Wednesday, May 29, 2013

NEW ON OESB>>> CHAOS DESTROY
LIGHTNING STRIKES TWICE STRIKES TWICE



Yeah.... it's been awhile... OESB's been plenty loud in private but not many mouse-squeaks in the public arena... can't really avoid being LOUD when we're cranking test pressings of this ABSOLUTELY MUTANT STRAIN of NOISECORE POP-FLEXIPUNK by the mighty boys of CHAOS DESTROY. Hailing from the suburban farmlands of Southern Maryland this record has in Wolfboy John Olson's words "The MOST horribly unmusical-rotten guitar speaker cones since the creation of “music.”" Is this a gross exaggeration or is he merely stating the OBVIOUS?? Well, now you can find out for yourself - ear protection is not included, and BRAIN-PROTECTION is HIGHLY RECOMMENDED.

Scope the album preview video below (it includes 4 of the album's TWENTY TRACKS!!!) -- hit the pre-order page HERE (first 50 orders will receive a FREE bonus cd-r of a recent live Chaos Destroy set) & below the video check out not one but TWO KOO-KOO WRITE-UPS by Inzane Johnny Olzon (Wolf Eyez, American Tapez, Stare Caze, Graveyardz, Dead Machinez, et al) & Thought Broadcast's Ravi Binning (who released a Chaos Destroy cassette on his Hierodule label a few years back)



"Taking cues from the wordless death-grind proto-metal of the first Obituary lp: C>D- somehow takes the fear-soaked brain of that tiny dude from the o.g. THE FLY: two micro-seconds before he gets his web-trapped body eaten by the world most gruesome spider EVER: and power-channel it thru the MOST horribly unmusical-rotten guitar speaker cones since the creation of “music.” Speaking of music: inside this LP there is none: is not just mere dribbling NOISE: its like a one dimensional terra-plane of cultural war of warbly Anime-frightmares clashing in a baby-dumping dumpster in a Baltimore/DC area alleyway during a WRETCHED static storm while the co-criminal on watch nods off on the job whilst Ipod’in The Swankys. On a Tuesday morning. In the Spring. I’ve seen pictures of this band: but someone pulled a horrid prank and replaced the bullet-belts and street punx ice grills with shorts, muffin tops and smiles. Huh? Confusion Chaos is the fighting spirit: The Lp begins with some semblance of structure and riffs but like a magician armed with 10,000,000 daisy-chained death metal pedals instead of card tricks: the cunning seems to come on too quick to warrant a double-featured extended stay, unless the members want to “Fuck More.” - Imagine if the Happy Flowers WERE Horribly Charred Infants and Anus’s and instead of LSD as the catalyst it was Grande Latte’s mixed with the magic dust from the excess plastic off of big money Flexi-Discs and the sweat from the brow of all night nuclear sex addicts. I gotta hand it to the second full length from this amp scorched mild-mannered crew: it at least doesnt come with a tan file folder containing sharpie pictures of cookies and flowers. Not too many lp’s in the tomb that include that.... I remember reading an interview with Lotus Dan saying how “he could write a dissertation on the genius of Chaos Destroy” - while something like that could land you at LEAST a free entrance semester to Lansing Community College: im sure the “song writing” would throw a Fluxus-like brain nugget freeze to the District Manager of GUITAR CENTER East Coast Mt. Vernon for a LOOONG TIME. If you dug up the body of JIMI HENDRIX to show him the LORD-OF-THE-RINGS-ON-LEPROSY GUITAR TONE diseasing this platter: he’d more than likely think his grave-dirt ears were filled with cotton tin balls dipped in Trouma-radiation static and say “ask Clapton or that Frank dude from Lebenden Toten what he thinks...anyway this record is POGO and RETARDED...”..Thx Jimi. How this bucket-of screaming bolts screech buzz no vowel no word lp ended up on Olde English Spelling Bee is truly a brain-boiling mystery: but the world is an even more destroyed place with its mutant creation. I suggest you drill/add four more off-center holes to the label and cash in your SLURPEE POINTS for the next punk/hxc phenom: BALANCED CORE: punx will trade in the fuzz pedals and blown 8 speaker cabinets for a SUPER nice home-gym to sweat out and show off balance beams routines of the most political and intense nature EVER. Imagine the scene reports on that: alot more RAW thats for sure. YOU HEARD IT HEAR FIRST."  - INZANE JOHNNY OLSON

