a sound system at a dance club.
Of course there is the often-cited issue of musicians’ lifestyles: that the music is not harmful in and of itself so much as the circumstances of the music industry are. And the “biz,” of course, is a junior branch of the alcohol industry, and much of its labor force works at night in bands at bars and in scummy venues, around freaks and scoundrels. All of this, it is claimed by music-industry apologists, leads to alcoholism, drug ingestion, heavy partying, stabbing one’s girlfriend, suicide, and so on. It is claimed that these factors—and not noise or music—are the culprits for the astonishing mortality rate among musicians.
But are we really to believe that musicians party harder than factory workers? Or taxi drivers? Or professional ball players? Or members of the armed forces? Or actors? Or drug dealers? Or the president of the United States?
And while musicians’ deaths are so commonplace that news of one invokes yawning, these other “normal” hard-partying people don’t just fall down dead every day. There is plenty of evidence to suggest that our chief executives party in a way that would make the notoriously degenerate Dee Dee Ramone blush like an amateur, yet the last president of the United States who died before he was 93 years old (except for Nixon, the exception to all rules) was John F. Kennedy, and he had help.
In fact, the average president’s globetrotting social calendar and Bohemian Club soirees makes the Grateful Dead’s exhausting 40-year tour itinerary seem quite quaint. And yes, Pigpen and Jerry Garcia lie a-mouldering in the grave while Clinton and Bush Sr. traipse through the world’s most exclusive brothels, beseeching their inhabitants, through PowerPoint presentations, to embrace “globalism.” And so I ask you: Who are the real lightweights?
Other high-profile partiers such as William Burroughs and Boris Yeltsin lived to respectable venerability, as opposed to Mama Cass or Skip Spence, proving conclusively that music is more dangerous to your health than alcohol or drugs.
2. PEOPLE DON’T REALLY LIKE MUSIC
For people involved in music, especially disc jockeys, it is increasingly apparent that, counter to modern assumptions, music is not for everyone. In fact, it’s actually a niche taste more akin to needlework or kite flying than it is to something like food or sex. It is only in the past 50 years in the first world that the populace has been convinced that music is somehow central to one’s identity and a necessary feature of every single interaction and activity.
People are raised to believe that they must enjoy music and that there is something deficient in them if they don’t have strongly held beliefs about what they like, why they like it, and what it means. Similar to spirituality in a religious society, liking music is de rigueur, deviance is not tolerated, and deviants are despised and cast out.
Of course, most of those who don’t especially care for music don’t think of themselves in such a way. They like to hear “Brown Eyed Girl” or whatever Lil Wayne song has been bashing out their brain in heavy rotation for the past six months. But this doesn’t betray a latent appreciation of music. This is just a longing for the familiar. Wanting to hear 50 Cent when one is standing in a nightclub means one feels antsy or uncomfortable and wants reassurance that everything will be all right. It has nothing to do with liking music.
The same formula that created a hunger for food from McDonald’s is the key to “hit” success for entertainers. Instead of Ray Kroc’s mantra regarding “location,” however, music is about bandwidth and repetition. If something is played enough times, it will be a hit. Creating the sensation of familiarity and security is far and away the most vital component in a song’s chart success.
Music, meanwhile, is a thing for hobbyists who will almost never achieve any “success” of the sort that is respected in our society (wealth, numbers, chart position). Which isn’t to say it’s not worth pursuing as long as one has realistic goals.
Those hapless individuals who couldn’t give a toss about music are a silent, long-suffering majority who must endure iPod commercials, rock concerts, chats about the Beatles among their friends, and the incessant squall of encroaching radios and hi-fis, all of which insinuate that there is something wrong with them for not loving a good tune. They are like Jews or communists who’ve gone undercover in Nazi Germany, unable to reveal themselves, smiling and nodding with secret resentment at the smug and blithe self-satisfaction of the prevailing music enthusiasts.
3. MUSIC IS TIME CONSUMING
As opposed to other art forms (excepting cinema), music is a time-based medium. Therefore, to enjoy or consume or appreciate music one must devote a considerable amount of time to listening to it. And who has this kind of time now? We are not children anymore. There are languages to learn, bridges to build, lost arcana, such as cooking and magick, to master, factories to occupy, and DNA strands to dissect.
4. MUSIC IS UNPLEASANT FOR ANIMALS
Do we really suppose that birds, mammals, insect life, and microorganisms want to hear Gary Puckett sing “Young girl, get out of my mind” again? The least we could do for these critters—with which we share the planet—is to turn it down.
