Wednesday, December 30, 2009

The last time I heard her giggle. At me. With me. I didn't care. It felt good and I was happy to see her and talk to her and be there.

Monday, December 28, 2009

dead years and dead smiles

The new year is fast approaching and I'm bored for way too much of the time and sad and restless and empty for the rest of the time. Without getting overly dramatic I think the last 6 months of 2009 have been more than a little crazy and I don't remember the first 6.

laughter lines run deeper than skin and the world's just something that the cat dragged in

I've been listening to a fair bit of anarcho punk lately. Not sure yet what this genre entails in terms of music but they have some severely strong political views. Anyway, what is the musical commonality between Aus Rotten, CRASS and Chumbawamba? I'll be fucked if I know but all three are this strange genre called anarcho punk. They hate fascists, rascists and all bad people and seem like nice liberal people. I don't have a problem with NSBM and I don't have a problem with anarcho punk. I like them both but I'm guessing both camps hate each other.

The biggest surprise though was going to these sites and finding out that Chumbawamba is considered punk. WTF! How? This is the same band that made Tub Thumping, Laughter in the Time of War and acapella covers of The Clash. Punk? I didn't think so. Very cool band though and here's them doing an acoustic version of Homophobia

CRASS on the other hand sound like nothing I've ever heard before. At least their early stuff seemed like punk and they slowly moved away to do their own uniquely British sound. I fell in love with this band a while back and this was where it all started pretty much. At least with me listening to punk.

Aus Rotten are angry motherfuckers. And probably vegans and straight edge and everything and also American and hardcore but anarchists and I guess why they're labelled anarcho punk along with everything else ...And Now Back To Our Regular Programming sounds fucking angry and comes with the most scary tobacco ad I've heard.

So anyway, time pass post. and I'll leave you dear diary with the longest album name ever.

Friday, December 25, 2009

a lost case, never found

I used to talk a lot
then stayed silent for too long
I used to bite off more than I could chew
then stopped biting for a time
I washed my best friend's blood
Off my hands and face
Then spoke about it to no one no one no one

I used to play and sing and dance
then stopped it for nothing at all
I used to live in fits and starts
and then stopped to drift
No way was I putting my foot in it
a big ugly festering pool of slime
Instead I washed in her sins and felt clean

I held too many secrets for far too long
Then tried to stop but couldn't
Holding it in is easy when you have practice
But when my brain runs in slow motion
and my tongue starts to wander
I find myself opening the lock on the door
More and more often.

Wednesday, December 23, 2009

THC for one

I think tomorrow's going to be a bit weird. I'll remain discrete as much as I want to tell the whole world about it. You're the only one who'll know. Weird craziness more like. Like.

I found a new band today. New for me at least. O' Death, play some really American music. Bluegrass, country, soul all wrapped up somehow in a punk attitude with some serious songwriting chops. I'm liking this band a lot.

Also, A Girl Called Eddy. This is quite nice. Listening to all this pop music is somehow liberating. I feel gay but I'm okay with it. I'm also really thinking about adding a disclaimer.

I'm very bored. I had a stab at finishing something and couldn't but this band is so good. I'm rambling. Ha. I saw a fantastic movie called The Hurt Locker about a bomb disposal squad of three American soldiers in Iraq. I think my biggest mistake in life was made a long time ago. I think I'm eternally grateful. I think I'm living in fits and starts. I think I should stop but sometimes you just don't want to. I play Mario and can't get past level 4. I play cricket and my shoulder hurts for a day. Fits and starts. Life. Being old means living less? I hope not. I feel particularly young and energetic on a good day but most days are just a bit dull. I do the same things over and over but I wouldn't change a thing. Like the reporter said, “where else will I go?”

I'm also feeling very nostalgic man. I walked by Kanti Sweets the other day looking at my old college. It was reassuring to see a bunch of college kids sitting on the steps of the sweet shop but they were actually eating sweets. The cold badam milk used to be insane there. The coffee used to suck ass.

