Friday, April 30, 2004
I've been listening to the same song for about 90 minutes now, the same two minutes and twelve seconds on a constant loop. I can't even remember what other music sounds like now. As soon as I get home I'm going to crack open a tall cold one and listen to this whole damn record again. Hopefully. But so, I respect any band that would mention Eric Bloom in the same line as John Doe, Joe Strummer, and Dicky Hell.
Shit, there hasn't been much to say the past week or so. I was in Georgia last week, for Twilight, and it was great to get to see everybody again. Everything was a fuck-ton of fun, and I can't wait until we do it all again next April. Yes ma'am.
Hopefully I'll have something of interest up later on in the weekend. In the meantime, go take a gander at our friend Hillary's website.
Wednesday, April 28, 2004
GBV RIP
So I'm sure most everyone has heard by know that after the new GBV record comes out that the dudes are calling it quits. I only hope that they do one last tour to go out right. I must say if you learn anything from GBV it's that you are never too old to rock it, have a good time and write damn good songs. I know the folks that write on M.E. have been into GBV longer than I have so maybe it is affecting them differently, but I have to say that everytime I saw them they put on a great show and never left me unsatisfied. My personal favorite memory is seeing them last year at the Variety Playhouse and about halfway through the set I went to chill out for a while and enjoy the show from the back in one of the empty rows. As I was sitting there they played my favorite song from Earthquake Glue "Useless Inventions." It was as close to a euphoric feeling that I have ever had seeing a band play a song live, truly amazing.
Since alot of you guys out there are GBV fans, I thought it might be cool to pay some respects by sharing some of the rad times you guys have had either listening to, playing, singing or seeing GBV. Great fucking band, you will not be forgotten.
We love you Bob!
So I'm sure most everyone has heard by know that after the new GBV record comes out that the dudes are calling it quits. I only hope that they do one last tour to go out right. I must say if you learn anything from GBV it's that you are never too old to rock it, have a good time and write damn good songs. I know the folks that write on M.E. have been into GBV longer than I have so maybe it is affecting them differently, but I have to say that everytime I saw them they put on a great show and never left me unsatisfied. My personal favorite memory is seeing them last year at the Variety Playhouse and about halfway through the set I went to chill out for a while and enjoy the show from the back in one of the empty rows. As I was sitting there they played my favorite song from Earthquake Glue "Useless Inventions." It was as close to a euphoric feeling that I have ever had seeing a band play a song live, truly amazing.
Since alot of you guys out there are GBV fans, I thought it might be cool to pay some respects by sharing some of the rad times you guys have had either listening to, playing, singing or seeing GBV. Great fucking band, you will not be forgotten.
We love you Bob!
Friday, April 16, 2004
rapid response
alright now - I need one of you folks to tell me, in the next 90 minutes, why I shouldn't walk across that street at 2:30 and buy myself a motherfucking donut. Anyone, everyone. Speak up. I'll be here on the corner, waiting.
alright now - I need one of you folks to tell me, in the next 90 minutes, why I shouldn't walk across that street at 2:30 and buy myself a motherfucking donut. Anyone, everyone. Speak up. I'll be here on the corner, waiting.
athens needs to calm the fuck down
so shit, four athens bands play the greater boston area over the next week. you got your of montells, your elf powers, the power lions, i am the world trade center, thumb attack - what a veritable cavalcade of athenian superbity. but damn, who among us can afford such pleasures in such a concentrated spurt of time? next time through these folks should get together and coordinate. shit, the elf power and iatwtc/lions shows are the same damn night.
and of course every half-wit fool realizes all these groups shoulda just stayed home this week and get ready to play Twilight, the most astoundingly powerful and powerfully astounding rock saga of the year, every year, in perpetuity, stretching out into the cold unrelenting dark of the iinfinite...
so shit, four athens bands play the greater boston area over the next week. you got your of montells, your elf powers, the power lions, i am the world trade center, thumb attack - what a veritable cavalcade of athenian superbity. but damn, who among us can afford such pleasures in such a concentrated spurt of time? next time through these folks should get together and coordinate. shit, the elf power and iatwtc/lions shows are the same damn night.
and of course every half-wit fool realizes all these groups shoulda just stayed home this week and get ready to play Twilight, the most astoundingly powerful and powerfully astounding rock saga of the year, every year, in perpetuity, stretching out into the cold unrelenting dark of the iinfinite...