"Well there is one band that never made it to this season’s Mad Max fashion show, or the new bar where all the freshly minted tattoo models who used to collect Brainbombs records or whatever now wash ashore to meet and screw. Yes indeed, punk hath long since been frozen in the ice age or by the cold wave, or whatever.  Punk is hippies is noisers is hip hop gothers. Maybe you were too busy collecting dirt on white jeans, and scrubbin off any trace of bourgeois privelege. Or maybe you were gossiping about whose Italian motor cycle boots were the harshest or whatever, or maybe when you were eBaying Skinny Puppy shirts and Totenkopf pins for the freezing weather to come, you missed out on things like the Music Not Music 7” by Chaos Destroy or their Stupid Night tape on Hierodule. Indeed maybe you thought you discovered the new Black Flag in a Midwest sine wave or in some noise-hop karaoke or maybe you just realized that you really wanted to tie girls up all along and fascist haircuts were the best compliment to yr imaginary order. EITHER WAY. Chaos Destroy hath since emerged, behind your back and laughing at you for how much you have grown!..... Yep, in some parts of the world, say like Southern Maryland, “music” began with the first notes and drum slams of the “Mental Disorder” EP and only flashed here and there since, on say a few flexi discs or 3rd degree bootleg cassettes, mostly of Japanese origin. You won’t get a better invitation to a real barn-yard violent party than from Chaos Destroy. For in the land of Chaos Destroy, the sound track is Dust Noise and Gai and the milk and honey is cider and glue. Nope, you’re not gonna get this from all the new records with black and white photos of dudes in fetish masks around magickal alters they got from Party City. Who the fuck would want to go to a party like that? Nope, this record is purely illogical snot from a gang who were fed battery acid out their mommas titty. The sound of synapses unfurling and language crumbling A.K.A. THE BEST PUNK BAND IN THE USA. Lest your brains get vacuumed out of yr ears now, poser!!!!" - Ravi Binning (Thought Broadcast, Hierodule Editions)

Tuesday, December 25, 2012

X-MAS MIXX >>> NO SILENT NIGHT #3>>>



Here's the 3rd installment of MAYa's semi-annual x-mas mix "No Silent Night" featuring "an anonymous group of artists and musicians from NY/ England /Denmark who made Xmas songs specially for this mix." >>>> >>>> >>>> >>>>

Thursday, September 27, 2012

BREAKING NOOSE:
THOUGHT BROADCAST "LISTENING STATION"
FEATURE ARTICLE AT SELF-TITLED MAGAZINE




A very illuminating piece by Thought Broadcast's head cracked "head" went up this morning over at Self-Titled Mag. He goes over some of his favorite and most influential records & it's a lot to take in -- not to mention next to impossible to score a copy of any of these records. But thanks to modern technologies like Youtube everyone can peek a listen to all of these obscurantist masterpieces for free!! Anima Sound, Hijokaidan, N.G., Jurajium, John Duncan, R.N.A. Organism, The Decayes, Selten Gehorte Musik (featuring Dieter Roth), & Die Tödliche Doris all make the list & he writes extremely informative paragraphs for each of his selections.


