Monday, June 18, 2007

Jeans were in a uniform.

I was going to wait till this was a lil' closer to the release date, but fuck it it is too good. Buy it though.

Liars - Liars

Sunday, June 17, 2007

Friday, June 15, 2007

Thursday, June 7, 2007

Punishment and Crime of Binomials: A Syntactic Sociological Experiment.

Hey wouldn't it be a funny sociological experiment to flip those english constructs wherein there are two words juxtaposed and seperated with an and/or but are always said in a particular order. They're called binomials i think. Then gauge reations? I think it would be very funny. I would ask for quiet and peace, the pepper and salt, games and fun. I would exclaim that it is raining dogs and cats outside! and that this pork is indeed sour and sweet. Sweeter than matrimony and love, or a jelly and peanut-butter sandwich. That perhaps we should go out for some chips and fish later. I will complain about the state of order & law today, calling for a times & life documentary on anthropomorphic cops. Because anthropomorphic cops are even funny on their own.

Hilarious. Updates to come. Die or Do.

Wednesday, June 6, 2007

William, Justine, and Henry - they all died by my hands.

I feel compelled to make note here of one of the most beautiful films i've watched recently. EspĂ­ritu de la colmena, Or: The Spirit Of the Beehive, directed by one Victor Erice. I have a strange fascination with Franco-era civil war Spain, which I find to be rich with a kind of more dignified tragedy than some of those OTHER war time fascist dictatorships. Its just that whole For Whom The Bell Tolls, 1936, Viva La Libertad, mujeres libres ilk is incredibly inspiring, even for one whom political concern seems to be slipping away from. Congruent to my fascination with guerilla war fighters, there lies a similar infatuation with Frankenstein, and Universial Movie Monsters of the like. This is a common thing, but c'mon they are awesome. So much possibility for Monster Allegory EVERY DAY.

THAT BEING SAID, The spirit of the beehive is about two girls who see Frankenstein in a small post-civil war town. They're emotionally affected by the film, as is the town by the war they've just experienced. Franco's Spain is atmospherically combined with the romanticism of childhood fantasy, as the girls start to raise, in their own unbearably cute, innocent way, important questions about life. Haunting and visually arresting. It's at some points slow moving, but the story benefits from this if anything.

Montreal Mix-Tapers, I am starting a mixtape club! The idea is we meet once a month, exchange names via the hat system, and themes, then exchange tapes. Fun! The first meeting is TOMMOROW at casa del popolo. I don't know who would be reading this who doesn't know already, but YES. Tommorow. 19:30 at Casa Del Popolo.

Over the last 10 years, Alog have navigated a singular path, treading with delicate precision between thickets of electronics and copses of environmental sound.The results are as fresh and quixotic as you might imagine: staccato, pointillist constructions like ”A Throne For The Common Man” positively thrum with energy as they shake and rattle along in a storm of percussive detail. Moments like these reach back through Tom Waits to Harry Partch, but the flickering, metallic accents of ”The Beginner” are closer to Steve Reich´s ”Drumming”; they conjure a cloud of harmonics shot through with quelrulous whines and whimpers. But in the end, ”Amateur” is simply too various to be summarised with a couple of neat comparisons. Towards its close, ”Bedlam Emblem” executes a graceful ten minute movement from Nordic windblasts through surging psychedelic distortion to whispery near silence; like the rest of the record, it´s immensely suggestive and almost impossible to pin down.

-The Wire

Alog - Amateur