Wednesday, April 14, 2004
Moonlight Martians...tracklist revealed
Ok, so I finished the second in an ongoing series of Mezmerization Eclipse compilations last night. The comp is deffinitely rockin', so you won't hear any Reggay or house music on this bitch, but I think overall it's solid and makes for a good listen.
So as promised:
Track 1 - Mission of Burma - Dirt (off the new record, sounds rad)
Track 2 - Probot - Shake Your Blood (Lemmy and Dave Grohl, tight)
Track 3 - Misfits - Hybrid Moments (my favorite Misfits song)
Track 4 - Franz Ferdinand - Come on Home (Sony just paid these guys $3 mil for a 3 record deal)
Track 5 - Matt Medic - Clitoris Forrest (my friend Matt writes fucked up songs)
Track 6 - Thin Lizzy - Running Back (off of "Jailbreak," great album)
Track 7 - The Who - Happy Jack (a track off the Live at Leeds record, Kieth Moon rules)
Track 8 - Ted Leo and the Pharmacists - Stove by a Whale (an 8 minute Ted Leo rocker)
Track 9 - Stiff Little Fingers - Alternative Ulster (Ireland's answer to the Clash, vastly underrated)
Track 10 - Eagles of Death Metal - Kiss the Devil (it doesn't sound like the Eagles or Death Metal)
Track 11 - Mastodon - Where Strides the Behemoth (the kings of crunk metal)
Track 12 - Isis - False Light (these guys are awesome, "Oceanic" is an amazing record)
Track 13 - Matt Medic - Future Homosexual's first Tricycle (I think he wrote this when he worked with me at Toys R Us)
Track 14 - Dillinger Escape Plan w/ Mike Patton - Come to Daddy (an Aphex Twin cover, totally brutal)
Track 15 - Kyuss - Odyssey/Conan Troutman/No/Whitewater (these guys wrote a song about Whitewater)
Track 16 - Ice Cube - You Can't Fade Me (this was when Ice Cube was a pretty rad dude)
So as I am writing this, the computer I am on is having trouble playing the disc, Windows Media is a piece of shit. Hopefully, I won't have to edit it.
If anyone wants a copy, email me: egarstin@hotmail.com
I'm going to give a copy to DJ tonight, and I'll mail one to Dark and Chris tomorrow, feedback is mandatory.
Ok, so I finished the second in an ongoing series of Mezmerization Eclipse compilations last night. The comp is deffinitely rockin', so you won't hear any Reggay or house music on this bitch, but I think overall it's solid and makes for a good listen.
So as promised:
Track 1 - Mission of Burma - Dirt (off the new record, sounds rad)
Track 2 - Probot - Shake Your Blood (Lemmy and Dave Grohl, tight)
Track 3 - Misfits - Hybrid Moments (my favorite Misfits song)
Track 4 - Franz Ferdinand - Come on Home (Sony just paid these guys $3 mil for a 3 record deal)
Track 5 - Matt Medic - Clitoris Forrest (my friend Matt writes fucked up songs)
Track 6 - Thin Lizzy - Running Back (off of "Jailbreak," great album)
Track 7 - The Who - Happy Jack (a track off the Live at Leeds record, Kieth Moon rules)
Track 8 - Ted Leo and the Pharmacists - Stove by a Whale (an 8 minute Ted Leo rocker)
Track 9 - Stiff Little Fingers - Alternative Ulster (Ireland's answer to the Clash, vastly underrated)
Track 10 - Eagles of Death Metal - Kiss the Devil (it doesn't sound like the Eagles or Death Metal)
Track 11 - Mastodon - Where Strides the Behemoth (the kings of crunk metal)
Track 12 - Isis - False Light (these guys are awesome, "Oceanic" is an amazing record)
Track 13 - Matt Medic - Future Homosexual's first Tricycle (I think he wrote this when he worked with me at Toys R Us)
Track 14 - Dillinger Escape Plan w/ Mike Patton - Come to Daddy (an Aphex Twin cover, totally brutal)
Track 15 - Kyuss - Odyssey/Conan Troutman/No/Whitewater (these guys wrote a song about Whitewater)
Track 16 - Ice Cube - You Can't Fade Me (this was when Ice Cube was a pretty rad dude)
So as I am writing this, the computer I am on is having trouble playing the disc, Windows Media is a piece of shit. Hopefully, I won't have to edit it.
