Showing posts with label cult. Show all posts
Showing posts with label cult. Show all posts

Friday, June 1, 2012

The Triffids-Peel Sessions

I think it might have been in Mojo that I read these guys described as looking like you neighbors but sounding like psychos.  Check the mugs then listen to the tunes and it makes sense.  Really, "Life of Crime" is impossibly essential if you're anything like me and have an aching romantic streak to go on a blunderbuss of violence and lust.  Jeez, how the hell did my favorite song type become the songs of killing sprees and intolerable love?  Am I the only person out there who finds this shit just too romantic and the perfect escape from the tedium of it all?  Hmm...I used to wonder why I was single, I think I have my answer. All that aside, it's a fucking perfect song.  Don't let my own psychotic fantasies ruin it for you.

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Sunday, March 27, 2011

Trees Community-The Christ Tree Live

First, the obligatory disclaimer and/or warning: this is another one of those “I love God,” weirdo, psych collectives. Believe me, it scares me too. But then I listen to this and I can just ignore all of that stuff. I’ve posted things like this in the past, so it seem s like many of you are able to do that as well. Or maybe you’re just obsessed with Jesus. And that’s fine by me so long as you don’t ask me to join your church (do not fucking e-mail about this please). .This was originally included on a real nice box set I picked up a few years ago. That must be long gone but I think their sole album is still available, so you might want to pick that up if you’re in more need of exotic, higher key, Jesus praising, cult, psych insanity. Look at the picture and you'll know what this sounds like.

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Friday, December 31, 2010

Scott Walker-The Drift

There's gotta be more than a few of you out there who see this day as just amateur hour for dilettantes who drink shitty champagne and act like assholes three times a year. Buddy, I can drink any day I want and i definitely don't need you blowing that party favor in my face. If you're like me and hate all these obnoxious celebrants might I suggest a nice bottle of Żubrówka and this portable black hole. I'm betting that every one who wants to hear this already owns it, since it's truly essential, but since this blog is really just about posting albums I like and secretly fear I might lose/get stolen, it's reassuring to me to know that I can always have it (even if it is in a virtual form). I've had people try to argue with me that Scott Walker is over rated. If they we're just basing this on his early out put I may be slightly swayed. But when you consider this album and Tilt, those people sound like a bunch of dunces who probably listen to Wilco. I say fuck them.

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Saturday, December 4, 2010

England's Glory-Legendary Lost Album

I assume you have eyeballs otherwise this website probably won't make much sense. But with that fact in mind I suggest you read the sticker on the cover of this album. I am sure that it is the only information you need to let you know that is a must own. If you don't know the Only Ones, check the archives. I posted them before. Go back and correct that error.

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Wednesday, January 13, 2010

Ya Ho Wha 13-Penetration: An Aquarian Symphony

Cults are hilarious. I guess no matter how ridiculous you can be, if you've got charisma and dope you can find some fools eager to embrace you as their savior. And what a cult the Source was. They cranked out a large stack of self published records that sing the praises of the man pictured on the above cover. Father Yod, as he was known, ended up dying from a snapped neck; the result of a hang gliding accident. But in life Yod did several other super cool things. Just look at some of his other album covers and you'll see what I mean. On this album the Father decided to add some of his vocal stylings to the primitive acid mash. Sometimes, he flits around buzzing like a bee. I'm not sure if that's considered vocals, but...Other times he achieves a sub-Jim Morrison croon. Between the caterwaul blooze voice and the bzzzzzzzzzzzzzing, you've got some pretty out tunes. And just look at that beard. He's probably cruising through space in his cosmic Rolls Royce right now.

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