screamer music (ftb clowns)
Must everything be ugly? Redbook Magazine, 1966. via
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I wrote this short response to Owen Jones’ article on police abolition in the Guardian. Do give it a read. It is probably slightly longer than most of the Novara Wire articles, but still short. I didn’t go in to the concept of ‘discretion’ applied to police officers, though I think this is essential in understanding the immediate experience of police on the streets. The list of scandals in the penultimate paragraph could be multiplied several times over without much effort; following the major scandals there is often talk of reform, even wholesale reform. What follows from that talk is, however, usually cosmetic.
Ornette Coleman and Prime Time, “Happy Hour” from Virgin Beauty
- Dead Can Dance
- Julian Cope
- The upstairs room of the Record And Tape Exchange
- George Galloway pretending to be a cat
- The Doctor Who theme played very slowly
- Sea shanties
- Jim Morrison
- My idea of what those Johnny Cash albums where Johnny Cash is really old sound like
- The John…
It’s Swans week on One Week One Band! An excuse for a reblog of the most fun I’ve had writing a ‘record review’.
Metal Cats - by Alexandra Crockett
Skulls and Siamese. Corpse paint and Persians. Baphomet, pentagrams, blood, and tabbies!
Metal Cats combines two amazing subjects: the extreme personalities of the hardcore metal music scene and their adorable kitties. These incredibly cute and fluffy felines have been photographed with their loving owners in and around the dark abodes of musicians, fans, and promoters of metal including members of the bands Black Goat, Thrones, Isis, Lightning Swords of Death, Book of Black Earth, Skarp, Harassor, Akimbo, Aldebaran, Atriarch, Oak, Ghoul, Ludicra, Holy Grail, Xasthur, Cattle Decapitation, Murder Construct, Exhumed, Morbid Angel, Municipal Waste, Skeletonwitch, Gypsyhawk, Nausea, Phobia, and Napalm Death.
Metal isn’t all dark and disturbing, violent and misanthropic. Metal Cats is proof that while the music may be brutal, the people in the scene are softies for their pets just like you and me…
A portion of the proceeds from this book and a series of benefit shows held along the West Coast will go towards one no-kill shelter in each of the four main cities visited.
I must not fear. Fear is the mind-killer. Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration. I will face my fear. I will permit it to pass over me and through me. And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path. Where the fear has gone there will be nothing. Only I will remain.