If anyone wants a copy, email me: egarstin@hotmail.com
I'm going to give a copy to DJ tonight, and I'll mail one to Dark and Chris tomorrow, feedback is mandatory.
Tuesday, April 13, 2004
THE MESMERIZATION ECLIPSE INTERVIEW.
This Week: Darkness speaks with Muqtada Al-Sadr, the fiery Iraqi Shi'ite cleric recently dubbed "the most evil man in Iraq", and the leader of the Shi'ite insurgency in Iraq.
MESMERIZATION ECLIPSE: So, Mr. Al-Sadr, how does it feel to be the most evil man in Iraq?
AL-SADR: Well, before we jump into this, I just want to say hello, and thank you for having me on your weblog, Darkness.
ME: Thanks, it’s a pleasure, as always. Now, how does it feel to be so damn evil?
AL-SADR: Well I wouldn’t agree with the description evil.
ME: But you are killing us.
AL-SADR: Oh, of course, I’m killing your men daily.
ME: And that’s not evil?
AL-SADR: Well, Dark, really, what is evil? Who can say? Is killing someone evil? Maybe. Have my dudes been killing a lot? You bet. But does that make me evil? That’s for Allah to decide.
ME: But you are killing us. Every day. Why are you killing us?
AL-SADR: Because you are killing us.
ME: But we are killing you because we love you.
AL-SADR: And we appreciate your love. But before we can be loved, we must first love ourselves.
ME: So, do you miss Saddam?
AL-SADR: Of course not. He oppressed my people, had my father murdered, and refused to let us practice our religion.
ME: But what about the torture chambers, and the rape rooms?
AL-SADR: I am glad they are gone.
ME: If it weren’t for us they’d still be in operation. Your buddy Saddam would still be raping and torturing innocent Iraqi citizens.
AL-SADR: As I said, I am glad they are gone, and that that monster has been deposed.
ME: If you had your way, Mr. Al-Sadr, they would still be open.
AL-SADR: You are confused.
ME: Oh, see, this is what I hate about you liberals, when you start losing a debate you turn to smears and ad hominem attacks. You’re calling me confused? Point out one instance, one example, of where I am confused.
AL-SADR: I think the fact that you can’t different –
ME: Answer me!
AL-SADR: - iate between me and –
ME: Answer the question, Al-Sadr! When have I been confused?
AL-SADR: It should be obvious to you that you are –
ME: See, you can’t give me an example! Because you are lying! You are a liar!
AL-SADR: I don’t know how to respond to this.
ME: You can start by admitting that you’re a liar.
AL-SADR: Okay, whatever, call me a liar, I don’t care. I thought this website was supposed to be about music, anyway.
ME: Oh yeah. So what are you listening to down there in Sadr City?
AL-SADR: I caught the Pat McGhee Band the other night. They were good. I’m hoping to make it out to Bonnaroo in June, but that may be too close to when we’re supposed to take over the country and impose an Iranian-style theocracy on Iraq, so who knows if I can make it or not. And of course, most of the time, you can find me listening to Jerry and the Dead.
ME: You like the Grateful Dead?
AL-SADR: Of course! All Muslims do. He is one of the great prophets, one of the very best. Not as great as Mohammed, of course, but a little bit better than that Jesus guy.
ME: Wonderful. So in addition to being called "the most evil man in Iraq", People Magazine recently named you the most eligible bachelor in Iraq. Your thoughts?
AL-SADR: That's just wonderful. It really is. But truly, it was not a surprise.
ME: And why is that?
AL-SADR: Because all of the other eligible bachelors in Iraq have been killed by the Americans.
ME: Okay. That’s all the space we have here. Thanks a lot, Mr. Al-Sadr.
AL-SADR: You’re welcome. And thank you, America, for providing me and my like-minded colleagues with the opportunity to create another radical Islamic state in the Middle East. That’s just about the best gift a brother could get.
This Week: Darkness speaks with Muqtada Al-Sadr, the fiery Iraqi Shi'ite cleric recently dubbed "the most evil man in Iraq", and the leader of the Shi'ite insurgency in Iraq.
MESMERIZATION ECLIPSE: So, Mr. Al-Sadr, how does it feel to be the most evil man in Iraq?
AL-SADR: Well, before we jump into this, I just want to say hello, and thank you for having me on your weblog, Darkness.
ME: Thanks, it’s a pleasure, as always. Now, how does it feel to be so damn evil?
AL-SADR: Well I wouldn’t agree with the description evil.
ME: But you are killing us.
AL-SADR: Oh, of course, I’m killing your men daily.
ME: And that’s not evil?
AL-SADR: Well, Dark, really, what is evil? Who can say? Is killing someone evil? Maybe. Have my dudes been killing a lot? You bet. But does that make me evil? That’s for Allah to decide.
ME: But you are killing us. Every day. Why are you killing us?
AL-SADR: Because you are killing us.
ME: But we are killing you because we love you.
AL-SADR: And we appreciate your love. But before we can be loved, we must first love ourselves.
ME: So, do you miss Saddam?
AL-SADR: Of course not. He oppressed my people, had my father murdered, and refused to let us practice our religion.
ME: But what about the torture chambers, and the rape rooms?
AL-SADR: I am glad they are gone.
ME: If it weren’t for us they’d still be in operation. Your buddy Saddam would still be raping and torturing innocent Iraqi citizens.
AL-SADR: As I said, I am glad they are gone, and that that monster has been deposed.
ME: If you had your way, Mr. Al-Sadr, they would still be open.
AL-SADR: You are confused.
ME: Oh, see, this is what I hate about you liberals, when you start losing a debate you turn to smears and ad hominem attacks. You’re calling me confused? Point out one instance, one example, of where I am confused.
AL-SADR: I think the fact that you can’t different –
ME: Answer me!
AL-SADR: - iate between me and –
ME: Answer the question, Al-Sadr! When have I been confused?
AL-SADR: It should be obvious to you that you are –
ME: See, you can’t give me an example! Because you are lying! You are a liar!
AL-SADR: I don’t know how to respond to this.
ME: You can start by admitting that you’re a liar.
AL-SADR: Okay, whatever, call me a liar, I don’t care. I thought this website was supposed to be about music, anyway.
ME: Oh yeah. So what are you listening to down there in Sadr City?
AL-SADR: I caught the Pat McGhee Band the other night. They were good. I’m hoping to make it out to Bonnaroo in June, but that may be too close to when we’re supposed to take over the country and impose an Iranian-style theocracy on Iraq, so who knows if I can make it or not. And of course, most of the time, you can find me listening to Jerry and the Dead.
ME: You like the Grateful Dead?
AL-SADR: Of course! All Muslims do. He is one of the great prophets, one of the very best. Not as great as Mohammed, of course, but a little bit better than that Jesus guy.
ME: Wonderful. So in addition to being called "the most evil man in Iraq", People Magazine recently named you the most eligible bachelor in Iraq. Your thoughts?
AL-SADR: That's just wonderful. It really is. But truly, it was not a surprise.
ME: And why is that?
AL-SADR: Because all of the other eligible bachelors in Iraq have been killed by the Americans.
ME: Okay. That’s all the space we have here. Thanks a lot, Mr. Al-Sadr.
AL-SADR: You’re welcome. And thank you, America, for providing me and my like-minded colleagues with the opportunity to create another radical Islamic state in the Middle East. That’s just about the best gift a brother could get.
Monday, April 12, 2004
sorry y'all's
Moonlight Martians was supposed to blowin' up the speakers today, but I was too busy crucifying Easter bunnies this weekend. Patience, it will soon arrive.
Moonlight Martians was supposed to blowin' up the speakers today, but I was too busy crucifying Easter bunnies this weekend. Patience, it will soon arrive.
Thursday, April 08, 2004
now i know who i am
I took one of those internet quizzes, those quizzes that tell you who you are. This quiz tells you which episode of Night Court you are. I'm the episode where Dan Fielding is nursed back to health by an eskimo who calls him Dan Dan Fielding.
I took one of those internet quizzes, those quizzes that tell you who you are. This quiz tells you which episode of Night Court you are. I'm the episode where Dan Fielding is nursed back to health by an eskimo who calls him Dan Dan Fielding.
This is the most boring testimony to a congressional committee ever. I guess I'll wait for the kindly newsmen to tell me what to think.
Oh wait, here's Senator Kerrey. Maybe he'll pull a switchblade on her. Or vice versa.
