Looks like our friend Clennan in Provincetown has a radio show on the local "wingnuts and bad music" community radio station WOMR Thursdays at midnight, streaming here. From what I know of him, I'd expect quite a bit of Casio, Noise, and Fagbeat.

Here are a couple mp3s from this is ska argentina to warm you up for this feauture...
Alton Ellis- I've Got a Date (alternate version
Doreen Shaffer- Nice Time
I met Selector Lucho from Upsetting Hi Fi soundsystem at a greasy fast food joint on Ave. Scalabrini Ortiz north of Palermo, Buenos Aires. We started talking by making fun of all the 16 year old straight-edge hardcore kids that were passing us on their way to a show around the corner. Meanwhile we were splitting Quilmes after Quilmes and taking about Jamaican records. Lucho brought me to a bar near-by and for a brief evening he initiated me into the rarified world of ex-skinhead rudeboy Argentine reggae DJs who have been collecting Jamaican records forever.
They say things like "soundsystem" and "in the dance", they call dubs "versions", the DJ is the "selector" and the singer is the "deejay" or "toaster". They think that things like Bounty Killer should never be called "dancehall" beacause dancehall is a style that existed only for about 6 years in the eighties with dejays like U-Roy and Half Pint. Basically they are living in a different era in a different culture on a diferent continent, and it's pretty awesome.
Lucho probably new more about riddims, studio one, and the golden era of ska, rocksteady, reggae, rub-a-dub, and dancehall, than anyone I know. He has appeared on the same stage as Lee Perry, Mad Professor, and Mikey Dread when they came to Argentina. He has thousands of Lps. In fact, he told me that when he dropped the 12" version of Mikey Dread toasting on the Clash's "Bankrobber" dub, Mikey couldn't believe it because even HE didn't have a copy of that.
Lucho and his friends we're some of the coolest most down to earth people I met in Buenos Aires. Maybe it was just because we could bond over music (not just reggae, but punk, power pop and 80s, all of which they knew tons about), but they seemed much more honest and cool that almost any of them portenos we met in other, trendier parts of the city.
If you are ever in Buenos Aires, check this is ska argentina for upcoming dances. They also have an Mp3 section, and for streaming radio check Butambaba, an Argentine site which has 5 channels and lots of info (en espanol, claro), or of course Rockers on 88.9 ERS from Emerson college in Boston, which has (usually) great Jamaican music from 4-8 every weekday.

Low-Budget has posted a promo mix for the Popoff Shack party at the Metro in Philly (download here). Some serious partytronix action on there- little bit of everything. 1 hr

Came across some flicks of graff by someone you may know. I don't think she's figured out how to rotate images, though (i helped her with this one).

SXSW REPORT... from Mendoza, Argentina

I may not be at South by Southwest right now, but I can write about it anyway! Isn't that what being an opinionated loudmouth is all about?
From the looks of the line-up, the festival is once again offering to the public both some of the best music the underground has to offer and some of the worst crap that agents and publicists can try to repackage for the "streets" (Jamie Cullum?!!).
One surprise is the wide assortment of hip hop both ig'nint and not as well as DJ features. I'm pretty sure that this brand of music was completely overlooked before this, certainly the "chopped´n´screwed" variety native to the festival´s home state of Texas was. But this year Houston rap is suddenly "art" and featured prominently. Who could have predicted that?
So, for those of us who are on different continents, or who are just indifferent (who wants want to wade through the mobs of drunken self-important indie rockers anyway?), there is the SXSW website, where quite a few of the more unknown artists have posted up Mp3z of their music. I'll save you the trouble of sloging through the hundreds of bands listed and re-up some of my picks of worthwhile listens. Click on the link to see a brief bio and option to stream or download.

A Hawk and a Hacksaw
Apathy
Atmosphere (some of these are total no-brainers)
Awol One (another case in point)
Baroness (!!)(Are literally going to blow some hipsters asses out.. much worse than those Texas wet burritos)
busdriver (do I really only like rap?)
Brian Jonestown Massacre (I know this isn't NME, but... it's a good song.)
Caural (only because he's Etta's boy)
Cephalic Carnage
Deadboy and the Elephantmen
Dengue Fever (60's Khmer Style, Mothrafuckas!)
FACEDOWNINSHIT...wait, yes you read that right...FACEDOWNINSHIT. (Had to write it twice for all you haters who couldn't believe your eyes. Listen to the song. Dudes need a major label contract. Relapse can't contain them)
Gerbils
The Gossip
Jean Grae
Holy Fuck
(Danny Black's) Healthy White Baby (just cause they are Genevieve's boys).
Helmet (fucking Helmet?)
Ross Hogg (Hollerboard represent)
Jedi Mind Tricks
Lady Sovereign
ladytron
Lucero (just becuase they cover "Kiss the Bottle" by Jawbreaker)
Magnolia Electric Company (maybe Vice was right in describing it as "at best a passable imitation of 'Harvest Moon' era Crazy Horse", but this is the guy who wrote "Farewell Transmition", so I got to think that great things can come out of him)
Municipal Waste
The Plimsouls (The PLIMSOULS?!)
Spankrock
Stinking Lizaveta (ok... now I do want to be there.)
Tarantula A.D.
TTC(pour les filles, TTC, connard!!)
Visionaries (2MEX)
Weedeater
XIU XIU (I don't like this stuff, but.. make up your own mind)
Zombi (fucking rule!)

Remember, this is only the artists that presented Mp3s- some of the best acts at SXSW did not like--
Tilly and the Wall and Jason Forrest (who are playing the same show!), Kid 606 and friends, 2MEX, Ramblin´Jack Elliot, Roky Erikson (?? isn't he dead?), Spoon, Immortal Technique, Sharon Jones and the Dap Kings, Jucifer, k-os, Nebula, Devin the Dude, DMBQ (still playing after the death of their drummer Chino?), Drop the Lime, Drunk Horse, Eagles of Death Metal, Echo and the Bunnymen, Grand Buffet, Hellacopters, The Go Team, Black Heart Procession, Blockhead, Circle, Cut Chemist, etc.

So what did all this sifting teach me? Well, it taught me that I have something against singer-songwriters, especially those that have their name in the title like "The James Lohannan Project". This immediately tells me that this will be earnest old-sad-bastard music that you might hear on your radio alarm clock first thing in the morning on NPR and might make you not want to get out of bed, but rather stay home and kill yourself.
And sorry, but I also hold a grudge against the nondescript American (or British) ROCK band who just plays "rock and roll", like "three chords and a dream" and tours around and drinks beer and sounds like the Beatles or the Kinks (but not as good). And has a stupid name. Its like "hey, man the name doesn't matter, it's all about just playin' like you mean it". The only problem is that you are boring and sound like everything else. And your name puts a stinky cloud over your whole aura. In fact, there were so many bad band names on the this list I feel I must elaborate.
Did they really run out of ideas for band names? I thought it was bad in the alternative rock era with atrocities like "Deep Blue Something" and "Sponge", but things have gotten worse. Emo, bad poetry, and new-wavey Art School leanings have brought out the worst in rock nomenclature. So here we go.

