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Time to switch things up around here. I’ve long thought about starting another blog for any other variety of things i feel like wasting others time with outside of music but that’s silly. I’m just gonna lift the mental barriers around here and try and make it more interesting in general. First mode of business with the previous in mind will be 100% self serving. I’m a graphic designer by trade and have just finished a decent portfolio. Feel free to take a look and give me some work. I’m extremely praferssionale!
more actually exciting stuff coming soon.
Finally, someone perfected muzick!
A group of dudes, probably equal amounts legend and failure in their own minds and neither to the greater consciousness, put on their favorite pair of sweat pants and buy some brew on the way over to the barn they’re all meeting up at to record some tunes as a team. Why get the whole gang together to dick around on a four track in a barn in the middle of Harrisburg, Ohio? Posterity? The hopes of combining forces into something magical? A greater musical ambition? Probably, no. Some people just play music because it’s the only time they’re happy, or rather the only time they’re not sad. Ego Summit is a strange super group on the scale of a group of naturalists who saved a rare quail from being extinct even though 99% of the world would have never known it had ever existed. Great Plains, Thomas Jefferson Slave Apartments, Bassholes, V-3, Vertical Slit, Siltbreeze, Times New Viking all were either bands these guy were in or were entities that they effected greatly. Each of the five guys involved contributed songs and while some are stinkers, some are monsters. It’s a really neat record and document, especially if you’re a fan of their other work. It’s a desperate sound of some talented people who come off as more defeated than lazy. Luckily for everyone who cares, it was recorded for posterity and it is pretty magical but it’s certainly not ambitious. Thank goodness.
Download: Ego Summit – The Room Isn’t Big Enough
So my grand idea of doing some serous blog world domination and posting at an obsessive rate lasted a week and that week was a few weeks ago. I can’t convince myself to care but i will continue to try to keep caring. Anyway, I’m just gonna post 3 new Cleaners albums to make up for lost time. I haven’t even heard all these albums yet, so you might be about to embark on some serious aural gold diggin’ that your nerdy friend over here hasn’t even dipped his mussed up hands in yet. How exciting, right?! Ehhh, yeah well, Mr Martin Newell pumped out so many perfect pop ditties over the course of the eighties that chances of your opening up one of these lil treasure chests and getting sprayed in the face with a thirty year old booby trap are quite limited. He certainly always seemed like a gentle man in his songs. Very sensitive and earnest, probably unpretentious to a fault, if you look at it from a career standpoint. A bigger ego and crush on fame and these little tunes probably could have been everywhere, spinning on lil’ lucy new wave’s juke box and getting the teenage collectors a reason to wake up in the morning after John Peel should have played it the night before. Have you ever heard the story about Martin touring around England on a bicycle? Well that’s about all i know about the story, but how dreamy, huh?
Cleaners From Venus
Any Normal Monday (1982)
Back from the Cleaners (1995)
My Back Wages (2000) A Collection of Rarities
Hi, and welcome back to Cleaners From Venus Fridays. I had a long writing on this debut Cleaners album that i was fairly proud of and it just got eaten by wordpress. So i’m unreasonably frustrated and instead of re-writing it, i’m going to make a cassette copy of it and go walk around in the sunshine. I guess i could summarize what i had already written; This album is really good.
Enjoy! Stay Stoked, folks!
“No it is true, Anita, there shall be many new Biannual Hairtrim posts on the horizon. I dare count twenty odd albums in the queue”
“Keith, you rascal, you always know just what to say…”
This is actually kinda hard to watch, lucky it’s sooooooooooo fucking rediculous the humor isn’t totally lost. Here’s a little bit of evil to cheer everyone up after watching the one above.
The trip ruled (It was THE insane) and we have a mostly very pretty country but San Francisco is the prettiest. Glad to be back. I’ll put some real shit up real soon.