BONUS FEATURE: "Thought Broadcasting" -- a poem by Claudia Krizay:

Silence is a silver ship Traveling at the speed of the darkness, Black holes are the edifices in which I Build my thoughts- Word by word, Each and every syllable forms upon my lips, And then broadcasted, aloud- Thoughts are killers- thoughts can harm- My thoughts can be heard from afar. Within this room I write my thoughts With a pen that is void of ink, or a pencil That has no lead, Invisible they are, but somehow, These thoughts are broadcasted aloud. Thoughts are killers thoughts control- My thoughts can be heard from afar. A silver ship with its sail to the wind, A wild horse that canters across vast terrain, or Pebbles that roll off of my fingertips, That splash into the creek, one by one, You can see, you can hear, as My thoughts, broadcasted aloud. My thoughts can be heard from afar. My thoughts are a flame that only I can quench. I am in control of what comes into my mind, As my hands build the world from The bricks of Time, My thoughts control the world. My thinking destroys those, whom I abhor, My thoughts control the downtrodden. Silence is a silver ship, or The dome beneath which I dwell- I build my edifice beneath this dome. No one dares to enter, as I have broadcasted a message to the world, My eyes order the world away; My thoughts are broadcasted aloud, A bad thought can destroy, as good ones Create and control, My thoughts control the world…  Claudia Krizay




Saturday, August 25, 2012

ELIZA AND PARRY "S/T"
CASSETTE ON FAG TAPES



HERE'S A SUPER COOL TAPE RELEASED ON FAG TAPES IN LATE 2011 THAT'S SLIPPED UNDER THE RADAR A BIT -- FEATURES A PERFECT "PHOTOCOPIED FEVER DREAM" FIDELITY AND OCCUPIES A SIMILAR ZONKED/SCHIZO TERRITORY AS THE RECENT THOUGHT BROADCAST L.P. ON OESB --  SO FANS OF THAT SHOULD LOOK INTO THIS -- LAST COPIES ARE AVAILABLE OVER AT FUSETRON...

THE ORIGINAL TAPE WRITE UP AND TWO MORE VIDEOS OF TRACKS FROM THE TAPE FOLLOW:

"Vocals and alien terrestrial electronics by Cammisa F. Buerhaus. With the rhythm bouncing back from an echo off the concrete of an alternate reality NYC. Two computers talking to each. A therapist and a paranoid schizophrenic. A group of experienced psychiatrists analysed a combination of real patients and computers running PARRY through teleprinters. Another group of 33 psychiatrists were shown transcripts of the conversations. The two groups were then asked to identify which of the "patients" were human and which were computer programs. The psychiatrists were able to make the correct identification only 48 percent of the time — a figure consistent with random guessing." - Fag Tapes





Friday, August 24, 2012

PREP-SCHOOL PROG-ROCK
DUCKTAILS SHOWS PITCHFORK HIS PRACTICE MANSION




The site security manager told him to park with the other cars because that area was reserved for camper-vans and the car park was very busy that day. Bryant moved his car to another area and sat in his car for a few minutes. He then moved his car back near the water, outside the cafe. The security manager saw him go up to the cafe carrying a large bag and a video camera, but ignored him.

Bryant went into the cafe and purchased a meal, which he ate on the deck outside. People held the door open for him and commented on the large amount of food he had. He replied that he was hungry from surfing. Bryant started conversations with several people about European wasps in the area and the lack of Japanese tourists, but seemed to be mainly mumbling to himself. He appeared nervous and continually looked back to the car-park and into the cafe.

Broad Arrow Cafe murders

Bryant finished his meal, walked into the cafe and returned his tray, assisted by some people who opened the door for him. He put down his bag on a table and pulled out a Colt AR-15 rifle with a Colt scope and one 30-round magazine attached. He left the bag which contained, among other things, the knife with which he had stabbed Martin, on the table. It is believed the magazine was partially emptied from the previous rounds fired at Seascape.