WHITE ANIMAL'S TOP 23 WORST BAND NAMES AT SXSW

23. Dashboard Confessional
22. Coach Said Not To(If he "Said Not To" name your band that, he was a pretty right-on dude. Maybe if you had listened to him, you wouldn't have gotten kicked off the team, and had to learn to play bass.)
21. Red Jumpsuit Apparatus (no ideas, guys?)
20. A Cursive Memory
19. Dot kom (rappers are not excluded)
18. Man Man (in fact, most bands from Philly have awful names)
17. The End of Fashion
16. The Foxymorons (they're probably nice guys, but...)
15. The Glass Family (I love JD Saliger, too but.. how precious can you get?)
14. GoGoGo Airheart
13. Kris Kristofferson (just kidding! seriously, Kris, dont hurt me)
12. The Guggenheim Grotto
11. Hurts to Purr (I mean, thats sad and all, but it doesn't make me want to listen. Do you forever want to be known as the band who's name translates to "My Pussy Hurts"?)
10. The Jai-Alai Savant
9. The King Of France (HA! There is no king of France. You Idiots! They have a prime minister or a dictator or something.)
8. They Shoot Horses Don't They (no, that was a crappy 70s movie... does this have something to do with Kristofferson?)
7. Leather Uppers (if they really were gay, they'd be called Leather Poppers, but they're not. They´re wannagays)
6. Sistas in the Pit (Im pretty sure theyre not joking)
5. The Number Twelve Looks Like You (are from Kearney, NJ. They should stay there)
4. Quien es, Boom! (only people who´ve never been to France would fetishise their lanuage)
3. The Boy Least Likely To
2. Sailboats Are White (Dude are you shitting me?)
1. Swollen Members (I just hate them anyway.. maybe i am biased)

There is a another trend I've noticed in this list. Bands seem to have come around to the fact that IRON MAIDEN and BLACK SABBATH were kind of the end-all be-all of naming your band. So, we have a slew of dagger-sharp, skull-scary band names which can't possibly really describe the bands which they grace. So we have:

WHITE ANIMAL's TOP 10 TOUGH BAND NAMES (which the band couldn't be be tough enough to enhabit)
10. Metal Hearts
9. The Sword
8. Bible of the Devil
7. Black Furies
6. Crystal Skulls
5. The Deaths
4. Die! Die! Die!
3. Midnite Snake
2. Skullening
1. Bad Wizard

OK, and now you're wondering, what are WHITE ANIMAL's top picks for BEST band names at SXSW? Why don't you get a life? Why don't I?

WHITE ANIMAL's TOP 5 BAND NAMES(of bands I've never heard of)

5. Sasquatch
4. Genghis Tron
3. Genitallica
2 Tight Phantomz
1. Goblin Cock

The other day Genevieve was telling me about Art Bell , her favorite syndicated radio wingnut who she used to listen to late at night on long road trips in the midwest while he vindicated the beliefs and perhaps encouraged the delusions of his probably insane callers. They would phone-in with comments like "NASA put microphones in my teeth because I know about the chupacabra!", and he would calmly reply "Ah, yes, the chupacabra. Of course they don't want people to know that it is really a reverse engineered alien clone made from an alien which crash landed in Puerto Rico."*
After she'd told me all about her man Art, I hipped her to my favorite radio freak-Grandpa Al Lewis , (yes, the guy from The Munsters, you fool) who was the reining king of radical left wing nutters on WBAI, Brooklyn free radio. That night I Googled his name on a whim, to see what was up with Grandpa Al. It turned out he had died a month ago before.

The tribute page for Grandpa Al (notice I don't use the quotation marks- he insisted on it as his real name) from the staff of WBAI is sometimes touching, sometimes hilarious. The first fond remembrance starts

"Yes, I do credit him (he insisted that we do) for my reading of William Shirer's The Rise and Fall of the Third Reich, and I feel that I have a better understanding of just what is happening in these United States at this present time."

What a sentimental eulogy! But Grandpa Al wouldn't have it any other way. He was an avowed New York Jewish leftist freak. He would advocate rioting in the streets, violence against police, and the overthrow of the government. He was like my Dad with a microphone. Jay Lawrence, who introduced me to Al, had a favorite story that Al would tell constantly about his time as a de facto bodyguard for W.E.B. Dubois in the height of the Civil Right conflicts-

"I had to make sure that nobody messed with William Edward Burghardt DuBois. So, as we say in them old westerns, you know, we goin’ round up a posse, somebody’s gotta ride shotgun. Well, Al Lewis rode shotgun. And I always said, man, any mother's son put his foot on that running board knows he's the running board. I want to know if he could swallow the 45 that go right in his mouth. That's it."
(from an interview with Amy Goodman on Democracy Now!)

he would claim that this made him a black activist akin to the Panthers or Black Guerilla Family.
Al was a freak of another sort as well- a regular at porn conventions in Las Vegas. He was a dirty old man, memorably caught in the act of hitting on female Daily Show correspondent Beth Littleford while she was covering a sleazy beauty pageant that he was one of the judges of. This side of his public persona isn't mentioned on the BAI page. I would be interested how his colleagues, or indeed Al himself could reconcile his revolutionary ideals with the billion dollar porn industry. Perhaps he thought of himself as a perfect mix of Abby Hoffman and Screw magazine founder Al Goldstein.
Not that any of this is meant to demean him. I wish that more celebrities had the balls to be as outspoken as Al Lewis. If Alec Baldwin would just come out and say "Go out and throw a bomb at a cop!" instead of appearing in psuedo-subversive tripe like Fun With Dick and Jane, I would like him a whole lot more.
So, please pour out a little and find out more about your boy Grandpa Al Lewis.

*I didn't just get this idea from nowhere, it's based on a widely held and whispered about belief in P.R.- that the US Government has a secret bunker under El Yunque, the revered and feared jungle in the center of the island where locals refuse to go after dark. Any Puerto Rican will tell you never to go off the path in El Yunque and never to stay overnight. The realistic and practical will say that there might be fugitive rapist degenerates hiding out in there. The mystical might talk about El Yunque's holy significance in the pantheon of Santeria, how it shouldn't be disturbed lest Chango might send some snakes after your ass or something. The superstitious will tell you simply that there are "G-G-Ghosts!" about. And a surprising amount of people will tell you about strange late night noises heard by locals. Noises coming from inside the mountain. And mysterious lights appearing to rise up out of and return to the dense jungle at the heart of El Yunque. The more credible of these types will suggest that maybe the Air Force has some prototype aircraft lab down there. A special breed of Boriquas, though, will tell you about the UFOs that the government has there, and aliens which they are experimenting on, some of which escaped and created the Chupacabra (thats "Goatsucker" for the uninitiated) story which has become famous throughout the world. Like everybody didn't know that already.

