6th Floor Orchestra

Just to show you how in the fucking in I am is this next group of artists working together to comprise 6th Floor Orchestra. Unfortunately the limited to 20 edition lathes are sold the fuck out (I got mine, but just tried to get a second one that I thought would make a nice gift to the right person, but no luck). This receives the 5 star, turn it up to 11, Mustard Relics seal of approval, “hits” in my book. Literally blown away by how beautiful and way the fuck out there this is. Loudly speechless!
Music by: 6th Floor Orchestra:
All Sounds and Screams made by:
David Lampley (of Psychopop / Angels Dust / Skrapez)
Kristi Scarvelis (of Auramics)
Emmanuel Coto (of Black Magick Chocolate Tears)
Flávia Ciampi (of Angels Dust)
Ilia Gorovitz

Already a HUGE fan of Flávia and David from Angels Dust, so I knew this was going to be good, but I did not expect this. Like I said, blown the fuck away. Seriously, give them 6 or 7 minutes of your time, well worth it…

..and just found out there is an equally incredible vid to go with the compositions…hell to the yeah

HAU – Brilliant Gospel Alibi CD

This was on the way back from town very early this morning, through the cracked, dirty windshield of my deceased Mother’s pride and joy, her Subaru…perfect prequel to blogging about this badass album…

On fucking fire is what this CD is, from beginning to end, an intensely, raging flame, like a furnace at a steel mill melting your goddamn brain! What do you expect though outta the wasteland that is Greece these days (don’t feel left out my American friends, the USA may only be a decade behind the Greeks, as Mike said, “our days are dark / many human developments”). Mike and Jianni, virtual pals of the Relics for some time now by way of another Greek pal, Panos of Pornostroika Dadafi (you may remember this tune PORNOSTROIKA DADAIFI – NEUROPE (HAU REMIX), released this here CD on Bulgaria’s own DVNTT back on February 10th (no one can say Mustard is too early to the party, in fact I’m late and everybody’s drunk…got some catching up to do). The labels on the Bandcamp page are very generic (I kinda like that)…electronic experimental techno industrial noise, but you very easily could call them…ambient drone tribal rhythmic noise post punk and potentially a whole host of other micro-labels, but there’s nothing “micro” about HAU, this duo is huge. It’s got this immense start, that in true old school, industrial fashion, reminds you of being in a factory, gears turning, metal pounding metal (really the whole CD has that vibe) and then 6 3/4 minutes in, it abruptly ends and I realized my pulse had become rapid with the music…BAM BAM BAM, STOP!  A weird feeling, the quiet after that seemingly endless loud smash of your fucking car into a brick wall. The silence is short of course, as they get right back into it. The hit, the one that maybe even folks not into this kind of music, could dig on this bad boy is “Cunts and Needles”, sorta dark wave… very, very dark…”down here.”  These are all hits though, and as with a lot of these kinds of albums, the whole thing is one work, not to be separated, you take out one piece and the whole thing doesn’t make sense.  And so, to separate another track, I love how, “Into The Caves of Disability” reminds me a bit of their comrades Pornostroika.  Anyway, I bought this thing (limited to 25 physical copies) about half way through listening to it, absolutely fucking amazing every time I listen to it and each time I’m almost exhausted aurally, this thing pummels you that hard (there should be a warning label on it). They have a Soundcloud, Bandcamp, Facebook, and a Youtube, you fucking name it. I wanted to thank Mike and Jianni for enlightening me with this wonderful music. Now listen…

PORNOSTROIKA DADAIFI – ALL IS NOTHING feat ΘΕΟΧΑΡΗΣ Η. S. N.

As this world and one species on it implode and succumb to cannibalism, Mustard is always on the hunt for anything having to do with music. Anybody know what movie this GIF is from. I made this one with an online converter after a buddy of mine posted a short clip on fucking facebook (I bet there are a bunch of sociology type doctors that have written about that FB phucking phenomena. I know I could go on about what a crock of shit it is, but I would always have to come back to the fact that it is the only way I communicate with some friends and that in itself is a bad sign). Another buddy, again on fucking facebook, is talking about doing a music magazine and I thought about telling him I’d like to throw my hat in the ring on that project, but I fear rejection (hahahah, not really, I’m too old and have lived through too much shit to have fear of bullshit). He came to the Relics a few times way back when and commented a time or two, but I don’t think he’s feeling me. Besides MR IS a virtual music magazine and although it’s mostly just mp3 collectors that stop by just to suck alien dick like in that movie Naked Lunch (I don’t have time for that shit), this place is the shit (and I’ll just leave it at that).

