And the Osteopath says...
you're a freak.
of nature and of humanity
you are a sin
to the order and beauty
of the universe.
gasp in astonishment
at the ungodly curvature of my spine
and it seems
that I possess the backbone
of a hulking, great ogre
and have for my whole life
walked and moved
as such.well shit,
I thought
I was pretty
fucking
graceful.
Little Black Book - Pad & Quill
Lomography Redscale XR 35mm - Photo Roundup
HyperQuake Wallpaper
An interesting wallpaper generator here, simple but effective ; )
Full article here : Dirty Mouse
Wallpaper Generator : HyperQuake
Choking Victim Review
I recently discovered an old ska punk band that call themselves Choking Victim, later changed to Leftover Crack though for what reason I do not know, I mean, who on Earth has spare crack? Feel free to let the name put you off 'cause it only goes downhill from here. The lyrics on this album showcase the "squat-core" crust-punk lifestyle of the band, and encompass, in no particular order, love, money, shoplifting, smoking crack and all the shades of filth in between. Hypocritically, Atheism and Satan also both make an appearance. I'll leave you to work that one out.
If you can manage to look past the controversial lyrics and enjoy the music, you'll be treated to some wonderful ska-punk and metal tunes. The biggest downfall of this album however, is not the lyrical content, but the vocals themselves which manage to sound like Janis Joplin's corpse screaming down the microphone for 4 minutes. Now, no offence if that sort of thing does it for you, but as hard as I tried, I couldn’t make myself enjoy the vocals. Which is a real shame because tracks like 5 finger discount and crack rock steady are really catchy. Until that is, you add the horribly delivered lyrics about smoking crack, shooting a policeman, and shoplifting for fun. If you ask me, this album showcases exactly why people don’t take Anarchists seriously, at least, nobody important.
Natt Hinsley - 2010
The Way To Wireless
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Shoreditch Shenanigans
A bunch of photos taken with my trusty 'whiteberry' Bold 9700 whilst roaming the streets of shoreditch : )
Drew
Modern Toss - Urban Shit-Naks
Yesterday my travels took me, and my Alan-loving girlfriend, to the sunny plains of Shoreditch for the Modern Toss Urban Shit-Naks Exhibition. Presented by the good folks at Sabotage Times, this is an honest to goodness celebration of irony and swearing. Mostly swearing.
For the next hour, half maybe if you happen to get bored easily, the words Shit, Cunt, Are You? And yeah will feature heavily. Especially in the obligatory guestbook sitting near the door. Even I could not resist a quick "reviewing your shit. Yeah" I am but a mere mortal after all.
Almost everything there can be purchased as a limited edition letterpress print, numbered and stamped for added authenticity goodness. I challenge anyone with enough money in their account to walk away without one. I couldn't, that's for sure. As an added bonus the guys themselves were there, on hand, to sign any shit-naks you wanted to add value to before selling them on Ebay when your bank statement arrives and I must say, jolly nice fellows they are too. If you like Modern Toss you'll absolutely fucking love this, if you don't you probably won't but then you need to be a genius to work that one out, now do you?
Udder Belly photos
For those who wondered what a giant upside-down cow looks like when it's at home, and the crowd at Beardy Man's gig there ; )
BeardyMan - UdderBelly June 2010
The other night I saw a strange, unshaven man in baggy jeans and a t-shirt blow raspberries into a microphone for two hours and I can tell you this, it rocked my world. One of the things that stood out for me is the unbridled creativity and genuine dedication it takes to just go up on stage without even the vaguest hint of a plan, do your thing, and have everyone there fucking love it. This is the first gig I have ever been to where it genuinely felt like I was in the front room of my mate's house having a laugh and I have to say it was more than refreshing to be a part of the show rather just being 'the audience' and treated like cattle.
The songs were made up on the spot from shouted requests and ingeniously, via tweets throughout the show. Audience members were danced with and ridiculed openly in an unmistakably friendly manner. Everyone laughed and rocked their asses off to the sounds of a happy hardcore Rolf Harris, a Latin Dub Step song advocating the pleasures of dogging and a fantastic rendition of Teardrop by Massive Attack. Really, need I say more?