A guy who was staying at Chacra de Cielo, the organic farm we stayed at in El Bolson showed us his copy of the book The Rebel Sell: Why the Culture can't be Jammed. He assured us that the book "cant be bought in the States" as if the NWO Lizard People Illuminati (see here) were trying to suppress it, but actually what the book proposes is quite apposite to all that conspiracy stuff. In fact, what the authors suggest is that there is no Conspiracy (capital C), and never was. There is no "system" and no "spectacle".
Joseph Heath and Andrew Potter are young Canadian academics who have been though the modern activist scene and come out with some bad tastes and original ideas. For them, the main flaw in modern revolutionary thought began when it's focus changed from "helping the common man" to "freeing the common man from his mental slavery". This change of ideals became even more convoluted, they suggest, when it then became "before you can free others' minds, you first must free your own." This shift is relatively new development, and didn't really take hold until the 60's.
According to the book, this was the decade that the whole democratic progressive activist movement was really subverted by people who confused hedonism for revolution, sexiness for political clout, fashion for progress. While real strides were being made on a grass roots political level for human and civil rights, posers who were more concerned with looking the part and getting laid were claiming their great victory. Then, they write "...(contrary to rumor) the hippies did not sell out. Hippie ideology and yuppie ideology are one and the same. There simply never was any tension between the countercultural ideas that informed the '60s rebellion and the ideological requirements of the capitalist system."
They go on to say that the "counterculture" is a hoax that's been played out ever since. Sure, the "revolution" wised up and turned it's back on the hippies, but because none us of us, punks and anarchists etc., ever questioned the fundamental "us vs. them" paradigm we haven't moved forward. We are still suckers for the sexy image of the martyred revolutionary, and we still think of ourselves as fighting against a "system" that is somehow "brainwashing" everyone into being complacent. Sure punks hate hippies, but how far have we really come from Pink Floyd's "Break down the wall!" to Youth of Today's "Break Down the Walls!"?
The book's main target is the new "counterculture"- Naomi Klein, Micheal Moore, the "culture-jamming" trend spearheaded by Adbusters magazine and the antiglobalisation protest movement. Each of these are approached directly, but the theme is that they are all based on a single fallacy- that everyone is brainwashed by "the spectacle" and all it will take is some creative publicity stunt to wake them up.
Once you start thinking about things in these terms, it's hard to stop. Yesterday, as usual, the anarchists and socialists and commies were having a huge rally around the 9 de Julio and Plaza de Mayo, pounding drums, yelling slogans, waving banners. Genevieve was walking home near all this when a young "revolutionary" took a fat stack of flyers that he was supposed to be distributing and threw them up behind him. Unfortunately he was standing in a crowd of people and Genevieve was standing right behind him and caught the whole stack in her face. Then he walked off without apologizing. When she got home and described the carelessness and cluelessness of this kid and his stupid Rasta hat, I thought about The Rebel Sell.
The idea of this undoubtedly middle class suburban kid, littering the world with pamphlets which he may not even understand, and hurting someone in the process makes my blood boil. Is his self-righteous revolutionary ejaculation more important than another person walking down the street without getting literally hit in the face with his adopted ideology? Maybe it's because she was obviously "brainwashed by the system" and needed to be woken up out of her complacency. This must have been obvious to him because she was just walking by and not on the other side banging a gong and waving a red flag. But, of course, if everyone was over on the other side of the street, there wouldn't be anything to get worked up about anymore. If everyone was on the other side, that's the side that wouldn't seem as appealing to little revolutionaries anymore.
Just the fact this young firebrand would wear a Rasta hat (and lets make the safe bet he had Che patch on his person somewhere) shows that he has no problem with advertising an ideology that he couldn't possibly fully understand. Let us remember that liking Bob Marley and being a fire-and-brimstone Battyman-hating Rasta are NOT the same thing, and that thinking the Zapatistas look cool in their anarcho-ninja outfits is not the same as understanding Mao.
As you can tell, I thought The Rebel Sell was inspired and thought provoking, but I also found it somewhat infuriating. The tone is consistently arrogant and often didactic on subjects that scholars have been discussing for years. In the first chapter alone they blast through Frued, Marx, the hippies, situationism, punk, hip hop, workers struggle, autosugestion in advertising, even the movies American Beauty and Pleasantville.
All this slapdash coverage laced with snide commentary is bound to stumble, and it often does spectacularly. About the role of alcohol as a state sponsored stupefacient they say that the government "has fought against alcohol again and again" citing prohibition, and that "the claims made about LSD in the sixties are the same made about absinthe in the 20s". What prohibition, a social movement of the early twentieth century, or absinthe, a NARCOTIC (not just a form of alcohol) has to do with modern alcohol consumption I have no idea. And on the idea of Marihuana as a mind-expanding substance they simply say that no pothead could help with any revolution because "anyone who has ever spoken with a stoned person knows they are they most boring people in the world to talk with." Funny? Yes. But incredibly dismissive. I guess Terrence McKenna wasted his whole life work looking into this and we should just move on?
Another problem with the book is that it is so clearly aware of it's itended audience that it often seems insular. I understand that Heath and Potter are trying to reach the same college-age readers that lapped up No Logo and Adbusters, but they shouldn't exclude others. For example, they patiently take you though the theories of Frued and how they are regarded today, then turn around and drop references to "The infamous rave scene in the Matrix 2" totally unexplained. Sorry guys, but not all of us consider The Matrix trilogy to be a great cultural milestone (i.e. we're not all baked Canadians).
Overall the book is quite hilarious and quite worth reading. The best are it's respective trashings of American Beauty (it's the pot smoking counterculture vs. the sexually repressed gun toting facists all over again!), Easy Rider (self-indulgent white potheads liken themselves to black civil rights activists by being martyred in the deep south!), and Alanis Morrisette (she sings "thank you, India" as if the whole subcontinent will wave back and say "You're welcome, Alanis!"). These are worth the price of admission alone. I just hope those Evil American Imperialists will let this WMD over the border from the land of freedom and liberty to the North... (order here).

Punk on YouTube!

At this point I'm just stealing other people's ideas. For you. Here's a bunch of links to YouTube joints, punk and otherwise, worth checking that I collected off the Low Budget forums. Im a biter.