Wednesday, April 07, 2004
Tom Glavine likes to have his pussy licked
So I've got a little bit of free time on my hands tonight, so I thought I would step up and bring the second instalment in the ongoing series of Mezmerization Eclispse compilations. The much anticipated follow up to the extremely awesome Moonlight Men compilation will be christened Moonlight Martians. Look for a full tracklist tomorrow, and in you fucking hands by Monday.
Oh and lets not forget about Thursday night fuckers, when the mutha fuckin' Darkness brings it to the Tabernasty. Shit is gonna is gonna be so crunk they'll call Zig Billy Ocean. Ultimate Raging is mandatory for all involved. We are going to turn Robbie's house into a den of tailgate debauchery. Are you ready?
So I've got a little bit of free time on my hands tonight, so I thought I would step up and bring the second instalment in the ongoing series of Mezmerization Eclispse compilations. The much anticipated follow up to the extremely awesome Moonlight Men compilation will be christened Moonlight Martians. Look for a full tracklist tomorrow, and in you fucking hands by Monday.
Oh and lets not forget about Thursday night fuckers, when the mutha fuckin' Darkness brings it to the Tabernasty. Shit is gonna is gonna be so crunk they'll call Zig Billy Ocean. Ultimate Raging is mandatory for all involved. We are going to turn Robbie's house into a den of tailgate debauchery. Are you ready?
Monday, April 05, 2004
Questions. I need answers.
Is a goatee ever necessairy or even appropriate? Wouldn't a real man just let the beard grow full faced, all higgledy-piggeldy, the way nature intended? And if this real man needed to clean up, say for a senatorial swearing in or a date at the state fair, wouldn't he be better off going with a nice mustache handlebarred up with some of that wax?
Is a goatee ever necessairy or even appropriate? Wouldn't a real man just let the beard grow full faced, all higgledy-piggeldy, the way nature intended? And if this real man needed to clean up, say for a senatorial swearing in or a date at the state fair, wouldn't he be better off going with a nice mustache handlebarred up with some of that wax?
fantasy baseball can make you hate yourself
Last night, while a surly (yet cute) Russian clown contorted balloons into a vaguely cat-like construct, I watched my beloved Sox lay down for the lowly Baltimore Orioles. The Sox may not be my favorite team (the dearly departed Seattle Pilots shall live forever in my heart), but for ages I have suffered with this team, exalting with their ecstatic highs, and reeling from their crushing lows. The pain of losing for so long is keenly felt by me and all my fellow long-suffering Red Sox fans. Yes, these last seven months have been a real drag. But despite the ever-present doom that has firmly attached itself, barnicle-like, to this beleaguered franchise, this year really does seem like it could be the year, and nobody is more excited about that than me. Except maybe those millions of Sox fans who gave a shit before last August. Who knows.
But so! While drinking and dining amidst the 28th birthday festivities of our fave local chum-house, my dear benighted and I watched the old ball-game. And despite my deep, abiding, reverent love for the hometown team, I found myself silently rooting for the Baltimore nine, and all because of that accursed game known as fantasy baseball (or, in the parlance of the addicted, "the devil's jai alai"). Baltimore's portly pitcher, Sir Sidney Ponson, is the number five starter on my money team, and a good year from him could be vital to my winning the diamond and sapphire encrusted spit-cup that is our ceremonial prize. And so, I wished failure upon the Sox. And failure is what they endured. In hopes of a few meager points, in some meaningless kid's game, I turned my back on the team I grew up loving over the last seven months.
I can't tell if this sharp, piercing pain in my groin is my conscience, or merely my kidney stones.
Last night, while a surly (yet cute) Russian clown contorted balloons into a vaguely cat-like construct, I watched my beloved Sox lay down for the lowly Baltimore Orioles. The Sox may not be my favorite team (the dearly departed Seattle Pilots shall live forever in my heart), but for ages I have suffered with this team, exalting with their ecstatic highs, and reeling from their crushing lows. The pain of losing for so long is keenly felt by me and all my fellow long-suffering Red Sox fans. Yes, these last seven months have been a real drag. But despite the ever-present doom that has firmly attached itself, barnicle-like, to this beleaguered franchise, this year really does seem like it could be the year, and nobody is more excited about that than me. Except maybe those millions of Sox fans who gave a shit before last August. Who knows.
