RADIO FREE NIHILON

Low Life anniversary show!

2012-01-11T10:37:00.000-08:00

Thurs. Jan. 26- The Low Life w/ DJ Caterwaul anniversary show falls on its new night!

I’ve been spinning at Blackbird for a solid year now, and am getting promoted to Thursdays. I plan to go all out, with (finally!) new flyer artwork and a disturbing Mark Beyer-inked ad in the Alibi the day before. There’ll be guest DJs, free mixtapes, CDs & other random goodies at the show, and (fingers crossed) a possible Special Guest doing live video mixing projections! "Bonus points" (or some freebie) to whomever can identify both images in the new flyer by fredricksbrooke, below. Email dcaterwaul@hotmail.com if ya think ya know. I’m geeked! Come geek out with me!

“Low” as in downtown, underground, lowdown’n’dirty. Expect some deep psych, garage, roots, punk and freaky, funky rock, with plenty of curveballs in the mix. Come out, grab some grub, have a few drinks, and dig in! Now every 2^nd & 4^th Thursday night of the month.

@ Blackbird Buvette (509 Central NW, downtown) 9pm til close, Free, 21+

-DCat

ZINE REVIEW

2011-12-28T16:47:00.000-08:00

Mirror of Mauve Arcs
by Mark Billings,
GAIT Publishing

The subtitle of this zine is "a guidebook for unlocking Earth's Unknown History" and seems to identify as a work to be filed under "Alchemy/Time travel/Meta-history/Anthropology". So already, this looks to be a pretty ambitious undertaking.

Is it successful? I'm not sure.
I'm pretty certain that these writings aren't intended as a "how-to guide." Rather, it may be that the actual reading of them is intended to open up areas of consciousness in one's mind that allow the aforementioned nifty mystical things to happen.
But does it work? Again: I don't know.


back cover

I do know that this small zine of seemingly-connected short stories doesn't lend itself to "skimming," or half-conscious reading. I had to put some serious effort into this. The writings are divided into "partitions," and the first several read like outsider poetry; perhaps a creation myth filtered disjointedly from raw experience right into English. There's an extreme economy of syntax, some of which may be experimenting with the use of E-Prime language. There are also many things that seem like misspellings or poor grammar that actually evoke other meanings when considered carefully. New words pop up throughout ("It was in a simulgramatic form"). I thought a reference to "daaley incense" was a misspelling until I encountered other references to "daaley leaves" & such, but still never determined what it was about. Other words, like spurynayil, tendlnsc and frinaly are anyone's guess.
Later in the book, the narrative & dialogue becomes more coherent, though the connection between stories remains obscured. Perhaps that's the most important part of this work; that which is implied by its absence. The final story ends abruptly, as if the last sentence were cut off or a page were missing. And as with so much about these writings, I'm not sure if this is intentional- but I think so.
It could be a slow-burn sort of magic. I'd like to pull these writings out 20 years from now & see how they affect me then.

Reading this, I kept thinking of experiences people report from taking DMT. There's lots of lush symbolic imagery, seemingly shamanic in nature, that seems to be coming from a similar place as Castenada's
Don Juan stories, though the language is far more distilled in the zine. The visual language of Jodorowsky's mystical films might also be a good comparison.
Visually, the zine itself is pretty austere. It's almost all text, of a fairly small and skinny font, which marks from dirty photocopiers can make more difficult to read. There are a few primitive drawings throughout, attempting to illustrate certain concepts in the stories. With these, it helps to keep in mind that nothing is merely decorative. The only color is two small overlapping blue & red dots placed at the center edge of each page, all of which are very unevenly cut. It made me think of a reference to 3D glasses. The only other clue I have to this is 2 lines from the zine itself:

"Turn this inside out. Blood is blue inside and red outside."
(under this were two triangles, one pointing up and another inversed.)

Like I said, nothing in this zine is merely decorative. It was when I started to realize the very focused, unadorned attempt to communicate with which Mark Billings created this zine that I began to get intrigued and drawn in by the work. It placed the zine into another category for me, beyond the "random psychedelic gobbledygook poetry" that I might have otherwise dismissed it as.
Well, that, and one other thing:
I am fortunate to actually know Mark from the various times he's lived in ABQ, organizing music events, meditation sessions & flea markets. A very gentle, friendly guy; a world traveller who also makes some great psychoactive guitar noise/drone under the moniker Yellow Crystal Star. "Dude seems like he's permanently on mushrooms" is the usual glib assessment people make, and Mark definitely seems like someone who's had a glimpse of some alien realities. Trying to communicate those experiences to people trapped in the mundane, 3-dimensional world has got to be frustrating, though. I know I've had a couple of perplexing conversations with him. I respect the hell out of any attempt to communicate something beyond Consensus Reality, though. In fact, I think it's essential for our survival as a species. I don't know if Mark's really accessing the Akashic records, or if reading this zine will give you Time Travel skills, but I'm really glad it exists. If you're interested in checking out this zine yourself, contact gaitiag@yahoo.com. Price is negotiable, trades welcome, give what you can.
As Mirror of Mauve Arcs states at the beginning: "all text is fictitious and all text is nonfictitious and all text is possible".
Well said.
-DCat


My copy came with a really cool sticker.

Polyzylons & RIP Heather Russell

2011-11-23T18:10:00.000-08:00

It's already been two months now since Heather Russell of Kansas City passed away at a young age, due to cancer. I wanted to post this as soon as I heard about it, but my ability to be emotionally articulate in print seems to be getting more difficult all the time. So here's what you get.
I knew Heather from the Iowa City music scene in the late 90s, and particularly from Polyzylons, the band she was in with (then boyfriend, later husband) Bill Cave, another friend of mine. I never knew Natalie, the other bandmate, that well.
Polyzylons were a revelation to me. It was the first time I ever felt like I could contribute to the local music scene by turning people on to something they wouldn't otherwise pay attention to. Most of my friends were townie metalheads & wierdos, into noise rock like Pussy Galore, Chrome, and stuff on AmRep, or else far-out chaos like Caroliner & Borbetomagus. Heather, on the other hand, was responsible for turning pretty much everyone in my circle on to Stereolab. I became a fervent Polyzylons promoter, hyping their shows to everyone I knew and playing them a lot on the pirate station I was involved with (ICFR- Iowa City Free Radio). It's probably delusional, but I'd like to think that I helped them gain some momentum in IC, at least. I don't believe they ever played anywhere else.
I think Polyzylons may have gotten together due to everyone working at the local Public Access TV (PATV) station. Musically, it's just incredibly delicate, haunting stuff, seemingly outside of any time frame. It holds up for me now just as much as it did then. In fact, I had melodies from this recording stuck in my head for weeks after pulling it out of storage & hearing it again after so many years.
I burned this straight off the cassette, and may not have the right breaks for each song. In fact, there's 3 or 4 songs that definitely got lumped together in the same track because I didn't want to chance making abrupt cuts. Everything's in the .zip file, link to be found at the bottom of this post. And yes, the furry blue feather in the scan was also included in my cassette. Hope you enjoy it.
-DCat

RIP Heather

ACE IN THE HOLE

2011-09-03T19:28:00.000-07:00

Hey! I wanted whoever still pays attention to this blog to know about a side project of RF Nihilon- www.nmbands.com. It mostly focuses on upcoming music events in the ABQ/Santa Fe area, but now also has a page devoted to the latest "Ear to the Underground" compilation, featuring all-local bands that played live on KUNM's Music to Soothe the Savage Beast show.
You may recall the first compilation, posted on this blog many months ago.
There's also a link to download the latest comp. for free, right here:
http://www.mediafire.com/?3xfexxd7il63h2t
The actual page, with all the info & other goodies, is here:
http://nmbands.com/Ear_to_the_Underground
The compilation is called "Ace in the Hole"

Hope you enjoy it!
DCat

Delia Derbyshire.

