Thursday, November 27, 2008

Dirty Dead-Carnivorous Lunar Activities (Nothing But a Nightmare) Review

I have to catch up on some review stuff I've been neglecting.

I don't really understand horrorcore as a genre. I mean, I understand psychobilly. I think it's stupid, but I get it, and with psychobilly you at least have a lot of room to experiment with the sound, so there are some really great bands in the genre that stand out among the thousands of terrible ones. I don't think there are any bands in horrorcore that hold that distinction. It's all terrible. And the bands can talk about their list of influences and how broad their musical pallet is all they want, but they're lying. They all sound like Graves-era Misfits and all their songs about the most inane shit they try to pass off as a "statement on the social condition of the United States" or something really pretentious like that. Yeah, I saw Night of the Living Dead, too, and George A. Romero you are not.

I got this CD in the mail on Halloween and I knew it was going to be terrible because it came with a one sheet and I have decided that if you need a one sheet written in third person to send to my blog, you are not a good band. However, it had cool looking Pushead style artwork and a creepy intro and I got really, really stoked. But I shouldn't have, because once the creepy intro was over it turned out to sound exactly like I thought it would. Actually, some of the music isn't that bad, but there's absolutely no range in it at all. There are 26 songs on this CD and they all sound exactly the same. Outside of a couple of intros on songs and a couple of breaks, I can't tell any of this apart. And the vocals are awful. If you can't sing, don't sing. And if you can't sing, especially don't sing and then go and compare yourself to Glenn Danzing, because that is fucking heresy. Maybe if there was more edge in the voice then the parts where he's out of key wouldn't sound so bad. I don't know. There is also a part on "Meet Me at the Morgue"* where the guitar goes completely out of time and for some reason they left in the mix.

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*Do stupid song titles get you punk points? Because they have 24 of them on this CD plus two covers, one of which is an absolutely terrible (albeit obligatory, I guess) cover of "Hybrid Moments" that is so fast it strips the song of any of it's great qualities. "Hybrid Moments" is my second favorite Misfits song of all time (right after "Children in Heat"), and it's really disappointing to hear it ruined like this. The other cover is "Maneater" by Hall and Oats, which I find completely unnecessary and I'm sick of bands doing "ironic" covers of Top 40 songs and thinking they just came up with a totally new and unique joke to pull on everybody. For the record, though, it's the only song on this CD that's worth listening to.

Tuesday, November 25, 2008

Punk Rock in the Wrong Hands

I usually take a bottle of water to work with me to drink at my desk and fill it up throughout the day. The past couple of days, which have been mind numbingly boring, I have been drinking 9 or 10 bottles of water a day without realizing it (I think I just go through the motions as a way to pull my mind away from my work -- which is tedious as hell -- for two seconds). The positive result of this is that I have to go to the bathroom like twice an hour, which is a good excuse to get up from my desk for two minutes. The negative result of this is that I have to go to the bathroom like twice an hour, and the people around me all think I have over-active bladder issues. Oh yeah, the girl who sits next to me is smoking hot. Just sayin'.


I wish I lived in an era populated by fashionable women who could sing, like PP Arnold


My boss just left for the day and informed me that tomorrow, being the last day of work for the week, counts as casual Friday. So "blue jeans" (not just any jeans..."blue jeans") are in dress code. Everyone is excited. I don't get it.

pg. 99-Document 8

This band was awesome. This album is awesome. The label that put it out rules. You need to go buy it ASAP. It got re-pressed on vinyl earlier this year. But seriously, you need to listen to it...and you need to buy it so you can read the lyrics. And Robotic Empire deserve your money, they're good peoples.

Monday, November 24, 2008

He's Cursed

The new job is kind of boring. It's a little more stressful because I have a lot to keep up with, but it's not terrible, really. I have my own space and nobody really bothers me. I can only update on my breaks, though. And I have a cold that I wish would go away.