I cannot tell a lie. I can and I do. I'm going to be telling some whoppers tomorrow at around 10:30 am. Again, you're the only one who knows. The weird craziness never goes away. Not fully. Scott H Biram as another new discovery. Very nice. I think my work is done here now but I'll hang on for a bit. I'm hoping for inspiration but will settle for a good movie. I'm holding my hand over my heart but my fingers are crossed. Can't hold on in this quicksand ground and I'm sinking in it. This year, my big discovery was outlaw country and just plain country.

My work here is done.

Put. That. Coffee. Down. Coffee's for closers only.

Today, I remembered exactly why I love Alec Baldwin. I think anybody who's ever been in a sales situation at work can relate. Awesome dialogues, awesome Baldwin. Fantastic movie.

Saturday, December 19, 2009

close shaves

I just finished a rather fine shave to go along with the one I had yesterday. The lawyer's calling it the hump of the century. I'm glad he managed to fall straight down. A little bit to the left or the right would have been danger.

Today gives fuck all a whole new meaning and depth.

Wednesday, December 16, 2009

Best ofs :)

2009 - extreme metal

1.Goatwhore – Apocalyptic Havoc
(From the album Carving Out The Eyes of God)

The opening riff is one of the most unabashed kick ass riffs I’ve heard all year and this song just makes me want to bang my head. Awesome opener from a great album.

2.Sacrifice – Tetragrammaton
(From the album The Ones I Condemn)

The comeback album of the year and the bands best by a long way. This song is awesome mid pace thrash metal.

3.Napalm Death – Time Waits for No Slave
(From the album time waits for no slave)

It’s Napalm like they’ve always been but also just a little bit better than the last couple of albums.

4.Earth Crisis – To Ashes
(From the album To the Death)

Metal-core in the truest sense of the word. Earth Crisis will kick your head in.

5.Vomitory – Serpents
(From the album Carnage Euphoria)

Old school death metal done superbly

6.Hearse – The Moth
(From the album Single Ticket to Paradise)

This band does not get enough love. Awesome guitar work on this song and Liiva’s vocals have never sounded this good.

7.Martyrdod – Gloria Runt Iris
(From the album Sekt)

Another band that seems to exist only to cause aural carnage. Fantastic.

8.Immortal – Rise of Darkness
(From the album All Shall fall)

Spoke too soon about the Sacrifice. This is probably the comeback of the year)

9.Marduk – Funeral Dawn
(From the album Wormwood)

Marduk has grown in leaps and bounds over the last two albums and this song is pretty much the pinnacle of the new Marduk)

10. - A Sutra of Wounds
(From the album Resplendent Grotesque)

It’s been a great year for extreme metal bands with a slight black metal touch and ’s album has been on my play list all year round.

11.Wolves in the Throne Room – A Looming Resonance
(From the ep Malevolent Grain)

Getting the chick from Hammers of Misfortune to sing over the band’s sludgy black metal was a masterstroke.

12.Anaal Nathrakh – More of Fire than Blood
(From the album In the Constellation of the Black Widow)

Just when I thought I’d be getting a cleaner less dangerous Nathrakh, these two fellows pulled out all the stops and showed off a perfect exercise in brutality. Just awesome from start to finish.

2009 – Sludge, stoner and other heavy shit

1.Giant Squid – Dead Man’s Slough

(From the album The Ichthyologist)

More Tom Waits sounding that sludge but awesome song from a fantastic album)

2.A Storm of Light – Midnight
(From the album Forgive Us Our Trespasses)

Call it whatever you want to but this band blew my mind with their mix of post metal, Neurosis inspired sludge and total Euro doom worship. Awesome shit.

3.16 – Man Interrupted
(From the album Bridges to Burn)

Sludgy heavy goodness.

4.Coalesce – Wild Ox Moan
(From the album Ox)

Down and dirty delta blues done in the band’s very own apocalyptic hardcore style. One of my favourite songs this year from any genre.

5.Keelhaul – THC for One
(From the album Triumphant Return to Obscurity)

The more I heard this album the more I liked it till the liking became a deep love and left me in awe

6.Taint – Black Rain
(From the ep All Bees to the Sea)

Awesome. Never been a fan but this little ep blew my mind

7.Minsk – Three Moons
(From the album Echoes in the Movement of Stone)

This band is getting better and better with every release and the new album is an absolute killer.

8.Kongh – Voice of the Below
(From the album Shadows of the Shapeless)

Kongh just upped the level of their game this year. The album is a monster and this song is brilliant.

9.Salome – With Hell for a Mouth
(From the split album with Thou called Our Enemy Civilisation)

Two of my favourite sludge bands got together this year for a split album that’s been blowing my mind. This is Salome at their best.

10.Gaza – The Meat of a Leg Joint
(From the album He is Never Coming Back)

Second album and this band have already come up with an album that is very very close to being an absolute classic. Fantastic stuff.

11.Cable – The Failed Convict
(From the album The Failed Convict)

Cable’s new album is just a master class in post hardcore sludge songwriting. Must must listen.

12.Shrinebuilder – Blind for all to See
(From the album Shrinebuilder)

This song is driven by Al Cisneros’s bass groove and has a terrific jammy feel pretty much like the entire album.

13.Thou – The Song of Illuminate Darkness
(From the split with Salome called Our Enemy Civilisation)

More awesomeness from Thou. Maybe more melodic than before and probably even more awesome than anything they’ve done before.

iggy and tom and coffee and cigarettes

Sunday, December 13, 2009

Thursday, December 10, 2009

the nights feel empty, the days feel too long, this winter smells of death and I'm all alone

I woke up today with a sore throat, an aching body and a vague feeling of discontent and loss. I guess this is what it means to be old. Maybe.

In my younger days this would have meant getting hammered and maybe doing some hammering. Now I just sit on the computer and update you. I guess this is what it means to be old. Maybe.

I spend far too much time these days hoping for things to be better. It's a sad state of affairs and one I've mostly succumbed to out of choice which only makes it all the more tragic.

Nothing to be done about it
I should just walk a good long ways
But my legs are broken
And have been for days

A hunger which will go unfed
A yearning which will not be trusted
A mistake that I'll pay interest on forever
A hole inside made by the word never

I should just walk away
But I simply don't want to
My legs leave me aching
So what if I did the breaking?

I have the gay. Don't come any closer and if you do, then wear a gas mask or something.


Tuesday, December 01, 2009

La vida no vale nada

i'm tired of this uncertainty
i'm tired of pretending i can take it
i'm tired of my own indifference
i'm scared i sound like an emo kid
Too much pressure too much to consider

I had one of those perfect weekends. Everything went by with no planning or even thought. I went with the flow and it was entertaining from start to finish. I found happiness in the leg of a chicken then surprise at Guzzlers and a stoned giggling bliss all over. Life was almost perfect.

They played Look at Yourself in Guzzlers. Why have I not been there in 13 years?

Finished watching Limits of Control. What a movie. This is the trippy shit. Where story takes backseat to form. I loved it. It seemed like it was about whatever you wanted it to be. And any film that references Stalker is all sorts of win. I wish there was more naked Paz de la Huerta but that's a minor complaint.

Also watching some TV show called Trailer Park Boys. Supposed to be hilarious. So far it's not.

What is this boss?
I don't know chief.
It's new and gets a bit unpleasant now and then.
I think we might have a problem.
Yes, I think we might.

Enough nonsense?
You're asking the wrong guy.

I hope to finish Miike's Izo one of these days. I'm stuck at the 40 minute mark and unable to proceed. Very arty and abstract and doesn't make much sense. I should just watch Gozu again as should everybody. At least once.

Anyway, enough. Later.

Sunday, November 15, 2009

The Boondock Saints

... is pretty much the most fun action movie I've seen since John Rambo. Mindless violence, Italian and Russian gangsters, Irish vigilantes, Billy Connolly as a complete psycho and Willem Dafoe in drag.

Sunday, November 08, 2009

Weekends, The Wire and Bronson

You're sitting in a car.
Your phone starts to ring.
You look.
The call's coming from the back seat.
Do you answer or do you turn around?

A very dull and quiet weekend of hanging out and being peaceful after a particularly crazy friday.

I finished The Wire a while back. It is the best serious TV show I have ever seen. Terrific.

I'm filling you up right now mostly because I have nothing else to do. Seems like a good idea. Do you agree? I'll take your silence for consent shall I? Yes.

Thorns has to be one of the most dissonant black metal bands ever. Damn. Some days it's perfect. Tonight it's not.

So I've been seeing a whole bunch of movies lately. Mostly to make up for the giant gaping hole that the conclusion of The Wire left in me. Most have been crappy or boring. 2 exceptions though.

Bronson, directed by the guy who made the Pusher movies and starring Tom Brady as the titular Charlie Bronson is a pitch black prison comedy based on the real life Michael Peterson. A man who robbed a post office sometime in the 70s and was sentenced to 7 years in prison. As of date he's spent a total of 36 years in jail with 30 of them in solitary. The movie about this mad man is entertaining and funny and held together by an absolutely terrific turn from Tom Brady. He spends a large portion of the film talking directly to the audience and holding forth on his life through voice overs and the whole thing is interspersed with scenes of him in jail fighting with prison guards, getting his ass kicked again and again and going back for more.

The movie isn't perfect. It's not as lean as the Pusher films and has a bloated middle section that drags the movie down. Still, Brady is magnetic in his portrayal and below is a terrific little scene with him and his RocknRolla costar Matt King.

Bronson which became Michael Peterson's street name on the outside seems like a man who has no limits. He wants to be famous and with his constant violence he is soon recognized as Britains most violent man and gets press and coverage in newspapers and tabloids alike. He's happy about this and wants more. There are no apologies or even explanations. A normal childhood, loving parents and just an irrational itch to be famous any way he can.

I loved it.

I also really liked Homicide and King of New York but I'm way too lazy right now.

I think I'll go reward myself.

Wednesday, October 28, 2009

revelations and reality checks

So I turned 30 a couple of days ago. It does not feel any different. It worries me a little that it does not feel any different. I was warned of a very emo birthday morning. That I would spend my time reflecting, brooding, introspecting and enforcing some sort of reality check on myself.

None of that happened. It was business as usual.

Then I was told that it's hard for any of this to happen if you're basically chilling so now I'm waiting for a busy period in life when I will have suitable revelations tied in to my age.

So I figure I'll just chill and wait for it.

Tuesday, October 27, 2009

his last words

When you're 'high'
If you could see what I see
In your unfocused empty child-like eyes
You'd see my father's blue stare
And the horror
Of the loss of language of an educated man
He recited poems and Shakespeare,
Knew the name of every tree in Latin Memory
The unjust cruel sentencing of bewilderment
And the dying of the brain.

When you're 'high'
What do you see

His last words to me from surgery
His last words:

"Burning burning"
"Burning burning"
"Burning burning"

I'm in the flame

"Burning burning"

Tuesday, October 20, 2009

Roots Rock Riot

Just as I was all sad to see that Intronaut wasn't playing Bangalore at GIR I learned that Skindred was playing Oktoberfest this Sunday. Not quite Intronaut but this band never fails to put a smile on my face and Benji has to be one of the best frontmen out there. This is the band doing Ratrace from Roots Rock Riot complete with backing from Cowboy Bebop.

Sunday, October 18, 2009

In Manipal

Something crazy happened last night. I was asleep by 10:30. I don't remember the last time that happened. Sure I woke up at 4:30 and couldn't go back to sleep for a couple of hours but going to sleep that early felt great. Only problem is I think I'll have to come here to sleep like a normal person.

Anyway, I'm off to the lighthouse and beach and anjal fry and beer.

Later dear diary.