Bad Brains 79- Sailin On (live)
Bad Brains- Attitude
Can- Paperhouse
Serge "drunk french pervert" Gainsbourg and Whitney "I don't smoke crack, Bums smoke crack... I Smoke Weed!" Houston on French TV"
FEAR Live on SNL
Husker Du live on the Joan Rivers Show
Kraftwerk- Autobahn
Minutemen- King of the Hill
Minutemen- Corndog intro, 3 songs

(And heres some dirty south for the fuck of it...
Lil Wayne- Shooter (Katrina Footage Video)
Juvenile- Hustle

And some more punk from your boy Harry Balls. Check his You Tube page for more Powerpop, hardcore, Trashrock etc --

Crime live at San Quentin
Void- Who ARe You? (live 1983)
Beastie Boys- Holy Snappers
Pagans- Dead End America

G and I have been reading Under the Banner of Heaven by Jon Krakauer which is about those fucking nut cases the Mormons. Really, you have no idea how crazy this shit is. Basically Fundamental Mormonism is a club for men with beards who like to talk and write things like it's from the Bible like "As thou sayeth the righteousness of the kingdom of the lord, and so it came to pass" and then they claim that it came directly from god. It's like if some guys really liked the book Get Shorty and then spent 200 years imitating Elmore Leonard's prose style and claiming that he wrote it. Oh, and if Elmore Leonard never existed in the first place. And if it was all an elaborate exuse for raping 13 year old girls and having tons of wives that you treat like livestock.
You have to read the book to get the creepiness of it all. And an amazing point that he makes is that the Bible and the Quoran are no more beleivable than the Book of Mormon, they were just written so long ago that they are more difficult to contest. Mormonism is basically just like any religion in it's infantile form. That it is modern and transparant enough for everyone to see it for what it is- a giant hoax created by a charismatic con man and carried on by desperate and crazy people is the main difference between it and our established religions.

Click link only if you're from P Town

That's Provincetown, you chiefs. Portland Oregon is not called P-Town. If anything it should be called P-Land

Listen or Download the the Rub crew White label mixes on myspace here

My book recomendation for the this and any other month is The Crossing by Cormac McCarthy. Read an excerpt here or Have Brad Pitt read it for youIt is really one of the most devastating and beautiful books I've ever read. Few books are as appalling or eerily visionary, maybe the >The Painted Bird by Jerzy Kozinski, and fewer are as naturally stylized, maybe the best of Hemingway. This was my first taste of Cormac McCarthy's prose, and from what I've heard it's probably the best place to start. Anyone struggling with the Spanish dialog used liberally can find translations aqui. Read the book and enjoy the rosy glow of man's separation from god in a brutal and desolate world

My father, the "very colorful Truro resident" was interviewed by the Provincetown Banner last week. Can't find the full version online, but lets just assume it was so censored as to be unintelligable, and fill in the blanks with our imagination as to what was said and possibly screamed.

I know all you drunk metal dudes are having none of it, but I heard the new Opeth album "Ghost Reveries" the other day and you know, I don't hate. Opeth have gradually changed over 10 albums from a gravel-throated black metal beast to a melodic symphonic rock group. Yes, "Ghost Reveries" sounds like prog-influenced easy listening. Yes, it sounds a bit like Queensryche (where's my umlaut button?). It sounds nothing like the soundtrack to a good cathartic church burning. But this is all ok.
Maybe it's because I was listening to it at 2000 meters while watching the sun set over the glacial peak of Mount Tronador through big bay window at Refugio Otto Meiling. That day G and I had hiked 6 hours up the mountain getting gnawed on my swarms of horseflies. Now we were drinking cold beer at a refugio at the base of a massive glacier and "Ghost Reveries" was playing on the soundsystem. It was thrown in for sunset, right bewteen Dido and Rod Stewart. And no one batted an eyelash. It´s that soft. And as the orange setting sun blinked over the blue peak of tronador one last time I thought I heard a shelf was falling off a glacier nearby. But it was just a sound effect on an intro to a song. Epic shits.
I wanted to feature an Mp3, but Opeth are bigger nerds than you and probably are on the Wi Fi on their tour bus all day, making sure no one's downloading their music. It's not about propriety, it's just that they dont want you listening to their epic shits on an inferior sound format like mp3.

Matt Gross, a friend of G and I just had an article about Cambodia published in the NY Times Travel section. It's about the recent upcropping of luxury hotels in Cambodia and around SE Asia, which will be handy for all y'all thinking of dropping a grand on a hotel room next time you visit the cheapest place in the world. Keep your eyes peeled for an article I'm working on for the Times about what it was like to have scabies.

Heres a recap of the hottest shits of 2005. Just a quick roundup of mixes you could be listening to. Instead of whatever else you´re doing, which is pointless.
RADIOCLIT are my best friends in an Argentinian internet cafe right now. They´ve been kind enough to put all their DirtySouth/ Grime/ Electro/ Fagbeat/ ChoppednSkrewed/ Radiobullshitmixes on disk for download or stream - especially cop their Lemon red series radio show, their 2nd official mixtape CAREFUL;CLITCLIT and for a quick preview, hear Dizzee Razcall get the Bjork/Vitalic treatment when he gets mashed up with French electroshite Chloe and end up with perhaps his first song worth hearing twice! Dont hate dudes because they're French!
Then there´s the powerful Certified Bananas from the mighty state of Rhode Island who haven´t changed anything, still bringing dope mixes and exclusives. Youve already heard them mash Joanna Newsome with Tego "I swear I saw him buying crack once near La Pearla in San Juan" Calderon, but hows about "Marquee Moon" by Television mashed with that filthy "My Neck, My Back..." song (download)? Or how about not?
And of course there´s the man so omnipresent and zeitgeisty that he's like the even more white version of Pharrell, Diplo with some live shit coming straight from where all the best parties are at: The Guggenheim Museum. Parts one and Two streaming here Thats right, here´s some exclusive mixes from that bastion of all things indie and gutter: AOL MUSIC (diplo page here). Many strikes against it? Yes, but peep the new Yeah Yeah Yeahs RMX, lots of Electro funk, the Percolator, and tons of Baile with at least one Smiths sample. Ignore "My Hump". Thank you.
And if 2005 isn't doing it for you, take the way-back-machine to 2004 and finally cop Diplo's "Piracy Funds Terrorism" (download) . Harken back to an innocent time when America fell in love with a young MIA and the "do you hear me now" guy taught us all to smile again. More than just a genius way to get into MIA's pants, "Piracy..." was a dope mixtape featuring some hot fire blends and exclusives like Lil Vicious on the Galang rhythm and Cutty Ranks on the "Drop it Like it´s Hot" rhythm . Save it for your "Totally 00's" party in a couple years.

shhhhhDONT TELL NOBODY IN THE GHETTO

The HOLLERBOARDS are dead.. long live the "HOLLERBOARDS".shhhhhhhhhh

Right now im obsessed with this cover of "All Tommorow's Parties" by the velvet underground done live by Iron and wine and calexico. I'm pretty sure that its better than the original.
Im just liking on the idea of covers in general. Any band that doesn't play at least one cover live are obviously pretensious pricks. When we saw Iron and Wine and Calexico live in Detroit they played "All Tommorows Parties", plus "Positively 4th Street" by Bob Dylan. I haven't been able to find a copy of that (I think it may have been a once only deal, as afterwards Sam said "Well, those things are fun to try. Sometimes they work and sometimes... not.") but on this live set from NPR they play "Parties", plus "Always on my Mind" by Willie Nelson and "Wild Horses" by the Rolling Stones (admittedly a kind of obvious choice, but they do it nice). Plus on that page are the Calexico and Iron and Wine sets. They are all good except for the annoying NPR nerds who talk during the breaks.

The hunt for rare Argentine Beat/Pysch/Garage LPs is officially on as of todays visit to the San Telmo saturday market.  San Telmo is the oldest section of the city, hence it has the highest percentage of overpriced junk shops.  But the Saturday Market there is a good place to find old records, if not the cheapest.  I made a few scores, including an LP by these chiefs, The Gipsys.  The picture on mine is even funnier, the one guy looks like the kid from Rushmore doing a "stoned Argentine rocker" charcter in one of his plays.  I also got an record from Los Gatos, the mainstays of Argentine beat, plus some compilations from ALTA TENSION, the 60s TV Dance Show.  They appear to be mostly bubblegum, with a smattering of rock by bands like La Joven Guardia, Kano y Los Bulldogs (nothing to do with grime), and Los Iracundos and its all on rainbow colored vinyl!  The vendor also pretty much forced me to buy a mint copy of something called Los Naufragos, which he insisted was excellent.  I have no idea, as I have no record player here.  Anyway I got out of there having spent little more than 10 US so I guess I only got partially fleeced.  Next Im going to find out where the vendors get their records, then its on.

WHITE ANIMAL INTERNATIONAL HUSTLING

Sonar 2006.. in Buenos Aires!

Thats right.. they've just anounced that they will be having a Sonar electronic music festival here in Buenos Aires in early March. The same one that I narrowly missed in Barcelona last year that featured 2 many Djs, MIA, Diplo, Subtle, Beans, Mouse on Mars etc. and I'm not missing it this time. The line/up hasn't been announced yet but I'll post it when it comes out. And you know it cant be anywhere near as expensive as it was in BCE. Yeeeah.

The other night Georgia went out in Puerto Iguazu to find the "Brasilian club" where only Brasilians go. We ended up walking forever to the "Tres Fronteras"- a high spot on the Argentine side which overlooks the river and the coasts on the Brasil and Paraguay sides. We found the club, but they wanted 15 pesos to get in! Highway robbery! So we went and hung around the overlook point with a bunch of other cheap locals. Walking back by the downstairs area of the club, though, I noticed what the DJ was bumping. Hard and dirty baille- total Favela style. We had to suck it up and go in. We bought a big Quilmes and stepped to the strobelight-addled dancefloor. The Dejays rocked the most hardcore Baille for like 5 songs. People were into it, but I felt like I was the most stoked. Looking around, it was mostly light skinned, middle-class looking Brasilians. Some were grinding a bit, but none of the full-on sex acts I´d heard of this music inspiring on the dancefloor. Then the DJ switched to sunny Brasilian pop. Now the dancefloor got swamped and people started cheering. I was crestfallen. As the music degenerated from Brasilian pop to typical Buenos Aires techno, It occured to me that maybe baille was not the music of choice for this crowd. It's more that this style has become popular amongst hipsters around in the past year or so thanks to DJs like Diplo. Now that this crude, base music is becoming recognized by music critics and afficionados everywhere, middle class light skinned people in Brazil must feel obligated to listen to it for the first time, if only as a point of national pride. This music of the Favelas, by and for black Brasilians, is the new hot shit and Brasilians who would have scoffed at it a year ago now feel obligated to dance to it in the club. So we had to eat our 15 pesos and listen to Depeche Mode remixes. OK.
Man, all this makes me want to go to Brasil. We mave have to suck it up once again and pay the 100 US for a visa. Fucking American government for screwing it up for us. Whats new?

Minneapolis has the best mainstream radio in the country. It is impossible to not find something listenable at any hour of the day. The best of the lot is "The Current", (streaming here) which is a public radio station which actually plays good music. And they have real djs that actually select songs that they like and sequence themselves (but unlike a lot of those stations like "The Mountain" or whatever in Denver that pretty much base their whole identity on the fact that they are not owned or operated by Clear Channel and have real djs, these guys have good taste. With "The Mountain", it's like "Wow, you guys are sure are independent and for real. And you are still playing the same stupid fucking Bob Seeger song that the radio always plays. Great."). "The Current" generally goes for the jangly indie rock/electro hipster rock/singer songwriter stuff, but they are carefully punctuated by lapses into socially acceptable hip hop. Sometimes the DJs seem a little uninformed about such music (like, "Yeah, Dave, actually the Dilated Peoples aren't any good, but... thanks for trying."), but for the most part it's right on.

The only station I know of like it is the mighty Triple-J (streaming here) the Australian National Public Radio youth station. That thing was a savior while I was sailing along the west coast. We couldn't pick it up while running but in every port we stopped in we'd be rocking it and hearing what was going on with all the fabulous hipsters in Sydney. They play indie rock and underground electronic and rap, with an emphasis on Oz-Rock (the title is unfortunate, like most of the cutesy colloquialisms the Aussies adore). They pick up on new shit waay faster than American radio, and feature artists mainstream radio would never touch. I remember one night we were moored and had gone into town, I think it was Broome, and the rest of the crew went to see some moldy "pub-rock" for like 20 oz bucks. I chose to get take away beer from the "bottle shop" and drink with the abborigines out in the street. Late that night, back on the boat we had all fallen asleep with the radio on. JJJ was playing an interview with Darkthrone and playing their songs. I was pysched. Everyone else was too drunk and tired to switch it off and they all complained of having bad dreams afterwards.

Triple-J also has radio personalities that are acctually funny (I remember this running bit they did where they read the newspaper headlines about the Palestine-Israel situation that involved Israeli prime minister Ariel Sharon. They would pronounce his name as "Sharon" the woman's name, and pictured her as a "bogan babe" {white trash chick} who was always screwing up the peace process like "What's Sharon up to today... lets see, 'Sharon Cancels Mid-East Summit'. Aww, Shazza, what have you done this time?")

The "Hot 100" CD they put out every year is a big deal for people who grew up on the station. Young Australians look back on JJJ and talk about it was Saturday Night Live or something like "Remember when that guy was on? And they did that thing? Classic!" They think back to when JJJ was first playing shit like Radio Birdman and the Ramones.

The hindrance the station has is it's reliance on Australian rock that is hit-and-miss. Australians are fierce about their rock, and though they do listen to some American and British bands, there must be an equal time share given to Oz rock bands and for every rock sensation abroad they have their own homegrown equivalent. This is something else in common with Minneapolis radio: in Minneapolis I think there is a One-Atmosphere-Song-Per-Hour rule there. And a one Obligatory-Reference-to-The-Replacements-per-Discussion-of-Any-New-Band-that-Plays-Guitar rule.

In fact i think there is much comparable between Minnesota and Australia. They are both full of friendly, laid-back white people with funny accents. They enjoy things like rock music, animal husbandry, horticulture, smoking weed (I'm just assuming for the Minnesotans but, come on... they invented the deep fried Snickers Bar), drinking local beers (Leinies in MN, Victoria Bitter or Emu Bitter in Oz), friendly political discourse, and a presenting a smiling, inviting face to non-locals even while subtly trashing, mocking, and making them look foolish their local buddies.

Just so people don't start thinking theyre looking at Pitchfork or something, I'd like to feature something that I've discovered recently that has nothing to do with trendy indie music. Clancy's Fancy Hot Sauce is basically the Nectar of the Gods. I discovered it in its hometown of Ann Arbor Michigan. It was probably in my top five favorite things about Ann Arbor, somewhere between cross country skiing, the 8 ball pub, the food (HA! Sorry, Ann Arborites- Tios sucks, The Fleetwood Diner sucks, and Zingermans is great, but a sandwhich costs 11 dollars and they'll try to sell you on a 7 dollar side of applewood-bacon-studded-chipotle-rubbed-new-potato-salad), and partaking in the age-old tradition of after-hours drinking in the posh ladies room of stately Rackham Hall. Clancy's Fancy is a hometown hero, much like Jeff Daniels, who is from Chelsea and does an evening of amusing stories and musical interludes every Christmas as a fundrasier at The Purple Rose Theatre. But unlike a night of jazz standards and holiday favorites with the star of Aracnophobia, Clancy's Fancy is shockingly good.

Its ingredients list is a battery of sensual delights: Apple Cider Vinegar, Michigan Extra Virgin Olive Oil, Fresh Garlic, Fresh Ginger, Michigan Wildflower honey, Cayenne and Scotch Bonnet Peppers, Orange Juice.

You don't know. Remember when everybody jumped on the Sriracha jock a couple years ago? Once they taste the fanciness, these little black bottles are going to be popping up everywhere and kicking that smug rooster out of every hipster's fridge. That's my prediction for this year. I know what I said last year about Yeungling knocking PBR out of the box didn't really happen, but this one's a lock.

It's time to check in with Che-Wei and Emily, regular contributers to White Animal who may not even know that they are. Emily sent me this link for an online radio station called Resonance FM. Apparantly, this station has good streaming radio. I wouldn't know as I have no time to listen to streaming radio. She also sent me a link to Shak Har Boobis.com which is... oh, don't even bother.

Che-Wei presented me with the latest development in the heady, rarified world of absurd rediculous mash-up projects: Q-Unit. It's an album long pairing of Queen and, you guessed it, G-unit . It will make you stupid. We stayed with Che- Wei recently in Brooklyn and he burned me a copy of Glassbreaks (he had to pull the take the mp3s off his site but here's a Stream of it ) by DJ BC, which is an album of hip hop and drum and bass remixes of Phillip Glass music featuring Tribe, Beasties, Lil
Jon etc. BC is a czech DJ who is also behind the Beatles/Beastie Boys Mash-up project The Beastles . BC seems like an earnest, you may might even say quaint sample artist who probably spends millions of hours making his mixes. It probably takes up all his time between being assailed by beautiful blonde DJ groupies in Prague. Yikes.

Thanks again to Emily and Che-Wei, and if you would like to contribute to White Animal just send links and ideas to emersonbreneman@gmail.com and paypall me 21.99$ for processing fees.

I know i'm not blowing any indie music snobs minds or really anyone's mind with this. In fact, this group really doesn't need shout outs from anyone because they are already a household name in Britain and Europe, have appeared on David Letterman, in the NY Times (but so have Pelican for that matter..), and on NPR but in case you haven't heard this, here's Anthony and the Johnsons. It really is some of the most striking music I've heard lately. LIke another breakout singer of the past years, Joanna Newsome, He/She has an unearthly voice, but this is totally different. It's completely melodramatic and self-indulgant, like "Mother I Can Feel the Soil Falling Over My Head" times a thousand. Antony seems to be an incredible mimic, from song to song you may think you are listening to Billie Holiday, Jeff Buckley, Chet Baker, etc. And there's a black, apocalyptic air about the whole thing that some people might find addictive.

here are some MP3 links (that i've just realized are only irritatingly short samples, but... im too lazy to change the links now)

Hope There's Someone

Spiraling (feat. Devendra "the kind of hippie i want to see burning" Banhart)

For Today I am a Buoy

Yo, have you heard this new Bing Bong Bros joint? Shit is Binoculars.

CONGRATULATIONS TO OUR FRIENDS POORNA AND MATT ON THE BIRTH OF THEIR FIRST BABY SAVANA METRO CEGIELA!  MUCH LOVE TO ALL THREE OF THEM.

No sooner had i compared the "Laffy Taffy" song to Kraftwerk than I found this mashup with "the man machine" on the hollerboards.
And speaking of my musical obessions of the moment, my current Joanna Newsome craze is appeased well by this REGGAETON remix of "Bridges and Baloons"!!! courtesy of the fine folks of Providence's Certified Bananas. Man, If they had played this at that wack mexican bar we were at the other night in the City everything would have been OK.
Well, I just found out there is some crazed DJ party in Philly going on right now. Meanwhile I tried to make an evening of it on State Street rubbing elbows with people from my high school who I didnt want to see (and some girls I REALLY didn't want to see) and various Media PA douchebags. Uh, things arent going right. 