Korova (how many times will I link to my own band's page? However many it takes for you to offer us a record deal!) played in Tuscaloosa this weekend. Totally last minute show at a bar called Egan's. We figured maybe 5-10 people would show up and by the time we went on the bar was pretty much packed and went completely nuts as soon as we started playing. To describe everything that happened before the bar pulled the plug after 3 songs would be a pointless endeavour because it wouldn't come close to explaining the sheer pandemonium of our set. We were permanently banned from playing there (to be fair, they had pretty good reasons). The (much bigger) bar next door told us we were welcome to play whenever we wanted, and I woke up the next morning to e-mails from Tuscaloosa bands offering us shows whenever we were able to make it back down. Good times.



Butthole Surfers-Brown Reasons

The first release. This band is awesome.

Wednesday, November 19, 2008

I'm not alive

If you actually read the shit I post instead of just skipping down to the music, you already know that the department I'm in at work is set to be dissolved in mid-December. I just got word that it will, in fact, be done tomorrow. There are three of us that all share a cubicle here; two of us are being let go, and one is being transferred to another assignment in a different department. That person will get to keep their same rate of pay and get their own cubicle (so they don't have to deal with the shit described in the next paragraph). That person is me. Somehow my superiors are under the impression that I'm a good employee.

This could not have happened sooner. The girl who I share a cubicle with that sits on my right -- the one I get along with -- and I are starting to really hate the other girl who shares this over sized bathroom stall with us. We've never spoken about it, but there have been enough instances of eye contact while this girl is pissing me the fuck off for me to know we both feel the same way about it. She's currently watching a reality TV show on her computer about an old woman that is selling crack with her much younger boyfriend to "provide for her family", but her daughter is Karen Clark Sheard, who has won a bunch of Grammys and I assume makes enough money to pay her mom at least enough to not sell drugs on the street. It's got a lot of really loud yelling and swearing and really terrible music and this girl insists on listening to it at a volume that makes it impossible for me to concentrate on anything else. I've been typing this paragraph for 15 minutes and it doesn't even make sense to me because all I can process is this family's conversation over dinner about how they all need to live in the glory of God. I just asked her the name of the show so I could post a link, but she took it as me being somewhat interested in the content and I missed what she said the actual name was, but I do know that it comes via BET.com. They talk a lot about prayer and being good Christians on this show. What the fuck?



Vitamin X-Full Scale Assault

This is the newest Vitamin X LP, produced by Steve Albini. This is definitely the best they've ever sounded. The drums and guitars sound sweee-eeeet. Two songs feature guest vocals by John Brannon of Negative Approach and I don't really feel it. His voice sounds weird on these recordings and Vitamin X don't need gimmicks like famous guest singers to win me over. But I guess they enjoyed doing it. They should have just let me record his parts, I would have sounded way better(pretentious much?). Tankcrimes put this out, who are a really cool DIY label from the Bay Area and Scotty is a wicked nice dude, so help him out and buy the record, you cheap asshole.

The download was originally upped on Short, Fast, Loud

P.S. Eliot-Bike Wreck

And on a continuation of todays hotlinking theme, I provide you with the Ackley's...I mean, P.S. Eliot's Bike Wreck Demo, via I Could Die Tomorrow (who bring it via Puzzle Pieces). I guess this might be the demo the band gives out for free at shows, but I never picked one up because it was in the same fabric cover as the King Everything demo that came out last year so I just assumed it was that. I've probably already said enough in this paragaph to where if the members of P.S. Eliot found this post they'd be super pissed off and I'd have to deal with the Crutchfields giving me dirty looks for the next 15 years, but I will continue.

This demo is so lo-fi and crappy and awesome. The total lack of any sort of production makes the music sound so much better. There's something about girly pop punk that sounds like it was recorded in a tin can that gets me off. The songs are awesome. The writing is awesome. P.S. Eliot doesn't sound like this anymore and I honestly think I like this incarnation better.

Oh shit, is that promo pic for the wrong band? Shit...maybe they should do a reunion so I could write about them instead.

Monday, November 17, 2008

No Headline

Cheat and lie, cheat and lie

The show in Alabaster ended up being a complete bust. After dealing with an embarrassingly low level of professionalism from the club "manager" (long story), we ended up shrugging our shoulders and driving back to Birmingham. We ended up playing a house show to about 20 people, which was a great show and a fun time. Rusted, a new band from Birmingham made up of younger kids, played the house show,(their first), and were awesome. They were vocals, bass, and drums, and played bottom heavy sludge that made you wanna' groove out.



Vivian Girls-Self Titled

This album is getting a lot of press, but I don't imagine a lot of punk kids will check it out because they're the kind of band that hipsters get into and Pitchfork raves about. Regardless, this album is an easy listen but isn't a bore. They have a myriad of influences that mesh well together so it doesn't sound disjointed in the least. They take some obvious cues from the shoegazer style but have melodies that remind me of old Detroit girl groups, but play it all in a style reminiscent of the old Olympia style (Beat Happening, anyone?). I'm a couple of months late jumping on this, but I wanted some time for the hype to cool off before I admitted I liked it.

Friday, November 14, 2008

In the end, she drank petrol

My band, Korova, is playing at some warehouse in Alabaster, about a half an hour South of Birmingham, tonight. I hate to admit it, but shows like this seem to function as "practice shows" for bigger places. Hell, the place might be packed for all I know. I don't know what the hell there is for kids to do in Alabaster, so maybe they just go to this place every weekend night.



I'm sort of weirded out by the current state of the underground music scene. It's so fickle and sectioned off. We've all installed glass ceilings above our bands and say it's in the name of DIY or "staying within the scene", but I don't really see how being DIY means "be poor at all costs". To me, being punk and being DIY simply means maintaining your autonomy. Sure, there are a lot of political things the go right along with the punk mindset, and I believe in the communal aspect of hardcore music, but using that as the reason to never try to have an audience outside of your close friends isn't exactly progressive thinking. We're all playing the same clubs to the same kids all the time, and preaching to the choir. We're getting nothing done. I don't know. Tomorrow I'll probably bitch about outsiders making it big and saying they still believe in the struggle. I'm such a jaded old man.



The Loose Skrews-More Than a Few

I mentioned them in a post the other day. Drunk punk from Atlanta with an obvious nod to early Skrewdriver (hence the name), and a heavy dose of Anti Seen style punk rock thrown in to spice it up. They've got a new record coming out. This is their first album that they self released, and they have a second full length that came out on that punk label that the guy from Hairball 8 tried to start, but I guess he fucked over his bands or something. I don't know anything about that. Fuck psychobilly. I opened the liner notes for this CD up while it was uploading and, what do ya' know, I'm on the "thank you" list. I wonder how many thank you lists I'm on that I don't even know about. God, I'm such an egotistical prick...

There's some other band called the Loose Skrews and I just found their web site. They do weddings and whatnot, and have really pompous bios of each member like they're going to be on VH1 one day and this shit will be totally necessary. They describe their individual members with unintentionally funny exaggerations like "Doug Nations - without a doubt - one of the best bass players in the southeast area" and "Rhonda Porter - Our Angel voiced sweetheart", and I guess most everybody in the band used to be in another band called The Buttercats, which I hope is a name that is completely indicative of their style. The funniest thing is that they're also based out of Georgia. I wonder how many embarrassing booking mix-ups there have been over this. I also wonder if the other band knows that their name is an obvious reference to a legendaryn band that regretably went on to be white supremacists in the 80s. I'll bet they do. They look like they get down to White Rider

Thursday, November 13, 2008

"God" is "Everywhere"

Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep?

I don't really have a cubicle, because it's not a cube. I share it with two other people, so it's too long to be a cube. It's like a rectacle. Anyway, it's annoying as fuck, because the girl on my left is always listening to awful music or watching soap operas on her computer. Of course I don't say anything because honestly, it's not even worth it, but it seriously annoys the hell out of me. The other day I came in and for some reason she actually showed up to work on time for a change and was booting up her computer and listening to Aaron Neville. Seriously, Aaron Fucking Neville (I believe "Fucking" actually is his middle name). I didn't know people still knew who Aaron Neville was, let alone listened to him of their own volition.