2011-05-10T00:47:00.000-07:00

WikiDelia Derbyshire
Delia-Derbyshire.org
Another one

Yup. She's pretty freakin awesome.
DCat

Mayday Outdoor "Cult" films!

2011-04-29T01:39:00.000-07:00

Sun. May 1- Pagans & Satanists!

Time for Mayday movies! My first thought was to show some uplifting worker’s doc like The Take, something about the anarchist history of Mayday like Sacco & Vanzetti, or even Harlan County, USA. But dammit, it’s just too hard to compete with female nudity & occult ritual when it comes to the midnight movies format. So instead of “Dump the bosses off your back,” it’s “Fuck you, patriarchal sky god!”

Well…sort of. Satanists are still pigs, if often quite stylish ones.

The Wicker Man (Robin Hardy, 1973) - Paganism baits & triumphs over Christian oppressors in this researched & thoughtful “historical horror” classic. It’s also a nice variant on the glut of anti-Christian (& particularly anti-Catholic) films besieging Establishment Religion in the 70’s. Starring (in a slight deviation from typecast) Christopher Lee, Edward Woodward & a bare-ass nekkid Britt Ekland!

No one shall be allowed to mention Nicholas Cage’s name during this screening.

To the Devil, a Daughter (Peter Sykes, 1976) - Hammer’s final horror film isn’t one of their best, but it’s well made and looks great. The plot involves a Satanic convent/coven/cult and the teenage girl they plan to make the Devil's earthly incarnation. Definitely an aesthetic pleasure over an intellectual one, which is perfect if you’re as altered as you should be by the time we watch this. Starring (of course) Christopher Lee, Richard Widmark & a bare-ass nekkid Natassja Kinski!

@ The Cornell compound, BBQing & hangout begins early afternoon, BYOWhateva.

Wicker Man starts 8:30pm. Obviously it has to be outdoors and obviously there’s gonna be a fire.

DCat

W. Texas DIY: Age of Giants & Steven Drew Poeling

2011-04-08T14:31:00.000-07:00

These recordings are from video that Brad Ivens shot of DIY shows around 2002-2003.
The first is from Age of Giants, when they were on tour with Fukrot (pre- Roñoso) and playing the Rock'n'Roll Taco in El Paso, Mar. 16, 2002. Age of Giants was: Drake Hardin- gtr, "Big" Scott Williams- vox/trumpet, "Little" Scott Lunson- drums, & Alan George Ledergerber- bass. They were all W. Texas transplants to ABQ, and lived in a house on Buena Vista called (obviously) the Texas House, which also hosted lots of shows. Everybody in that band has continued to do amazing things in the music & art scenes, both in this town and around the world. Age of Giants might've been labeled "screamo" back then, when it wasn't such a bad word. Definitely, there was a lot of At the Drive In influence for these guys, having grown up so close to El Paso. But there was probably a good deal of The Cancer Conspiracy in there as well, and just good ol' DIY hardcore. The vocals are a bit buried, but that's just the way it was live. The sound quality on this is pretty damn good though. Many thanks to Mark Beyer for transferring this audio, and definitely look up other videos of Brad's at http://www.youtube.com/user/brianislands.

Track 2 is from a show at the Texas House on a beautiful summer night, August 10, 2002. Lubbock friends Steven Drew Poeling & partner Melanie Chaffin played a set of simple guitar & drums ditties; charming & whimsical and sublime. We've been trying to get them to come back here ever since.
I understand that this same house is now home to other ABQ musicians and partiers, most notably Adobe Homes. Good on ya kids, but it's always gonna be the Texas house to me. This is one of my best memories of the place.
DCat

Have a soak in the nostalgia bath

PS- anyone that remembers the song titles or other info for these sets, lemme know or post them in the comments.

The Crusher, Part 1: The Slits Hate Your Freedom

2011-04-04T14:00:00.000-07:00

While we're on the subject of "dead but hardly cold" music mentors & such, Raideowfreen Eyelon would like to take this opportunity to begin a new series called the Crusher. "And if you don't learn it now, it's gonna git you in the ring!" Since the death of Slits singer Ari Up predates the recent actions of this blog we were not able to give a timely and proper commemoration. (Ditto Sleazy Christopherson & Don Van Vliet, etc.) Such tasks have been carried out competently elsewhere already, anyway. So in Johnny-come-lately fashion here's a posting of the Slits smashing up a car from the Derek Jarman film Jubilee. Although not an inherently violent band, stories from their past include tales of teaming up with members of the Raincoats to attack Throbbing Gristle onstage, alongside slicing up a jacket worn by Paul Cook of the Sex Pistols, freshly stolen from Malcom McClaren. "Destroy, you say?" "Yes, quite." Anyhow, the Slits rule and RFN has a crush on them.

-fredricksbrooke

RIP Zoogz Rift, Goddammit!

2011-03-31T12:20:00.000-07:00

The first time I tripped acid (ca. '89), I was at a friend's house and somebody put "The Island of Living Puke" on the turntable. It warped my brain forever. I've since stumbled across random recordings of his over the years, and it always manages to take me back to that place of serious twistedness.
Zoogz was a professional wrestler, painter, ranter, and extremely eclectic musician along the lines of Frank Zappa & Capt. Beefheart. He was also a voluminous mouthpiece for the weird and disenfranchised, and made me feel like there might actually be a community for freaks like myself.
He died peacefully on Tuesday, March 22 of complications due to diabetes, which he'd been fighting for over a decade.
Damn. I'm actually kinda sad about this. I don't think I want to write much more.
Wikipedia entry here
Short writeup here
Megapost of music here
I'll be doing a tribute to The Liquid Moamo on this Sunday's Overnight Freeform on KUNM 89.9FM, from 1-5am Monday morning. Tune in or listen to it in the 2-week archive.
DCat

Outdoor Movie Night this Thursday!

2011-03-28T06:01:00.000-07:00

Thur. Mar. 31- Low budget, High concept Apocalyptic Sci-Fi Flicks:

The hippest ipod in town is splitting! One last chance to give Dylan hell before he moves to Portlandia and gets mauled by Critical Massholes.

Appropriately enough, we’ll be watching the 1979 made-for-PBS version of The Lathe of Heaven, a novel by lifelong PDX resident & brilliant scifi/fantasy author Ursula K. LeGuin . Made on a no-shoes budget, this film became the most requested & highly awarded show PBS ever created, and never mind the 2002 A&E remake. It’s heady stuff, about the nightmare of one man’s dreams literally becoming reality.

We’ll finish the night with eternal classic Space is the Place, the only scifi B-movie/blaxploitation/music documentary/spiritual manifesto that I know of. Myth-scientists Sun Ra & his Intergalactic Solar Arkestra are the subject of this wild ride, and it’s got crazy jive, political intrigue, plenty of skin and out-of-this-world jazz like nothing else. Sun Ra didn’t approve of the “pimps n hos” sub-story and had about 20 mins. cut from the original (which is also worth watching for reference- check UNM’s Fine Arts Library for the Mystic Fire VHS salvaged from Alphaville), but we’ve got the director’s cut here.

@ The Cornell compound, BBQ grill available, firewood also welcome.

