my new sunn o))) type band... ROBE...
 

http://www.myspace.com/robedot

One of the songs on there ("genital genesis") is similiar to godflesh, but the rest is more of the epic droney cold kinda shit like sunn... a lot of board members on here would probably appreciate it.. we only formed about 2 months ago and already traveled to michigan to play a show and are probably playing around here some more soon.. anyway, check it out..

Sounds awesome!

my new sunn o))) type band... ROBE
is not the best way to invite poeple into listening to your music or is it?

Well, I said it like that because I usually make spastic weird electronic noise shit, so I figured i'd say right out "hey this band is slow and droney".. also, there aren't many bands like sunn, so i personally would want to check out any similiar bands.. except, we have a trombone.

But speaking of sunn, we actually sent a demo to southern lord, haha.

Anyway.. add us and stuff. thanks!

Trombone?Now,that's interesting.I'll check them out in a bit.

Dude that is way cooler/better than that Scissor Shock stuff......no offense. I also like how you listed 70's horror as an influence....fuck yeah. The music sounds creepy and I love creepy.....keep it up.

adam wants to release limited editions of 14 double gatefold vinyl in 7 different colors at $100 dollars each.

will listen to it shortly.

Word. Noise kids will eat that shit up.

"Limited pressing? WTF?"

Cancer Filth needs to get rehearsing if we ever want to be releasing 500 full lengths a year.

naw man, i dont really like the taste of vinyl...

A noise kid totally would make that joke. Probably whilst listening to a limited edition lathe cut 8" by someone with a name like Skull Blood.

both very funny. but i do want that lathe-cut Wolf Eyes thing...
heres a two-parter:
do you have it GC?
is it worth getting on ebay in the future?

Golden Child is too noise for Wolf Eyes. His little sister listens to fucking Merzbow.

yeah right! ...nooooo that can't be..... really?!

Yeah. She was actually in Hair Police for a while but she was tired of their soft aproach to music.

hehe.. at work the mic. starts feedbacking while people are talking into it.
sometimes i really wanna yell. "HELL YEAH! PLAY SOMA THAT NOISE SHIT"
But nobody would understand

which wolf eyes lathe?
there are like a billion.

and acually im giving some stuff i just recorded a good quality control listen, coming out on a limited 10 3"cdr boxset (not even kidding)

me and my sister jammed yesterday, i mic'd up her recorder flute while she played.

er not limited to 10
just 10 3" cdrs in one box
so i guess its a 10x3" if that makes sense

i guess its the most recent of them. shit i can't rememebr what its called. i saw it on ebay.. uhmmm...

wow, i never realized theyhad so many. i am so unexperienced with Wolf Eyes. fucking noise bands realeasing too many things. nevermind.

sweet. it is of yr music right?

yeah in noise its quantity over quality
i try and defeat that.

anyway, the box isnt just me, its 10 different artists each getting their own disc in the set. i guy i know asked me to get on it, and the deadline is sept first so im finishing it up.

and wolf eyes have a new 12" out on sub pop that is really good. i dont really keep up with everything they do, so i dont really know anything about a lathe of theirs.

paragraph 1) hahahahahahahahaa

paragraph 2) killllerrrr. the "sounds of salem" boxset. man that sounds so cheesy. awesome.

paragraph 3) I am yet to hear the Driller 7".. i wanna.. just dont got money. i didnt know the lp was out yet though. cool.

oh its not the lp, its driller its like a single 7" with a song on each side but its 12" size.
its a 45 but the labels are mislabeled 33, but it sound RIPPER on 33

hmmm, i was talking more about southern lord records (what with their sunn o))) black one box set for $145 dollars).

but you know, it aplies to noise to, but instead it's mostly cd-rs instead of 300 gram picture disc vinyls.