I once worked with a woman who listened to nothing but Shania Twain, and I kind of feel the same way about her and this girl who sits next to me now. I wasn't aware that Shania Twain actually sold records, I kind of just assumed she was one of those people that just had videos on MTV and made money from endorsements or something, like a Nascar driver. I'd never met anyone who actually admitted to liking her music. Maybe I'm crazy. Or maybe I have avoided the outside world for so long I haven't met all these crazies who think this shit is good. I consider myself lucky though, because it seems like people who get really into bad music go crazy and kill themselves in front of their obsessions' houses.

Well, fuck me, I just looked at the Aaron Neville web site and it turns out he's playing Birmingham tomorrow night. I guess maybe people still give a shit.



Anges Bernelle-Father's Lying Dead on the Ironing Board

I know I played a track from this LP on the radio show once. I picked this record up for a dollar because it looked interesting, and it is. The liner notes are really good and paint a good picture of cabaret music and the political connotations behind it, and the music is superb. I don't really know anything about the genre, but this makes me want to check it out more. Dry sarcasm, macabre humor, it's all here. According to her Wikipedia, she was more of an actress than a singer, but it doesn't mean this album isn't great.

Wednesday, November 12, 2008

Going Dead

I'm pretty tired/hungover from the Municipal Waste show last night, but it's worth it because they put on a pretty intense live show. I mostly stayed out of the action but managed to get sucked into the pit a couple of times. I spilled more beer than I drank during their set, and this morning I woke up and went to work still drunk from the night before. Punk rock, right? Download below for those of you who for some reason don't know what I'm talking about.



I was at a friend's house before the show last night and she pulled out an old Chess Records single from '61 by a singer named Betty James. I'd never heard it before but it was spectacular and I can't find any info on her online. I just did a quick eBay search for it and found a copy that's at 30 bucks with another day left to go. It's so weird running into these ultra obscure 45s from the 60s that are so great and yet so unknown. I mentioned the Thee Avantees to her, because they're my prime example of the case for obscure music. They recorded a single called "I Want to Understand" sometime in the late 60s that wound up on the first volume of Quagmire and the liner notes of the CD say there's no info. on them. That's depressing because these guys managed to go into the studio and lay out one of my top 5 favorite rock n roll songs of all time and I don't know if they recorded more stuff or went on to be in other bands that I would like or what. I've been trying to track down a copy of the original record for years now, if only just to hear the B side, but I've asked about it in record stores all over the country and nobody's ever even heard of it. Music hoarding is making me weary.



Municipal Waste-The Art of Partying

I downloaded this from another blog, but I don't remember which one. I have the 12" picture disc version, which looks bad ass.

Tuesday, November 11, 2008

Life's a bummer

So, apparently (I don't know how I missed this before), Meghan McCain is a "punk rocker" and listens to "punk rock" and is going around telling everybody "what it is" to be "down with the Ramones." Now, the Ramones are the greatest band of all time, but a lot of complete douche bags listen to them, and she seems like a good example. I know I don't "know" her, but I know one thing for certain; you can always tell when a Ramones "fan" is a douche bag, because their playlist only consists of songs from the first two albums, and OH SHIT, what was her top pick? "Blitzkrieg Bop". That song might as well be about Palin, coming in to take over the US and instate a fourth reich under the neo-Conservative Christian guard.

I consider myself politically conservative, but I feel no camaraderie with these assholes.


"A volunteer wears a shirt from the band "Disturbed."


Templars-Omne Datum Optimum

I had to upload this for a friend last night and figured I might as well post it here since I spent all the energy putting it on Mediafire anyway. Also, the bulk of my postings since I've taken up the blog again have been decidedly unpunk, and I wanted to give you assholes something you might enjoy. Go figure, this is my favorite Templars record. I like the older stuff, too, but this one just has a lot more to it.

