Thursday, September 6, 2007  3:00 pm 

Too cute 2 puke

Onwards rushes the feline army spreading like a sea of furry fury over valleys and mounds, 20Jazzfunkgreats observe enthralled from their vantage point, identifying with their magic telescope some of the most strapping & promising marshalls of this fiery armada,

L.A. underground’s answer to Dennis the Menace, Mika Miko cough hairballs of bristling punk rock & run up the walls likey Road-Runner-Road-Runner, phone mic chatting to Jerusalem Crickets going BAING CRASH POW ultra-saturated black & white on the other side of the line, each song a zine vignette of something that happened to you, or someone you know, only filtered through the megaflash lens of true streetwise rock super-heroics, you don’t mess with these gals, they’re a bad ass gang & they’re here to bust your ass.

Oh, someone call Stan Lee please, we’ve got a situation in the moshpit.

This one is from their lo-fi as fuck, and all the better for it, 666 EP.

Mika Miko- Wild Bore

Prof Wirzenius- So you tell me, Porter, that you used to leave the Necronomicon open after going to bed to rest from your researches into the murky worlds of esoterica? Don’t you know about all those cancerous blasphemities who live, not just literally, in those pages made of crispy human skin? It appears clear that little Nugget, your black kitten, decided to begin her own investigations while you roamed, in sweaty nightmares, through frightful vistas where the Eucledian principles of geometry don’t apply and palpitating chaos reigns, look at what has happened, are you happy now? The cat has changed into a green eyed demon which goes out at night to cast fear into the hearts of mormons and children of the rave, hearts which she then dutifully collects with her sharp claws and leaves lying half chewed over the persian rug of your lounge, you are a jerk, Porter, and we are all doomed.

Mr. Porter- But Professor Wirzenius, the cat was always like that, I think the book has just given her… focus….

(Demonic meaowing in the distance)

King Cobra- Malefick

A bit like what has happened to our beloved King Cobra when they metamorphosed from former no wave glamorama witchery shapes which flexed supple by the side of say, Glass Candy Mk.1, into the heavier leathery winged shadow of frightful TWIN, sisterly comrades of other bloodthirsty creatures who walk the night like, for example, T.I.T.S. or Angel Blood, today we’re bringing you a black spell of their former incarnation, from the 3” Roi! EP, which marks the moment before they took the definitive plunge into the darkness, witness the pillars of smoke rising over the stygian mountains to the north, doesn’t their shape strangely remind you of the slender silhouettes of those pop sorcerers Sparks, if only they had been raised in the company of wolves??

More TWIN to come soon.

Lovely Petra brought Minnieapolis’ Gay Beast to our attention, as it happens they have just released a 7” with TWIN, so everything makes sense, plus they have enough no wave claws to rip to shreds all the leather sofas of Dr Strangelove’s War Room (no fighting here!), layers of distortion fracture crack slide and unfold like some sort of powerful agitprop infesticon adopting the configuration which is more suitable to kick ass. You know we love old school Numbers, Child Pornography, Shoplifting or Silver Daggers so Gay Beast are waiting at the end of our very own alley ready to give us a big sloppy kiss, we ride our old school skateboards very possessed towards the source of all dissonant vibration, kowabunga.

Gay Beast-Cyclops

From last year’s Disrobics,

And why not finish our excursion with what seems to be a Dog in Cat’s Clothes, or maybe it is the other way around? let the strange & beautiful creature which approaches us leaping in and out of the moonlit shadows like they were deep ponds of mystery exist in whatever shape it desires as long as it keeps bewitching us with the magical power of intense quirk.

Wet Dog- Alibi

We know Wet Dog have more than a few fans amongst our readers and we don’t wonder why, as the murky lo-fi energy of their awesome spiralling bubblegum punk pottering stomping & dissonating racket is duly & truly irresistible: so what you mean is of the Shaggs ran away from home to check out the world before getting well formal, and it’s not that she stayed away seduced by the city lights, it’s that she actually came back a Witch to corrupt the village with nursery rhyme spells like this was a Stephen King v Emily Bronte collab, or something.

Tell me more…

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This post goes to Kathryn for all the cats & the mighty HEALTH who we very proudly had on as the last band to ever play at the Do, it rules so much when good people make good music it makes me feel all warm & tickly inside. AWWWWW. LOVE & CARING kids, LOVE & CARING.

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Talking about which…tonight

FRIDAY

The Do ran its course so we are sacrificing it in the messiest possible way, brandish the Silver Dagger we found by the black obelisk SLASH CHOP SLASH & paint the walls red with festy vermillion blood & whatnot while chanting

‘O Friend and companion of night, thou who rejoicest in the baying of dogs and spilt blood, who wanderest in the midst of shades among tombs, who longest for blood and bringest terror to mortals, Gorgo, Momo, thousand-faced moons, look favourably upon our sacrifices’

or Wham City by Dan Deacon

ia ia shub Niggurath

(fuck the) Core Club (but come for the last time)

11-3AM

£5/ less for NUS or CHEAP LIST easily attainable through a small myspace letter to those fesity in their undeath Do types

OR GO TO KAIS NIGHT AT THE PENTHOUSE BEFOREHAND AND GET A DRAWRING IN YOUR HAND Y’ALL

Bring ID FTW

In you’re in Berlin go to this, you know it’s going to be good for you. Say hi to Hugo from us!

SATURDAY

A Mountain of One about which we waxed vanilla a couple of weeks ago, awesome scandinavian masters of cosmic rock Studio, Rub & Tug, BTWS types, FREE in Brighton, Balearic party & hardcore post-do Do, our main man Dave Liteyear is involved so it’s going to be AWESOME, see you there, white suits & pink shirts kiddds.

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UPDATE!

The official version (as in not the tour CDR) of the ‘After Dark’ compilation from Italians Do It Better is now available at Piccadilly Records (UK). Go buy!

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