The cafe was very small with the tables very close together. The cafe was particularly busy that day as people waited for the next ferry. The events happened extremely quickly. Bryant took aim from his hip and pointed his rifle at Moh Yee (William) Ng and Sou Leng Chung, who were visiting from Malaysia, who were at a table beside Bryant. He shot them at close range, killing both instantly. Bryant then fired a shot at Mick Sargent, grazing his scalp and knocking him to the floor. He fired a fourth shot, a fatal one that hit Sargent's girlfriend, 21-year-old Kate Elizabeth Scott, in the back of the head.

A 28-year-old New Zealand winemaker, Jason Winter, had been helping the staff at the busy cafe. As Bryant turned towards Winter's wife, Joanne, and their 15-month-old son, Mitchell, Winter threw a serving tray at Bryant in an attempt to distract him. Joanne Winter's father pushed his daughter and grandson to the floor and under the table.

Anthony Nightingale stood up after the sound of the first shots, but had no time to move. Nightingale yelled "No, not here!" as Bryant pointed the weapon at him. As Nightingale leaned forward, he was fatally shot through the neck and spine.

The next table had held a group of ten friends, but some had just left the table to return their meal trays and visit the gift shop. Bryant fired one shot that hit Kevin Vincent Sharp, 68, killing him. The second hit Walter Bennett, passed through his body and struck Raymond John Sharp, 67, Kevin Sharp's brother, killing both. The three had their backs towards Bryant, and were unaware what was happening. One of them even made the comment "That's not funny" after hearing the first few shots, not realising it was a real gun. The shots were all close range, with the gun at, or just inches away from, the back of their heads. Gerald Broome, Gaye Fidler and her husband John were all struck by bullet fragments, but survived.

Bryant then turned towards Tony and Sarah Kistan and Andrew Mills. Both men stood up at the noise of the initial shots but had no time to move away. Andrew Mills was shot in the head. Tony Kistan was also shot from about 2 metres away, also in the head, but had managed to push his wife away prior to being shot. Sarah Kistan was apparently not seen by Bryant, as she was under the table by that time.
Thelma Walker and Pamelia Law were injured by shrapnel before being dragged to the ground by their friend, Peter Crosswell, as the three sheltered underneath the table. Also injured by fragments from these shots was Patricia Barker.

It was only then that the majority of the people in the cafe began to realise what was happening and that the shots were not some sort of noise from a reenactment at the historical site. At this point there was great confusion, with many people not knowing what to do, as Bryant was near the main exit.

Bryant moved just a few metres and began shooting at another table, where Graham Colyer, Carolyn Loughton and her daughter Sarah were seated. Colyer was injured in the jaw, causing him to nearly choke to death on his own blood. Sarah Loughton ran towards her mother who had been moving between tables. Carolyn Loughton threw herself on top of her daughter. Bryant shot Carolyn Loughton in the back, her eardrum ruptured by the sonic boom from the gun going off beside her ear. Carolyn Loughton survived her injuries, although her daughter was shot in the head. The elder Loughton did not discover until she came out of surgery that despite her efforts, Sarah was fatally injured.

Bryant pivoted around and fatally shot Mervyn Howard, a football administrator, who was still seated. The bullet travelled through him, through a window of the cafe, and hit a table on the outside balcony.Bryant quickly followed up with a shot to the neck of Mervyn Howard's wife, Elizabeth. Bryant then leaned over a vacant baby stroller and pointed the gun at her head and shot her a second time. Both of the Howards' injuries were fatal. Several people outside then realised there was real danger and began to run away.

Bryant was near the exit, preventing others from attempting to run past him and escape. Bryant moved across the cafe towards the gift shop area. There was an exit door through the display area to the outside balcony, but it was locked and could only be opened with a key. As Bryant moved along, Robert Elliott stood up, perhaps hoping to distract Bryant. He was shot in the arm and head, left slumping against the fireplace but alive.

All of these events, from the first bullet that killed Ng, took approximately 15 seconds, during which 12 people were killed and 10 more were wounded.