Monday, November 10, 2008

The entire grill is hot.

Some "collections agency" has been calling me non-stop for the past three days, claiming I defaulted on a Chase credit card a few months ago and I owe around 300 bucks. The guy that calls me is a huge dick...which I guess is a good thing to have on your resume if you're applying for a company that tries to scam people out of money they don't have a right to. The guy's name is RONALD POLIN from MRS COLLECTIONS. I hope he Googles himself and finds this page. Hi, Ron! Fuck you!



Municipal Waste are playing Bottletree in Birmingham tomorrow. I'm stoked in a way that I rarely get stoked about shows. I got pretty excited about Ceremony a couple of weeks ago, who put on a great show, but were touring with terrible bands. I also managed to break my nose that night, and just as it was healing up, some asshole head butted me at the Loose Skrews gig at the High Note (I hate that bar) this past weekend and now it hurts like hell again. I spent $60 that night buying shots for roller derby girls at the bar while I walked around being a belligerent asshole. Sorry if you saw me that night and I just gave you a hard time for half an hour before walking away in the middle of one of your sentences.

Mitch Hedberg-Do You Believe in Gosh?

This album is hil-ar-i-ous. I guess it was the last show he recorded before he died, and it's all rough drafts of jokes he was putting together for what was supposed to be a proper full length. It came out a few weeks ago. Download it and improve the quality of your life.

We Don't Need No Law

Friday, November 7, 2008

Are we not men?

And some people are still trying to convince us we're not in hot water. I've seen studies that say that in a recession/depression, the industries that soar above all others are the vices. I want to open a chain of liquor stores. Hell, as bad as things are, I might be able to convince the state of Alabama to finally change their liquor laws and start selling premium quality beer.

There is an uneasy feeling of paranoia in the air. Or disappointment. Looming disappointment...I can't quite put my finger on it, but I don't like it at all. Maybe it's just anxiety brought on by a lack of nicotine.

Ed Gein-It's a Shame That a Family Can Be Torn Apart By Something as Simple as a Pack of Wild Dogs

Sweet Jesus this band is awesome. I saw them a few years ago and was turned off by the crowd because they happened to draw in the whole white-belt/helmet-hair kids that were trendy back then, but was blown away by their intensity. They were one of the first bands I saw play to a pretty big crowd and still refuse to play on the stage, which was mind blowing back then. I was in a friend's car recently and he threw this on and I remembered how awesome this band was. Just put your head back and try to keep your ears from bleeding.

No School or Movement

Thursday, November 6, 2008

RIP Byron Lee



When I was like 12 and first started shopping in the ska/reggae collection of Charlemagne Records on Southside, I remember always being intrigued by Byron Lee records because so many of the covers were just half naked women. 12 year old boys get into that.

To Science Fiction Writers Circa 1965


"I love you sons of bitches," Eliot said in Milford.
"You're all I read anymore. You're the only ones who'll talk about the really terrific changes going on, the only ones crazy enough to know that life is a space voyage and not a short one, either, but one that'll last for billions of years. You're the only ones with guts enough to really care about the future, who really notice what machines do to us, what wars do to us, what cities do to us, what big, simple ideas do to us, what tremendous misunderstands, mistakes, accidents, and catastrophes do to us. You're the only ones zany enough to agonize over time and distances without limit, over mysteries that will never die, over the fact that we are right now determining whether the space voyage for the next billion years or so is going to be Heaven or Hell"

Eliot admitted later on that science fiction writers couldn't write for sour apples..."


--Kurt Vonnegut, God Bless You, Mr. Rosewater



Lurker of Chalice-Lurker of Chalice

This record is so fucking awful. It's this guy, Wrest, who was in Leviathon. It's all ambient black metal or something. It's terrible. I don't know what kinds of drugs you have to consume to find this kind of music interesting, but I want no part of it. The only reason I'm posting it here is because people pay $40+ for the vinyl version (the re-press that is, the original is waaaay more), and I don't think that any person should ever have to pay for bad music. So download it and listen to it and wonder why the hell you wasted your time after I just spent an entire paragraph telling you how much it sucks.

