Double You, Tea F. vol. 8

Tired of Haulin' Oats! vol. 5

CDs;

Atavist - II: Ruined
Battle of Mice - A Day of Nights
Dalek - Deadverse Massive Vol. 1
Jesu - Conquerer
Logical Nonsense - Soul Pollution
My Bloody Valentine - Isn't Anything
Sybil Vane - s/t
Tool - Lateralus
Tool - 10,000 Days

LPs;

Black Sabbath - Mob Rules
Black Sabbath - Born Again
Duke Ellington - the Indispensable Duke Ellington (1940-1946)
Killing Joke - s/t
King Crimson - Larks Tongues in Aspic

7 inches;

Integrity/Lockweld split

DVDs;

3 Extremes
Hard Candy

Quotent Quotables Vol. 5

"the eyes are the groin of the head."

- Dwight Schrute from last night's episode of the Office.

Double You, Tea F. vol. 7

"i'd like a yellow boat please... with extra motor."

http://www.rollingstone.com/rockdaily/i ... operation/

Roughly forty Ozzy Osbourne fans invited to a pre-party before the Ozzy/Rob Zombie concert in Fargo, North Dakota, were greeted with an unexpected surprise: Handcuffs! In what has to be the best sting operation since To Catch a Predator, invitations were sent out to people who ignored court summons, didn’t pay child support, failed to pay fines, etc. Approximately forty Ozzy fans (or Rob Zombie fans, to be fair) responded to the invite and attended the bash, which was held at the concert venue by PDL Productions. Little did they know, PDL stood for “Paul D. Laney,” a county sheriff, and that all those meaty guys wearing PDL T-shirts were actually deputy sheriffs, probation officers and local DEA members. Rather than boozing, the miscreants who showed up got arrested on outstanding warrants. “It was more of a warrant party,” Laney joked. Some on the cuffed end even thought the elaborate ruse was funny, but a few turned hostile when the reveal was made. We’re really hoping this whole affair was taped. It’s got Dateline written all over it. So be warned, the next time the Blizzard of Ozz blows into your town, do not attend the pregame festivities if you’re hiding from the law.

Just Needed to Share vol. 1

saw Oxbow last night. this makes me happier than any of the happiest days you've ever had. you should be worried.

27 opened up. pretty decent shoegaze/dream pop stuff. soft but strong vocals, some good riffs (don't know if they are called "riffs" when the music is this gentle...curse my puerile metalloidisms).

Oxbow came up next. if you pay any real sort of attention to me, you know how fag-crazy i am for this band. every album...every song....every thought and impulse. this was perhaps the most cathartic show i've ever witnessed. every nasty naughty near violent desire i've ever entertained put into words, sound, and movement. a claustrophobic opium den of a set, a tight taunt 40 minutes of post-hardcore blues malevolence invoking the Birthday Party, Laughing Hyenas, "Screaming" Jay, and Kachina Dancing Mental Patients. Eugene Robinson is the most intimidating frontman on the planet. somewhere between 1980s Rollins and Simon Adebisi from Oz. some obnoxious bubblehead in the crowd was screaming at him to take his clothes off (as if he needed the encouragement of some loud scene-rat bitch to strip down to his skimpys), and he glared at her with rape-eyes brighter than a skinned sun. the set was heavy on Narcotic Story stuff, which was even more devestating and heavy live than it is on disc ("Down a Stair Backward" and "She's a Find" being the songs of the night), but they snuck it one or two from an Evil Heat and one from Serenade in Red. and to make the night all the more awesome, Deadly Little Mia of the amazing Kayo Dot was standing next to me for much of the duration.

menacing post-hardcore AND beautiful violinists a few inches from my person. that right there beats the balls off any good day you've ever had.

just needed to share.

Quotent Quotables vol. 4

"The test of a first-rate intelligence is the ability to hold two opposing ideas in mind at the same time and still retain the ability to function."

- F. Scott Fitzgerald

Quotent Quotables vol. 3

"What is it about the 1960s that makes liars of men, and wide-eyed, goofy romantics of us all? It’s the most misunderstood of decades to be sure, and just as certainly the most deliberately distorted, as if its storytellers had a personal stake in ensuring that the assorted marches, chants, and mini rebellions had more of an impact than reality dictated. Because let’s face it: the war so “uniting” as a symbol of evil continued to grind up young men well into the 1970s, and, if we’re keeping score, two nutty assassins changed the direction of this nation far more than the hundreds of thousands of stoned hippies with their trust fund sit-ins and incoherent rhetoric. In sum, the revolution was a failure from the opening bell, and anyone who cites that period as one of inspiration is suffering from the usual delusions that clog the arteries of the nostalgic."

- Matt Cale, from his review of Julie Taymor's Across the Universe.