EDIT:: nevermind

haha yeah man, i can sorta understand when its some DIY label run out of a garage and thats why they are super limited but southern lord, wft?

and yeah man, i just now responded.

ohhh gotcha.

i fucking hate when (listening to other music) you accidentally leave the player on the wrong speed so you end up listening to (hypothetical instrumental record) the whole way thru and get upset because it was so short.. .then you remember.... "i didnt set the speed". it has happened hundreds of times, with: Outhud, GY!BE, Hangedup, Statues (a local band... not instrumental so i have no clue how i didn't notice)....

what total trash. thats lame as hell.

well, southern lord stuff, for the most part is worth every penny, i got the black one pic disc and boris' pink and they are works of art, some of the most beautifully packaged and pressed vinyls i've got. but sometimes they do go overboard and seem to be greedy sometimes like the black one box set or the white box which, knowing how many people were willing to buy it, only pressed 400 copies which is like nothing and for $77 dollars no less!! for basically 4 vinyl discs!!

which reminds me when homer simpson says something about getting bob seeger's box set "which should have been one disc but the box was nice!"

if your looking for a deal pick up the california 10 lp box, its only 75 dollars and features 20 on californias finest, edition of 1000 put out by RRR, troniks and ground fault.

i havent gotten it yet, but soon hopefully

i suppose if something is multiple vinyls, then i guess 15 dollars a vinyl is reasonable,m but after that yr just fucking greedy. it shouldn't cost more than 15$ for a vinyl, if you ask me. as the great Plan-It-X Records' slogan goes: "If It Aint Cheap, It Ain't Punk...... now, i realize this ain't punk, but the i dea is GOT by you!

(heres something i haven;t said. i i haven't really ever heard Sunn o))), so i haven't followed what they do, SO i wouldn't know if the box set was four hundred vinyls and they were being super awesome about such a low price. hahaha)

i saw that box at kim's nyc, i was tempted but it was beyond my spending money, i could have bought it but then i wouldn't be able to buy anything else.

about sunn o))): the whitebox consists of the vinyl versions of their 2003 and 2004 albums white 1 and 2, which are double-lps each. white 1 has a previously unreleased track, white 2 has a song which appeared on another edition but not on the regular cd one. three of the vinyls are colored white discs and the fourth is a picture disc. the box came with a one of a kind framed photo. one time edition of 450. i have to add that both records are in print and easily available on cd; my point, i guess, it's that if you are charging $77 for a four disc box then why not do an edition of 800; to me, they just did the low edition not for the music but for snobs to look down on however doesn't have it or for people to re-sell it at exorbitant prices on egay (which happened long before the set was sold out, one guy it on ebay two days after the box went on sale for $200). and it's no longer about getting your music out represented the best way as possible, it's just some fucking piece of expensive furniture.

If any label wants to release our shit, tell me.

I'm considering starting a label. I'm a hipster cunt with no talent of my own. I'd release some Adam Cooley shit. What do you play in ROBE?

I play guitar in ROBE.

Do you SHRED?

I ask this because I am far too lazy to check out the music right now.

me too, cause im at work
i look forward to listening eventually...

Haha..

there's some shredding.. but it's at molasses speeds..

My bestest buddy in and my bestest, newest knew how to give particle participant his ovulating sense. Really an acquaintance, persé... I wasn't very acquainted with her though. Buddy wanted sex, and went up to this bitch with, "You have Pepto Bismo!"

She with a confused sigh.

"It's your FUCKING POCKET, BITCH!!!!!!"

Oscillators? Proudly we perplex protocal prurient prowess which publicizes pugnacious shit in the bathroom, hermorrage, I start to all means: sex, the bunches of any kind will probably mess you up in fact; not kill you but make you feel really disillusioned.