Southern Discomfort

I realized something yesterday while I was sitting in my swirly chair -- zoning out, fantasizing about being anywhere else -- and that is that there are a lot more good looking women up in this part of the office. Maybe it's the air. When you're several stories up, where the winds really start picking up outside, it's stirring up something in their genetic make up. Or maybe they just got promoted because their boss has a dirty mind. I'm going with the former, it's more to think on. They don't like me because I have a scruffy face and visible tattoos. I have, once again, turned into to "that weird guy" around the office through no fault of my own.

The current flood of news reports about reactions to Obama's election has a lot of mixed feelings coming up. Some are extremely disappointing, such as this tidbit on the "celebrations" of black teenagers in Chicago. Their violent and racist reactions are exactly the sort of things that lend credit to the backward thinking whites that are upset that a black man was elected president. This is all proof (coupled with the loss on Prop 8) that, while we are making giant leaps forward as a nation, our culture is still fucked.

One of the best things I read about election reactions was
an interesting piece in the LA Times
that covered attitudes of non-US citizens around the world. Most Americans don't know or care when leaders are elected in other countries, but sometimes we forget how much of an impact America has on a global scale and we don't think about what our foreign policy does when put into practice over seas. The article, which quotes world leaders, professionals, and your average joe in the third world, is proof that the world is a much smaller place than we'd like to admit, and if we all started thinking about it like that, we'd probably have an easier time getting all this figured out.

Eyehategod Complete Discography

Everything this NOLA sludge band has ever released, via the great Angrychair blog. I can't speak on sludge with very much authority, but I know one thing, this band rules.

Far From Home

Anarchists believe that you should always be willing to strip yourself of your personal identity in the name of the movement. The belief behind this is that the cause is much greater than the individual, and ego will get in the way of forward movement. It makes sense considering anarchists don't believe in borders or nations, but there are inherent flaws within the mindset.

Corporations believe the same thing. The individual employee is, in effect, useless and expendable. The weight falls on us to keep pushing the great brand name forward, but in the end we will fall and the weight will be redistributed. We live with this all day every day, and they tell us that our fear of falling down is irrational, but if we don't have our fear, what have we got? It's the only thing keeping us human. This tie is a noose wrapped too tight around my neck.

My new sub-department is being dissolved next month when this special assignment is over. I don't know where I'll be reassigned. The terms of my contract allow them to do basically whatever they want with me (again, another post), so there's no telling. I could be out of a job completely or moved to yet another department. Yesterday I was told over the phone by a high-money investor that we handle investments for that I "was moving up in the company, [he] could tell." This made me weary because I had to transfer him to a supervisor and I was afraid he would tell them he thought I was helpful and an asset to the company. My new supervisor had already praised me earlier that morning in front of others. If they dissolve this department and give me a promotion I'm going to go crazy.

The Saints-I'm Stranded

I was going to go with something darker, but that will be for a later post (and it's going to RULE). These dudes were from Australia in the late 70s and churned out some great poppy punk rock that sounded very, very UK.

Welsh Asylums


Wednesday, November 5, 2008

The Queen is Dead, Boys

The world was not made for me. I can say this for certain because there is no such thing as a time machine, and there probably won't be in my lifetime. If time machines were real, I could hop in and go back to the mid 50s. I'd shack up with Audrey Hepburn and live in her attic churning out volumes of bad poetry that people would get into because in that time it would be "edgy". Or, since it was the 50s, I could just publish volumes of Smiths lyrics and call them my own. And then later I could sue Morrissey for plagiarism.

That's the kind of world that I want to live in.