Sunday, October 11, 2009


Swans, in their lifetime as a band from 1982 to 1997 set up a template for heavy music that is being ripped off right left and centre in today’s post metal climate. If Neurosis is the one band that just about everybody in this genre has taken from, then Swans comes a close second. Neurosis themselves have been heavily influenced by this band so I guess it all comes down to this.

"Swans are majestic, beautiful looking creatures. With really ugly temperaments."

Michael Gira’s own words to describe why he chose the name Swans for his band. I’m not going to bother you with a factoid dear diary. Instead I hope to talk about the music that this band makes. Gira along with long time guitarist Norman Westberg and Jarboe who joined the band in 1984 made some of the most visceral, beautiful and consistently depressing music ever. The first four albums by the band Filth, Cop, Greed and Holy Money are intense work outs that focus on one hypnotic riff played out over the entirety of the song with Gira shrieking, screaming, ranting and simply speaking over the music. There were no real songs at this point although I think the change started showing itself on 1986s Holy Money with the inclusion of Jarboe and also the addition of acoustic elements into the band’s sound.

What came next is for me the pinnacle of the band’s sound. I prefer cold beautiful Swans to cold ugly Swans and with 1987s Children of God all the way through 1995s The Great Annihilator, Swans were untouchable. Sure, lots of die-hard fans say the band sold out with their one and only album for a major label The Burning World but man, it still has some terrific songs. Forget about Jarboe’s haunting vocal performance “Can’t find my Way Home” (written by Steve Winwood for Blind Faith originally). Instead, listen to the album from start to finish and let it take you on a trip like every Swans album does. Yes, they have proper songs on this one with proper verse chorus structures that are adhered to almost slavishly but the songs despite not really sounding like Swans.

Okay, that sounded like a justification for The Burning World and it probably is. The other albums in that period for the band were much better, particularly the trio of White Light from the Mouth of Infinity, Love of Life and The Great Annihilator. These three albums saw the band mix and match styles old and new where you had gentle acoustics sitting next to abrasive noisy sections with a sprinkling of world music including Trilok Gurtu playing the Tabla on The Burning World.

I guess the biggest difference for me between the first four albums and the next five is that early Swans could tire you out over the course of one song. The clanging industrial nature of the beast coupled with Gira’s vocal performance pushed these songs all too often into a sort of tolerance test. How long can you last before you throw your headphones in the corner, curl up and start to weep? Children of God onwards, the band became more organic and with it the music now lulled you with its beauty and it is only when the album gets over that you realize it’s drained you completely. Like I said, I prefer beautiful but sad Swans any day.

Saturday, October 10, 2009

A very late remembrance

I'm not sure how I went from Swans which I've been listening to non stop from last night to Grip Inc. but I did. Gus Chambers died last year thanks to a lethal mix of his medication with alcohol. Grip Inc. was a band that never got the love it deserved and while Lombardo's entry to the heavy metal hall of fame is unquestionable, Chambers should have got a bit more credit for his work with Grip Inc. Anyway, he's dead now but I would have liked at least one more album from the band. That's all.

This is from the band's last album "Incorporated" and has that guy from Apocalyptica guesting.

Friday, October 09, 2009


I hope I bleed out before I burn
I hope I bleed out before I burn
I hope I bleed out before I burn

I sat by myself. My usual corner at the bar. Alone, waiting for business to arrive. I noticed her walking towards me. Dominic was playing Yellow and this woman knew all the words. Danger, I thought to myself. As she came closer I knew business had arrived. I hoped Dominic wouldn't play any more Coldplay. She sat down, didn't say a word, lit an Ultra Mild and exhaled a thin stream of smoke. The job was simple enough. Something I'd done before, something I knew a few things about. The money wasn't great but I had a pending payment to make on my house. I took it, I did it, cleared the payment and officially became a home owner. All good.

