|everyone's having a really groovy time (13/2/19)|
i am going to carve your name into the sun. i am going to avoid you at all costs. i am going insane
rah rah rah punk
they need to replace the british parliament with a random dive bar at 2am
|2||Zeal and Ardor|
black metal LOL
say what you will about the heavyhanded theater of it all but this thing tightropes between the congregation and the circle of heretics who want to burn their meetplaces down. power music
sometimes noisey sometimes ambienty electronic
the strangest things soundtrack. lost tapes of swirling chaotic blues. rivulets of present things becoming offhand remarks. an absurdist's humor with a realist's fears.
of all things a glitch in the matrix, where inanimate objects cast sideways glances in your direction. sentient proof that things are happening in one's periphery all the time, and that our radius of experience barely grasps at the border of Everything.
my man i fucking love BOATS
“OUR SENSE OF SELF, OUR SENSE OF HUMOUR, OUR ABILITY TO THINK AHEAD — THAT STUFF ALL GOES WITHIN THE FIRST 10 TO 20 SECONDS. THEN, AS THE WAVE OF BLOOD-STARVED BRAIN CELLS SPREAD OUT, OUR MEMORIES AND LANGUAGE CENTRES SHORT OUT, UNTIL WE’RE LEFT WITH JUST A CORE.”
City of Women
via a collaboration with frederik valentin
never making music in the same room as the audience
Dreaming in a Dead Language
how fast can you tremolo, how fast can you blastbeat, how well can you [convey the intrinsic and pervasive discontent which binds us to the realities of this mortal coil]
Days Slipping By
what if billy corgan had a significantly more restrictive budget?
aes in the hole
never mistook for a bird or a plane / mistook for a hearse in the rain. aesop has, over time, gotten better at letting people in. his rhymes can be punctured by logic now and he has found a worthy counterpart in Tobacco, who maps out acid trips with an array of analog synths and vocoded melodies.