Gift shop murders

Bryant moved toward the gift shop area, giving many people time to hide under tables and behind shop displays. He shot the two local women who worked in the gift shop, Nicole Burgess, 17, and Elizabeth Howard, 26. Burgess was shot in the head and Howard in the arm and chest. Both succumbed to their injuries.

Coralee Lever and Vera Jary hid behind a hessian screen with others. Lever's husband, Dennis, was shot in the head and died. Pauline Masters, Vera Jary's husband Ron, and Peter and Carolyn Nash had attempted to escape through a locked door but could not. Peter Nash lay down on top of his wife to hide her from Bryant. Bryant moved into the gift shop area where people, trapped with nowhere to go, were crouched down in the corners. Gwen Neander, trying to escape through the door, was shot in the head and killed.

Bryant saw movement in the café and moved near the front door. He shot at a table and hit Peter Crosswell, who was hiding under it, in the buttock. Jason Winter, hiding in the gift shop, thought Bryant had left the building and made some comment about it to people near him before moving out into the open. Bryant saw him, with Winter stating "No, no" just prior to being shot, the bullet hitting his hand, neck and chest. A second shot to the head proved fatal to Winter. Fragments from those shots struck American tourist Dennis Olson who had been hiding with his wife, Mary, and Winter. Dennis Olson suffered shrapnel injuries to his hand, scalp, eye and chest, but survived the injuries.

It is not clear what happened next, although at some point, Bryant reloaded his weapon. Bryant walked back to the cafe and then returned to the gift shop, this time looking down to another corner of the shop where he found several people hiding in the corner, trapped. He walked up to them and shot Ronald Jary through the neck, killing him. He then shot Peter Nash and Pauline Masters, killing both of them. He did not see Carolyn Nash who was lying under her husband. Bryant aimed his gun at an unidentified Asian man, but the rifle's magazine was empty. Bryant then quickly moved to the gift shop counter where he reloaded his rifle, leaving an empty magazine on the service counter and left the building.

29 rounds were fired in the cafe and gift shop areas in approximately 90–120 seconds. In that time, Bryant killed 20 people and injured 12.

Car park murders

During the cafe shooting, some staff members had been able to escape through the kitchen and alert people outside. There were a number of coaches outside with lines of people, many of whom began to hide in the buses or in nearby buildings. Others did not understand the situation or were not sure where to go. Some people believed there was some sort of historical reenactment happening, and moved towards the area.
Ashley John Law, a site employee, was moving people away from the café into the information centre when Bryant fired at him from 50–100 metres away. The bullets missed Law and hit some trees nearby.
Bryant then moved down towards the coaches. One of the coach drivers, Royce Thompson, was shot in the back as he was moving along the passengers' side of a coach. He fell to the ground and was able to crawl, then roll under the bus to safety, but he later died of his wounds. Brigid Cook was trying to guide a number of people down between the buses and along the jetty area to cover. She had only been informed of what was happening and was worried that she was making a fool of herself in overreacting, although her actions no doubt saved many lives. Bryant then moved to the front of this bus and walked across to the next coach. People had quickly moved from this coach towards the back end, in an attempt to seek cover. As Bryant walked around it he saw people scrambling to hide and shot at them. Brigid Cook was shot in the right thigh, causing the bone to fragment, the bullet lodging there. A coach driver, Ian McElwee, was hit by fragments of Miss Cook's bone. Both were able to escape and survived.

Bryant then quickly moved around another coach and fired at another group of people. Winifred Aplin, running to get to cover behind another coach, was fatally shot in the side. Another bullet grazed Yvonne Lockley's cheek, but she was able to enter one of the coaches to hide, and survived.

Some people then started moving away from the car park towards the jetty. But someone shouted that Bryant was moving that way, so they tried to double back around the coaches to where Brigid Cook was previously shot. Bryant doubled back to where Janet and Neville Quin, who owned a wildlife park on the east coast of Tasmania, were beginning to move toward Mason Cove and away from the buses. Bryant shot Janet Quin in the back, where she fell, unable to move, near Royce Thompson.