Ear to the Underground vol. 1

2011-03-19T10:08:00.000-07:00

This is the original "Caterwaul Sessions" compilation put together in 2005, of excerpts from performances by local bands that played live on KUNM's "Music to Soothe the Savage Beast" show, for which I'm an alternating host. (Vol. 2 now availble at http://nmbands.com/Ear_to_the_Underground !!)
Included in this post are scans of the artwork & other inserts, including all the clever things I wrote about each band and the sessions they came from. Oh well. I forgot to include them in the .zip file so you'll just have to look at them here. These were painstakingly handmade and placed into several hundred scavenged jewel cases over the course of about 5 years, which is how long it took to get rid of 1000 discs. Classic beginner's mistake: getting a thousand because the price per disc is so much cheaper, then realizing there's a very limited market for them.

other notes to be added as I remember stuff.

Enjoy!

DCat

Lucrate Milk

2011-03-19T02:10:00.000-07:00

Some good info on these Frog freaks at WFMU's Beware of the Blog

Dutch Treats: The 'Suck It' Sessions

2011-03-12T13:13:00.000-08:00

What to say about John 'Uncle Sloppy' Freeman and the 'Suck It Sessions'...
In Denton, TX circa '96 or '7, there were few greater rock n roll forces than the ubiquitous John Freeman. The roster of bands that he has fronted is immense. We could begin with the art rock supergroup Dooms UK, which was spearheaded with accordion wizard Corn Mo (http://cornmo.com/), who fronts .357 Lover and is a whole other story. The genres of his bands spanned faux-German new wave in Telethön to shock-based motopunk in the group Meat Helmets. The first incarnation of the former found Freeman in a white lab coat presenting songs such as 'There is a Man Made Virus Loose in Sector 9' played on various lo-fi casios. All songs lovingly done in full character, complete with German articulation. Uncle Sloppy also fronted the Meat Helmets, which was a nutzo artpunk outfit where all members (including both bass guitars) delivered mock bone-crushing anthems such as 'Everyone is Going to Die' and 'I Jack Off on You', decked out in motorcycle crash helmets adorned with ground beef.
Which brings us to the Dutch Treats. On any given night of the week in the late 90s you might find John doing some variation of this solo project in any number of the dank Denton venues at the time. He was fucking relentless! He was a one man rock n roll army 'just following orders' from the arena rock show going on in his head. He's the only performer I ever recall to use impromtu vomiting as a riff onstage during a guitar solo. Luckily it was on the short-lived outdoor stage at the Argo, but he came right back to the mike to finish 'The Tree Will Grow, Where the Giant Blew His Load', to receive a standing ovation from all ten of us sitting on the lawn at the time. Anyway, he's still around so I'm going to stop talking about him like he's dead or something. He's a man of many talents - his comics are fucking hilarious and I implore you to browse the list of 1,500 or so bands that he has names for, but has yet to start. Visit http://www.sloppyworld.com/.
The 'Suck It Sessions' features some of John's most fundamental song subjects and seeming obsessions - among these, we find drugs, Little People in their many forms and fashions, hermaphrodite porn and various prurient sex practices, 80's sitcom child (and otherwise short statured) actors, and something else important that I know I'm forgetting. This album also features several entirely gutted and reworked covers by George Michael, Bette Midler, Prince and even Juice Newton. Freeman loves his 80's culture, but I assure you these transmutations are just as powerful, endearing and insulting now as they were back then. Being a musician of prolific output, I believe this album (transferred from a lo-fi cassette) was recorded only in a day, but I could be wrong about that. His music enjoys quivering and sometimes squealing, high pitched, vocal stylings, an open E guitar tuning and really wrong headed humor. For comparison he's the degenerate lo-fi little brother of Geza-X.
-fredricksbrooke

Dutch Treats - sounds disgusting, but is completely delicious.
Bon Apetit!

Public Elected Official

2011-03-05T19:21:00.000-08:00

public elected official - "an inscrutable gesture"

I found this CD in the Mystery Media Free(k) Box* a few years ago, and it is still a favorite local find of mine. I looked up p.e.o. on myspace and commented to that effect, and about having played it on the radio a few times. I got an appropriately inscrutable response (“Thank you kindly”), which added to the intrigue. The cover, above, is a color photocopy folded into the CD case.

The sounds are very electronic. It's often hypnotic, occasionally harsh &/or squelchy noise, and packed to the gills at 79:25 TRT. It's likely a one-person endeavor, but any speculation is pointless as the project has an aesthetic that nearly erases affect- there's almost nothing to go on by way of voice, gender, opinion, or even personality. It's a bit cold in that respect, but I like it. The imagery to be found on p.e.o.'s page confirms that vibe:

I recently asked The Official about posting the music on RF Nihilon, and got this response:

There is no copyright on any p.e.o. stuff. It is for anyone who wants it. Use & or abuse as you see fit & many thanks for your respectful inquiries. Good day to you.

And a good day to you!
DCat

* The Free(k) Media Box is a recycled newspaper dispenser in the alley between the 200-blocks of Cornell & Stanford Ave. SE in the UNM area of Albuquerque, chained up to a powerline pole.
This means that the alley containing the Freek Box is PARALLEL to Cornell & Stanford, and can be accessed from Silver or Lead.
Inside, one may find (or leave) a wealth of oddball media- books, zines, outdated computer media, stickers, propaganda, all manner of audio/video formats, flyers for upcoming events or material for your next collage.

Radio Ragazza!

2011-03-02T15:59:00.000-08:00

From the 1983 feminist sci-fi Born in Flames, theme song by The (pre-cease & desist letter) Red Crayola, with Lora Logic on vox. Kicks your ass!

the name...?

2011-03-01T03:10:00.000-08:00

PLAY THIS LOUD WITH THE BASS CRANKED

TRAVELS IN NIHILON by XTC
from "The Black Sea"

You've learnt no lessons
all that time so cheaply spent
there's no youth culture
only masks they let you rent

Chorus:
Travels, travels in Nihilon
we've seen, no Jesus come and gone

Fashion, their vampire
drapes itself across your back
as you fall from style
it waits rebirth on its rack

Building your whimsy
hypnotising you to need
dance goes full circle
one step ahead of your greed

You've learnt no lessons
all those years to get it right
flashes of promise
burn out faster than strobe light

SOUNDWAR

2011-03-01T02:48:00.000-08:00

This here's an old piece of writing, originally intended for publication in Clip Tart #6, but that incredible zine by Susan Boren is on hiatus right now. Instead, I put this in You can't comprehend the fun!, a zine celebrating the 2010 Southwest by No Fest in ABQ, mostly for filler but also to establish the music-geek vibe in a serious way. I'll eventually include hyperlinks to most of the stuff music listed here. It's gonna take a while, though.
Plenty to argue with in this article, no doubt. Have fun!
DCat