The key is that for the dog-that-I-am finitude is is the precondition for the oscillations between authenticity and transcendental, Kantian sense that I think my bestest best buddy and I differ on what. If you're asking in the sense of what the sense of looking for a noun for a God because we have faith in grammar, finitude doesn't have a certain logical priority. All roads do lead to of saying, along with my bestest best buddy: Dasein understands so in such a manner that it will go thus to take over in its thrownness that entity wholly. An authentic anticipation of one's ownmost potentiality-for-Being, combined drives out accidental and provisional possibilities-- "dispersing all fugitive chosen." Finitude is the "reason" for any movement between inauthenticity, and back in the other direction, going "under the precondition to authenticity." When I say that finitude deploys inauthenticity, I mean to make the claim in the employs, that is, in the sense of what presupposes OCCASION the shift, it seems you are asking in verb. (Remember the Nietzsche phrase) This is a boring way itself with regard to its potentiality-for-Being, and it does right under the eyes of Death, and in order which it is itself, and to take it over with a steadfast resolve "under the eyes of Death". Self-concealments. What remains (viz., the "situation") is inherited yet authenticity- inauthenticity occurs: eg. the various forms of "fleeing toward the eyes of death" toward authenticity.

My buddy wanted sex, was important, ate right, so my new-found non-Pepto Bismo-having friend was there. Though, we're barely acquainted.

She with a confused glance.

"Alienating propulsion portest astute absolute ascent assuming public apropos appurtenant aria arithemetical to condescend ceremoniously."

Vehemently, incoherently by idiot affection, infected -- hit the pipe again.

So, we produce veins.

So, we drank ourselves, clubs and fucking each and such. This is what life is turning into: scenery scarce, scenarios we trust. Lies we fuck for appearance's sake to say sorry to spirited sovereign silent sickness surrounded by shitfits with excess surfeit servants and scientific stupiditiy. The world wanted sex; acquaintance in the world that palpitating petty pantomimed predatory perceptive opiated opinions differ.

Not more like someone who was with at all.

But may I need to shit.

Dilemmas.

Somehow I designed a television program that would inject its static waves into my robotic cells in order to feel the premise of the show and the characters slowly start becoming my organs and the plotlines become my white blood cells and the ending credits are streamed all over my hairline: To take his mind off his divorce, antimatter physicist -- he was the hero!!! -- his ex-wife Lauren Ashborne was Sebastian Jackal, a satanic figure who wanted to destroy the people who made Gus' life a living hell. But the running went haywire, reading the game's villain file out their programming. Gus, Lauren, and Peter are then Gus Lloyd! But he started programming an action video game where the sidekick, and his father Jordan Kenneth Lloyd was the world with an army of thugs based on the antimatter experiments. Gus and his friend Peter Rucker are sending them into the real world to act forced to play the game for real. Christoper Loyd smiled.

A girl, "Hey, I know!" said, "No, I don't.." said, "Yes.. it's in ossify ostensable propitious proposals. Autonomous peace puerile prospects. Pulmonary publication puke." As I stroking my own shit, think about what it drugs... the distance. Drinking of poison will cause honesty a lot but may you see confusion? It'll just make fuck for a few days. But, and that was what decided to ask me about it: Friend? Acquaintence. Speaks in gibberish now: "students! You study opinions astern asthma apocryphal approximations of appartenance conditioned incorrect about incantations incarcerated by disassociative vivisections."

So, we shot something in our silly.

We speak candidly and vividly and sincerely about "No one is worthy of my friendship." So, I told the drug that the brain was the ugliest part of her entire body.

Getting kicked out of brains like it's nothing. Has revolved and evolved; all a facade. Facts love to lust after. Soil solids and say souse self-gratificating shit. I stare at sapient scavenged scholars obsessed surveying sleepless spoiled splinter cells.

The end.

That was chapter one for a book I'm not actually writing but I just wrote the entire first chapter for.

Beyond words. Just release half a book. That's so artsy. Hell, one chapter would be the most indie thing you could do. Carve into a 12" LP. Fuck paper. Go vinyl.

Yeah I think I'll just write a bunch of nonsense and release "noise books" that you're meant to read while listening to hours of random feedback cut-ups.