Right now Im in the suburbs of Philadelphia while Genevieve is in Spain... but at least I can download music. Here's what I copped so far:
(Ive added some links to "Radio Blog Club", where you can listen to some of this..)
1.Bjork- Who is it? (Vitalic rmx)=
a french electro-cutioner makes something off "Medula" listenable! And good.
2. .Jason Forrest- Shamelessly exciting=
= leaves his lo-fi shit you already copped off the Cock Rock Disco site (who's been paying attention?) in the dust.
3. .D4L-Shake that Laffy Taffy= we heard this song in the supermarket in brooklyn a few days ago, and i tracked it down. and it's bonkers- sounds like Kraftwerk are in a strip club and doin touchin on all the girls and the bouncers are like "Go ahead, guys."
4. .Woven Hand=- new 16 Horsepower side project is to bluegrass and christianity what Black metal is to Scandinavian Folk and anti-christianity. That's Woven Hand: Christianity; Bluegrass:: Black Metal: Scandinavian Folk; Antichristianity.
5. .Hammers of Misfortune- The Bastard= All the metal kids from Portland have been talking about this forever. Now I see why. I guess the new album isn't all that hot, but this is their first and it's a ROCK OPERA. And what all those metal kids don't know is that the singer sounds like the dude from Dead Can Dance... and that's ok!
6..Minotaur Shock- Nautical=- . Shit was all over the French Press (French Press! Hah.. whew too much coffee today) when we were there. But it's good. 8 bit meets stereophonics in a french rowboat. But it's good.
7. ..Dangerdoom= of course, just like every white college boy in the world right now. I can come to terms with that.
OK, got all that? Now get back at me with other new shit!

Blog of the moment: BEER AND RAP by Sergdun, if only just for the name 

Watching "Deathwatch" the other day started me thinking about the gangsters of Paris. My friend Alain in Paris was obsessed with this book he had found at the bookshop near his apartment in Monmarte about the History of Gangsters in Paris. The book was filled dope photos of these men and women in action and was crazy. Like a french pictoral version of the book "Gangs of New York". I guess the heyday for this subculture was from the turn of the century to the twenties. Around this time, gangs and thugs prowled the then-quite-thugged-out streets around Rue Pigalle. There were the Apaches, who were young street toughs, and there were older dandies of fashion who carried straight razors and hung around the cafes drinking and whoring. There were gang wars based on whether you dressed like a hooligan, sailor or a fancy Parisian pimp. Everyone, though, was marked up with jailhouse tats that recorded their crimes and loves and mottos, things like the francophile equivalent to "Born to Lose" and "FTW". There were famous characters of this scene who had tales told about their evil exploits and appeared as notorious celebrities in the papers. This is a very vague interpretation of what I learned from this book, as it was in french, and the intenet seems to be desperately lacking in information on this subject. There is one good article about the Apaches here
And another about the "Dirty Tricks of the French Apaches" here, presumably so you can try them for yourself.  

WHITE ANIMAL:: FEEL THE RILLNESS 

Brendan as Solange from "The Maids" 

While we were in New York last week,G and I saw her friend Brendan and the rest of the egress theatre co. do a doubleheader production of "DEATHWATCH" and "THE MAIDS" by Jean genet . Shit was pretty intense. I had never heard of Genet but aparantly he was a freak pervert genius, especially in his early work which he wrote while he was in an out of prisons all over europe (we went to prison ON PURPOSE.. get it?). Heres a nice site with lots of quotes: Genet page.


 

Now, Im not a person who has the time or willpower to sit around and play video games most of the time, and I don't imagine most of you are, but at the moment I'm at my mom's house in Media, PA, so for the I officially am that kind of person. My sister showed me KATAMARI DAMACY
and I felt completely justified to be such a person. Have you seen this thing? It will confirm your suspicions that the Japanese have it well over us not just in fucking crazy but in the technological ability to make their brand of fucking crazy into recreational gold. In Katamari Damacy you are the Prince of all Cosmos (or some shit) and you roll around a sticky ball which picks up EVERYTHING. You build up a giant ball of thumbtacks, chopsticks, bottle of green tea, cats, and eventually cars, people and buildings. You do all of this to appease the King of Universe, who occasionally shoots you with royal rainbows and then takes your katamari and turns it into a star. Imagine if the Pizacato 5, mark mothersbaugh, and Kubrick were all candy flipping and thought of a video game. And their minds became wireless transmitters that beamed their ideas straight into your playstation. Thats it. 

The live webcast on http://www.3rdarm.biz last friday was madness.  3 turntables, my laptop, microphones and the "third channel"- another laptop picking up our streaming audio from the web and rebroadcasting it with a 30 second delay.  The result was a noisy, time-distorted phychadelic slopfest which seemed to be the perfect sound for holing up in Arthur's bunker and conjuring up digital juju.

 

Elliot tweaks the third channel and bizamp.

The effects of the third channel

Alex with a huge bag of mutant peanuts

Oh Shit...

This was printed on http://dmbq.net/ a couple days ago. For once, a terrible engrish translation is not funny. At all.

"To whom it may concern.

Thank you for usually patronizing DMBQ.
Today we have to say everybody has regrettable information.

They, members, did from October 12, in the middle of an American tour that
had started from United States San Francisco. While the car that the
member had gotten on heads for New York, Mana Nishiura who was called
drummer China died of the traffic accident on the road in the
Baltimoa district about 1:00PM of American November 4 local Fridays.

We will discontinue all performances of the American tour scheduled at the following due to this accident.

We got the greatly aid from everybody that as a start of the overseas
presence of newborn DMBQ by the reorganized member. It became like
this, new and old parties concerned are very regrettable. About the
activity in the future we will report as soon as it will decide.

We wish to express our gratitude here for your kindness before the
life to Mana Nishiura, and we report respectfully.

November 10, 2005
DMBQ staff"

much respect and love to DMBQ and all their friends

Some good pictures for the "Contra-Bush" protests in Buenos Aires (oh man i cant wait to get down there) are up on Erin and crew's weblog Long Trail to BA, while Kate Mullan continues with good stories and pics on Dala Dala Stops Here.

G and I, by the way, have bought our tickets to Argentina (Jan 3rd) and are strking out for a little roadtrip tommorow. here are the tentative dates:

NOV 10th-13th: Boston
13th-15th: Connecticut
15th-20th: New Yawk
20th-27th: Ill be in Chilly Philly while G is maxing in sunny Spain, so pleeese holler at me, because Holiday-induced depression might be onsetting.
27th-Dec: We'll drive to Ann Arbor Michagan and stay there a while
Christmas: We'll be back in Philly (I think)
New Years: We'll be in Chicago (and Chris Rejano better not convince to take a massive caffiene at pill at 3 am again. We were on our way to a warehouse after-hours which turned out to have a 20 dollar cover. So we went home, Chris went to bed and I was left sitting up all night wide awake, watching and MF Doom DVD with a bellyache.
Jan 3rd-May 3rd: We'll be ghostface in Argentina/Uruguay/etc. Possibly reinacting "The Motorcycle Diaries". Watch out, because I might come back a cold-blooded Marxist Thug. More so.