SOUNDWAR

Sound is one of the most important things in my life. The sonic environment where I live often feels as palpable as its physical structure. Not that there’s anything particularly unique about it. I have mostly oblivious neighbors. There’s the usual foot & car traffic for a collegetown area, with occasional loud music and partiers. There’s a constant background of emergency & police sirens, seemingly scheduled to start at 6 a.m. every morning. Weekly fireworks and bellowing of announcers from the nearby stadium are the norm. Trash & recycling pickup is always jarring, as is the occasional car alarm and bass hooptie. Then there’s the regular buzzing of news, hospital & police helicopters. Jets scream overhead, and ominous, never-explained sounds emanate from the Air Force base. One encounters TV noise or shitty music in nearly every public space, from the bar to the post office to the emergency dental clinic to the grocery store & fastfood joints. At work there’s constant machine noise, interspersed with grandstanding conversation and annoying "ringtones." In summer, the neighborhood ice cream truck trawls by several times a day, bleating out the same 30 second jingle over & over. And at night, the silence is so complete it’s eerie. I’m very on guard around my apartment building, with one ear out for disturbing noises from fights, theft or cops. It makes me somewhat jumpy, and I often have trouble getting to and staying asleep.
I’ve always been sensitive to ambient sound, and several friends have noted how easily aggravated I am by sirens, barking dogs and the like. Something about the "brute stupidity" of the source really gets to me- aggressive, unalterable repetition for the sake of repetition. I find I need to program my own sounds almost constantly. Not so much to drown out all else, but to feel like “my space” is truly mine- that I can choose my environment to some degree. I know many others who feel the same way.
There was an older guy that used to live in the apartment above where I work. I understood that he was a Veteran of some sort, had PTSD issues & a history of addiction and alcoholism that he'd been struggling with a long time. He’d been clean & sober for a decade or so. He was serious, soft-spoken, and made a point of helping out the permanent homeless characters in the neighborhood however he could. He did yoga daily out on his porch balcony, and often burned lots of sage in his apt. He also got really anxious about punk shows I hosted at the meeting hall across the street, and would complain a lot about disruption and drinking in the parking lot. Frustrating as that was, I felt like I could understand where he was coming from, and tried to interact respectfully with him.
His worst trait though, was BLASTING the most generic "60's music" from his stereo EVERY SINGLE DAY. He had a really limited repetoire too; almost comically so- I think he actually had the KTel "Freedom Rock" compilation, a few Beatles & Dylan & Joni Mitchell albums, and not much else. I went through endless cycles of amusement, annoyance, sarcastic commentary, stupefaction, violent fantasies and back again as he continued to broadcast this hit parade of nostalgic schmaltz throughout the neighborhood. It was obviously an important ritual, possibly even necessary for keeping him on an even keel. I think it was his way of maintaining equilibrium in the face of personal demons and external attacks. But goddamn, there are certain "classics" I'll never be able to hear again without feeling intense disgust, thanks to him. It reminds me of the almost murderous rage I get when I hear most Christmas music. One person’s comfort music is definitely another's psychic assault, and environmental factors often play a big part in the difference. However, the urge to use sound and repetition to protect one’s psychic integrity is universal. Sometimes this urge surfaces unconsciously. I sent my artist friend Jason a draft of this essay, and he wrote back:
"Yesterday, I needed to go to Walmart to get our supplies (for upcoming relatives in town--Ursula has a ballet recital (!!!)). The second I turned into the parking lot, the Dead Kennedys’ ‘Let's Lynch the Landlord’ popped into my head and would not let go for the entire time I was there. Now, Walmart is never a fun place to have to go, but at a certain economic bracket in Las Cruces it seems almost inevitable. My brain took over."
Music is one of the best & simplest tools I know of to undermine negative environments. It’s highly personalized, has a repetitious nature that can break up imposed patterns, and is more readily available than most other media. I’ve found what works best for me are usually recordings that I've listened to for many years, and pretty much know by heart. Stuff that doesn't let my mind wander to topics of pain and self-hatred, but keeps me centered on how great this music is and how great I feel hearing it. Currently, a lot of what I listen to on a daily basis is pretty “far out” - free jazz, noise, electroacoustic stuff. It opens my mind up to new worlds of feeling and understanding. But when I need to bring it all back home, I usually stick with what’s always worked. Instead of a Top Ten list, here’s “The Odd Recommendation” of recordings I use to keep myself even.

ANCHORED TO THE EARTH
*Dead Moon- Hardwired in Ljubljana
This was recorded live in the capitol of Slovenia, as the legendary Portland, OR band has always enjoyed a larger following in Europe than the States. Live is definitely the best introduction to Dead Moon. The studio albums can sometimes sound a bit dry, but I’ve only met one person who’s seen them live that didn’t come away a rabid fan. They have an utterly grounded, magical simplicity that translates well on this recording. Dead Moon’s aesthetic is consistently stark- mostly black’n’white artwork, bare-bones songwriting, mournful in tone even when raging, and proudly recorded in mono instead of stereo. Despite the lack of flash, or perhaps due to it, they create heart-rending music brimming with anger, sorrow, soul and lumpenproletarian intractability. This is the essence of garage punk- real Survivor Rock which expresses something irretrievably lost or broken with no illusions, but tapping a strength that refuses complete despair. I could rant on about each of the 20 songs on this album, but suffice to say that they’re all solid as granite, even the quiet ones. "Milk Cow Blues" is an absolutely scorching blues traditional, and their version of "Play with Fire" makes the Stones look like the ones doing the cover.
Favorite lyric: "I’m pissedoffpissedoffpissedoff, it’s just the way I am!" –"Poor Born "
Also considered: The Stooges- Funhouse, The Monks- Black Monk Time
Also recommended: Black Sabbath, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Exuma, Kevin Coyne, Birthday Party, most Scott "Wino" Weinrich projects (The Obsessed to Hidden Hand), Pagan Altar, Lozen (Sttle.), Pierced Arrows (post-Dead Moon band), select 60’s garage rock, select Southern rock & 70’s protometal

MY OWN PRIVATE FREAKSCENE
*The Iowa Beef Experience- Snack Pack cassette
Nothing creates a psychic bond with music like having a personal connection to it. You’ve caught the buzz and seen the band with your friends at the local dive bar. You’ve heard the thirdhand gossip about their scandals and internal dramas. You’ve built up a mythology around their songs, somehow connected to your own life. You’ve been to parties and done drugs with them. This is YOUR band, from YOUR town. You’ve been housemates with them, helped them cop codeine syrup when they’d used the same scrip too many times, gotten evicted together…okay, it’s certainly not necessary to get that involved, but you get the idea. Whatever your own stories are, the identification with that music lasts for life. Most of these tracks were released on Personalien later, and probably better recorded, but this cassette was what I imprinted on first. (Quick, what’s your favorite album by x band? Was it the first one you heard by them? Thought so.) IBEX’s trademark is primarily Chris Rinehart’s grinding guitar work; heavy & lurching, yet somehow psychedelic. The addition of Ethan Richeson to this lineup brought in watery, deep gravelly vocals punctuated by the occasional muffled howl; like a haunted, abandoned rural quarry used for trippin’ & skinny-dippin’. The lyrics are snarling & sarcastic as always, but now with a penchant for actually thought-provoking punk slogans. And blatant regionalism is always a plus for me with any band (witness "Dope Smoking Redneck from Cedar Rapids Trapped in an Alternate Reality").
Favorite lyric: "many ways to get things done / repetition- your ways are insipid / your straight line is already crooked / I’m not part of your lawful union" –title long lost
Also recommended: Thee Duma (Iowa City, IA), Fukrot/Roñoso (Alb., NM), Bar-B-Q Killers/Jack-O-Nuts (Athens, GA), Croatan (Cincinnati, OH), the original Pocket FishRMen, Gorch Fock (both Austin, TX), The Gits (Sttle., WA), RWake (Little Rock, AK), Stinking Lizaveta (Philly, PA), all those other band names you’re shouting out loud as you read this.