Bryant then continued along the car park as people tried to escape along the shore. Doug Hutchinson was attempting to get into a coach when he was shot in the arm. He quickly changed directions, ran around the front of the coach, and then along the shore to the jetty and hid.

Bryant then went to his vehicle, which was just past the coaches, and changed weapons to the FN FAL. He fired at Denise Cromer, who was near the penitentiary ruins. Gravel flew up in front of her, as the bullets hit the ground. Bryant then got in his car and sat there for a few moments before getting out again and moving back to the coaches. Some people were taking cover behind cars in the car park, and because of the elevation, Bryant could see them and the cars did not provide much cover. When they realised Bryant had seen them, they ran into the bush. He fired several shots, at least one hit a tree behind which someone was taking cover, but no-one was hit.

Bryant moved back to the buses where Janet Quin laid injured from the earlier shot. Bryant shot her in the back, then left; she later died from her wounds. Bryant then went onto one of the coaches and fired a shot at Elva Gaylard who was on the bus hiding, hitting her in the arm and chest, killing her. At an adjacent coach, Gordon Francis saw what happened and moved down the aisle to try to shut the door of the coach he was on. He was seen by Bryant and shot from the opposite coach. He survived but needed four major operations.

Neville Quin, husband of Janette, had escaped to the jetty area, but had come back to look for his wife. He had been forced to leave her earlier after Bryant had shot her. Bryant exited the coach and noticing Quin, chased Quin around the coaches as he tried to escape. Bryant fired at him at least twice before Quin ran onto a coach, in the hope of escaping Bryant. Bryant entered the coach and pointed the gun at Neville Quin's face, saying, "No one gets away from me". Mr Quin ducked when he realised Bryant was about to pull the trigger. The bullet missed his head but hit his neck, momentarily paralysing him. After Bryant had left, Quin managed to find his wife, although she later died in his arms. Neville Quin was eventually taken away by helicopter and survived.

As Bryant left the coach, James Balasko, an American citizen, tried to catch Bryant on his video camera. He was successful but Bryant saw him and fired at him, hitting a nearby car. By now many people, unable to use their parked cars, were hiding or running along Jetty Road or the jetty itself. Most people did not know where Bryant was because the gunfire was extremely loud and difficult to pinpoint. It was not clear that Bryant was mobile, nor was it even clear from which direction the shots were coming.

During this time, Bryant had killed 24 people and injured 18.

Toll booth murders and carjacking

Bryant then got back into his car and proceeded to leave the car park. Witnesses say he was sounding the horn and waving, others say he was also firing. Bryant drove along Jetty Road towards the toll booth where a number of people were running away. Bryant passed by at least two people. Ahead of him were Nanette Mikac (née Moulton) and her two young children, Madeline, 3, and Alannah, 6 years old. Nanette was carrying Madeline and Alannah was running slightly ahead. By now they had run approximately 600 metres from the car park. Bryant opened his door and slowed down. Mikac moved towards the car, apparently thinking he was offering them help in escaping. Several more people witnessed this from further down the road. Someone then recognised him as the gunman and yelled out "It's him!". Bryant stepped out of the car, put his hand on Nanette Mikac's shoulder and told her to get on her knees. She did so, saying, "Please don't hurt my babies".

Bryant shot her in the temple, killing her, before firing a shot at Madeline, which hit her in the shoulder, before shooting her fatally through the chest. Bryant shot twice at Alannah, as she ran behind the tree, missing. He then walked up, pressed the barrel of the gun into her neck and fired, killing her instantly. Bryant fired one or two more rounds at some people hiding in a bush, but he missed. Having seen the murders of the children, some people further up the road began running. They told drivers of cars coming down the road to go back. The people thought Bryant would head up the road, so instead they proceeded on foot down a dirt side road and hid in the bush. The cars reversed up the road to the toll booth, and drivers stopped to ask the staff member what was happening. It appeared no one at the toll booth area knew what was happening.

