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I was listening to Blue Mamba today in the car. What a coincidence. But I'm not downloading that.
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haha.
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i heard it. i liked it. it wasnt the best SS that i have heard, but i liked how you completely made it yours
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haha well yeah it wasn't meant to be anything special or anything, just a quick cover.
we also just covered beefheart... http://www.sendspace.com/file/ddboyj haha. |
I sent the cover to SCG.
I got this: "Thanks for that its really fucked up and unusual best of luck AB" (alan bishop/alvarius b) |
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:) good reply.
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it's actually elektronika demonika, the mp3s i have were labelled as if it was a tape instead of vinyl. sorry. |
Is the Singles Volume 1 CD an ok place to start with these Girls?
I enjoyed the few clips I've heard and the remastering is supposed to be decent. I'd rather start with a great sounding collection than some more expensive disc that sounds like shit. Make up my mind for me. |
That's a really good album, green magnesium.
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Fugazifan (and whoever else), check out master musicians of bukkake... they have strong connections and relations and ties and whatever with sun city girls... alan is all over their only album... it's very SCG-like... good shit...
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will do, and thats a hilarious band name
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a custom-modified Sun City Girls PEZ dispenser.
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http://www.blastitude.com/17/SUBLIMEABDUCTION.htm
gotta love blastitude! excellent article on EVERYTHING sun city girls. you know whats wierd/cool? theres a lotta people who dont know who scg even are, but those that do, you find almost 30 or so percent of the time that thier favorite band is scg! ive had all my friends listen to them. ive got frends who are sworn punks/metal heads, folk freaks, psych heads, noise guys, hip hop, whatever. but no matter what theys wear thier allegiance to, they all have nodded thier heads in approval when listening to something like 'torch of the mystics'. |
Blastitude is amazing, they also run the sun city girls lyrics site.
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it really is dude. best music publication in the world. they champion everything as long as its good. only publication i know of that was on top of american noise early in the decade, champions everything from the greatful dead to esp-disk to scg to harsh noise to whatever. the reviews are always top notch. its actually written by musicians/people who know how to play instruments. i really love that webzine. its perfect. i re-read like everything on there. i used to read the reviews and articles and keep a pen in paper in hand and write down records that sounded interesting for future purpose. ive discovered more cool tunes through that site in the last 14 months than i have my entire life reading shit like the wire, signal to noise, terrorizer, etc.. its the most punk writing youll find anywhere, and truly gives leverage to the fact that "punk" is a mindset, not a sound. it can be found in the early rock and psych music, all over the avant garde, noise, cinema, folk, jazz, whatever. personal fave articles of theres: big flame interview every live report theyve ever done (chicago, new york especially) 23 years of caroliner and speaking of fred anderson... swa ruled actually (70s psych article) 16 bitch pile up interview hisham mayet interview (sublime frequencies filmmaker) ceramic hobs article pengo article orthrelm interview (conducted by weasel walter) i just started reading it last year so i missed like thier first 13 issues, and theyre not longer posted on the net. total bummer. also, does anyone know if theyre not doing blastitude anymore? there hasnt been an update on the site in quite a while. |
Excellent post and I agree 100%.
First discovered Blastitude a couple years ago when reading about a cock e.s.p. side project that was just them recording the sounds of them cooking food. I think it was called "The Culinaries" or something like that. |
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Also, derek, you asked about some covers scissor shock has done, I'll have to wait till I'm at my other computer to give you the others but here's blue mamba again..
http://www.sendspace.com/file/0p3t0p |
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about 10 years ago i borrowed a box of the Cloaven cassettes (not all, but most of them) from an ebay seller, and made cdr copies for him and myself. i keep meaning to write a review of the utterly amazing Brothers Unconnected show i saw, but in the meantime you can see some of the photos i got, which are on my site. |
^Very cool site and photography.
