четвер, 21 вересня 2017 р.

BSPH: Harry Crosby - Photoheliograph


This is "Photoheliograph", a poem by Harry Crosby. It was first published in 1928 in a poetry collection titled "Chariot of the Sun". Harry Crosby was an interesting kind of person. Spoiled rich boy with magnetic charisma, eminent taste, uncanny sense of style, mystical edge and that sacramental nag-gnaw - he was one of the stranger fellas of the "make it new" age. He loved women, alcohol, higher state of mind and was basically an epitome of 20s poet self-destructive behavior. He was also founder and editor of Black Sun Press which published such luminaries as Ezra Pound, Hart Crane, James Joyce, D.H. Lawrence and even Ernest Hemingway.

середа, 20 вересня 2017 р.

Four random words in a row

Ginger flattening eyetooth blackout

BSPH: Catholic Discipline - Underground Babylon



Let me tell you about the song that sounds like the best thing ever.

"Underground Babylon" is a song by the band Catholic Discipline. They were an odd new wave / post-punk outfit from LA captured in its ragged glory in Penelope Spheeris seminal punk documentary "The Decline of Western Civilization". In fact - their performance was the best thing in entire film (which is saying something because there are also bands like Black Flag, Circle Jerks, Fear, X and Germs taking down the house) - but Catholic Disciplne stole the show as if it was their goddamn job. Their performance was epic, no less. 

Their name comes from one the Bessy's dayjob occurrences - he found the words "Catholic Discipline" written in the bathroom in "dripping red letters". The band consisted of members of various LA groups who were hanging out together in 1979-1980 - most notably Phranc then of Nervous Gender on guitar, Craig Lee of The Bags on drums, pre-El Vez Robert Lopez (yep) on keyboards and others. And then there was one and only Claude Bessy aka Kickboy Face, editor of Slash Fanzine and the middleman for everyone and everybody - giving hell as if it was his last stand. They all gathered to play music in a different manner than usual - explore that misty something-something. 

Unfortunately the band didn't last long enough to capture their delightful havoc on the proper record - it's natural when you just want to play some music and don't give a damn about such stupid things as commodification of your output for sake of vanity bullshit like fame and fortune. So - aside from ragtag better-than-nothing but hard to find 2004 "Underground Babylon" compilation - "The Decline of Western Civilization" is the only place where you can find their songs in good quality. The fact that we have at least that is already a miracle all things considered. But this is so unfair you might get angry and unable to cool it down... But back to the song.

"Underground Babylon" is an understated epic. It is a punk manifesto of sorts. In its core "Underground Babylon" is a song about a hangover - bound for glory. The protagonist had finally came to senses after the long and winding and rather rough party night (left for your imagination). He doesn't remember what happened exactly but he knows it definitely was quite fun. He then finds a phrase "Babylon Must Fall" written on the mirror with a lipstick and wonders who might did that but not very much, headache creeps. After cleaning up he lays down and succumbs to his thoughts and unintentionally reflects on his life. That thing happens sometimes, it is part of the hangover "fun"-program. He comes to a conclusion that he "regrets" "nothing" - because why bother with such things. Unlike all those "dumbfucks with bland little brains and bland little dreams" - he goes beyond, makes it new, experiments with fear, tastes guilt, tastes death, stands by his doom with nothing but dare...  Because why not? After all - nothing really matters.

It sounds big, jagged, buzzsaw angular, razor sharp in a loving embrace of a subliminal melody entwined with this unmistakable zero-fucks steamroller groove and headache whirling clanging guitar and keyboard combo doing their best impressions of irritating imaginary flies and floaters truly madly deeply in love with bananas. It feels like a culmination of something you have no idea what it is but you feel its immense gurgling shine burning you.

And after listening to it - you feel a little bit lighter.

понеділок, 18 вересня 2017 р.

Bil Sabab Power Hour: Toy Love - Frogs



Sometimes the song just comes to your life and never really goes away even though there is no reason for it to stay. This is how it happened with me and this song.

"Frogs" is a song by a New Zealand punk band Toy Love. I first heard it on a Bomp! anthology many years ago but it was originally recorded in 1979 for seminal New Zealand punk compilation AK79. To this day every time i listen to it - i get the a rush of blood to the head. It is truly intense.

"Frogs" is a "charge of a light brigade" kind of song - straightforward, no-bullshit, exhilarating and epic in the same time. When you hear the song you think "no shit!". It is tough as an avalanche of watermelons - going backwards. As the band leader Chris Knox recalled years later he "tried to imagine the terror of a young girl whose sighting of said amphibians raining from the skies is roundly scorned by authority figures and peers, leading to a complete mental collapse."

The song blasts you off and pummels you to the pulp just because. It is brooding, stomping, crushing extravaganza of guitar, voice, bass, keys and drums. It pounds you to the ground making you believe you're a tree and that's the way it goes. It sounds like a circus with a sisters of mercy rolling in a Hellraiser movie. It crashes everything in sight, then pulls it all together in a ball, jumps on top laughing mad to kick its way deep inside in order to soothe the urge to rock. All while disrupting your perception of reality forever.

"Frogs" is somewhat similarly structured to The Stooges "Sick of You". The intro is purposefully mellow but eerily menacing and then the whole thing turns into relentless onslaught. This song is like experiencing the whole scope of the universe in one gulp - all too much. And that's why it is great.

Rhythm section is like a train - it moves forward with no mercy, you can almost hear the crunching sounds of the bones. Guitar is like a chainsaw that cuts air and turns the whole thing into a bloodbath (you heard right - Toy Love makes the air bleed) while keyboards are like the thing from another world - cold and remote harbinger of doom. There is a fill with a little playful menuet in the middle of the song that comes out of nowhere making feel lost and touched by some kind of tentacle.

Toy Love are stuff of legend in New Zealand - kinda like The Stooges spliced with The Damned except way tougher. If you dare to listen to their anthology you will probably describe it "raw, brutal, rough and bloody". This is punk rock music that is dead set to "shoot, knife, strangle, beat and crucify" the mind - it really pushes listener to the limit without going overboard with noise. No sissy pussy larva lambda.

неділя, 17 вересня 2017 р.

Bil Sabab Power Hour: Тартак - О-ля-ля



You know i'm from Ukraine - the land where Ween songs are reality. It's fun to be here 'cause it absolutely sucks. I hate it here. But there are some stuff worth sharing. Like this song.