But so! While drinking and dining amidst the 28th birthday festivities of our fave local chum-house, my dear benighted and I watched the old ball-game. And despite my deep, abiding, reverent love for the hometown team, I found myself silently rooting for the Baltimore nine, and all because of that accursed game known as fantasy baseball (or, in the parlance of the addicted, "the devil's jai alai"). Baltimore's portly pitcher, Sir Sidney Ponson, is the number five starter on my money team, and a good year from him could be vital to my winning the diamond and sapphire encrusted spit-cup that is our ceremonial prize. And so, I wished failure upon the Sox. And failure is what they endured. In hopes of a few meager points, in some meaningless kid's game, I turned my back on the team I grew up loving over the last seven months.
I can't tell if this sharp, piercing pain in my groin is my conscience, or merely my kidney stones.
you gotta stay sober at work
I received a big package in the mail last week from DOA; here are a few quick thoughts on this latest batch of promos.
Animal Collective – Sung Tongs: I’m sure these guys would probably annoy a lot of folks, since their songs rarely resemble, you know, songs, and they can occasionally get a bit too precious. But it doesn’t bother me when, in the song where they sing about cats, they all start meowing. I don’t know how they relate to what some people call “weird folk”, but Animal Collective seems to be working towards something similar, and I’ve found them to a bit better than some of the artists associated with that “scene”.
Les Savy Fav – Inches: Their singles compilation is better than any of their albums. And I like their albums.
Loscil – First Narrows: Haven’t given this a thorough listen yet, but it seems to be just about exactly what you’d expect from a Kranky release. Whoa, these drones are ambient. Some droning ambience here, babe. It’s like taking a bath, or something – a bath in the cosmos. And who takes baths anymore? Other than little kids and relaxing housewives. But from the ten minutes or so I’ve listened to it, Loscil seems alright. Definite Equinox material.
Jason Kahn and Jon Mueller – Papercuts: A couple of dudes try to pull a Matmos, making a record using nothing but sounds derived from paper. Unlike Matmos, they seem to make no attempt at melody or song structure or anything. Which is not necessarily a bad thing. I put this disc on at work the other day, and after about three minutes I had to get up and leave my work station. I left the record running. Ten minutes later I returned, and it sounded exactly like it did when I left. No discernible change or differentiation whatsoever.
Cheval De Frise – Fresques Sur Les Parois Secretes Du Crane: Free-jazz / rock fusion with drums and acoustic guitar, from France. I’ve listened to this a couple of times thus far, and it’s really quite great. Maybe the best record from a band I’d never heard of that I’ve yet to receive from DOA.
Eventually I’ll be writing full reviews for these things over at DOA. Also eventually I’ll really make a difference. Somehow.
I received a big package in the mail last week from DOA; here are a few quick thoughts on this latest batch of promos.
Animal Collective – Sung Tongs: I’m sure these guys would probably annoy a lot of folks, since their songs rarely resemble, you know, songs, and they can occasionally get a bit too precious. But it doesn’t bother me when, in the song where they sing about cats, they all start meowing. I don’t know how they relate to what some people call “weird folk”, but Animal Collective seems to be working towards something similar, and I’ve found them to a bit better than some of the artists associated with that “scene”.
Les Savy Fav – Inches: Their singles compilation is better than any of their albums. And I like their albums.
Loscil – First Narrows: Haven’t given this a thorough listen yet, but it seems to be just about exactly what you’d expect from a Kranky release. Whoa, these drones are ambient. Some droning ambience here, babe. It’s like taking a bath, or something – a bath in the cosmos. And who takes baths anymore? Other than little kids and relaxing housewives. But from the ten minutes or so I’ve listened to it, Loscil seems alright. Definite Equinox material.
Jason Kahn and Jon Mueller – Papercuts: A couple of dudes try to pull a Matmos, making a record using nothing but sounds derived from paper. Unlike Matmos, they seem to make no attempt at melody or song structure or anything. Which is not necessarily a bad thing. I put this disc on at work the other day, and after about three minutes I had to get up and leave my work station. I left the record running. Ten minutes later I returned, and it sounded exactly like it did when I left. No discernible change or differentiation whatsoever.
Cheval De Frise – Fresques Sur Les Parois Secretes Du Crane: Free-jazz / rock fusion with drums and acoustic guitar, from France. I’ve listened to this a couple of times thus far, and it’s really quite great. Maybe the best record from a band I’d never heard of that I’ve yet to receive from DOA.
Eventually I’ll be writing full reviews for these things over at DOA. Also eventually I’ll really make a difference. Somehow.