The troubles started a week later. It was ladies night at the bar. I had an off day and the mood was good. Till I saw her. I don't like meeting my clients after a job. Invariably makes things awkward. She walked towards me. Sat down, lit her cigarette. Dominic started playing Yellow again. She sang for the next five minutes. Her cigarette grew ash and lay forgotten. She looked at me with that same dead expression. Said she had another job. Every instinct said no, this was a terrible idea. I shrugged and said sure. It's what I do.

Things were going to go to hell. She was going to screw me over. I knew the score and in knowing thought I'd be prepared. That was my second mistake. By the time I was through with her I'd make a few more.

It was simple enough. I was sure that the knife would try for my back when I set it up. It didn't. Proceeded like clockwork and by the time it was done I was even thinking that maybe I was wrong. Maybe there was no knife.

The Skoda parked outside my house was the first clue. No effort at hiding. I clearly had visitors and I knew who it was. She was sitting on my couch. Smoking her cigarette, listening to her I Pod. I wanted to ask if it was Yellow but the two heavies by her side distracted me. She took off the ear plugs and congratulated me on a job well done. I wanted to smack her across the face and throw her out of my house. I refrained. Stayed my hand. Waited to see if this was a warning, a “I know where you live” kind of deal or something a little more permanent. I never saw the third heavy behind me. Never saw the blow and didn't feel a thing.

I woke up tied to a pole. Head spinning, I could feel the hair at the back of my head matted and thick with dried blood. I heard the click of a zippo opening, a flame as the lighter came to life, the stench of her fuck all cigarette. The bitch was here. In this room.

I passed out again when she stubbed her cigarette out on me. Not very brave. I know.

I fucked up. This was the thought I regained consciousness to. My hands were tied to a pole, I was standing in a bucket of water and thoughts of torture came swiftly. The bitch was standing there. Smoking her cigarette, looking at me. I had a whole bunch of questions but this bitch didn't monologue. She didn't speak. Luckily, there was no torture. Just her heavies working me over. I can take a punch. I'm proud of it. Still, three fists pounding your guts in rotation isn't something you ever want to experience.

I woke up again sick to the stomach. Every heave hurt my insides. I wasn't tied up anymore but it didn't matter. I wouldn't be going anywhere. The shoe came out of nowhere. The contact to my nose was precise. Mashed potato with ketchup. I screamed. Asked her what the fuck she wanted. The next kick had me curled up and I saw Venus when her foot made contact with my head. I felt it bounce off the floor and I truly madly deeply wanted to die.
What happened next only happens in the movies. The hero making a last ditch comeback and managing to survive. Except, I wasn't a hero. Never was. Maybe I deserve everything this bitch is throwing at me. Doesn't mean I have to take it.

I grabbed her foot as she swung
I did the twist and turn till she spun
The heavies weren't around, gone for lunch
I smiled as head hit floor with a crunch

Standing up was difficult. My nose hurt like hell and my insides felt like jelly. The bitch was out. For now. All I wanted to do was get out of there. The questions could wait, she could wait. Get out of there before the gorillas arrive. Too late obviously. I managed to swing at the first guy but it was pretty pathetic. When he hit me, I returned to the floor with something like warm familiarity. The bitch was getting up. I was right back where I started and I was done.

I have no idea what I've done to her. Absolutely none. She seems certain enough and still in no mood to explain. She said it would take me a few hours to bleed out. She said it would give me time to reflect. It doesn't matter anymore. I'm tied up, my insides are slowly spilling out and this is it. When I smell the petrol and see the fire on the outside of the shed I know there are no more comebacks.

I hope I bleed out before I burn
I hope I bleed out before I burn
I hope I bleed out before I burn

Brother, go on

Black Water Rising's debut album has been on my playlist for a while now. This is infectious, catchy hard rock that sounds like the offspring of a three way gang bang between Black Label Society, Alice in Chains and Masters of Reality. This band could be huge.

Monday, October 05, 2009

One day, some day

One day I will give this up.
Not today, not tomorrow
Maybe not even the day after.
One day. Some day.