"O-la-la" is a song by ukrainian hip-hop alt-rock band Tartak. It was released on their long-overdue debut album "Demo_graphic explosion" in 2001 but the video for the song was rolling the airwaves since at least 2000 and the song dates back to 1997.

"O-la-la" isa song about the most important thing - maladies of modernity. Or what Nathan Rabin might call "INEXORABLE HORROR". Protagonist feels a certain kind of unease. The one that is completely existential and utterly superfluous. Because he's a sensitive kind of person. Also known as a whiny wimp. Things are changing at starfish fight pace and nothing makes any sense. And he tries and he tries and he tries to make something out of it but no no no. He can't get no satisfaction. Nothing makes any sense anyway and that makes him very sad. He feels helpless. That's why finds some solace in drugs and sloth and sometimes hapless pointless shopping. Basically he just lives out his days without an effort - just being pitiful and rather spiteful. Despite all his rage he's still just a rat in a cage. And so on. Despite the song being rather old - it's topic is still not a relic of the past. And that hurts.

Video is basically literal depiction of the song in low-budget general terms. It is "Life is what you make it" story with an apparent struggle of light and dark sides. No mention of social inequality or other beacons of reality though. Also - the song sounds as if the guy was talking french. I'm noting that because one of my teachers in school actually tried to convince everybody that it was actually sang in french. I still remember the horror of realizing that that person is fucking dumb. I felt anxious for a while and had no idea what to do next with this knowledge.

Musically "O-la-la" is straightforward but mean alt-rock tune with some tasty breakbeat in the backbone, some fat melting guitars and lightning fast intense flow of rapping. The groove is like a grinder of reality that turns you into a minced meat once in a while. Guitar work is particulary to-the-point. It really sounds like roaring depression the grabs your throat and chokes you only to slam against the floor at the last moment. Guitar solo is especially desperate. It is recursive neverending whirl that just goes on and on - sucking you dry and turning you inside out.

Tartak is a strange case of a band slowly devolving from progressive sounding socially conscious force of nature into radically unremarkable shell of itself with heavy reliance on lame jokes and hoo-ha imagery. But they started strong - their debut is all-killer no-filler kind of album. After that they had a cool spot here and there, tried their best to remain relevant but slowly and surely turned into politically-correct nothing-special middle-of-the-road drab that is kinda there but no one cares about it. Well, that's called "vae victis", bro.

Here's a video of early Tartak line-up performing early more laidback version of the song on Chervona Ruta festival in 1997:


I remember this song playing on TV almost every day and i liked it so much i even tried to mimic the flow of the frontman. It sounded fresh. It still hold up pretty well. It's a great example of then-thriving ukrainian hip-hop with clear-cut narrative with sly social commentary augmented greatly by rich and diverse vocabulary of frontman Oleksandr Polozhynskiy. Damn, that man had some style. For a while i thought that he must be something like ukrainian equivalent of Henry Rollins - big imposing angry dude who says it best.

Give it a listen and go on with your life.

P.S.: Few years later - i guess it was 2004 or 2005 - the band went out of their underground shells and recorded Christmas-themed cover of Nirvana's "Smells Like Teen Spirit". 


субота, 16 вересня 2017 р.

CATTYWAMPUS BUMFUZZLE: TARADIDDLE!

So - Prophets of Rage is a thing that exists, apparently. There are formerly respectable people involved. But they seem to be unaware of the fact that they're a bit obsolete in their message and intent. But i don't care. It's none of my business. No offense to Prophets of Rage.

IMHO, Tom Morello is good at making various odd guitar sounds and bad at writing actual songs. He's no Steve Stevens. So - why wouldn't he actually focus on various odd guitar sounds instead of writing painfully bad songs? I mean - man gotta know his limitations.

This photo was the tipping point of pointlessness. Come on! It is ridiculous. It begs to be memefied. I thought about it for a moment and then it struck me - i need to look at the dictionary. What i say was the word TARADIDDLE. It means "bullshit". Then i opened random pages and stumbled upon CATTYWAMPUS and BUMFUZZLE. That was it. This is the phrase that needs to memefied.

CATTYWAMPUS BUMFUZZLE: TARADIDDLE!

CATTYWAMPUS BUMFUZZLE: TARADIDDLE!

CATTYWAMPUS BUMFUZZLE: TARADIDDLE!

CATTYWAMPUS BUMFUZZLE: TARADIDDLE!



четвер, 14 вересня 2017 р.

LET'S PUT SUM.IN.UA INTO WAYBACK MACHINE!

I'm a kind of person who has quite a relationship with all sorts of dictionaries. I love reading dictionaries. I like to learn meanings of random words for no reason at all. That's my kind of fun.

Recently i was trying rewrite one little poem in Ukrainian. I wanted to make a bit more sophisticated in terms of word use. My intention was to mix words from different dialects of Ukrainian so it would add another layer narrative by jumping from one territory to another. I wasn't my computer so there was Lingvo to back me up and didn't had access to any of my paper dictionaries. So i was using SUM.IN.UA. It is a dictionary of modern ukrainian. To be honest it is not that modern anymore but that is the best we have at the moment since new dictionary of modern ukrainian language is a bit caught in the turnaround deep in the development hell.

So - i wanted to find a meaning of particular word and instead moving to the page of the word i get ERROR 503. And i think "Sweet jumping George O'Twang! What!? Why?". I got hot instantly and was very frustrated by this sad event. The fury i felt was severe. I've tried to refresh the page numerous times and every i got just another ERROR 503. Finally it struck me - "i need to go to the Wayback Machine!". Because this site is very important so it is probably archived very well and i can find a copy of a page i need there. And so i go to the Wayback Machine and insert the link i need - and i get nothing because this particular was never archived. It was depressing to say least. And then looked at the archival stats of the whole site and it was like 50 pages or something. 50 pages of a dictionary with several hundred thousand words. It is mindnumbing. It makes you think this: "Eh... ... ...Vavoom Snikt Bamf!" and then you experience the void in your soul that will never go away.

OK then. What shall we do now? Shall we buy a new guitar? Nah! I'm gonna put SUM.IN.UA in its glorious entirety into Wayback Machine. I will put certain amount of pages every day and i will do it until i will run out of pages to archive. That is my new version of fun.

LET'S PUT SUM.IN.UA INTO WAYBACK MACHINE!

My Favorite Things: Louis Phillips

Sometimes you can stumble upon something that otherwise you might not even notice. Sometimes it happens that way. And it kicks you right in the gut as if it was exactly what you need at the moment.

This is one hell of a wordplay from great Louis Phillips:

"Robinson Caruso -- novel about an opera singer stranded on a desert island."
The more i think about it - the more i like it.


Bil Sabab Power Hour: Pantera - Avoid the Light


"Avoid the Light" is a song by seminal heavy metal outfit Pantera.  It was released in 2000 on the Dracula 2000 soundtrack. It was a time when movies had tie-in soundtracks jam-packed with some rather inspired choices (the very same soundtrack contained modern Slayer classic "Bloodline" and System of a Down rendition of Berlin's "Metro") mixed with some utterly unbearable filler in a form then-unescapable post-grunge and nu-metal schlock. 

It was a very complicated time for the band. They came out of extensive hiatus due interpersonal tensions and drug issues and started recording what was to become their final record "Reinventing the Steel" which was rather underwhelming all things considered. That's why "Avoid the Light" got lost in the shuffle and was quickly forgotten. It was never released outside of Dracula 2000 soundtrack (except for the accompanying single for the album boxset released in 2015). Today it is fondly remembered by the few and sometimes mentioned in general overviews and soundtrack reviews. It is truly one of the best Pantera tunes - but it is still on the margins of their canon - even more than their dreadful "80's" era. It is quite unfair.

Listen to this song. It is amazing piece. "Avoid the Light" is a master-class of multi-layered songwriting. It is a vertical slice of Pantera's style. It contains everything that made them tick - twisted soulful tunes combined with hard-edged aggressive power-chord takedowns and intense rhythms paired with expressive soloing and colored by dynamic shifts and uncanny technical equilibrism. Basically every trick of their book is in this song (except for Seth Putnam, duh).

It builds up gradually and moves naturally. Every part of the songs adds something new - everything moves forward. From gothic arcane acoustic intro to the heavily distorted first part of the verses to disorienting whirling second part of the verses to the tragic stabilizing and somewhat stilted choruses to emotional interlude which sums up the story to truly operatic solo which basically tells the whole thing from the different perspective. It is impressive to say the least. 

The guitar work is exceptional even by Dimebag Darrell standards - so many different techniques are used - you have pitchshifting squealing, digital manipulations, walls of distortion, acoustic fills, dramatic soloing. Drum pattern is also very dynamic - ranging from thundering stomp to bone crushing blasting double bass to simple 4x4 backbeat. Phil Anselmo's vocals are quite diverse and more akin to things he did on his side releases - there are some backwards talk, extensive double tracking, shrieks and growls combined. Bass line keeps it all together in a really tight knot - it adds up a lot to the guitar solo in the middle and gets some tasty fills here and there all over the song.

"Avoid the Light" is exceptional song that is criminally little-known. It deserves more exposure and i hope this little post will help. 

середа, 13 вересня 2017 р.

Just do it

BUTTONHOLE STITCHING

My Favorite Things: All you need is simple typographic rendition of "Moo" two times

Surfing through old literary magazines is fun. You can find all sorts of great stuff. Some old stuff by writers you know  or just casually discover something exciting at every corner. You can read opinion pieces on then-current events that were definitely overblown, you can read reviews of the books you will probably never read (unless they're on Eclipse or Ubu or Archive.org) and then you can stumble upon something that will make feel stuck in the moment long past. 

вівторок, 12 вересня 2017 р.

Bil Sabab Power Hour: Revolting Cocks - Gila Copter Version 2



Sometimes if you dig deep enough - you may find a gem. Revolting Cocks catalogue is a treasure trove of gems.

"Gila Copter" is a blast of a hypnotic whirls. A monotonuos stomper with a catchy riff and preaching tirade about everything and nothing in particular from Saint Timothy Leary. He delivers the message in his usual style although it is presented as a intervention inside your head. However it is a little bit underwhelming in terms of meaning - mostly it is just general ramblings. They sound good because the groove is on but otherwise - it is rubbish. However, there is an alternative version of the song - also known Version 2 - released on "Crackin' Up" single. It is way better than the album version.

Basically it's a short primer on Leary's key concepts. Around the same he released seminal educational video "How to Operate your Brain" which was made in the same style but with acid shiny cyberdelic visuals by RetinaLogic. So this song is a teaser of sorts. Since there are no transcribed lyrics for this song, let me provide with a short retelling of all major messages:

  • There are One Hundred Billion Galaxies in the Universe
  • Basic nature of the universe is chaos
  • Chaos is good.
  • You must learn to design chaos
  • Human brain contain one hundred billions of neutrons. Each neutron has thousands of connections to every other neutron
  • There are more connections in the human brain than there are atoms in the universe
  • Basic nature of the human brain is chaos.
  • Function of the brain is to design reality
  • You need to learn to operate your brain. Operate your eyeballs.
  • Eyes are windows of your brain and your soul
  • Your brain loves light. It feeds on light. Your eyeballs are hungry for light. Turn to the light. 
  • Human brain looks through the windows of the eyes. Brain loves to look through.
  • Illumination - Revelation.
  • Who controls your eyeballs - controls your mind, your brain

While it is not all that revelatory - it is positively inspiring. Leary is not a greedy preacher who says stuff to use you. He's a kind of man who knows he can't actually lead you to any kind of revelation but he knows how he got his own and so he shares his experiences hoping that it might you in your journey. And this is a good thing.

субота, 2 вересня 2017 р.

Imaginary collage film

I really like imagining parts of films tied together into something. I call it thought collages.
I don't do them for real because Internet is already full of supercuts and it takes too much time to make something this useless. I'd better just do my own film instead. But as a thought experiment - it is as good as it gets. 

How it works. 
The order of the films on the list is the structure of an imaginary film. First film on the list is the opening sequence, second is second, etc. 
Basically any scene from the film can be taken and put into place - it all depends on particular taste and peculiar smarm. 