NOT ALONE, IN THE INTERZONE
*Chrome- Alien Soundtracks/Half Machine Lip Moves
These two albums are permanently fused in my brain due to lots of tripping and hearing them both repeatedly at numerous parties. It’s still a big party favorite due to all the riff wanking throughout, earning Chrome the appellation "armpit rock" by buddies of mine. Helios Creed & Damon Edge hit on the perfect chemistry for these and a few other albums, neither really achieving as much on their own. Here, they're sneering, streetwise droogs playing tour guide to a sinister urban dystopia of sci-fi thrills. Philip K. Dick and Wm. S. Burroughs imagery abounds, and they even seem to have used the cutup method in arranging the material. The vocals are mostly buried beneath layers of noise & tape-spliced samples, only occasionally recognizable as lyrics. It’s definitely more about the delivery than the content of the words themselves. The ones that do come through are usually repeated phrases, hints at the compulsive obsessions of the inhabitants of this alternate universe. Despite all the jump cut chaos, this music ultimately gives assurance that one can survive & thrive throughout the most disorienting psychic & societal shifts.
Favorite lyric: “A cold, clammy bombing (x3) / will shit on your town” –"March of the Chrome Police"
Also considered: Killing Joke - self titled
Also recommended: Faust, most bands on the Ralph Records label (esp. Snakefinger & Renaldo & the Loaf), Warsaw, Stiff Legged Sheep (Iowa City, IA), Men’s Recovery Project, Six Finger Satellite, Caroliner Rainbow/Rubber O Cement, Nervous Gender/The Screamers, Geza X & the Mommymen, select Postpunk/No Wave

WE ARE HERE TO GO
*Thrones- Sperm Whale/White Rabbit CD
Thrones is the solo project of rock bassist Joe Preston, who previously played in drone outfit Earth; also with The Melvins & numerous bands since. Drone has always been a huge part of Preston’s sound. But for as much as his music is based in gratifying low end rumble, there’s something really transcendent about it as well. It may simply be the church organ sounds and the celestial, angelic vocal effects he uses at times. However he does it, Preston achieves a really powerful balance of “grounded” and mind-expanding sound. This goes way beyond the often-dopey Stoner Rock genre. Perhaps Cosmic Metal is more apt- a blend of Julian Cope’s vaunted "krautrock" with the stern, unforgiving menace of heavy metal. This psychedelic ethos leans more toward a Lovecraftian view of the universe than just toadstools & floppy-hat wizards. Add in the glitchy electronics of Thrones’ one-man-band setup, and you’ve got a Cape Canaveral of the mind, a control center & launchpad for inner/outer space exploration. Or a secret base for pirate broadcasts jamming Alaskan HAARP transmissions, followed by 34 minutes of chirping crickets after the Cryptocalypse.
Also recommended: early Head of David, Hungary’s Vágtázó Halottkémek aka Galloping Coroners, Yob, Old (& almost anything involving James Plotkin), The USAisaMonster, Lightning Bolt, Yeti, old Kylesa (esp. live), Tarantula Hawk, Fando (Alb., NM), Gnossurrus (Santa Fe, NM), select Japanese heavy psych

THE VIRTUES OF POSITIVE NEGATIVITY…
*Slayer- Reign in Blood
At less than 30 minutes total length, this might seem like a ripoff until you realize what a perfectly formed slab of primal aggression it is. This is THE record to throw on when it’s FTW time without distinction. You can blot out everything with the completely unhinged rage on this disc- just put it on endless repeat until you’re good again. Kerry King is one of the original postmodern rock guitarists from the 80’s, right alongside Greg Ginn & Thurston Moore in creating disturbing, “unmusical” sounds that don’t follow standard song progressions. And the braindamaged lyrics are irrelevant when not hilarious.
Also recommended: Bad Brains- Rock for Light, Corrosion of Conformity- Animosity, Meat Puppets' first, Nomeansno- Wrong, Cro-Mags- Age of Quarrel, Old Grandad- The Last Upper, Karp/The Whip, Old Man (Alb., NM)

...AND THE DANGERS OF NEGATIVE FASCINATION
*Big Black- Atomizer
When I was in college, I had the entire rant that accompanied "Jordan, Minnesota" from this LP memorized. I once etched it in pen onto a note-taking board in a lecture class over the course of several days. I don’t really know why, or where my head was at when I did it. I do know that this ugly, caustic album loudly affirmed truths about human evil that absolutely should not be ignored. This comes from the “Fuck you, LOOK AT this shit!!” school of agitpunk, which also has the danger of romanticizing and encouraging self-abusive behavior. Handle with care.
Favorite lyric: “Been so long / Who brought me to this? / Been so long / Forgot what it's like / Like fighting, like sex, like kicking a bang (?) / Think it's time, got stinking drunk / Think it's time / You sure?!” –"Stinking Drunk"
Also considered: Black Flag- Damaged
Also suggested: Fear, The Jesus Lizard, early Cows, Pussy Galore, early Swans, Man is the Bastard, Buzzov*en and related sludge metal, Oingo Boingo, Khanate, Brainbombs, early Celtic Frost and select Black Metal, select Industrial music

THE REAL COSMIC SLOP…
*James Ferraro- 90210
James Ferraro is one half of The Skaters, So. California’s latest claim to being the US capitol of psychonaut pioneers. Ferraro & James Spencer operate together, solo & with others under a variety of obscurant monikers, with an output both extremely rare & prolific. They use a musical template of lo-fi, murky analog rock/drone seemingly inspired by (early Velvets drummer) Angus Maclise’s The Invasion of Thunderbolt Pagoda anthology. That, or else some really high kids making haunted house music. Either way, these folks are very consciously trying to create fourth-dimensional, psychic media. Ferraro’s Marble Surf simply erases time whenever I listen to it. But 90210 is my favorite of his recordings (that I’ve heard), probably because of the familiar rock modalities floating in his primordial sound soup. I still like my extrasensory, interdimensional experiences to be somewhat recognizable. When things get too formless and void, I get easily befuddled.
Also recommended: Lou Reed's Metal Machine Music, Holger Czukay- Canaxis, Royal Trux- Twin Infinitives, Spirit Bears, Mouthus, Fennesz, The Skaters et al, Yoda’s House, William Fowler Collins (both Alb., NM), Rhys Chatham, Glenn Branca, Terry Riley and other minimalist forebears, Sun Araw and most stuff on the Not Not Fun label, Ducktails, Mudboybeats, select trance and drone.

…THE MUSIC OF THE SPHERES
*Yellow Swans- Bring the Neon War Home
I have an occasional friend, an electronic psytrance activist named Bedouin. Despite the digital sterility of the music he promotes, the missionary zeal with which he does so is really inspiring. He can make organizing a music event seem as crucial as a direct hit on the Death Star. Long ago, he loaned me an article from the Bay Area Guardian about the burgeoning U.S. noise scene that mentioned Yellow Swans, the Space is No Place- NYC: Noise from the Underground compilation and others in an interview with Karl Bauer of Axolotl. I was fascinated- psychoactive electronic music influenced by both punk and free jazz, intended to activate higher functions of the brain? I spent years searching for this material, and was ecstatic to finally discover some of it, this album being one of the first. Neon War starts off with some bass thumping, just enough to hook you, as the rest of it veers into churning, skittering chaos. Beats burble in and out through the album and melodies establish themselves for short periods against amorphous, spark-lit clouds of sound. Thankfully missing here is the base chakra pounding of most club music, as well as the fascist fascination and leering lechery of so much industrial/ techno material. Having since set up shows locally for Yellow Swans and similar groups, I’ve started to feel like I’m on a mission in promoting this underground, liberating noise. Each time I pull off a show, it feels like another small victory for the rebels.
“How do you convert your harmonic progressions to energy? Come on! Just tell us!” -FBI agents interrogating Sun Ra in the film Space is the Place.
Also recommended: Skullflower/Sunroof! (and pretty much all Matt Bower projects), Sun Ra & the Arkestra, Borbetomagus, Perrey & Kingsley- The In Sound from Way Out!, Sphexus (Iowa City, IA)- To Blind the I That C’s Us cassette, Black Dice- Creature Comforts, Axolotl, Bone Tar/Apothecary Blue (Alb., NM), Black Guys (Alb., NM), Racoo-oo-oon, Rahdunes, Burning Star Core, Birchville Cat Motel, WZT Hearts, select “IDM”/glitchy electronica

