Archive for September, 2009

• Wednesday, September 30, 2009  4:41 pm 

  Poachers…

  Exciting times lie ahead for members of this fair MP3-zine. Along with our cohorts in 13monsters we’re on the verge of launching our new record label: Hungry For Power.
  Our first release comes straight from the howling shores of Brighton beach where remorseless waves of guitars crash ceaselessly against the yelping pebbles. We first [...]

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• Tuesday, September 29, 2009  11:14 am 

  2-step hieroglyphics

  Lets take a crawl through haunted circuitry hallways  that run labyrinthine-like, beneath those giant blocks of cement and glass, where light emitting diodes weakly flicker on and off in a disquieting fashion to the faint murmured rhythms of a clipped and fragile humanoid voice fragmented into some alien form of 2-step code. We can find [...]

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• Monday, September 28, 2009  12:05 am 

  Silver Machine

  It is time of upheaval at the dungeons of one of your ‘vexed flip awed’ scribes, much moving of vinyl and science fiction literature has happened, disconnection from the global neural net and furious fights against dastardly spiders crawling up the legs of totemic creatures. This explains a degree of disengagement from the psychedelic battlefront [...]

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• Thursday, September 24, 2009  7:23 pm 

  Diamond Jags

  In it’s original incarnation “Die Slow” is an epic blast of serrated tekno shards that rip through neo industrial noise light fields with maximum metallic grind. A truly take no prisoners proposition. In the silvery hands of those awesome New Jersey italo exorcists, Pink Stallone, what was once blunt and brutal, a futuristic monolith coated [...]

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• Tuesday, September 22, 2009  12:06 am 

  If it wasn’t for hope…

  What do you do when the war finishes? You put on your old raincoat and clean the smudges of your face with saliva, you walk under the rain to the pock-marked station and reach the end of the platform, a flimsy pier stretching over an ocean of grey. You drag your luggage into the belly [...]

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