Here it is:
  • Christopher Smith - Triangle 2009
  • Andrew Shortell- Psych:9 2010
  • Vladan Nikolic - Zenith 2010
  • Isaac Florentine - Ninja 2: Shadow of a Tear 2012
  • Jack Heller - Enther Nowhere 2011
  • Evan Kelly - Corridor 2010
  • Guiseppe Capotondi - Double Hour 2009
  • Robert Pratten - Mindflesh 2008
  • John Hyams - Universal Soldier: Day of Reckoning 2012
  • Mitchell Lichtenstein - Teeth 2007
  • Benson\Moorehead - Resolution 2012
  • Russell Mulcahy - Give 'Em Hell, Malone 2009
  • James Ward Byrkit - Coherence 2013
  • John August - The Nines 2007
  • Jamin Winans - Ink 2009
  • Quentin Dupieux - Rubber 2010
  • Shion Sono - Why don't you play in hell? 2013
  • Michelangelo Frammartino - Le Quattro Volte 2010
  • Neveldine\Taylor - Crank 2006

пʼятниця, 1 вересня 2017 р.

My favorite things: Rooster attacks, kills and eats Cobra

A BIT OF REALITY.

This is rather puzzling moment in my life. I'm in a place which is very unfriendly to me to say the least. I'm in the NGO which deals with Judicial reform and it doesn't really seem like they really want me to be here. Or to make difference in their field. I guess they just want to hang out on grants and i'm kinda irriting in my overzealousness to do something. And so i'm sitting here - getting treated like a fucking piece of shit who don't belong here for no reason at all. Why people are so mean? It is not fair. I'm not fucking with them, i'm not screwing their work, i'm not bullying anybody - i'm doing my job and the workload doesn't leave much space for extra activities. I'm writing this because there is nothing for me to write about at the moment. I need to write this down because i can't keep it inside of me anymore.

Basically the only thing i really can do is writing - that means my career opportunities are rather limited. I was hired to write stuff. Because i know how to write an awesome article. But there is a catch. I can't write a good article if you mess with me the hard way. I can't read anybodys thoughts and i trust my gut when it comes to writing - thats the way i am. I'm doing it for long enough to be confident in my skills. But then over and over again i get discouraged and plain shamed for my writing skills as if i was a first-year student interning. Why? I wasn't the only person to apply to position - i guess there were many others who were a better fitting for it - but i got the position and then something strange happened because the whole team is acting hostile towards me. As if i was brought in as a result of executive meddling. I keep hearing "You know nothing", "You don't get it", "This sucks, rewrite it again" -  that's rude. I may be new to the topic but i'm no stupid. And if asking something you can at least point me out where i can look it up. You don't need to remind that i don't belong here every moment.

Why the hell should be in such unpleasant place? Why the fuck should i tolerate such attitude? Down with it. Watch this video:



This is my pep talk of the day. Rooster got intimidated by the cobra. And what was his reaction? Just bite dat mofo, lay smackdown on him and then eat him because being bully is bad for life. Kinda like that.


Zur-En-Arrh Transmission: Assorted list of poems


some good poems:
  • Robert Frost - The Sound of the Trees
  • Lorine Niedecker - Poet’s work
  • Carl Sandburg - Li Po and Lao Tse Come to Nebraska
  • Frank Lima - This Is a Poem About My Life
  • T.S. Eliot - The Boston Evening Transcript
  • Rae Armantrout - Anti-Short Story
  • Charles Bernstein - Questionnaire
  • Diane Wakovski - Dancing on the grave of a son of a bitch
  • Denise Levertov - Clouds
  • Ezra Pound - Middle-Aged: A Study in an Emotion
  • Hart Crane - Chaplinesque
  • Basil Bunting - The Word
  • Carl Rakosi - In What Sense I Am I
  • Anne Waldman - Makeup on Empty Space
  • William Carlos Williams - Complete Destruction
  • Kenneth Koch - The Magic of Numbers
  • Ron Padgett - Talking to Vladimir Mayakovsky
  • Charles Bukowski - Small Conversation In The Afternoon With John Fante
  • Diane De Prima - An Exercise in Love
  • Richard Brautigan - December 30
  • Barbara Guest - Barrels
  • Lew Welch - Circle Poems
  • Louis Zukofsky - The Old Poet Moves to a New Apartment 14 Times
  • Ted Berrigan - People who died
  • Aram Saroyan - Lighght
  • George Oppen - Five Poems about Poetry
  • Eugen Gomringer - Silence
  • Tom Clark - Terminator Too
  • Charles Reznikoff - Domestic Scenes
  • Kenneth Patchen - The Murder of Two Men by a Young Kid Wearing Lemon-colored Gloves
  • William Carlos Williams - A Portrait of a Woman in Bed
  • May Swenson - Analysis of Baseball
  • Alice Notley - The Ten Best Issues of Comic Books
  • Ezra Pound - Pagani's, November 8
  • Robert Creeley - The end

середа, 23 серпня 2017 р.

Bil Sabab Power Hour: Pink Guy Raps Absurd Porn Titles



#ВсіЙдутьДоMuMuLand #ЗробитиМій99

You know FilthyFrank. He's the best out there in Internet. The video "Pink Guy Raps Absurd Porn Titles" is not one of his best. But it presents curious artistic technique known as reading through the titles. It is stupid as hell but incredibly funny if you get the right topic. If not - it still funny And what source can offer better titles than pornography? Frank Zappa probably, but porn is a good source too.

The result is barely lash trembling. The majority of the titles are trying so hard to be nasty and disgusting it falls flat and makes you a little existential in the shade of pointless vanity rolling backwards on the loop. These titles fail so hard - chances are their fall will never end because they're denied of proper thump. The others are too awkward to imagine - as if someone was trying really hard to make it search-friendly. Anyway - the whole thing is good for occassional performances.

That's a paradox. It consists of bad material but ultimately transcends into a good thing. Damn!

неділя, 20 серпня 2017 р.

Russell Jaffe's Five Word Story Challenge

You all know six word stories. It is bullshit. They usually suck although they shouldn't but for some arcane reason it always happens that way - no matter how hard you try to charge the narrative and pack the punch - it is always a whimper and never a reality warp.

Its joke is in its elusive nature. It seems to be simple but it is beyond simple. It is nothing and all you get is what you make of it on your own. A literary equavalent of placebo. Down with it.

But what if we take away one word? That makes a five word story. Is any different? Not exactly but who cares? 