So my Kansas buddy (there’s not many of them) Darryl, and I were chatting about the current political atmosphere and the cannibalism that is trickle down economics, and this latest tax bill that got passed here in the make it great again US of fucking A. The joke that’s not funny, it’s tragic, with glazed eyes they march into the meat grinder to feed the rich (and these are not what I would consider rich, but the gluttonously filthy rich, the billionaires of the world…a world where lives mean less than investments).   We also talked about the psychology of a person who can look at the epitome of selfishness and not be repulsed.  He then suggested I check out this tune…


Travis Tritt is a trip, not even close to something I would normally approach musically, but he is spot on with this one and thirty years ago with the ex-B-movie star…

All around I hear the sound of money
But I ain’t got a nickel to my name
And everywhere I look I see temptation
She stands on every corner and calls my name.

Won’t you tell me if you can
‘Cause life’s so hard to understand
Why’s the rich man busy dancing
While the poor man pays the band
Oh, they’re billing me for killing me
Lord, have mercy on the working man.

Uncle Sam’s got his hands in my pockets
And he helps himself each time he needs a dime
Them politicians treat me like a mushroom
‘Cause they feed me bull and keep me in the blind.

Won’t you tell me if you can
‘Cause life’s so hard to understand
Why’s the rich man busy dancing
While the poor man pays the band
Oh, they’re billing me for killing me
Lord, have mercy on the working man.

Hey, St. Peter, look down for a minute
And see this little man about to drown
There’s quicksand all around and man I’m in it
Please help me up Lord, ’cause I’m going down.

Won’t you tell me if you can
‘Cause life’s so hard to understand
Why’s the rich man busy dancing
While the poor man pays the band
Oh, they’re billing me for killing me
Lord, have mercy on the working man.

Won’t you tell me if you can
‘Cause life’s so hard to understand
Why’s the fat man busy dancing
While the thin man pays the band
Oh, they’re billing me for killing me
Lord, have mercy on the working man.

Please Lord, have mercy on the working man.
Please Lord, have mercy on the working man…

My virtual pal from Greece (talk about a place that’s fucked right now), Panos, sent me (and probably everyone he thought would listen from his email address book…so unfortunately I don’t feel special) this song from his band, Pornostroika Dadaifi, who were featured (three fucking tunes) on Mustard Relics Records’ Martyred Hertics CD-R (you can still get that bad boy from me)…

Stuff #13

This is going to be somewhat of a mega post (it’ll blind you if you stare too long at it) as I haven’t done anything here in over a week (no bueno).  When I go that long, I’m bulging at the seams with music that needs listening to and I’ve got a few things that need said. Still feel like I have a lot on my plate, but this place, as has been said a thousand times before, is my solace, my home away from home. Now I feel all mushy inside…

Yes, I did watch the eclipse with “special” glasses (in all fairness to the Donald, I too did glance up at the eclipse with the naked eye, but that’s where our similarities end, because you are a bad man), and the McGregor vs. Mayweather fight and I tried watching MTVs VMAs (no bueno). On a fucking role baby.  Not even sure what I’m doin’ half the time, just kinda goin’ with the flow (and the flow is flowing, man).  Trying hard to stay away from politics and really anything that harshes my mellow. Is there such a thing as the Atlas complex, the weight of the world and all that, as if my caring was going to save the planet from humanity. Arm yourselves Brothers and Sisters, this is isn’t over by a long shot…6 Gun Groups That Aren’t for White Right-Wingers

It’s sad to say, but this blog is at the mercy of the omnipresent youtube (like everything on the internet, a scam, corporate whoredom). Went looking for the Beatles tune, “With a Little Help From My Friends” and it’s not fucking there! The Beatles in general have no presence there, except for tons of, as you can imagine, super lame karaoke covers. You ever vomit out of your nose? Did find a Ringo live version that (barely) satisfied my craving (short of pulling the record and giving it a spin, which is the path I should have taken)…

Not sure if it’s been mentioned before, that although I’m brain damaged today, I did get BA’s in Philosophy and Religious Studies in my youth. At this point, spiritually, I take what makes sense from all the shit I’ve studied from all over the world, throughout the years, and try to apply it to my life. The result I think is not perfect by a long shot, but I feel like I’m a pretty decent human being and certainly much better than I have been in the past. What I lack in smarts, hopefully is made up with the little bit of wisdom I’ve acquired over the years. My specialty then and now, was/is early Christian history. Despite the fact that I’ve read a lot from several renowned authors/scholars, I’m still an amateur on the subject, still admiring the tip of the iceberg. Fucking FB knows me better than I know myself, when it suggested I read an article about a recently discovered 1500 year old latin gospel commentary. Not only is there an article about the discovery, but you can download the Latin or English text! Brought out the nerd in me, a distraction from all the bullshit humanity has to offer, much like listening to the right song at the right time…

