
Having recently signed with Michael Gira’s Young God Records, Larkin Grimm’s haunted tribal folk, her darkened honey lullabies which with clawed hands and rabid eyes consumed by a bloodlust of the most primal kind, often owl screech to the high Heavens of the erotic should finally receive the attention it’s so deserved ever since she made an incantation as seemingly innocent as “I’m going out tonight”, repeated over the light brushing of a broken drum set played with what sounded like the possible remnants of a former lover, sound like the most unnerving thing you could choose to listen too in the pitch black of the night on her debut release “Harpoon Baptism” all those years ago.
On “Parplar”, Larkin rides into town on her trusty steed with a manic grin plastered on her face, eagle wings tied to her ankles, and her phantom mariachi band of Mexican skeletons in tow, kicking up a dust storm around them, taking delight in flashing their sun-baked bones hidden under torn, centuries old clothing to unassuming passers by who find themselves ensnared by all the witchy hypnotics, a fever dream of Ennio Morricone atmospherics that have been re-imagined by feral children raised in the wilds solely on a diet of peyote and mountain mythology.

(image by Bobby Dangles)
Oh, and before I forget to mention, as if possible, to all those out there who voted for the RIGHT person and made Mr Obama the 44th president of the United States of America, pat yourselves on the back. Now we can start to clear up this unholy, bloody mess of ours, but not I hope before we all indulge in just a little bit of partying before we pick up those shovels and get to work. If anyone is looking for a new jam to secrete bodily fluids too, you could do worse than to lose yourself to Dinowalrus’ nifty and frankly quite ridiculous remix of “Black Star”, which with a beat that gallops along at breakneck speed turns the epic guitar wankery of Yngwie Malmsteen into something of a lil’ discotheque killer which will shred you alive if you let it.
Yngwie Malmsteen – Black Star (DINOWALRUS Remix)
So where’s the actual jazz funk? ‘Cause I’m not seeing any.
Yours sincerely
Diego6th November 2008
Oh dear Diego, oh dear. XXJFG 4ever.
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bobo6th November 2008
Just fucking wonderful stuff.
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james6th November 2008
Ha! yeah, where the FUNK is the JAZZ people!?!?!
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e*rock6th November 2008
is it time for a name change?
competition time folks – what should we be called ??
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20jazzfunkgreats6th November 2008
Chimp Vs Ass?
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Rob(iy)n6th November 2008
Blood Is Compulsory.
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VanWorden6th November 2008
“hamburger lady”?
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bcr6th November 2008
Fabulous stuff. Parplar is incredible.
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pikle6th November 2008
-MOONROCKS-
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Short-Circuit7th November 2008
“change” IS good. but i MUST insist that xxjfg should NEVER CHANGE!
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bcr8th November 2008
dearest friends! glad you posted the dinowalrus, pete’s a friend of mine from college…not to mention Larkin also went to school with us–a lovely alma mater pairing. cheers!
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bianca o'blivion11th November 2008
wow, it sounds like you went to a very cool school.
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Rob(iy)nJFG11th November 2008