Ahoy There,
Hey Everybody (no funny Blogwords today),
In between going to shows, sleeping, being anti-social and my favourite net caff being closed for 'Refurbishment', I've been pretty lazy with the blogging.
So here's the most interesting stuff that's happened to me: my sleep patterns have become truly weird. I'm awake for 24 hours, then I sleep for twelve to eighteen. Repeat.
This hasn't been happening long, and hopefully it's just a result of me having interesting stuff to read etc, but it is strange, even by my standards.
Otherwise: Tonight I go see The Hard-Ons, (Classic Australian Punk Band for non-Australian and Non-Punk readers). Pete K is putting my name on the door.
Cheers Pete.
Two nights ago I went to see Melt Banana, the crazy grind band from Japan.
Only Grind doesn't even come close to describing it. More like 'Lightspeed-J-Pop-Neo-Tokyo-Guitar-Meltdown. With groovy Bass.
Come to think of it, the rest of it impressed me on a cerebral level, but the Bass hit me square in the tailbrain. The Bass was the best part.
Three supports: Necrosis (tech grind), Bullet Union (jangly screamo) and I'm Happy Now (art school Art-core, Capital A Art, lowercase core).
I think I described I'm Happy Now as Post-Hardcore, only they ran straight past the Hardcore and straight into the Post.
Nope. Beside the Headliners, the best band of the night (and seriously one of the best bands I've seen for a long time) was Necrosis. A couple of Northern blokes playing crazy spider-fingered hailstorms of grindcore, with a drummer who would count in the time-changes by making a sound not unlike a playing card stuck in bicycle spokes. Mutants. Glorious mutants.
The mohawked bloke next to me reckoned that they were best when they slowed down and sludged out. I didn't care, they were crazy fast, crazy complicated but they still had groove.
And I missed seeing them play this time last year when I got to the Pig Destroyer show they were opening late.
I talked to them afterwards. They were stirling chaps. (Is that the right spelling of Stirling/Sterling for that usage? I never can tell. I blame England. No-one can spell here).
Other things:
Friday Night I flipped on the TV and started watching a dry satire of a Science Fiction show. Until about five minutes later when I realised it was actually Stargate Atlantis.
To add insult to injury, it was actually an episode that I have already seen. On Sky TV when I was living with the crazy Saffirs in Walthamstow.
Cold sore news (because I can tell you are all dying to know): It has actually healed really quickly. Seven days later and it is healed up, just waiting for the skin to return to normal.
It is pretty stupid, but the times I have a coldsore is some of the only times I am glad I don't have a girlfriend.
That and the time that I suddenly realise that there is a show that I want to go to that night, the times I don't have to remember somebody's birthday, strike the right balance with somebody's mother, work my plans around another person blah blah blah.
Geez. Sounds like all the time.
Weird that I always want one so bad.
Weird that the spelling of Weird looks so Weird.
Did I mention that I finished reading Transmetropolitan?
I all truth, I found it to be a very satisfying ending to the series.
Now I'm going to start tracking down all the other comics I want to read through.
And keep reading all the other books.
But for now I have to go, if I'm going to make it to the show.
I'm writing in rhyming couplets. Not a good sign.
Over and out.
J
In between going to shows, sleeping, being anti-social and my favourite net caff being closed for 'Refurbishment', I've been pretty lazy with the blogging.
So here's the most interesting stuff that's happened to me: my sleep patterns have become truly weird. I'm awake for 24 hours, then I sleep for twelve to eighteen. Repeat.
This hasn't been happening long, and hopefully it's just a result of me having interesting stuff to read etc, but it is strange, even by my standards.
Otherwise: Tonight I go see The Hard-Ons, (Classic Australian Punk Band for non-Australian and Non-Punk readers). Pete K is putting my name on the door.
Cheers Pete.
Two nights ago I went to see Melt Banana, the crazy grind band from Japan.
Only Grind doesn't even come close to describing it. More like 'Lightspeed-J-Pop-Neo-Tokyo-Guitar-Meltdown. With groovy Bass.
Come to think of it, the rest of it impressed me on a cerebral level, but the Bass hit me square in the tailbrain. The Bass was the best part.
Three supports: Necrosis (tech grind), Bullet Union (jangly screamo) and I'm Happy Now (art school Art-core, Capital A Art, lowercase core).
I think I described I'm Happy Now as Post-Hardcore, only they ran straight past the Hardcore and straight into the Post.
Nope. Beside the Headliners, the best band of the night (and seriously one of the best bands I've seen for a long time) was Necrosis. A couple of Northern blokes playing crazy spider-fingered hailstorms of grindcore, with a drummer who would count in the time-changes by making a sound not unlike a playing card stuck in bicycle spokes. Mutants. Glorious mutants.
The mohawked bloke next to me reckoned that they were best when they slowed down and sludged out. I didn't care, they were crazy fast, crazy complicated but they still had groove.
And I missed seeing them play this time last year when I got to the Pig Destroyer show they were opening late.
I talked to them afterwards. They were stirling chaps. (Is that the right spelling of Stirling/Sterling for that usage? I never can tell. I blame England. No-one can spell here).
Other things:
Friday Night I flipped on the TV and started watching a dry satire of a Science Fiction show. Until about five minutes later when I realised it was actually Stargate Atlantis.
To add insult to injury, it was actually an episode that I have already seen. On Sky TV when I was living with the crazy Saffirs in Walthamstow.
Cold sore news (because I can tell you are all dying to know): It has actually healed really quickly. Seven days later and it is healed up, just waiting for the skin to return to normal.
It is pretty stupid, but the times I have a coldsore is some of the only times I am glad I don't have a girlfriend.
That and the time that I suddenly realise that there is a show that I want to go to that night, the times I don't have to remember somebody's birthday, strike the right balance with somebody's mother, work my plans around another person blah blah blah.
Geez. Sounds like all the time.
Weird that I always want one so bad.
Weird that the spelling of Weird looks so Weird.
Did I mention that I finished reading Transmetropolitan?
I all truth, I found it to be a very satisfying ending to the series.
Now I'm going to start tracking down all the other comics I want to read through.
And keep reading all the other books.
But for now I have to go, if I'm going to make it to the show.
I'm writing in rhyming couplets. Not a good sign.
Over and out.
J
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