Russell Jaffe aka editor of TL;DR magazine had posted on his FB-account a challenge to write some five word stories because six word story format is not enough anymore anyway.

my entries:
  1. nightfall. pounding blue hand bulge. 
  2. flytrap licker hugs chalk dancing. 
  3. horseradish daisies decay. orangutang blushed. 
  4. blurt entropy - chops horrors. duck. 
  5. fix gloomy blankly. eerie wink.
  6. octopus drops blood. perfect smile.
  7. Estimate pineapple. Moan blow. Fumbling
  8. humble glimmer fright. bitter gaunt (silence). 
  9. frisky heart jerk. hatchet elevation.
  10. twisted clouds hoop. pinch. smirk.

пʼятниця, 18 серпня 2017 р.

My Favorite Things: Trucker Fags Maze!


Here's a little funny maze from the Jim Goad's comic Trucker Fags in Denial. It is what it says on the tin - it's about a couple of hard working manly-man truckers Butch and Petey. They hate those fags. They hate them so much they can't sleep, can't eat, can't do anything. They complain about their hate a lot. Eventually they get their own grotesque Brokeback Mountain. Trucker Fags in Denial is hilarious. Check it out - it worth seeing if not for its politics then for its scathing humour.

As for the maze itself - try to imagine a large truck running around in the maze. It's surreal. Thinking about makes the world a better place. Due to the fact that there's coffee in the end - it easily can be considered Lynchian. Why? Because reasons. Agent Cooper would've walked throught the maze in search of coffee. 



четвер, 17 серпня 2017 р.

Bil Sabab Power Hour: Watarase - Itabashi / Moriyama

Tough existential things and shit...
Typing ensues...

Got a new job and i feel like a dummy all the time because i out of my comfort zone. And then - all over the sudden - i don't know which version of Watarase i like more.
The one performed by Takeo Moriyama or the one performed by Fumio Itabashi.
Damn!

субота, 12 серпня 2017 р.

Bil Sabab Power Hour: Mingus Big Band - Moanin'



Mingus Big Band got some style. Considering that The Main Man was long gone by the time of the recording - it is incredible how precise is delivery. Ronnie Cuber is the leading man on the piece and he delivers one of the most intense sax parts outside of 'Trane.

пʼятниця, 11 серпня 2017 р.

My favorite things: Online Cat Purr Generator and Dreams of Steve Reich Minimalism


Cats are something of a herrenvolk of Internet. No one can stand against the almighty memes about cats. Grumpy cat, LOLcat, Henri le chat noir, etc. Cats are good and there is nothing you can do about it. One can listen to their signature purr to the end of the world.

But how about online cat purr generator? There goes uncanny valley. It sounds legit. But why would you need something like that? I mean - it is pointless. If only you are into sound experimentation - then you can make it tick into different direction.

Do you remember Steve Reich? He had some minimalist conceptual pieces like "Come out" and "It's Gonna Rain" which took a little soundbite and turned them into phasing ripping roaring masterpieces of hypnotizing beauty. How about making the same thing with cat's purr? Think about it. Overlapping, phasing streams of cat purr.


середа, 9 серпня 2017 р.

Things to do with a banana


Holy smoke! Banana Pow Wow Wow! This is the beginning of something exciting. Or is it?

I've found this thing in a Weird Universe newsletter (it is worth subscribing). It is a bit hillarious but not so much, especially on a second reading (yes, i did it - sue me). 

субота, 5 серпня 2017 р.

Bil Sabab Power Hour: Rollins Band - Ghost Rider


You know Henry Rollins. He's a hulky-bulky ultra mega tattoed guy (he's got Einstuerzende Neubauten logo on his arm!! so edgy!) who usually says spectacularly obvious but nevertheless quite rational things with his commanding thunderous voice and really-really dislikes techno music (never forget). He also fronted goddamn Black Flag. And then he had his own outfit aptly called Rollins Band. It was good up until it was substituted by Mother Superior (which was good in its own right but sounded mostly really lame and predictable).

Among other things Rollins Band had a superpower of performing other people's songs better than the real thing. Because why bother doing it if you're not doubling the stakes.


пʼятниця, 4 серпня 2017 р.

Rives - Typographical Fairy Tale



Here's one old TED video where the man who calls himself Rives tells rather uninspiring, astoundingly ordinary story (boy meets girl, it's complicated, etc. hush, nah nah-nah-nah, nah-nah-nah nah-nah) with a little help of these weird symbols known as emoticons.

When I first saw it - i was embarrassed. It was years before i started to write, but even then i thought it was a pitiful waste of form. Those emoticons weren't necessary to tell a story. It was a nice thing but nothing else. It was "meh". I've stumbled upon it once again few days ago and was puzzled. It was not bad - just underwhelmingly nothing special.

But it is a good example of wasting potential of the medium. Emoticons weren't used properly in this story. They were just a supplement to the traditional narrative. They were there to illustrate it - not to expand or diversify. There was no intention to explore that narrative in the realm of emoticons and express it using its possibilities.

Here's a thing: emoticons are incredible form of communication. There are so many interpretations for every sign. With its help you can draw emotional kaleidoscopes, frantic rollercoaster rides - you don't need to bend it into something coherent, something embroiled with straightforward narrative - you just need to embrace its major advantage - typographic depiction of emotional states and other things (such as "ponytail" or "dire state of things"). It cannot be instantly understood - some emoticons are easier to decipher, other are tougher to break, some are simply uncomprehensible. But that what makes them so powerful. It is always alien in some.

And the feeling that comes with attempts to understand alienating form of message - is interesting to say the least. The whole experience is worth trying because of that - trying to figure out what exactly this thing could mean. And the fact it is still underutilized is quite sad.

середа, 2 серпня 2017 р.

My Favorite Things: Two color poems by Nico Vassilakis

As a person with rather brutal case of synesthesia - i see no difference between any piece of art i perceive. No matter what it is - my brain will blow it up as if i was on DMT. Sometimes it happens in more distinct ways, sometimes it is not that exciting, other times it is no good at all but it happens all the time and to be honest it really drains you. I guess it is one of the reasons why i love noise music so much - it gives me such an overload that i actually can relax. (And write a guide to Merzbow. I'm a sad person.) 