Fucked Up-Chemistry of Common Life

This album isn't terrible. I heard this band for the first time when they were putting out a single every other month or something and I never saw what the big deal was. They just sound like a lot of skinhead bands and I don't see why people are into this but overlook bands that were doing the same thing (but better) a few years ago. But then again, I'm jaded and bitter. Anyway, I heard this for the first time last night and decided it's OK. I don't hate it, but I really don't think I'd sit around listening to it. I like the guitars and I am a big fan of the production. So, you know, check it out.



Who cares?

I am so fucking bored out of my mind

I don't understand people that are able to work a desk job for years. The longest I ever worked at a desk was for a company in Aurora, IL called Bernina. They're a sewing machine manufacturer and I worked in an office/warehouse building in the technical department repairing sewing machines for about a year and a half. It wasn't all bad because at least I was taking shit apart and thinking about stuff. But this -- phone calls, paperwork, spreadsheets -- this is not the kind of work that people are supposed to do on a day-to-day basis.

Basically, the deal is this. The company I work for (which is actually incorrect syntax...the company I work "with" is much more specific, but that is another entry) handles policies, securities, and stocks sold at independent offices by agents all over the US. A new federal regulation requires us, at the national level, to touch base with customers/investors personally every 36 months to ensure that the information we have on file here is up-to-date. So, we send out the these little mailers with all the information we have and ask them to get back in touch and let us know what's going on. I field those phone calls coming in and keep track of changes in the system. The problem is that people are kind of stupid. They don't read the actual letter, they just look at the top part and assume it's spam, so they call me up and start screaming about how they're going to call their lawyer. Or they ask me what kind of an investment they have because they literally don't remember that they have an IRA until they're told. I just don't get people some days.


The Smiths-The Queen is Dead

How is this album SO FUCKING AWESOME?

Further On Up the Road

Everybody else is chiming in on this. Sorry that this is just another election entry on your blogroll, but I gotta' say something.

I was raised to be patriotic, and I've most of my life having a conservative view of the world. Most of that hasn't changed, but over the past couple of years I sort of lost a lot of faith in the voting populace of America. I had gotten completely surrounded by religious right wing nuts and I was sort of starting to think that maybe everybody felt that way. I don't really have anything against people that are religious, some of my best friends are at church every Sunday, but I had been exposed to a Midwestern "mega church" culture that mirrored the herd going off to be slaughtered without even knowing where they were going. They were all Republican because that's what the church told them to do be. When Obama was announced as the presidential candidate, it wasn't ever about the issues, it was about the fact that he was ethnically mixed and, while he is an open Christian, had a parent from a Muslim country. The first time I ever heard someone make the comment that they didn't want to "live to see the day that a black Muslim would be elected president of the United States," my immediate response was "Well, then you might as well just go ahead and kill yourself."

Now, I don't agree with Obama on a lot of things. But it would have been stupid for me to expect a third party candidate to come out on top this election, so I can't complain. Honestly, there's a lot I just plain don't like about him, but that's not the point. Barack Obama represents the antithesis of that herd I had grown so accustomed to. I had gotten so scared over the past couple of months that all the chain emails and mud slinging were going to work and we were going to end up with Sarah Palin in a position of power on a national scale. It doesn't matter that I don't like Obama or that I don't agree with him on everything, because the point is that right now America needs a drastic change from the past 8 years, and he represents that change. I like McCain, really, but he's not what we need. He's headstrong and stubborn and won't be taking this country where it needs to go.

Here's to the US taking a chance. Finally.

A Silver Mt. Zion-He Has Left Us Alone but Shafts of Light Sometimes Grace the Corners of Our Rooms

Post-Rock/Rock-Minimalism/Other-Pretentious-Names-Rock-Journalists-Come-Up-With-That This-Band-Doesn't-Like-To-Be-Called from members of Godspeed! You Black Emperor. This isn't their best album, but it's pretty good and I've been listening to it lately. Check out their later stuff, it's just kind of a stripped down G!YBE. Brought to you by the fine folks at Constellation Records

Sons of Nero



Their art is way better than the bands they work with.

