Saturday, August 28, 2010
I Could Eat a Nob at Night
"Come together and annoy Karl. He is your leader. He is your messiah! He is your god! And he fucking hates it." - Ricky Gervais
If you don't know this round-headed little twat, here's a quick primer from Pilkipedia. Then enjoy him being abused on the trailer from his new show.
It was Karl himself who best summed up his worldview: "I don't like fun". He is not a fan of holidays, parties, traveling, or anything that has to be planned in advance. Maintaining relationships with family and friends is a tremendous hassle for him. He is also largely indifferent to some of life's great pleasures, like sex and music.
Tuesday, August 24, 2010
Tuesday, August 17, 2010
Music is Bad for You
Much as I dislike the generation of tragically hip yabbos associated with VICE, I give the magazine credit for consistently producing cutting-edge, irreverent, and thought-provoking content. (Though it must be noted that my little sis works for them and, in terms of compensation, they're a bunch of cheap bastards).
Here's an excerpt from The Misuse of Music by none other than Ian "the Spiv" Svevonius, which asks: should "music’s paradigmatic status... be reconsidered and even overturned"?
Music has an intoxicating effect on people. Is there any intoxicant that hasn’t been proved to have adverse qualities? For all of methamphetamine’s amorous inducements, for example, crank leads to bags under the eyes and bad breath. Cocaine is considered a wonderful high, but it results in tedious monologues and poor decision-making. Marijuana was extolled by none other than bathrobed sex guru Hugh Hefner himself, but it ends up inducing grumpiness and underarm odor.
Meanwhile, music apparently leads to DEATH. And not a lush, orgasmic death as with a morphine overdose, but a horrible death like drowning in a swimming pool, choking on vomit, or turning blue while bent around a bedpost or a toilet in a fleabag motel.
The rest here.
Here's an excerpt from The Misuse of Music by none other than Ian "the Spiv" Svevonius, which asks: should "music’s paradigmatic status... be reconsidered and even overturned"?
Music has an intoxicating effect on people. Is there any intoxicant that hasn’t been proved to have adverse qualities? For all of methamphetamine’s amorous inducements, for example, crank leads to bags under the eyes and bad breath. Cocaine is considered a wonderful high, but it results in tedious monologues and poor decision-making. Marijuana was extolled by none other than bathrobed sex guru Hugh Hefner himself, but it ends up inducing grumpiness and underarm odor.
Meanwhile, music apparently leads to DEATH. And not a lush, orgasmic death as with a morphine overdose, but a horrible death like drowning in a swimming pool, choking on vomit, or turning blue while bent around a bedpost or a toilet in a fleabag motel.
The rest here.
Monday, August 16, 2010
Thursday, August 12, 2010
Friday, August 6, 2010
Def Metal Fist Pump
Pretty great vid of Lee-era Napalm Death on a kiddie program circa '89. Classic move by a mustachio'ed Mitch Harris around 2:10.
Wednesday, August 4, 2010
Big in the Philippines
Picked up the Wild Swans' iconic "Revolutionary Spirit" single a few weeks ago. I was never completely sold on this tune, but as it turns out, it's the b-side that's the real winner. Maybe I'll seek out the Renascent collection after all.
Monday, August 2, 2010
Tech-not
Mom just got an iPhone and is texting me like a drunk high school girl. Choice cut:
"But enuf,
abt me--what bat u? How
Did
the show go?"
"But enuf,
abt me--what bat u? How
Did
the show go?"
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