MYSTICAL SUPPORT NETWORK
*Nina Hagen- Nunsexmonkrock
This album starts off with a description of possession from the Bible, and it’s certainly appropriate- Hagen here sounds like she actually is possessed, or genuinely channeling something. She alternates between multiple voices and languages, makes numerous references to disparate religious and spiritual traditions as well as concepts in quantum physics (“Antiworld”), and at times seems to be prophesying political events (“Born in Xixax” among others). The subject of "Dr. Art" also seems eerily similar to the male muse named Art that Joni Mitchell claimed to consort and roam the woods naked with in a much-quoted Life magazine interview. If Nina really did hook up with the same incarnate spiritual being, he seems to have abandoned her after this album, as none before or since contain the epiphanic wildness and densely packed concepts as Nunsexmonkrock. Throughout, she seems to be in the process of navigating a manic episode or “nervous breakdown”, en route to a healing crisis of personal transformation. And that is one of the most inspiring things to witness, ever. Hagen also belongs to my (probably ill-formed) notion of a European/Teutonic female avant-vocal tradition that includes Dagmar Krause (Art Bears, Slapp Happy, Henry Cow), Iva Bittová, Dog Faced Hermans’ Marion Coutts, Björk (esp. with KUKL), and Guro Skumsnes Moe of Moe.
Favorite lyrics: “My love for you was bigger than my love for me, cheri you see / Now I am free, I found the key, and I love everybody /...just gonna free everybody” –"Future is Now"
Also considered: The Boredoms- Soul Discharge, Daniel A.I.U. (Arcus Incus Ululat) Higgs, Interdimensional Song-seamstress- Ancestral Songs
Also recommended: early Butthole Surfers (pre-Widowermaker!), Capt. Beefheart & The Magic Band- Trout Mask Replica, early Mothers of Invention, 13th Floor Elevators/Roky Erickson, Rudimentary Peni- Cacophony, Northern Liberties (Phila., PA), Hella- Church Gone Wild, any Arrington de Dionyso projects, all Daniel Higgs projects including The Pupils & Lungfish

ALIEN LANES
*Sun City Girls- Torch of the Mystics
Interacting with an unfamiliar culture can sometimes be an experience fraught with miscommunication, guilt and recrimination, at least for me. Music is inevitably one of the best ways to ease that process of engaging the unknown. And when cultural interactions produce their own forms of expression, it’s awesome. This album was my first experience with any sort of musical crosspollination. The Bros. Bishop & Gocher have obviously spent a lot of time studying non-western styles, and approach the material in a really playful way. Much like 60’s folk revivalists The Fugs & Holy Modal Rounders, they refuse to cop the self-conscious reverence that informs so much similar work. Instead, they’re smartass trickster punks with no tolerance for white liberal fantasies about "World Music". Throughout most of the album, it sounds like they’re singing in made-up foreign languages, or perhaps phonetically. “Space Prophet Dogon” contains the same absolutely joyous emotional punch as the version of “Muleskinner Blues” that I have a copy of, allegedly sung by a 90-yr. old Japanese man that spoke no English. Several tracks seem inspired by W. Saharan guitar music, “Radar 1941” is a middle eastern spy noir/surf rock hybrid and “The Shining Path” sounds like a spaghetti western set in the Andes. When worlds of sound collide, the asteroid forms that emerge are often stunning.
Favorite lyrics: “thought it was easy / I know you’re last / the flower has you now / you will come and grow / pure from fresh water / shrivelled up when dry / explode into the sky.” –"Flower"
Also recommended: Savage Republic- Tragic Figures & Live Trek, The Master Musicians of Jajouka, Yat-Kha- Re-covers, most stuff on the Sublime Frequencies label (esp. Group Doueh, Omar Souleyman, Radio Algeria, Cambodian Cassette Archives & Thai Pop Spectacular) Neung Phak/Mono Pause, Secret Chiefs 3, Siamese Temple Ball aka 70’s Thai Orchestra, John Zorn’s Electric Masada & Book of Angels works, select surf rock, select Ethiopiques compilations, select Rai & Punjabi dancehall music, select Tijuana Nortec music compilations)

I WAS A TEENAGE ERASERHEAD
*Sonic Youth- Evol
This is THAT album for me, the one everyone has that "saved my life in high school!" By my senior year, I’d developed a persona of Anarchist Rabblerouser, which subsumed a lot of my teenage angst. Before that I was just an alienated weirdo, usually carrying a brooding black cloud and tunnel vision down the hallways with me. Sonic Youth provided my first experience with music outside “the finite worlds of punk, heavy metal, and classic rock,” as Sun City Girls’ Sir Richard Bishop aptly put it. As music, it didn’t “make sense” to me, but painted an emotional landscape that I resonated with, and continued to return to. Here, aggressive, ominous atonality is the soundtrack to miscommunication and wrenching trauma, described with dispassionate, poetic derangement. It affirmed feelings I was incapable of articulating at the time, and to some extent still am- fugue states, undefined loathing, gender frustration, and an almost autistic inability to connect with others. I recall lying in between folded up bleachers in the empty gymnasium with Evol on my walkman and managing to feel comfortably disconnected, having finally achieved sanctuary.
Favorite lyric: “There’s a thing in my memory / holding on for dear life / with a feeling of secrets / beating up under my flesh / my tongue is tied / I’m sleeping nights awake / Tom Violence is a dream / coming out of a girl” -"Tom Violence"
Also recommendeded: John Trubee & the Ugly Janitors of America- Naked Teenage Girls in Outer Space, Zoogz Rift, Live Skull- Dusted, Saccharine Trust- Surviving You Always, Throbbing Gristle, The Residents, Gary Numan & Tubeway Army, Daniel Johnston, Syd Barrett, Jandek, Skip Spence- Oar, Gary Wilson, Cerberus Shoal, ONO

PRIMITIVE COMFORT MUSIC
*The Sons of the Pioneers- Cool Water
I’ve been told that my mom would hum the Campbell’s soup jingle to quiet me down in church as an infant. However, this is my first memory of positive associations with music- a collection of classic western vocal songs about cowboys & The West set to orchestral acccompaniment. It was most likely the oldest album my dad owned, definitely from his pre-Born Again days. There’s a lot of supernatural elements in these songs (“Cool Water”, “Riders in the Sky”), and even the upbeat ones are haunting, sometimes downright spooky. High Lonesome is the theme throughout, and what solitude does to one’s mind. There’s an anthropomorphic, almost animistic strain in a lot of the songs, as the mournful singers address the cattle, ghosts, the environment itself, and attempt to communicate with boots & old saddles. Longing and yearning feelings are repeated consistently- powerful stuff for a young boy. Despite what may seem from the previous listings, I’m not fond of sentimentality & nostalgia. Primitive Comfort music can often fall into those categories- it’s a very personal thing, sometimes embarrassing. The effect is womblike, rather than embattled; almost the polar opposite of Slayer’s aforementioned “positive negativity”. It makes me think of when one picks up a cat or dog by the scruff and they go limp, remembering being carried that way in their mother’s mouth. I often use this album to fall asleep to now.
Favorite lyric “See them tumbling down / pledging their love to the ground / lonely but free I’ll be found / drifting along with the tumbling tumbleweeds” –"Tumblin’ Tumbleweeds"
Also personally useful: 2nd Chapter of Acts- *with footnotes, Daniel Amos- Vox Humana, My Bloody Valentine- Loveless, Twin Peaks soundtrack, Can- Ege Bamyasi, Guided by Voices- Under the Bushes, Under the Stars, Low, early Cat Power, Godspeed You Black Emperor!- f#a#∞, John Fahey and modern fellow travelers, select funk & soul music

I hope you find this info of some use. - Caterwaul

HO...LEEE FUUUUCK.