I hope that one day I'll come up with something absolutely - without a fucking doubt - brilliant to say. Till then, I'll simply have to make do.

... and there's so many many thoughts when I try to go to sleep but with you I start to feel a sort of temporary peace

Tuesday, September 29, 2009

Jess Franco's Snakewoman

Jess Franco is without a doubt the greatest exploitation film maker this world has ever seen. The man is a fucking machine and at 80 is still working on making movies. Snakewoman is Franco's effort from 2005 starring Fata Morgana and Carmen Montes in a movie that is classic Franco except for one glaring factor.

Morgana is a music company rep who comes to the home of a woman who shocked Europe in the 1930s with her bold and raunchy outlook on life. The woman, Oriana, is dead and Morgana wants to buy the rights to her body of work. Right from the opening scene with the drive, a speeding landscape, flamigoes and the weird fucking angle, you know this is a Franco movie. Morgana arrives at the place only to find it abandoned. She's talking to her boss on the phone for a bit before napping in the car while waiting for someone to turn up. What follows next is the most boring opening credit sequence ever with the Snakewoman (Carmen Montes) doing a slow and supposedly seductive dance where she basically moves her hips and butt in an incredibly stiff and forced manner. Erotic, this is not. Still, it is Franco and it is unintentionally hilarious and visually trippy. Morgana's character meets the Snakewoman in the most hilarious sequence ever where our Snakewoman jumps into Morgana's room and promptly writhes all over the floor in a naked frenzy. I guess Franco didn't have the budget for CGI but man, this Snakewoman is lame.

Anyway, the movie moves along at a merry pace with a woman who is clearly insane but also talks about being in love with the Snakewoman, a doctor who doubles up as a monk and spends half the film treating the mad woman and the other half chanting in Latin (especially when Morgana andCarmen Montes are doing their lesbo thing). There's a whole bunch of other stuff as well but most importantly, Morgana falls for the Snakewoman as well and the two proceed to get it on.

Snakewoman has been called a return to form for Franco by many of his fans and its easy to see why. There's a lot here that's vintage Franco from the long sequences with minimal dialogue where nothing happens, full frontal lesbian action and a plot that just about makes the minimum requirement as far as making sense goes. However, the one thing that I found unacceptable about Snakewoman was the women. Fata Morgana andCarmen Montes make for a very insipid couple of lesbians. Let's not even get to the mad woman who also has a scene with the Snakewoman because she is downright ugly. I mean, Lina Romay comes into the movie for 15 minutes as the hilariously named Dr. Van Helsing and is still cuter than all three of these women put together. In the opening scene where we're introduced to the Snakewoman its hard to tell if we're looking at the back of a guy or a girl. Could be either.

This is the man who gave us Soledad Miranda and now he's reduced to working with the likes of Morgana and Montes who are quite frankly boring and very unattractive. This is the main gripe with the movie. The other is that the actual lesbian scenes between the Snakewoman and Fata Morgana look very very fake, forced and really boring (and after Jesse Jane and Belladona's scene in Pirates 2 this really is utter shit).

Yes, in a lot of ways, this is vintage Franco but come on, whats the point of a Franco movie where the women are boring and downright plain? What do beautiful European women do these days anyway? Why are they not acting in Jess Franco movies?

This is for die hards only and even then I was quite disappointed.

Wednesday, September 23, 2009

some more of this and a little more of that

It's incredibly quiet. I hear the occasional footstep. The soft clip-clop of rubber soles and the opening of doors. It's a lot darker here than I'm used to. No shadows. No beams of light. No distractions. If I close my eyes I might actually sleep. I don't like this room.

I went to my bakery in the afternoon. I like an egg puff and machine coffee at about 4. It's a part of my routine whenever I can get away with it. Anyway, last couple of times I've been there, there's been a group of 17 or 18 year olds shouting, laughing, having a good time and very obviously rolling. Different groups too. Then I find out it's common now and the uncle who runs the place was complaining about the boys. I felt very irritated that this was happening in my immediate area . Then I remembered and remembered some more. “Let the little stoners be.” Uncle smiled and started talking about Idukki. “In those days we didn't have all this rizla business you see...”