The problem with my synesthesia is that there are no certain rules to it. It just happen at random. I can look at the cloud and get what may be considered as high. Or i can just walk on the street and it will struck me and i will not even have an idea what was the trigger - just the feeling of something really-really exciting and inspiring occurred and went away. It is really irritating at times but it doesn't really matter. I don't want to talk about it. It's just an introduction. 

***
Color is something we take for granted. We don't really think about it. And when we think about it - it is kinda not very exciting. And when somebody tries to pin it down and explain - it is boring and unnecessary. The mystery of color will forever stay beyond comprehension.

If there is one thing for sure - it is that color poems are actually criminally underutilized. I'm not talking about use of color in poetry. I'm talking about written set of colors in a form of a poem. Aside from pranks - all i could think of were a couple of poems by Nico Vassilakis and obviosly enough titles of abstract expressionist paintings or a better half of Piet Mondian body of work. Which is strange considering the conceptual potential of color. It is so enigmatic it should be on the frontline of experimental writing just because.

Color poems are fun to read. I really like to gaze through certain parts of Piet Mondrian or Barnett Newman catalogues. Especially ones where you have just a list of works or lists of mentions of pieces in monographies. I think there are more poetry in such things than to say in poems of Rupi Kaur (no offense).

But it is easy to see why color poems are not a thing. Color poems represent some sort of alternative to more verbal and reasonable ways of expressing thoughts and constructing imagery. And nobody really needs that. Because it is a little bit too awkward even in this day and age. Who needs written set of colors when you can actually present those colors in the flesh as a painting? But that's the catch. This is why.

Color poems are like sound poems - they're made to be performed in a special way. They are like scores for imagination. Abstract and precise at the same time. You know exactly what this or that color is and what it generally means and you have your own unique set of associations and reflections connected with it. Perceiving color poem is like writing a symphony of the making of the cloud by breathing on the fly. Lots of things mash together but they all fit in and somehow start to tick. Since there are no way to interpret color straight - you just need to let it flow. And when it happens - it is one of kind experience - blink and you'll miss it. I like that way of perception. It is gratifying in many ways. Writing a color poem gives you an opportunity to present a point of entry of sorts for the experience of the recipient. Think about it for a moment.

I've mentioned Nico Vassilakis earlier. Here are two poems that consists solely of colors by Nico Vassilakis. I have no idea where they were taken from - just found them in my archive. Enjoy.






вівторок, 1 серпня 2017 р.

Zur-En-Arrh Transmission: Glitch 'n' Pome Time!

I was thinking a lot about this lately. It was over a year ago. I was bored. And then the words came to me. But they were too sketchy. So i've used random word generator to fill the gaps. But then - it wasn't any good - so it was shelved for good. 

Now i'm unearthing original piece sticked to the glitched images and it seems to be just fine. What a waste of time.

понеділок, 31 липня 2017 р.

Assorted Collection of Whites (because reasons)

White White 
Whitesmoke 
Snow 
Honeydew 
Mintcream 
Azure 
Champagne 
Linen 
Bonewhite 
Vanilla 
Flax 
Navajowhite 
Ecruwhite 
Honeydew 
Isabelline 
Blond 
Cosmiclatte 
Mintcream 
Babypowder 
Aliceblue 
Ghostwhite 
Seashell 
Beige 
Oldlace  
Eggshell 
Dutchwhite 
Floralwhite 
Ivory 
Antiquewhite 
Linen 
Cornsilk 
Cream 
Lavenderblush 
Magnolia 
Lemonchiffon 
Pearlwhite 
Peach 
Papayawhip 
LightYellow 
White 
Whitesmoke 
Snow 
Honeydew 
Mintcream 
Azure 
Champagne 
Linen 
Bonewhite 
Vanilla 
Flax 
Navajowhite 
Ecruwhite 
Honeydew 
Isabelline 
Blond 
Cosmiclatte 
Mintcream 
Babypowder 
Aliceblue 
Ghostwhite 
Seashell 
Beige 
Oldlace  
Eggshell 
Dutchwhite 
Floralwhite 
Ivory 
Antiquewhite 
Linen 
Cornsilk 
Cream 
Lavenderblush 
Magnolia 
Lemonchiffon 
Pearlwhite 
Peach 
Papayawhip 
LightYellow 
White 
Whitesmoke 
Snow 
Honeydew 
Mintcream 
Azure 
Champagne 
Linen 
Bonewhite 
Vanilla 
Flax 
Navajowhite 
Ecruwhite 
Honeydew 
Isabelline 
Blond 
Cosmiclatte 
Mintcream 
Babypowder 
Aliceblue 
Ghostwhite 
Seashell 
Beige 
Oldlace  
Eggshell 
Dutchwhite 
Floralwhite 
Ivory 
Antiquewhite 
Linen 
Cornsilk 
Cream 
Lavenderblush 
Magnolia 
Lemonchiffon 
Pearlwhite 
Peach 
Papayawhip 
LightYellow 
White 
Whitesmoke 
Snow 
Honeydew 
Mintcream 
Azure 
Champagne 
Linen 
Bonewhite 
Vanilla 
Flax 
Navajowhite 
Ecruwhite 
Honeydew 
Isabelline 
Blond 
Cosmiclatte 
Mintcream 
Babypowder 
Aliceblue 
Ghostwhite 
Seashell 
Beige 
Oldlace  
Eggshell 
Dutchwhite 
Floralwhite 
Ivory 
Antiquewhite 
Linen 
Cornsilk 
Cream 
Lavenderblush 
Magnolia 
Lemonchiffon 
Pearlwhite 
Peach 
Papayawhip 
LightYellow 

Whitesmoke 
Snow 
Honeydew 
Mintcream 
Azure 
Champagne 
Linen 
Bonewhite 
Vanilla 
Flax 
Navajowhite 
Ecruwhite 
Honeydew 
Isabelline 
Blond 
Cosmiclatte 
Mintcream 
Babypowder 
Aliceblue 
Ghostwhite 
Seashell 
Beige 
Oldlace  
Eggshell 
Dutchwhite 
Floralwhite 
Ivory 
Antiquewhite 
Linen 
Cornsilk 
Cream 
Lavenderblush 
Magnolia 
Lemonchiffon 
Pearlwhite 
Peach 
Papayawhip 
LightYellow

субота, 29 липня 2017 р.

