If Stephen Hawking Says So

Then it's probably true.

The Big Bang was the result of the inevitable laws of physics and did not need God to spark the creation of the Universe, Stephen Hawking has concluded.

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Blue My Mind

Can't believe I'm just now discovering this mind-melter from self-proclaimed guitar god Randy Holden, who briefly joined Blue Cheer on side two of their "New! Improved!" LP.

The story goes that after becoming disenchanted with Cheer, he peaced out, teamed up with drummer Chris Lockheed, and rented an opera house to record this mammoth using a wall of 20 Sunn amps. The title, Population II, being "a reference to the fact that there were only two members in the band as well as being an astronomical term that defines a special kind of Star Group cluster type, having Heavy Metal in its composition." Even crazier than the amp wall is that Lockheed supposedly played both drums and keyboard simultaneously during live shows, though how he did this I just can't imagine.

Anyways, this is pure 70's doom unlike anything I've heard. DIG IT

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.

Oh Man

This is just great.

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.

I'm With Stupid

Highlights from Cardiac Arrest's debaucherous weekend in the Bay

Little Red Rooster

I don't recommend this look to anyone, but Brian Jones? NAILED IT