5. MUSIC IS MISUSED
A slave to the forces of evil, music is beaten, worked, misused, and serially abused. Once, music was a way for humans to engage with one another.
Music came from a human and was projected as a way to speak to and entertain other humans (or dolphins, if your name was Fred Neil). After the Industrial Revolution, however, when music was pressed onto a less temporal format called “records,” humans lost control of it. The record rang out the first stunning prophecy of our total enslavement by robots.
When one hears the shriek of James Brown on a record, it is not a joyful reminder of that man’s genius for performance and emoting: It is the ghost of an artist imprisoned by technology, a man who can never rest, whose art is being utilized day and night in multiple locations simultaneously to pound people into absolute submission.
One cannot escape the benighted rhythms of rock ’n’ roll no matter how far one strolls, chickens, mashed-potatoes, hully-gullies, and twists away from “where the action is.” And if one finally escapes its insidious snare, one has backed oneself into another sound system’s death zone to endure its own equally cynical mechanized cacophony.
As for the misuse of music? Every song that is any good was invented through the use of joy. This joy, however, has been inverted through the most despicable black magic imaginable. Music is utilized as a pacifier for potential customers in marketplaces. It’s used to hypnotize watchers of advertisements and the programs designed to showcase advertisements. It’s used as white noise in elevators, at parties, and in waiting rooms. It’s even blasted outside to groove the patrons using the gas pumps at filling stations. While the Christians once hated music and banned it, music is now enforced in the same way as sexual perversion and idiocy are in our society.
Maybe LA punk band the Weirdos were right when they beseeched us to DESTROY ALL MUSIC. Let’s start today!
MUSIC
ON THE MISUSE OF MUSIC
ON THE MISUSE OF MUSIC
BY IAN SVENONIUS, ILLUSTRATION BY NICHOLAS GAZIN
Music in modernity has heretofore been seen not just as an instrument for pleasure but also as a tool for achieving greater social justice (see Michael Jackson’s “Man in the Mirror” or Woody Guthrie’s “This Land Is Your Land”). Due to these dual and all-encompassing cultural roles, and because of cunning technology that allows its effortless transport, music is now truly ubiquitous in a way that it never has been before in human history.
If the world, at this juncture in time, is characterized by one thing, it is music. Music is being blasted from cars and into ears through earbuds, piped into shopping malls, in public parks, on TV—everywhere. But is this a good thing?
There have been murmurs recently from small, unpopular, and controversial factions that perhaps music’s paradigmatic status should be reconsidered and even overturned. The reasons?
1. MUSIC IS BAD FOR YOU
Let’s consider the evidence: Elvis died before his time. So did Marc Bolan. And Sid Vicious. Coltrane. Marley. Even Mozart. With half of the Ramones having passed away (Marky, Tommy, and CJ still roam among us, thankfully), most of the New York Dolls and the MC5 deceased, and the Velvets down to a fraction of their once-teeming Underground, the question is being asked: “Is music—like smoking—dangerous to one’s health?” And, if so, “shouldn’t it be banned from public establishments?”
Such an idea, and the subsequent argument against the proliferation of music, seems quite persuasive. Music has an intoxicating effect on people. Is there any intoxicant that hasn’t been proved to have adverse qualities? For all of methamphetamine’s amorous inducements, for example, crank leads to bags under the eyes and bad breath. Cocaine is considered a wonderful high, but it results in tedious monologues and poor decision-making. Marijuana was extolled by none other than bathrobed sex guru Hugh Hefner himself, but it ends up inducing grumpiness and underarm odor.
Meanwhile, music apparently leads to DEATH. And not a lush, orgasmic death as with a morphine overdose, but a horrible death like drowning in a swimming pool, choking on vomit, or turning blue while bent around a bedpost or a toilet in a fleabag motel.
Perhaps the effect people get when they feel music is not so much an emotional or aesthetic one, as they might assume, but in fact a simple physiological sensation of sound vibrations crashing into one’s body and creeping into one’s ear holes. Maybe the decibels and the pummeling force of music, especially at extreme volumes and when used regularly, are a toxic force. Maybe music is destructive to one’s liver or brain or kidneys or heart—or all of the above!