I intend to have an incredibly long and completely random blog update by the time I pass out.

I think this new The Chasm is quite brilliant.
Fuck! The Chasm is awesome. I'm not going to say that anymore. I'm only going to hope that the world will wake up to one of the trippiest death metal bands ever. New album's better than Spell and probably even better than Conjuration. Stoner death metal. Check this band out already. Yeah okay, one last sentence. This new album by The Chasm is fantastic. Definite top ten for the year. In fact, let's make a list dear diary. I love lists.

Napalm Death – Time Waits for No Slave

Giant Squid – The Ichthyologist
Anaal Nathrakh - In The Constellation Of The Black Widow

Los Natas - El Nuevo Orden De La Libertad

Code - Resplendent Grotesque
Coalesce - Ox
Madder Mortem – Eight Ways
Sacrifice – The Ones I Condemn
The Chasm – Farseeing the Paranormal Abysm

Minsk – With Echoes in the Movement of Stone

Cable – The Failed Convict
Fall of Efrafa – Inle
Wolves in the Throne Room – Black Cascade
Blut Aus Nord – Memoria Vetusta II - Dialogue with the Stars
Absu – Absu
Forsaken – After the Fall
Masters of Reality - Pine/ Cross Dover
Truckfighters - Mania
Vomitory - Carnage Euphoria

Kongh - Shadows of the Shapeless

More like a top 20 but with another 3 months to go that list is subject to change and I'm going to have to remove something to fit the Cobalt in.

Okay, lets name drop some more. The first two albums on that list are insane. Napalm makes me want to break stuff for 50 minutes and then Giant Squid makes me want to sit down in a corner and drift. Awesome by themselves but back to back is insane. I've also been tripping a lot on Farflung. Also, this band called Sula Bassana. Very trippy shit. This band called Men Eater that I'm listening to right now is also pretty good. I've had it for ages but never got round to it. Big booming bass, a creative drummer and big fucking guitars. Some sort of heavy, sludgy, melodic rock. I'm liking it.

I also heard this Finnish band called Katharina today. All girl d beat hardcore punk band. Quite good and really noisy . Then i find out they're all pissed off feminists and I was visualizing tattooed punk rock chicks with Mohawks and safety pins, They look like normal people. I was severely let down.

My fingers smell of Marlboros and so does my shirt. I got a few looks walking up. “You're poisoned,” they said. “What are you doing here?”
Where else would I go?

I really want a cat. Preferably a kitten with the potential for gluttony, sloth and pride in equal measure. I also really want another tattoo.

I saw a man sitting on the steps
Across the road, I was eating crepes
He was drinking black dog, beating a drum

I sensed entertainment waited for it to come
“The Mayans know!” he screamed
The world will end in 2012 it seems

Doomsday prophet, Mayan encyclopedia?
Or just a case of too much wikipedia.

I wish I had another cigarette.

I am stuck in a state of extreme laziness at the moment and am incapable of further thought or action. Farflung used to be a lot more trippy. When Science Fails has a very kraut rock feel to it. Chilled out at some extreme level. I want more rock right now but I think I should also try going to sleep.

Lets see what happens. Hungry. I'm prepared today. Don't go anywhere. I'll only be a couple of hours.

He looked at me like he knew me. Maybe I knew him. Wasn't sure. Couldn't really be bothered. He looked at me and I looked away. Made sure no eye contact happened. He walked on. I felt relieved till I realized he worked there. Chances are I would see him everyday. I think I did know him. Knew him well enough. I don't see him very often though so I'm good.

Amber Asylum
is really awesome when you're tripping your balls off and ready to pass out but I think it's even better when you're sober, bored and can't sleep. Autonomy Suite is just sublime. The whole album actually.

She asked me to kiss her goat.

I said no, I only kiss sheep.
It was the start of something wonderful.