2011-02-28T00:55:00.000-08:00

HO...LEEE FUUUUCK.

The Anti-Joanna Newsom!

Manifesto of the Dawning of the Resurrected Dead

2011-01-28T22:37:00.000-08:00

This blog used to be part of the Wunderkind Collective's media combine, for promoting events at the now defunct Wunderkind/Coalmine/Undermind space in Albuquerque. RIP, sketchy old ghost church.
It has now been repurposed by Fredricksbrooke & Caterwaul for the goals of archiving local marginal media, for informing people of their own creative efforts, and for sharing stuff that blows their minds. And anything else that seems cool for cats.
It is not, repeat NOT, an attempt to cash in on the local popularity that the Coal space enjoyed, nor claiming to continue its legacy in any way. Unlike some internet bullhorns we could mention. Anyway, nuff said. As those embarrassing godfathers of ubergeekdom say, "put aside the indignation, get on with the fascination.."
Yeesh, brain fart. Sorry bout that. More posts to come, as we slowly figure out how to navigate the possibilities of this medium.

August

2010-08-01T01:40:00.000-07:00

Thur. Aug. 5- Modern Psychedelic, for reals
Peaking Lights (Aaron & Indra of Rahdunes, now relocated to WI- www.myspace.com/peakingfix)
Metal Rouge (LA drone-psych couple- http://www.myspace.com/metalrouge)
Sam Hamilton (New Zealand “fucked pop”- http://www.myspace.com/samhamilton0)
Free Pop (Noise doowop freekers- www.myspace.com/freepop505)
@ ColdWind (1016 Coal SW) 8pm $5 all welcome

Sun. Aug 8- and even more!
Lionhead Bunny (www.myspace.com/lionheadbunny)
Stag Hare (SLC www.myspace.com/staghare)
Wyld Wyzrdz (www.myspace.com/wyldwyzrdz)
Luperci (Joseph’s Bday! http://www.myspace.com/luperci & http://www.luperci.net)
@ Coalmind (1016 Coal SW) 8pm $5 all welcome

Sun. Aug 15-
Aunt Dracula (Philly- http://www.myspace.com/auntdracula)
Free Pop (noise-doowop freekers- www.myspace.com/freepop505)
Discotays (www.myspace.com/discotays)
@ Unterblind (1016 Coal SW) 8pm $5 all welcome

Mon. Aug 16- This is gonna be great
Yellow Fever (Austin beautifully minimal avantpop duo- http://www.myspace.com/yellerfever)
Ttotals (Nashville echopsych duo- www.myspace.com/ttotals)
Eric Clapton (Roman & Ty mathified jamz)
@ Coalmind (1016 Coal SW) 8pm $5 all welcome

Fri. Aug. 20- HOT FREAKS!
Everything is Terrible! (Chicago irritainment video mashup- http://www.everythingisterrible.com) are in town for a second night, this time down the hill. And as Keif of the Guild is known to declare about certain events, “If you don’t make it to this one, you might as well turn in your Freak Card!” Because this show is definitely looking like the mutant fest of the summer. EIT! will go last so that the chairs can stay stashed until the end.
Fat Worm of Error (From MA, Load Records musical terrorists armed with costumes, noisemakers and a whole new sonic paradigm. Anyone that saw them several years ago at the PMS house w/ 7 Year Rabbit Cycle definitely hasn’t forgotten that show.
www.myspace.com/fatwormoferror, http://groups.google.com/group/fatwormoferror & http://yeay.suchfun.net/artists/fwoe.html)
John Dieterich & Greg Saunier (of Deerhoof, etc.) with friend Yasi Pereira, probably doing an acoustic set. Welcome to Albuquerque, John & Kay!
A Church is not a Hospital (local analog noise)
@ Freakwind (1016 Coal SW #3) starts 8pm, $8 all ages

Wed. Aug. 25- heavies
Anhedonist (Sttle. experimental death metal- www.myspace.com/anhedonist)
Oak (Baltimore blackened doom- www.myspace.com/oakdoom)
Locals TBA
@ Coalmine (1016 Coal SW #3) starts 8pm, $5 all ages

Funkergrind is UN-dead in July !

2010-06-30T02:17:00.000-07:00

Wed. July 7- Last minute zinger:
The Non (OKC mathy post-rock- www.myspace.com/thenonband)
The Oktober People (www.oktoberpeople.com & www.myspace.com/theoktoberpeople)
Our Years With Light (local guitarship captain- www.myspace.com/ouryearswithlight)
@ Wunderkind Space Fort (1016 Coal SW) 8pm $5 all welcome

Sat. July 10- All locos electricos
Luperci (www.myspace.com/luperci & www.luperci.net)
The Booty Green (wondering where the hell they got to- http://www.myspace.com/thebootygreen)
Nanocrack (www.myspace.com/nanocrack & http://burque.info/band0427.php )
The Left Handmaidens (dunno)
@ The Hunkerdown Cafe (1016 Coal SW) 8pm $5 all welcome

Sun. July 11- Dance rock inverts
Gay Beast (Mpls queer noise-rock lectroid ragers- www.myspace.com/gaybeast)
XRY (http://joevega.net/xry.html & www.myspace.com/xry85)
The Gatherers (www.myspace.com/thegathererss)
The Discotays ( www.myspace.com/discotays)
@ Venue WK (1016 Coal SW) 8pm $5-7 all welcome

Sun July 18- Rockin the kind
Black Skies (www.myspace.com/losblackskies & www.blackskies.us)
Leeches of Lore (www.myspace.com/leechesoflore)
Sabertooth Cavity (www.myspace.com/sabertoothcavity)
@ Wunderkind (1016 Coal SW) 8pm $5 all welcome

Thurs. July 22- 7 inches to Freedom!
A unique DJ salon patterned after Austin's "Love & a 45" nights. Anyone can sign up to play 3 sides at a time, 7"s only (33 or 45rpm), then the next DJ steps up until the rotation works back around. No genre specifications, no "sets", no DJ egos, nothing but a love for vinyl and having a good time. Also, eye candy projections and popcorn in the mix.
@ Black Rock Candy Mountain (1016 Coal SW) 8-11pm, $5 donations welcomed, last Thurs. of each month, BYOWhateva.

Fri. July 23- tour kickoff!!
Roñoso (www.fukrot-ronoso.com & www.myspace.com/fukrot)
Old & Ill (Las Crucials- www.myspace.com/oldandill)
Others TBA
@ The Charcoal Crimelab (1016 Coal SW #3) 8:30pm $5 etc.