Certainly instrument amplification, especially at stadium levels, is not “natural.” Nowhere in nature, except in the case of a volcanic eruption or an earthquake, or perhaps if one were to stand in the middle of a tornado, is anything as loud as a rock band or a sound system at a dance club.
Of course there is the often-cited issue of musicians’ lifestyles: that the music is not harmful in and of itself so much as the circumstances of the music industry are. And the “biz,” of course, is a junior branch of the alcohol industry, and much of its labor force works at night in bands at bars and in scummy venues, around freaks and scoundrels. All of this, it is claimed by music-industry apologists, leads to alcoholism, drug ingestion, heavy partying, stabbing one’s girlfriend, suicide, and so on. It is claimed that these factors—and not noise or music—are the culprits for the astonishing mortality rate among musicians.
But are we really to believe that musicians party harder than factory workers? Or taxi drivers? Or professional ball players? Or members of the armed forces? Or actors? Or drug dealers? Or the president of the United States?
And while musicians’ deaths are so commonplace that news of one invokes yawning, these other “normal” hard-partying people don’t just fall down dead every day. There is plenty of evidence to suggest that our chief executives party in a way that would make the notoriously degenerate Dee Dee Ramone blush like an amateur, yet the last president of the United States who died before he was 93 years old (except for Nixon, the exception to all rules) was John F. Kennedy, and he had help.
In fact, the average president’s globetrotting social calendar and Bohemian Club soirees makes the Grateful Dead’s exhausting 40-year tour itinerary seem quite quaint. And yes, Pigpen and Jerry Garcia lie a-mouldering in the grave while Clinton and Bush Sr. traipse through the world’s most exclusive brothels, beseeching their inhabitants, through PowerPoint presentations, to embrace “globalism.” And so I ask you: Who are the real lightweights?
Other high-profile partiers such as William Burroughs and Boris Yeltsin lived to respectable venerability, as opposed to Mama Cass or Skip Spence, proving conclusively that music is more dangerous to your health than alcohol or drugs.
2. PEOPLE DON’T REALLY LIKE MUSIC
For people involved in music, especially disc jockeys, it is increasingly apparent that, counter to modern assumptions, music is not for everyone. In fact, it’s actually a niche taste more akin to needlework or kite flying than it is to something like food or sex. It is only in the past 50 years in the first world that the populace has been convinced that music is somehow central to one’s identity and a necessary feature of every single interaction and activity.
People are raised to believe that they must enjoy music and that there is something deficient in them if they don’t have strongly held beliefs about what they like, why they like it, and what it means. Similar to spirituality in a religious society, liking music is de rigueur, deviance is not tolerated, and deviants are despised and cast out.
Of course, most of those who don’t especially care for music don’t think of themselves in such a way. They like to hear “Brown Eyed Girl” or whatever Lil Wayne song has been bashing out their brain in heavy rotation for the past six months. But this doesn’t betray a latent appreciation of music. This is just a longing for the familiar. Wanting to hear 50 Cent when one is standing in a nightclub means one feels antsy or uncomfortable and wants reassurance that everything will be all right. It has nothing to do with liking music.
The same formula that created a hunger for food from McDonald’s is the key to “hit” success for entertainers. Instead of Ray Kroc’s mantra regarding “location,” however, music is about bandwidth and repetition. If something is played enough times, it will be a hit. Creating the sensation of familiarity and security is far and away the most vital component in a song’s chart success.
Music, meanwhile, is a thing for hobbyists who will almost never achieve any “success” of the sort that is respected in our society (wealth, numbers, chart position). Which isn’t to say it’s not worth pursuing as long as one has realistic goals.
Those hapless individuals who couldn’t give a toss about music are a silent, long-suffering majority who must endure iPod commercials, rock concerts, chats about the Beatles among their friends, and the incessant squall of encroaching radios and hi-fis, all of which insinuate that there is something wrong with them for not loving a good tune. They are like Jews or communists who’ve gone undercover in Nazi Germany, unable to reveal themselves, smiling and nodding with secret resentment at the smug and blithe self-satisfaction of the prevailing music enthusiasts.
3. MUSIC IS TIME CONSUMING
As opposed to other art forms (excepting cinema), music is a time-based medium. Therefore, to enjoy or consume or appreciate music one must devote a considerable amount of time to listening to it. And who has this kind of time now? We are not children anymore. There are languages to learn, bridges to build, lost arcana, such as cooking and magick, to master, factories to occupy, and DNA strands to dissect.