Bil Sabab Power Hour: ...И Друг Мой Грузовик - Ганда



The song is titled Ganda and it was performed by the band ...И Друг Мой Грузовик (...and my friend the truck). It is intense nonsensical roundabout with exteme bouts of aggression in the interim. It is boiling with mysterious unease. Its lyrics are one of the best examples of utilizing dada sensibilities in the strict form of a relatively straightforward rock song. It instantly reminds of Hugo Ball's Karawane and Talking Heads' I Zimbra - but it takes the matters further. It boils and ejects heat. It circles around the listener and makes you feel threatened by the unknown hidden in the song.

The video is also quite curious. It tells a story of a two men sitting in a basement - looking at the closed box. The box is tied with ropes and is definitely intimidating. The two are clearly unnerved by its presence. It is fair to say they're very scared, even terrified by it. Then the third man comes in and sits down nearby - also looking at the box. And so they look at the box and they look at each other. They feel a bit lost. Something wicked this way comes. Then the third man snaps and goes straight to the box, cuts the ropes with a knife and opens it. What he sees is so disgusting and horrible to him that he falls away unconscious. The end.

It is fun to listen to that song outside context. Because that way - the mystery doubles and it seems to be even better. But since this text is in english and none of you probably ever heard of this band - here's a quick primer:

...И Друг Мой Грузовик - were one of the more fascinating ukrainian bands of its time. Coming from former Dnipropetrovsk (currently simply Dnipro) - they started out in the 1997 as Я и Друг Мой Грузовик (Me and my friend the truck), released two albums under that name and then their original drummer quit and they dropped "I" from the name and that was it. They went on with different drummers, somewhat upgrading their sound with more distortion and loops, casually slipped into a spin-off outfit once and then in 2012 they broke up because "boredom, etc; probably...but it's OK". There is not much actually to say about the band.

They were an oddballs of ukrainian rock. They combined pretentiously thoughtful lyrics with bouncing pounding sound. Their music neatly whirled into extravagant post-punk niche with elaborate fills of bossa nova and nu metal.

The band had a gimmick - no guitar player because reasons. That was a good idea in theory but in reality it wasn't a big deal. Their bass player was like an octopus - doing all the heavy lifting with a spark but it wasn't all that remarkable. Most of the time it was typical alternative rock with a bit different flavor. The singer was doing something that can be described as "trying to accomplish singing duties" (meh). The drummer was doing the job - obviously obliviously drumming.

Overall, their sound was unusual - but not that much. For the most of the time - it was even comfortable, maybe even too much. It lacked the edge. It was uneven. They were simply enjoying themselves playing out all those things. Which was irritating most of the time because were usually going nowhere for a better half of forever. But they had few fun songs. Such as aforementioned Ganda.

Their other song of notice was extremely catchy manic-depressive anthem "Wheels". It was featured on their first album and it is brilliant dum-dum from start to finish. Over the course of the song the singer was mumbling in all manners "MY COLORFUL WHEELS, WHERE ARE YOU TAKING ME?" and then in the end it morphed into endless "MY COLORFUL WHEELS ARE TAKING ME HOME". The music around him was jumping, bouncing, rolling, sliding. It is really groovy. Watch this video:



четвер, 27 липня 2017 р.

Bil Sabab Power Hour: Mass Estinction Event - Angry Music for Jazz Orchestra



Seven rollercoasting minutes of intense sounds. Complete unmitigated chaos. Now that's what i call music! It rings "Yeah!". The best thing i've heard this month.

If you want to know why you haven't heard this magnificent piece of music yet, then here's a theory - nobody mentioned it anywhere. For sure - it was released on July 11th which is not long ago - but a simple google search shows approximately nothing. No outside mentions. As if no one cared to give it proper exposure. Disgusting! It is not fair.

How I happened to hear it? I heard it because I'm following Youtube-channel of the composer of the piece Adam Neely. And even then it happened almost by accident - i was doing my stuff and videos were playing on the background and then came turn of Academic Dubstep Sheet Music video and weird combination of sounds caught my attention - dubstep drops and brass orchestra. I took a look at the description and there was a link to a Bandcamp of the band Mass Extinction Event. And there it was - Angry Music for Jazz Orchestra. And it is magnificent.

***

Stylistically - it is a combination of dance music and proper jazz fusion blow-offs. It constantly ups the tensions and the moment you start to realize what is going on it turns about face and moves in an opposite directions. Here's my overly expressive impressionistic description of what is happening in this composition:

It starts with an avalanche swell that grows up to the point it reminds me a bubble.
Which then falls from the staircase and tumbles down like bouncy bag wooden teeth and metal plates. After that the sirens are going around - drawing zigzags.
And the whole thing goes down - deep down.
Then - but only for a moment it drops you a little of Kurt Weill sleazy cabaret vamp-stomp.
And then again - it goes forward "with a purposeful grimace and terrible sound"
- against very aggressive torrents of air - tearing itself up to the bones - falling apart,
disintegrating into ashes, mixing with dust - laying down into the gutter - playing dead mush.
It is cloudy and a bit foggy.
But then earth crumbles and hot lava spurts from the cracks
- so high it hits the clouds and it is quite Quixotic as the clouds seem to be uninvolved.
The lava drops are cooling down - eventually getting petrified as they fall.
And so it rains with stones.
The thumps come with the whisting sounds - it is overwhelming and causes disorientation combined with fainting.
There are dust clouds all around - nothing's visible.
Clock's ticking.
And everything starts to sink - getting sucked into the sinkhole.
The sound of the flow is terrifying.
After that - jazz band plays a bit to be danced by two invisible men. Brass is one, sax is two.
Their swishes hang around and stick in compele darkness.
And then it is over.

***

When music evokes something like this - it is right. That's why we're perceving works of art - to move beyond and make it new. Thanks Adam.

I feel great relief. Gonna take a nap right now. Want to imagine all this again and detect all the permutations. 

понеділок, 24 липня 2017 р.

Bil Sabab Power Hour: The KLF & Extreme Noise Terror - Black Room Demo



In 1992 Bill Drummond and Jimmy Cauty were so fed up with music business they were unable even to poke fun at it as they were doing for the last four years.