Sun. July 25- too much damn fun
The Cysts (incredible sludge punk from Portland noise guys- http://envythedead.blogspot.com)
XRY (pronounced “KRAY-hee”- SanAntone Glam-Funk-Pop - http://joevega.net/xry.html & www.myspace.com/xry85)
Dread (local revivalist thrashörrs- www.myspace.com/impalerofficial)
Alan George Ledergerber (Noise creep- www.myspace.com/alangeorgeledergerber)
Discotays (www.myspace.com/discotays)
@ Coalmine (1016 Coal SW) starts 8pm sharp $5-7 all welcome

Wed. July 28- Classy if not classical
The Father Figures (Bklyn jazz/rock hybrid- www.myspace.com/fatherfiguresmusic, also playing at The Outpost the evening before)
Aegis Watson (www.myspace.com/watson.music)
Boyfriend (Brody solo- www.myspace.com/brodiejohnson)
@ Wunderkind (1016 Coal SW) 8:30pm $5 all welcome

Fri. July 30- Odd heavies
Pigeon Religion (PHX dark gothic noisepunk, reminds me ov sounds from Flipper to Jesus Lizard to Amebix- http://religiousnoise.co.nr & www.myspace.com/pigrelig)
Hell-kite (Tempe Cat Power-style singer/songstress, now backed by a doom band- www.myspace.com/hellkitemusic)
Acryptical (Transplant Thrashörrs- www.myspace.com/acryptical)
& the ever-charming Butt Pussy (aka Fando- http://myspace.com/mrbittner)
@ The ǕnGrind Café (1016 Coal SW) 8:30pm $5 all welcome

June Schmutzes

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Thurs. June 3- Another glorious combustion

Grass Widow (SanFran harmonizing minimalist girlpunk, favorably and justly compared to The Raincoats or LA’s The Urinals. Also feat. ex-Burque gals! www.myspace.com/grasswidowmusic & http://wizardmountain.org/grasswidow)

Trainwreck Riders (alt.roots rockers on tour w/ GW- www.myspace.com/thetrainwreckriders)

The Jeebies (Local noisepophopheads- www.myspace.com/thejeebies)

Proper Subjects (Now a full band, first time out live- www.myspace.com/propersubjects. They’re on a similar early 80’s postpunk vibe as GW, but more like art-damaged uberwierdos Red Krayola, with their arch, hyperintellectual, …um…)

@ The Snack Cake subbasement (1016 Coal SW #3), starts 8pm, $5-7 all respectful welcome

Mon. June 7- Rawk yer fool head off

In Defence (Mpls. taco-themed thrashcore punk- www.myspace.com/indefence)

Reference Man (“No Nuke Punks” from Española, ex-a million bands. Freakin great. www.myspace.com/referenceman)

Death Wolf (raw blackened crust- makes shitty pizza but good music)

Nicaragua (last minute addons- www.myspace.com/nicaraguaband)

@ The Coalmind (1016 Coal SW #3) starts 8pm, $5 all ages

Fri. Jun. 11- Big ole Slab o…

Thou (NOLA anarkosatanix- http://noladiy.org/thou)

Moloch (UK heavies- www.myspace.com/molochscum)

Adobe Homes (local mathy screamo- www.myspace.com/adobehomes666)

probly also Ass Dizazter (I’ve heard this is “powerviolence”- www.myspace.com/beeversnatch)

@ The Coalmind (1016 Coal SW #3) $5 8pm and for whatever good it does to say this: please be considerate of the neighbors- park in the lot on the east side of the building or on side streets, and if you're outside, don't be boozing it up and getting stupid loud. Thanks, good people!

Sat. June 12- Best goddamn show in town

Leeches of Lore (www.myspace.com/leechesoflore)

Boar Worship (loud as fuck blackened doom, possibly-last show!)

Big Ole Asshole (aka Clown Tits aka Fando. Shimmery, dark psych noise and samplörr)

Thee Wranglords Trio (inappropriate honkytonk w/ dudes from all three of the other bands)

Taserbreath (Flagstaff ragers- http://www.myspace.com/taserbreath)

Sabertooth Snatch (Flagstaff gnarguys)

@ Rio Grande Satanical Gardens (1016 Coal SW #3) starts 8pm SHARP $5 etc

Fri. June 18- Soundscapes, Drone & Field Recordings for Unstable Constitutions

Cornelius F. van Stafrin III (aka Justin of the oms-b label- www.myspace.com/corneliusfvanstafrinthe3rd & www.soundclick.com/corneliusfvanstafrinIII )

Jeremy Barnes (Solo set w/ tape loops, obscure(d) instruments and who knows what else.)

Tärr (aka Philip Kruse, also of oms-b: http://virb.com/philipkruse)

Cinik (local noise/underground music stalwart- www.myspace.com/cinikalstudios & www.cinikalstudios.com)

@ The Old Mime Retirement Home (1016 Coal SW #3) 8:30pm $5 all welcome

Sat. June 19- Heavy Hotel

Endless Demise (LA grindcore, consists of Nausea(LA) guitarist, former Excruciating Terror vocalist, and current members of Goner- www.myspace.com/endlessdemise213)

Dead Commuter (Heavy, mathy & raw drums‘n’gtr duo from Wichita, KS- drummer Raf is a former Burque musician. www.myspace.com/deadcommuter)

Death Wülf (local raw blackened crust- makes shitty pizza but good music)

Iceolus (odd, proggy black metal w/folks from Roñoso, Serpent’s Whisper and many other heavy projects- www.myspace.com/iceolus)

@ Chowdermind Hotel (1016 Coal SW #3) 8:30pm $5 all ages.

Thurs. June 24- 7 inches to Freedom!

A unique DJ salon patterned after Austin's "Love & a 45" nights. Anyone can sign up to play 3 sides at a time, 7"s only (33 or 45rpm), then the next DJ steps up until the rotation works back around. No genre specifications, no "sets", no DJ egos, nothing but a love for vinyl and having a good time. There might be some projections and popcorn in the mix, too.

@ Black Rock Candy Mountain (1016 Coal SW) 8-11pm, $5 donations welcomed, last Thurs. of each month, BYOWhateva.

Fri. June 25- Freakers at the Church

Jordan Knecht (www.myspace.com/jordanknecht -acoustic interwoven with field recordings, live loops, and circuit-bent electronics, also traveling with a collection of visual work in the fields of screen printing and bookmaking.)

Pagan Holiday (string trio feat. Heather of A Hawk & a Hacksaw, Ariel of Death Convention Singers, Elise Southwick of Apple Miner Colony)

Yoda’s House (Local psychoids- they’ve mutated a lot during their hiatus, so who knows? www.myspace.com/yodashouse)

VerveOrigin (singer/songwriter Julia Mozeley w/elect. piano and crystal-clear vox)

@ Snack Cake Society Space (1016 Coal SW #3) 8:30pm $5 all welcome

Sun. June 27- An evening of assorted sound sublimity

Julian Lynch (One-man experimental pop or something equally cool- http://julianlynch.blogspot.com & www.myspace.com/julianlynch)

Cinik (local noise/underground music stalwart- www.myspace.com/cinikalstudios & www.cinikalstudios.com)

Emma & Bryce (www.myspace.com/emmaandbryce)

Baby Shampoo (all-girl celluloid noise meltdown- www.myspace.com/babyshampoomusic)

@ SunRind (1016 Coal SW) 8pm $5 all welcome