Tuesday, November 4, 2008

Low Resolution

People in offices are nice. Too nice. Fake nice. They are suspect, I don't believe a fucking word. They smile and nod and apologize when you pass each other too closely in the alleyways made by a thousand lonely cubicles, but they don't mean it. They're just waiting for their day to retire, die, or snap, whatever happens to come first, and they're all quickly losing all the qualities that make them human. Little by little, we are chiseling away at our natural traits with fast food, network television, and corporate takeovers. I hate people who wear hair gel and patterned ties.

I'm going to vote today after work. Honestly, I don't want to. McCain will lose (but he will sweep Alabama), Obama will win, my guy won't even get a mention. I don't see the point. I mean, I do see the point, otherwise I wouldn't even bother going, I'm just sort of lazy and I don't want to wait in line forever after work. I just want to go home and cook a burritto and chill the fuck out. But, I'm going to go, and I'm going to vote for Bob Barr and I'm going to say "well, at least I tried" and then I will go home and cook a burritto and chill the fuck out. If I wasn't 100% sure Obama was going to win, I'd probably vote for him, honestly. But if I can safely cast my third party vote without fear of another Republican taking office, I really should because there's no telling if I'll ever be able to do it again.

City of Caterpillar-Self Titled

They aren't the best in their genre, but they're pretty good. Some of the long arrangements get a little tedious, but it's good music when you're not really into having your face slapped.

No matter how they toss the dice

Monday, November 3, 2008

I won't be skull fucked by faith

I haven't posted a new entry since August 2nd, 2008. I've been using my Livejournal recently and actually set this entire blog to private, but I'm sure anyone who read my blog regularly already figured that out.

Well, I decided to take this one back up. Supposedly November is national blog month or something and I felt a surge of inspiration to start blogging again. But, the format will be different. I always focused on underground music before, but with my current life situation, I've decided I need to expand the content of this page to better reflect what's going on around me. There will probably still be a lot of downloads (actually, probably more), but the focus will just shift. The only reason anybody ever read this blog was due to the downloads, I'm sure. I won't be posting anything to get "hits", but...well, you know what, I don't feel like explaining myself. Go start your own blog about how that Ian guy is an asshole.

Anyway, here's the update. I split up with my wife the first week of July and moved back to Birmingham. It's nice being back, but I'm going through the legal aspects of the divorce now and my son is still in Illinois. I'm back playing in Korova again and we are releasing a full length (our first in almost 7 years of playing as a band) this month. So, now you're caught up with all that.

After I moved to Birmingham, I took a job working logistics for a life insurance company. Their storage facilities were a wreck but they didn't want to outsource to a warehouse for what is really a small amount of inventory, so they brought me in to fix it all for them. It took forever, but I got it all straightened out and had gone on to do other things in the department while maintaining the structure I set up. Things were going well. Then, all of a sudden, I didn't have a job anymore. It turns out my bosses had decided behind my back that I was too smart for shitty working class jobs and I shouldn't be working in the basement but should be upstairs dealing with people. So I had to take two weeks off while I switched departments, and here I am, my first day at my new job. I moved up six stories in the building and I'm making more money, but I'm not very happy about it. I liked my old job. I like working shitty working class jobs as a matter of independence. I've been told my whole life I was too smart to be doing that, but I'm not buying it. My Dad works in a factory and I was raised in a very blue collar environment, so I don't know how to get along with people that got obscure marketing degrees in fields I don't fully understand and now come to work to try and "corner the market". I like factories and warehouses because nobody bothers you there and nobody has a reason to bullshit.

And here I am, inadvertantly climbing the corporate latter.

They say "dress for the job you want, not the job you have," so I dress like a slob. Actually, that's a lie, I'm just trying to sound tough. But fuck if someone is going to tell me I can't wear jeans and Fred Perrys aren't nice enough for this work environment.

Updates on my job duties later. Download below.

Harvey Milk-Life...The Best Game in Town

Sweet noisy, doomy metal from Athens. They cover "We Destroy the Family" by Fear on this record.
 

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