Was going to share these vids separately, as individual posts, but I lost interest in trying to come up with something to say.  It reminds me that the words here are a distraction, in other words, don’t let my babbling keep you from listening/enjoying the myriad of tunes I post.  Two concerts here by influential female fronted, early 80s punk bands…


My new virtual pal, Alex, at my request, turned me onto a bunch of his music, this here being his latest composition.  Very diggable electronica with a somber mood about it!  Need to put this on my iPod! for further late night contemplation and take this tune for a ride.  Here’s the deal from the soundcloud description, “Aviation Oak Pi Mi” is the fourth piece from the 2017 album “M. Tapio V.” by Alexander Wheill, the tribute/homage album to the musical and sound design genius of Mika Vainio (1963-2017). “Aviation Oak Pi Mi” was chosen as the pinultimate piece on the album due to its minimal but reverberating tones, slowly building up to a rhythmic structure, sometime spliced with by semi-random sound juxtapositions. While not being a “single”, it does capture the general mood and feel for the album “M. Tapio V.”.  This is just a taste though, go to the Wreck Age Recordings Soundcloud page to really walk into a room filled some killer virtual sounds. Perfect for a sesh with the headphones…

Another virtual pal, Fredrik has a second installment from his hard hittin’ blues rockin’ band Baba Vanga! If you dug the last song, which I of course did (otherwise I wouldn’t be talking about it), this one packs a one two punch after a mellow intro, followed by some serious rockin’. Fredrik packs one hell of a punch with his pipes and on guitar, while the rest of the band pummels with their tight musicianship. Sweden, baby, is on the map with these guys.  I was privy to a short vid of one of their rehearsals (thank a ton Fredrik) and I’ll be damned if they don’t rock out with this garage vibe that is reminiscent of the Cramps.  All five songs will be available next month or the month after, in what format I don’t know, but I’m hoping something physical (I see a mega-post being done of these guys when all is said and done)…

…and finally, the last thing on my virtual turntable (soon to be on my turntable in the Matrix), be still the “beating of my heart” the otherworldly Angels Dust has a new release. I shit you not, you must buy this record, Flavia and David are just getting better and better at their craft with time. I spent way too much money, but I bought one of each edition (there’s like ten very limited variations)…you only live once, right? Aurally I’m ecstatic about this thing, but I can’t wait to get my greedy little hands on a stack of these (even bought one for a friend of mine) and put the needle to one. Flavia’s voice takes me to another place, a sad place, dreamy but so real (if that makes any fuckin’ sense). Support this band, they are old friends of Mustard Relics (still have copies of the Martyred Heretics CDr, which features AD, hit me up for a free copy) and they are masters at what they do…

[Haus Arafna] – You Don’t Believe Me [The Dream You Can Follow]

Had this song stuck in my head all day today.  I don’t really know what he’s talking about in the song, but I’m feeling it.  Went to a graduation at the local high school and wishing the best for them, but I’m not very hopeful.  Not sure if that’s related to my personal demeanor at the moment or if it’s the state of our world…I think I need a donut…

EDIT: Sort of a post script, came back to this song and figured out what it meant to me.  Your “house” is where you’re/we’re at right now, for some a comfort zone, for others (like me) a personal hell.  For me it was about getting out of that space, opening the “door” and yes I was “afraid of death” (especially a meaningless one).  Cheers…13 years without a drink…

You don’t believe me when I say to you
Your home will burn, you’ll burn
What’s holding you
You don’t believe me when I say to you
That in front of the door they’re asking for you
Asking for you
Behind the door is the freedom you seek
The release of your heart and all the joys you need
All you need
Walking out of the door is the beginning of life
Don’t waste any time anymore
Anymore
Don’t battle yourself, don’t be this craven fool
Who don’t know what to do
Who don’t know what to do
Who don’t know what to do
Who can’t decide what to do
Go out of this house, leave your fears behind
and wonder what you will find
You will find
A life, but
You don’t believe me
You don’t believe me
You don’t believe
With selfdeception cowardice abjectly bent
There will be nothing left to lament
You don’t want to believe
You don’t want to believe
You don’t want to believe
Are you afraid of death
Are you afraid of death
Are you afraid of death
Are you afraid of…