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Amazing. |
X+Y=FUCK YOU
I come from the center of the earth in the language of after death and before birth. The man with the nuclear wallet in his back pocket came closer to Utopia than the supposed 30 billion inhabitants on Planet Earth circa 1939 when 26 billion non-Jews died in an “EAT MY HOLACAUST” when he put it all on red one metaphysical night in Vegas and it came up blacker than the ass of jade earrings worn by the princess of Phnom Penh while the court practiced slam-dunkin' Portuguese generals' colonial skulls into canopic jars made from kabbalistic urns in Bombay by the Zoroastrian diasporadics who became porcelain emperors from the profits of home-grown Earl Moghal tea which was made if you may wonder from the tender stalks of famous comedians' scalps because the Iroquois tribe didn't take to hell the notion that piracy was at its peak in the early 20th Century off Long Island, sounding all too coincidentally similar to an old Richard Harris ballad, cracking on a 78 phono player in the droop bend of the Red leather pantheon bar. Since the year 2323 will be the year of the future the past isn't what it's going to be for all Sinhalese clarinet blowers hopped up on amyl nitrate gang-rapin' the highway from hell to breakfast at the speed of vomiting diamonds or forever hold your peace trains O.J. Love Boat Breakfast Chariots of mired in the mud autobiographically speaking how the shit has no dame to call and say I drug you for the association if the enhancement of mallard rubles, cube steak also has a vision of Siamese phlegm bouncing into limos from Salvation Army Christmas bells autographed by Hans Muslim Andersen. While the balloon full of money floats ever closer to the outwretched palm trees dripping with tabasco floss between your thief and a card face…. The Jack of Plutonium to be precise is towards that elusive garlic bulb necklace around Fela Lugosi's Richard Speckled murder scarf up the feces split into through the capital of Lemuria is Antarctica City with a primate marsupial population of minus 100 below Spiro Agnew of Copperopolis wheel of torture fame catapulted his thyroid blandly upon the ruler of the Wong Dynasty, but Monty Hall wasn't pleased with Pat hijacking that Vanna-American flight to the pituitary gland of Max's Convenience Market or to end-all obtusity radio marti- McGraw due to the lion of Zimbabwe being the only black Russian on the planet, skirt around the muletide, spruce up your glass colon, where a mere comma doesn't stop the bleeding, for an appointment please squat in the street. Quit your grinnin' or drop your linen because the friends at channel eight are watching Westinghouse watch you are the church, I am the steeple open it up and see all the people fighting with margarine moustaches and machete-wielding Moors, who if victorious at the Battle of Tours would've set up a bowling alley in Amsterdam where the freshly beheaded faces would knock down freshly pruned legs, cut above the kneecaps, STRIKE. Three little figs are mine, I eat them all the time, to feel the things I shouldn't, and to flap the wings I couldn't. Do you understand rhythm as it's crawling along your spine? Can you drink Burmese-produced champagne as a dead-again Christian falls from the sky? It's rainin' Satan. Do you understand granite as you grab it with your right hand cuz you fucked up tryin' to fly? If you were a hundred monkeys all rolled into one would you cut your giant tail off or sweep through Wall Street? Crank your soul up about six notches where the sun becomes your tongue. Don't forget to leave me out of your memory, I've had enough of your thoughtless dung. Thunder of wit, tall, etcetera. I ran over my preacher in my Buick Elektra cuz God came down and he talked to me and opened the gates to set me free and I stain the land from sea to shining sea and there once was a man in a bucket, so God put a straw in to suck it, but there also was someone who kicked the bucket and lived to tell God to go FUCK IT. If you can comprehend polyrythmic murder to the tune of ignorance is bliss, you know there will never be a critic who will ever be qualified to critique this. |
Hi, I'm a lurker.
Now, what's this about Chicago??? |
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"These guys SUCK....I can't believe they have records out!" — SNAKEFINGER (3 weeks before his DEATH as he watched SCG live in Phoenix)
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It's hard to choose a favorite sun city girls song, but this version of soi cowboy might be it.. it gives me chills.. I love how fucked up it is...:
http://www.sendspace.com/file/kxtdp8 Anyone want to tab that main riff? |
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i can tab most of that song plus a few more. but it will be in a few days |
i have a few random tracks... thought i had albums of theirs on some hd of mine, but it must be on my old hd... uh, whats the best few albums to start with?
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To start with?
torch of the mystics horse cock phepner self-titled grotto of miracles 330,000 crossdressers... Enjoy. http://stupidd.blogspot.com/2008/07/...cg-albums.html |
thanks much. i think i did download torch of the mystics long ago... it must be on my aussie hd. oh well, thanks for the link too
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no prob bob.
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watch this- http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lTKD4zcMwPY my favorite song. just so perfect and delicate and beautiful. and i love the way alan jerks up and down at the end |
You did? Fuck, sorry about that. I guess I overlooked it, thinking it was something I'd already seen.
And yes that video is beautiful. Damn. |
no problem
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