4. MUSIC IS UNPLEASANT FOR ANIMALS
Do we really suppose that birds, mammals, insect life, and microorganisms want to hear Gary Puckett sing “Young girl, get out of my mind” again? The least we could do for these critters—with which we share the planet—is to turn it down.
5. MUSIC IS MISUSED
A slave to the forces of evil, music is beaten, worked, misused, and serially abused. Once, music was a way for humans to engage with one another.
Music came from a human and was projected as a way to speak to and entertain other humans (or dolphins, if your name was Fred Neil). After the Industrial Revolution, however, when music was pressed onto a less temporal format called “records,” humans lost control of it. The record rang out the first stunning prophecy of our total enslavement by robots.
When one hears the shriek of James Brown on a record, it is not a joyful reminder of that man’s genius for performance and emoting: It is the ghost of an artist imprisoned by technology, a man who can never rest, whose art is being utilized day and night in multiple locations simultaneously to pound people into absolute submission.
One cannot escape the benighted rhythms of rock ’n’ roll no matter how far one strolls, chickens, mashed-potatoes, hully-gullies, and twists away from “where the action is.” And if one finally escapes its insidious snare, one has backed oneself into another sound system’s death zone to endure its own equally cynical mechanized cacophony.
As for the misuse of music? Every song that is any good was invented through the use of joy. This joy, however, has been inverted through the most despicable black magic imaginable. Music is utilized as a pacifier for potential customers in marketplaces. It’s used to hypnotize watchers of advertisements and the programs designed to showcase advertisements. It’s used as white noise in elevators, at parties, and in waiting rooms. It’s even blasted outside to groove the patrons using the gas pumps at filling stations. While the Christians once hated music and banned it, music is now enforced in the same way as sexual perversion and idiocy are in our society.
Maybe LA punk band the Weirdos were right when they beseeched us to DESTROY ALL MUSIC. Let’s start today!
Scene From New York Summer 2010
“USA USA USA!”
And I wake up to this booming chant and I realize that I slept through the U.S. World Cup game and Girl One is gone and I then I remember that I forcefully kicked her out last night after I predictably became emotional and now I’m walking, no stumbling, to Fitzgerald’s but it is strangely closed and all the noise is coming from across the street from the Hairy Monk so I walk across to participate but I glance back to verify that Fitzgerald’s is indeed closed and Fitzgerald’s is indeed closed. I have never seen it closed.
(You left Girl Two with the bartender there last night)
This is when I notice a well dressed man in a suit looking, glaring, at me and if he’s a lawyer I can totally beat a rape case and he takes out his cell phone and makes a call and someone yells “Goal!” behind me and this startles me so I turn my focus back to the television at the Hairy Monk and someone from some team has just scored a goal and I look back and the Suit is off his phone but still glaring at me and then my phone rings and it is from a number I don’t recognize, unblocked, so I let it go to voice mail which seems to enrage the Suit who starts walking briskly towards me and I turn and jog back to the hotel and duck inside knowing that you need a key to get in the building. I sneak into my room and wait it out and the Suit argues with the maître’d and leaves so I masturbate twice and change and I go out to dinner where the waitress looks relieved that I’m not a minority so I tip her shitty just to mess with her mind and now its already night so I take a cab to Pyramid for the 80’s Metro Party where I have a ball passing out my business cards to anyone who looks like they’re for sale and I glance over to the dance floor where I see the most stunning girl in the building and she’s wearing a Lavender miniskirt and I break character and walk up to her and “Enjoy the Silence” merges into “Girls On Film” and I’m getting real friendly with the girl I’ve targeted and now I’m grinding against her and she quickly, shyly, turns around and I immediately kiss her and she reciprocates.
At this point my phone starts buzzing again and this time it is a different number so I let it go to voice mail and now she’s the one grinding on me but I can’t concentrate (but not really) because I notice two guys in suits watching us from the bar and there is a third near the bathroom and they’re all glaring at me so I try to move away from this girl but this only causes her to dance harder, faster, and I’m still looking at the three Suits. My phone starts buzzing again and it is a text so I read it and it asks, “Do you think she’ll nail the song selection?” and the three suits make their move.
From the Iceman Commeth,
Bryan Metro
And I wake up to this booming chant and I realize that I slept through the U.S. World Cup game and Girl One is gone and I then I remember that I forcefully kicked her out last night after I predictably became emotional and now I’m walking, no stumbling, to Fitzgerald’s but it is strangely closed and all the noise is coming from across the street from the Hairy Monk so I walk across to participate but I glance back to verify that Fitzgerald’s is indeed closed and Fitzgerald’s is indeed closed. I have never seen it closed.
