Friday, November 14, 2014

Nini Raviolette- Suis-Je Normale

Auteur Nini Raviolette with some Minimal genius from 1980.

Tuesday, November 4, 2014

Monday, October 20, 2014

T H E O U T C A S T S - C Y B O R G

One of my favourite punk songs of all time.
Punk perfection.


Still an absolute beast of a track.
Makes me want to D E S T R O Y things and head bang until my head falls off.

Tuesday, October 14, 2014


Great young band from the UK, on Tuff Enuff records, which is a little Brighton based queer/riot grrrl/DIY label. They're putting out some sweet 7"s.

R.I.P Mark Bell

Electronic music/acid house pioneer and member of LFO

Thursday, September 25, 2014

Kym Amps- You Don't Know My Name

A sad love song about loneliness and obsession. No snare, no hi hat. Sparse. Tension. 
One of the greatest love songs written, EVER.
Heart wrenching. 
Captures the want.

Chrisma- Black Silk Stocking

Euphemisms. Innuendo. Done to perfection.
Sounds like a ladder running up pantyhose.
1977. Way ahead of it's time.
I fell in love with this song again.

AGENDER- Intimate Apparel

R A C Y  L A C Y

Wednesday, August 6, 2014

A few total and utter classics I'm re obsessed with

Always a classic. The Units. Best.

GIRLS AT OUR BEST. This is a classic too.

Flux of Pink Indians- Tube Disaster

Thursday, July 31, 2014

matters of the mind

Life, Mr. Potato

You come, in your skin,
starchy, life.
Rooted in dirt,
delivered by hand
pulled from a deep beneath
And then
you mash
and smash
our soft, tepid bodies
You fry our brains
with oil of reason
And grate us,
our prim senses
with onslaught and overload
Poor potato
like edible porcelain
in a swank jacket
Can't they be gentle?
You're fragile,
but life batters
and boils
you whole.

Monday, July 14, 2014

AGENDER 'Fixations'

Stream the entire AGENDER record here.
I'm very proud of this body of work. BODY. That's pretty much what this album is about.
One woman's mind on another woman's body.
Bad formula.
But it makes for good art.
That's all I care about. So, it was worth it. The insanity. I got 10 great songs out of it. At least.
Thank you to that girl. She knows who she is.
I was a top who reached my spiritual bottom.

Do not cross the construction of constraint

I have no brakes
I hastily hurtle
towards my target

Exponential acceleration,
the wheels of my heart turning
towards torture.

For you're as available
as the last ray of sunlight
perforating a dying plant

And I will try
and milk the darkness
As the stars drip twinkles
hot as coals
and disguised as wishes,
into my unclad lap.

Why, yes
They look pretty,
these oxidizing orbs
but they have no other function
than to burn,
and look comely
as they aesthetically execute
my judgement,
but entertain my optic
myopic vision
of love
stripped bare
to nothing
but cog logic
and the mechanics of pure desire
with no causal reason
but to love
sans flesh, or outer shell
Pure love.
Pure, like brakes
with no vessel to carry them
Just brakes, abandoned.

Thursday, June 19, 2014


My now consists of this: