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It’s that random shit on my mind time again…

CitWFrom what could, very possibly (probably?) be my favorite horror movie The Cabin In The Woods. I don’t have anything sophisticated to say about why I like it, but I feel like there are just a thousand aspects of it that make it an excellent watch.  Special effects/gore, superior acting, horror humor, meaty story, original concept, homage to the horror genre in general…

smiley-face-with-cigaretteWas listening to the Rolling Stones “(i Can’t Get No) Satisfaction” a week or so ago on one of the local classic rock stations, and some of the lyrics just struck me…
“When I’m watchin’ my TV
And a man comes on and tells me
How white my shirts can be
But he can’t be a man ’cause he doesn’t smoke
The same cigarettes as me”
Then yesterday this kid that works at one of the group home I oversee, saw a pack of my smokes and said he had never seen those before. I told him that I get them from the reservation, that their all natural and that they only cost me $20 a carton. As I was telling him this young guy that, I noticed that he was smoking menthols of some cheap generic brand and I thought to myself, he can’t be a man ’cause he doesn’t smoke the same cigarettes as me.

My buddy Bjorn heard that I had been talking about my epiphany in music, having scored a decent pair of headphones and hit me up with this rager of a tune, translated as headphones…
Bob Hund – Hörlurar
Then he checks out my post of a bootleg Joy Division recording here on the Relics and slaps me with this nice cover (Bjorn and Ian have similar sounding voices)…
pilleemandjoonks – Love will tear us apart

…The Well, a band that hit my turntable a while back and have since come under my radar again…stoner, doom, sludge…

…tragic animated short Death and the Robot…


…in case that disappears, here’s the .flv
Death and the Robot

smoking-rapperLiam’s Corner: My Son and I are talking about doing a mixtape like folx are doing these days, that harkens back to my youth of making actual mix tapes for people. If I took the time to do one of those for you, it meant you were sorta special, because a lot of time and thought went into those. For our mixtape, I imagine we will be doing lots of stoney rap type guys as that’s what Liam’s into. He’s not really into the gangsta variety, I tried to some of that the other day…
Tommy Wright III – Do Or Die


He in turn turned me onto something a lot less brutal and callous and much more intensely stoney, Currren$y – E.T. (ft. B Real)…

Mental Health MixtapeSo I had mixtape on my mind and the other day on the good classic rock station (the one that doesn’t play the same shit over and over again) played three great tunes in a row. Funny thing about it too was that all three had to do with some aspect of mental health (an issue I have struggled with for a long time). So armed with a them and a mixtape as a purpose, I woke up in the middle of the night and two more song thought up to add to the initial three from the radio. I went ahead and stayed up for the next hour or two thinking up off the top of my head and then ultimately doing a search. A lot of the songs are common hits, not too many obscure ones, but with the hits I tried to find decent sounding live versions. All in all a good listen. So if you download that you’ll find I added some samples to make it mine so to speak, and it will fit neatly on an 80 minute CDr…
Mental Health Mixtape

Hockaloogie – Spitoons 7″

H-SBeen a while since we featured a band from the indomitable Humboldt County, this time around, Hockaloogie, who we featured before with their Houses Of The Oly cassette. There’s this Humboldt Punk group on Facebook that I lurk around occasionally and virtually ran into a woman named Kathy Frasier who happens to be married to Tyce, who was the singer. She offered to send me this 7″ from a box in her garage, so that we could have it here. Hell fucking yeah!  Saw these guys numerous times and played gigs with them at least a couple of times, but brain damage prevents me from recollecting specifics. As a result listening to this 7″ was like something fresh and new, not something 22 years old. All and all, this is a pretty killer little record. Real snotty slightly metallic catchy post-punk with a little jazziness thrown in, a sweet combination only a Humboldt band could churn out. Not sure which I like better, the tape or the 7″, but it’s not a competition is it, they are both very indicative of a extremely vibrant scene Humboldt had in the late 80s, early 90s. The hit on this thing is “Tights” in my opinion and if there’s any criticism of the record, it’s that there isn’t enough music. Thanx to Kathy and Tyce for the putting this in my lap and allowing anyone else who stumbles across this place to have a listen…in a box, in the garage, is no place for good music…

Tights
She Cries
Phallus
Rudeolf

Femme Fatality – “Stranger” vid

FF2Got this impersonal, seemingly management company generated email, a generic press release, I assumed was asking for a review, without specifically asking for one (more of a statement than a request) and therefore, almost wrote this band off without listening to them. The press photo at left intrigued me enough, sorta thought, these guys might have something interesting to say over a cup of coffee. Listened to the tune, a minimal, synth, darkwave kind of thing and was pretty fucking impressed. In that email, “electronic pop” was mentioned, and I’m just enough of a music snob to be instantly annoyed anytime the word “pop” is used (I have to work on that).  But this has an edge to it, where as pop is a butter knife that’s only good for spreading butter, this is sharp and will cut you the fuck up. It’s dark, but not contrived forcing a guy to have to put on eye liner, it feels natural, perfect for promoting thought. And I thought, the lyrics, what I can understand are pretty killer, so I wrote back to see if I could get those wrote up. Bradley kindly wrote back and reading along only makes the song that much better…
the sort of love that makes you ache
can’t see a thing but you know you’re awake
at the ole gin mill where everyone knows
stranger in town and he’s moving in close

i am the pleasure to your pain
i am the one who got away

the sort of nerves that show on your face
nowhere to hide so you pick up the pace
strollin’ the boulevard right in plain sight
stranger in town and he’s staying all night

i am the pleasure to your pain
i am the one who got away
my love is cynical
love so criminal
i am the one who got away

So they’ve got a Soundcloud page, you can get to that below along with some other links, Femmefatality.net, Facebook.com/femmefatalitymusic, and Instagram.com/femmefatalityofficial/. Went ahead and started listening to some of their songs of the past on that Soundcloud page, there an impressive 43 of them, and song after song I was blown away. This newest song is the darkest of the lot, but these other ones are crazy good too. Poppy? Yes, but this electro power pop kind of thing,that is hyper catchy. How the fuck have I not heard of this band who like an iceberg the majority of their mass lies underneath the surface. Simply incredible composers and songwriters make up this band. I was kind of proud of myself for making this discovery, but of course I deserve no credit, it was that seemingly impersonal press release that ended up in my mailbox…

Mustard turns 46…

PTDC0002Yesterday was my 46th birthday. Not a special or memorable number like 21 or 40 were, or I imagine like 50 will be, but still okay because it was a pretty alright year. Nothing mind blowing this year, but my life in general is fairly good…my Wife is still hot (way too fine, considering I’m fat and falling apart) and for the most part supportive, my Son is going to a division I university and is a well rounded individual, I have two beautiful Grandbabies, I enjoy spending time with my 4 dogs, ten (outside) cats, two horses and my miniature donkey Jet Li, work isn’t my favorite part of my life, but I get paid well enough and what I do is important to the lives of others, I own my Great Great Grandfather’s homestead, I have two pickups in case one breaks down and I have enough extra money to meagerly support my hobby, music. Life is good and I value it (which wasn’t always the case). Most importantly, so I can enjoy all that, is I’m not a slave to the bottle anymore. Didn’t do much on this birthday, worked, came home, changed into my pajamas, had coffee, a juicy steak and watched a decent movie, Lucy (actually I dug it tremendously).  And thanx to the paradoxically good and evil Facebook, I got lots of birthday wishes from the people I love. My Native Brother Tom sent me the killer vid/tune below…


…then my buddy Nazz sent me the icing on the cake…