(You left Girl Two with the bartender there last night)
This is when I notice a well dressed man in a suit looking, glaring, at me and if he’s a lawyer I can totally beat a rape case and he takes out his cell phone and makes a call and someone yells “Goal!” behind me and this startles me so I turn my focus back to the television at the Hairy Monk and someone from some team has just scored a goal and I look back and the Suit is off his phone but still glaring at me and then my phone rings and it is from a number I don’t recognize, unblocked, so I let it go to voice mail which seems to enrage the Suit who starts walking briskly towards me and I turn and jog back to the hotel and duck inside knowing that you need a key to get in the building. I sneak into my room and wait it out and the Suit argues with the maître’d and leaves so I masturbate twice and change and I go out to dinner where the waitress looks relieved that I’m not a minority so I tip her shitty just to mess with her mind and now its already night so I take a cab to Pyramid for the 80’s Metro Party where I have a ball passing out my business cards to anyone who looks like they’re for sale and I glance over to the dance floor where I see the most stunning girl in the building and she’s wearing a Lavender miniskirt and I break character and walk up to her and “Enjoy the Silence” merges into “Girls On Film” and I’m getting real friendly with the girl I’ve targeted and now I’m grinding against her and she quickly, shyly, turns around and I immediately kiss her and she reciprocates.
At this point my phone starts buzzing again and this time it is a different number so I let it go to voice mail and now she’s the one grinding on me but I can’t concentrate (but not really) because I notice two guys in suits watching us from the bar and there is a third near the bathroom and they’re all glaring at me so I try to move away from this girl but this only causes her to dance harder, faster, and I’m still looking at the three Suits. My phone starts buzzing again and it is a text so I read it and it asks, “Do you think she’ll nail the song selection?” and the three suits make their move.
From the Iceman Commeth,
Bryan Metro
Monday, December 26, 2011
what to do on a monday
2 cool things on this weirdly warm Monday.
2 great movies being shown at The Loving Touch up in Ferndale
Also, at the Magic Stick they are throwing their Customer Appreciation Night. Rumor has it that House Phone may be one of the surprise bands. Another rumor is that House Phone may have a tape coming out on a super secret label very soon.
-jr
Slow Work Day
2 great movies being shown at The Loving Touch up in Ferndale
Also, at the Magic Stick they are throwing their Customer Appreciation Night. Rumor has it that House Phone may be one of the surprise bands. Another rumor is that House Phone may have a tape coming out on a super secret label very soon.
-jr
Slow Work Day
Before Common Era
Before Common Era is a label of sorts for the private works of Johnny Lzr. Johnny Lzr is noted for providing keyboards to Detroit Bands Human Eye and Conspiracy of Owls. Stuff on the label is extremely limited so make sure to catch it quick before it inevitably sells out.
-jr
LZR is a sweet last name
Saturday, December 24, 2011
Thursday, December 22, 2011
The Untitled Bottega Redux
Wednesday, December 21, 2011
Tuesday, December 20, 2011
Lucky Universe
THE MAP by Lucky Universe
Loopgoat has started a new project by the name of Lucky Universe. Looped up Darkwave for you and yours.
-jr
Dwarkwave
Monday, December 19, 2011
Black Mass Rising
Check this shit out
DVDR Out December MMXI
Filmed & Directed by Shazzula
A 120 minutes Movie
Involving 22 bands on Soundtrack
as
Master Musicians of Bukkake
Kawabata Makoto
Bobby Beausoleil
Horror Illogium
Yoga
Sylvester Anfang II
Burial Hex
Sayona
Kinit Her
Rose Croix
Mourning Ring
Ga'an
Shazzula
The Entrance Band
In Zaire
Cultus Sabbati
Mater Suspiria Vision,
L'Acéphale,
SUM OF R,
Aluk Todolo,
Burial Hex,
Menace Ruine,
Demonologists
© BLACK MASS RISING MMXI
Limited 666 DVDrs available NOW!!!
blackmassrisingsociety.blogspot.com/p/black-mass-rising-movie.html
please join also our Mailinglist:
darkpathtothelight@gmail.com
get your copy before it is sold out!