Our Friend Sharon Niesp gave a poetic reading from a book entitled "Lesbians Over 60 Speak for Themselves", accompanied by a singing and Dancing james Brown doll, both of which were birthday presents from John Waters.  This avant-garde performance took place in the Green room of my fathers's House in Truro, where Jason lives and has of late taken on an atmosphere somewhere between a bohemian coffee house and an episode of "Playboy After Dark", with Jason entertaining various swingers and notables on the local scene, with the occasional groovy dance freakout to swinging hit makers like the Ohio Express and teh 1910 Fruitgum Company.

James would occasionally interject or contribute with a, "ARWWWW! I FEEL GOOD!" and a show stopping little dance. DJ Jason would soflty play the Carpenters during the tearier moments. It was amazing.

WELCOME TO JAMROCK

OK, so the Olneyville Providence Halloween party was hectic. A lot of what you expect- knitted homemade Lightning Bolt outfits, RISD kids in elaborate costumes swilling the cheapest of ghetto booze, noise, chaos, a giant warehouse within stones throw of the Onleyville Hot Wiener system, dozen of bands you've never heard of and a few that you have, Several Jesuses, a Transformer, firecrackers, a lot of 16 year-olds, art damage, Japanese people, a Temporary Autonomous Fort Thunder vibe, guest appearances by aging local punk celebrities, a Haunted House, noise, a lot of that twitching jerking freakout that art school kids call "dancing" when anyone associated with Lightning Bolt or Forcefield collective is doing anything that makes a loud noise.
The Party was held in a giant warehouse that was completely open in the same neighborhood as the Munch Haus and the Dirt Palace. There was a big haunted house on the first floor and then areas for bands to play all around the rest of the building. At any time there were two bands playing at once, and never two bands playing in the same area back to back. So the masses of Olneyville noise punks, RISD girls, local crusties, scenesters from NY and Philly, randoms Oks etc. all decked out in insane costume had to roam all over the building to find the music- everything from total sludge stoner rock, digital glitchcore, spazz-rock squack, deathly eerie ambience, Japanese psychadelia, grind, and not a cover of "Monster Mash" or the Misfits' "Halloween" to be heard. And speaking of novelty, this was a massive at-least-tangentially punk-based costume party and I remember seeing only ONE pirate! That should give you an idea of the originality at work.
Bands were playing outside, in the front hall, all over the place so I didn't get a chance to see them all, but some standouts were: Buddy Ship are a Lightning Bolt side project that sounded.. like Lightning Bolt but a bit more of a art-metal Thrones-y influence. Still a lot of that firecracker/popcorn drum freakout that kids love.
A band who couldn't agree that their name might be "Drunk Mountain" and wore evil costumes (see pics below) and played a music that bridged the gap between Art-school noise rock and sludgey/grindy metal, which was crowd pleasing.
"Unicorn Hard-On" was a one-woman digital beatdown with screamy vocals which I elaborate on below.
Probably the most looked-forward to band of the night for the crusties, hobos and kids visiting from the Cranberry Harvest was "The Body"- a two piece who make a lumbering sonic dinosaur of doom riffs that grow into to steady punishing beats that even the hardcore kids can dance to. To say that their live sound is "atmospheric" doesn't even capture it- they arrived on stage in robes- one black, one white, wearing creepy masks- a bear and rabbit. A dusty, creepy sample track of unintelligble voices ran through the whole set, the cadances of which they used as framework for the low-level room-shaking guitar. When (after minutes of ominous build-up) it would boil over into a fierce stoner beat, the crowd would start to writhe and stagger all over each other. Near the end it seemed that things were getting out of control and that the overcrowded room would erupt into drunken violence, but "The Body" reigned it in and unplugged at just the right moment.
The second floor was kind of the "main stage" where the national touring bands played.
When "an albatross" are removed from the world of Philadelphia scenesterdom and placed within the context of Providence's noise art overkill, they acctually sound OK. In a setting where their theatrics and pretention are comparatively minor, you can focus on the music, which is a studious imitation of grindcore with baroque organ parts (Sharkey said they sound like the Zamboni machine that comes on at half-time in a Hockey game). And despite the fact that the singer always stands on an amp, shirtless, does the Jesus-christ pose, rants about "peace and love and rock and roll" and looks like (another Sharkeyism) Dave Navarro, they couldn't upstage some of the other acts for rockism.
Like "Green Milk from Planet Orange" (I shit you not) a Japanese band touring with them. We saw these guys earlier, in designer ski parkas and nikes with expensive rock haircuts and decided that they were so cool and Japanese that they didn't need to wear costumes. I asked one guy what band he was in and he said "Gleen Milk.. from Planet Olange." What sytle did they play? "Uhh.. kind of ploglock, sometime psychaderic." And they did, but also with boogaloo freakouts and groovy extended bass workouts and frantic screamy vocals. The vocalist came out in the audience with a bullhorn and jabbered and ranted and worked the crowd up into a Biblical psych-rock frenzy, circling around him, stomping and pounding on the floor. Their set, probably the best of the night (rivaled only by The Body), culminated in a Boredoms-like rythmic trance that raised the whole proceeding into something like a holy offering to the gods of amplified noise.
Providence's White Mice played a noisy, very Olneyville ugly rock set that I didn't feel too much (see photos below).
Another Providence disapointment were (i think ) "The Fuzz", who had something to do with Bob from Dropdead but were (in the words of Jay Lawrence) "too dumb to play".
Finally, the last of 20 or more bands was DMBQ . If all the noise and overkill and cheap booze hadn't worn out the crowd already, Japanese rockers DMBQ did with their deafening, theatric heavy rock finale. They sound like Guitar Wolf covering two Led Zeppelin songs at once. At this point a crowd of hundreds had dwindled down to maybe 25 stalwarts. For the last 20 minutes of their DMBQ played an excessive, extended noise climax where they invited the revelers to worships their phallic, vibrating guitars and then finally completely destroyed a brand new drum kit peice by peice. This was eardrum atrition, and the last note of the evening.
Like I said, it was hectic.

some spooky shit

This Transformer dude had to have the best costume... later he was wearing it in the pit... very scary.

and he could really transform..

and Roll Around!

Let the knob tweaking and eardrum bleeding begin, Santa style.

"Hey, I'm just a friendly Tiger."

".. just a tiger." MIke McLaughlin from the Lincoln.

J.C. was a Sexyclash Unicorn. Can't you tell?

Spooky "art".

whoa... Ghost Bike.

Holloween is the day when art fags rise from the dead and are allowed to roam the streets without fear.