As a severance with shades of deliverance they performed a brand new version of their superhit 3 A.M. Eternal with crust punk outfit Extreme Noise Terror at Brit Awards. It was dissonant with everything else on the ceremony and sure caught a lot of attention causing many-many think-pieces to roll for a couple of weeks. In the end of performance Bill Drummond fired machine gun blanks at the audience while it was announced through the speakers that "The KLF had left the music industry". What a nice way to go...

Around the same time they were trying to record The Black Room - a follow-up to their hit album The White Room. While the latter was all gleeful tongue-in-cheek stadium house pop, the former was to be much darker and heavier. Just like the White Room, The Black Room had went through several iterations, first being hard techno, then more of aggro-industrial flavor (as Cauty put it in 1990 "electro turbo metal") and finally it morphed into a full-blown collaboration with Extreme Noise Terror.

But after all it went nowhere - the album was never finished. Drummond and Cauty were too exhausted to go on. Honestly, there was no point in going on - the more things changed the more they stay the same. It wasn't like music industry was changing because of them. And since all their attempts to make difference to make difference were proven to be ultimately futile - there was no other reasonable solution other than to quit.

You can still hear the glimpses of what they were up to on singles "America: What time is love?", "Grim Up North" and "3 A.M. Eternal (The KLF vs Extreme Noise Terror: TOTP version)" (and also in some backwards way in the form "What Time is Love Techno Gate Mix"). In interviews the band was namedropping a lot of things to tease the imagination and cause a feast of pondering - Milton backed by Megadeth (something like this) was the most inspired.

But not much else aside of it. Imagining how finished The Black Room would've sounded like is a fun futile task. There is rather colorful recollection from Mark Stent which fits the sounds: "There was such a raw power to it. It was so different from anything anyone else had ever heard." That's all you need to know.

Later the bootlegs of the rough demos came through and now they're available online. According to then Extreme Noise Terror bass player Mark Bailey - these recordings were made at band rehearsals in Ipswich in 1991. Bear in mind this is just a work in progress, a sketch of what should've come. 

Overall - these demoes definitely leave a decent impression. It is a collection of hard, pounding, bulky stompers. Mood pieces for rather pissed if you like. 

I'm Fucked is a fine introduction to the cycle. It is an ordinary fast-paced, mosh-inducing punk cut. It sets the right tone and after a short intro it jumps right in the middle and drag the listener over the nondescript poorly lit, abundantly decorated hall. Also - it definitely should be your next ringtone. 

Deep Shit is one of two occassions when the record sounds more than merely a sketch. This track got intricate structure. Intro beats to the dust and then black hole opens and sucks everything inside itself. And then it all inside gurgling, bouncing as it if it was vacuum cleaner capsule where another black hole opens and sucks everything inside. And then press flattens the scene and there is some liquid leaking - running away through the hard-edged dazzle camouflaged debris. Then it happens upon a big scary dude and they start fighting. Ferrociously. The  It evokes some Platinum Games imagery. 

Bite It Harder resembles early Circle Jerks and Germs stuff. It should be noted that hardcore punk sounds really weird without vocals. Typical "chorus - verse - chorus - verse - interlude - solo - chorus - verse" structure feels empty without singing but leaves a lot of space to imagine what is going on. Which sound depiction of romanticized escape attempt into the big nowhere.

Thirty-Eight is muzak for industrial people - pounding, meat mincing abstract brawler. It sounds vague but menacing. It is also oddly well-tempered. It goes somewhere for a while, then stops and realizes it goes nowhere, then thinks "so what?" and goes again like nothing happened, then gets second thought, stops for a moment again, thinks "bollocks!" and goes again and so on. It is just foir minutes long but it is so monotone it feels like forever. And since the riff is good and the groove is right - it's a nice pastime. I've listened to it on the loop nine times and then hummed along for a week. 

The Black Room resembles all the best moments from Bad Brains song mashed together. It is structured like an ordinary song but lack of vocals make it rather off-putting roundabout.

Fuck the Election starts off with playful starts and stops. Structurally it is like taking a journey through the stairs. It ascends up the stairs. Then walks to the next staircase. Crosses the line, drummers gets a rolling fill and then it all repeats.  

Turn Up the Strobe is second more or less fully formed song on the record. It is slow-burn, brooding, bone cruncher. It is a sonic beatdown. It leaves the subject of obstruction a bloody pulp.  Guitar lashes its riffs over ears. Rhythm section thrusts forwards like a steamroller, breaking through the thick layers of nil. It sounds very intimidating. 

There is one thing that occured in my head while listening - as it is (vocal-less) it seems to be like a soundtrack for the video game. Some non-existant Super Mario / Sonic the Hedgehog clone. In terms of dynamics it makes sense. There is a title screen, level exploration, puzzle solving, cut scenes, boss battles, bonus rounds. 

I guess what KLF intended to do was to monkey Whitehouse, carve a smile on the surface and add some less apparent Helmet groove. But since it was never finalized - we're left with these weird scraps and imagination. 

(i'm waiting for someone to mash these tracks with some GG Allin vocals.)

субота, 22 липня 2017 р.

Zur-En-Arrh Transmission 11: color song

I was listening to "KLF - America What Time is Love" because reasons. And there is this part near the end where Glenn Hughes shouts out the names of the cities. And so I thought "definitely should try this one 'cause list songs are fun! sorta...maybe...probably...eh...whatever...". But since i'm a secret Joe Cocker fan (i.e. got no mic) - lets WITH A LITTLE HELP OF MY FRIENDS the hell out of this thing.

I hear this thing as an anthem-like mindfuck with a little bit of good old Popul Vuh "Train Through Time" groove. And some Kluster numbing drones. But thats just a foundation.

середа, 19 липня 2017 р.

Hard hitting existential random generated comic


Cyanide and Happiness is one of the most hideous webcomics in existence. Just because it has Random Comic Generator. Because with its little help you can make your own stuff and if you have the right idea - it can go into the realms of bizarre and wonderful. 

Just because. Reasons, etc.

Take for example the comic you can see at the beginning of the post. It is nothing special but still quite relatable. Because sometimes - all over the sudden - something like that happens. And it feels rather awkward afterwards. 

I don't really want to talk about that any more.

BSPH: Harry Crosby - Photoheliograph

This is "Photoheliograph" , a poem by Harry Crosby . It was first published in 1928 in a poetry collection titled "Chari...