SOUNDTRACK wil be released on limited 666 BLACK BOXES 3XLP on Black Mass Rising Label.
Join us!
-jr
Brainpop
BLACK MASS RISING movie (Official Trailer) from shazzula on Vimeo.
DVDR Out December MMXI
Filmed & Directed by Shazzula
A 120 minutes Movie
Involving 22 bands on Soundtrack
as
Master Musicians of Bukkake
Kawabata Makoto
Bobby Beausoleil
Horror Illogium
Yoga
Sylvester Anfang II
Burial Hex
Sayona
Kinit Her
Rose Croix
Mourning Ring
Ga'an
Shazzula
The Entrance Band
In Zaire
Cultus Sabbati
Mater Suspiria Vision,
L'Acéphale,
SUM OF R,
Aluk Todolo,
Burial Hex,
Menace Ruine,
Demonologists
© BLACK MASS RISING MMXI
Limited 666 DVDrs available NOW!!!
blackmassrisingsociety.blogspot.com/p/black-mass-rising-movie.html
please join also our Mailinglist:
darkpathtothelight@gmail.com
get your copy before it is sold out!
SOUNDTRACK wil be released on limited 666 BLACK BOXES 3XLP on Black Mass Rising Label.
Join us!
-jr
Brainpop
christmas wish
we (JCM) will be writing recording a xmas song on friday evening
we will release it for free on saturday
worth a mill of two
-jr
worth 2 mill or 3
Friday, December 16, 2011
Thursday, December 15, 2011
Wednesday, December 14, 2011
Top Ten Local Celebrity Dopplegangers
Top Ten Local Celebrity Dopplegangers
Sometimes people look like other people. This leads to fun.
10. Jasper vs. Ron Livingston
9. -jr vs. Dolph Lungren
8. Wang vs Mickey Rooney
7. Metro vs George McFly
6. Jack White vs Jack White
5. Mick Bassett vs Cameron Diaz
4. -jr sucks vs JRC
3. The guy from Fawn vs Eddie Deezen
2. Ben Collins vs Courtney Gains
1. Woodman vs The Undertaker
From the Iceman Commeth,
Bryan Metro
Monday, December 12, 2011
Friday, December 9, 2011
Thursday, December 8, 2011
au contraire pt 6
10. Bryan Metro = Hitler's Son
9. Kissy Kissy Chrissy
8. Morrow Foot Clap Headstand
7. Hey That's My Shoe
6. Lindsay Lohan in Paris Hilton
5. AIDS Beach
4. Body Doubles
3. The Dressed To Get Screwed Party
2. Purple Foam
1. -jr is God
-jr
Can you spot the one's from The Fall......
Top 11 Unreleased Jesus Chainsaw Massacre Tracks
Top 11 Unreleased Jesus Chainsaw Massacre Tracks
When you are as prolific an artist (and I stress artist) as we are there are some recordings that just don't see the light of day. When our days are done, maybe Rhino Records will release a "Rarities" compilation. Until then, these are the top eleven titles of unreleased JCM gems.
11. "Too Fat For Life"
10. "There's a Homosexual in My Soup!"
9. "Sharon Stone's Man Ass"
8. "Prussia Really Isn't That Good. Everyone's Just Being Nice."
7. " These Boots Were Made For Waling" (LJ's Lounge Remix)
6. " Stairway To Corktown"
5. "Meg White Sex Tape Infirmiry Blues"
4. "HIV Eye"
3. "Danger (High Soundguy)
2. "The Lady is a Marcie"
1. "Fuck This City"
From the Iceman Commeth,
Bryan Metro
Wednesday, December 7, 2011
Top Ten Post Lockout Games
Top Ten Post Lockout Games
Well, The NBA lockout is now over and the full 66 game schedule has been announced. So todays list will be quite timely and list the top ten games I am looking forward to as a former and future Pistons fan.
10. Dec. 28th Home Opener vs. Cleveland
9. Jan 7th vs. New York Knicks
8. Feb. 19th vs. Boston Celtics
7. Mar. 18th at LA Clippers
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6.
Feb. 14th vs. San Antonio Spurs
5. Jan. 23rd at Ok. City Thunder
4. Mar. 6th vs. LA Lakers
3. Jan. 4th vs. Chicago Bulls
2. Jan. 25th vs. Miami Heat
1. Jan. 10th vs. Dallas Mavericks
Lets play ball!!!!!
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Bryan Metro
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