Bryant drove up to the toll booth where there were several vehicles and blocked a BMW. The car was owned by Mary Rose Nixon. The car, driven by Russell James Pollard, was also occupied by Helene and Robert Graham Salzmann. An argument with Robert Salzmann ensued, and Bryant took out the FAL and shot Salzmann at point-blank range, killing him. Pollard emerged from the BMW and went towards Bryant, who shot him in the chest, killing him. More cars then arrived, seeing this, but were quickly able to reverse back up the road. Bryant then moved to the BMW and pulled Nixon and Helene Salzmann from the car and shot them dead, dragging their bodies onto the road. Bryant transferred ammunition, handcuffs, the AR-15 rifle and a fuel container to the BMW. Mary Nixon, Russell Pollard, and Helene Salzmann, as well as Graham Salzmann, are the people Bryant was charged with killing at the toll booth.

Another car then came towards the toll booth and Bryant shot at it. The driver, Graham Sutherland, was hit with glass. A second bullet hit the driver's door. The car quickly reversed back up the road and left. Bryant then got into the BMW having left behind a number of items in his Volvo, including his Daewoo shotgun and hundreds of rounds of ammunition.

During this time, Bryant had killed 31 and injured 19.

Service station murder and abduction

Graham Sutherland, who just had been shot at in his car, reversed back up the road and drove to the service station close by, where he tried to inform people what was happening. Bryant drove up to the service station and cut off a white Toyota Corolla that was attempting to exit onto the highway. Glenn Pears was driving the car with girlfriend Zoe Hall in the passenger seat. Bryant quickly exited the car with his rifle in hand and tried to pull Hall from the car. Pears got out of the car and approached Bryant. Bryant pointed the gun at Pears and pushed him backwards, eventually directing him into the now open boot of the BMW, locking Pears inside.

Bryant then moved back to the passenger side of the Corolla as Hall attempted to climb over to the driver's seat. Bryant raised his rifle and fired three shots, killing her. Many people around the service station saw this and ran to hide in nearby bushland. The service station attendant told everyone to lie down and he locked the main doors. He grabbed his rifle, but by the time he could retrieve some ammunition and load his gun, Bryant was back in his car and gone. A police officer arrived several minutes later and then went in the direction of Bryant.

Zoe Hall's murder marks Bryant's 32nd victim.

Seascape roadway

As Bryant drove down to Seascape he shot at a red Falcon coming the other way, smashing its front windscreen. Upon arriving at Seascape, he got out of his car. A Frontera 4WD vehicle then approached Seascape along the road. They saw Bryant with his gun but believed him to be rabbit hunting and actually slowed down as they passed him. Bryant fired into the car, the first bullet hit the bonnet and broke the throttle cable. He fired at least two more bullets into the car as it passed, breaking the windows. One bullet hit the driver, Linda White, in the arm. The car was going downhill so it was able to roll down the road out of sight around a corner. White swapped seats with her boyfriend, Michael Wanders, who attempted to drive the car but was unable to, because of the broken throttle cable.

Another vehicle then drove down the road, carrying four people. It was not until they were almost adjacent to Bryant that they realised he was carrying a gun. Bryant shot at the car, smashing the windscreen. Douglas Horner was wounded by shrapnel from the shattered windscreen. The car proceeded ahead where White and Wanders tried to get in, but Horner did not realise the situation and drove on. When they saw that White had been shot, they came back and picked them up. Both parties then continued down to a local establishment called the Fox and Hound, where they called police.

Yet another car drove past and Bryant shot at it, hitting the passenger, Susan Williams, in the hand. The driver, Simon Williams, was struck by shrapnel. Another approaching vehicle saw this and reversed back up the road. Bryant also fired at this car hitting it but not injuring anyone. Bryant then got back into the BMW and drove down the Seascape driveway to the house.

Sometime after he stopped, Bryant removed Pears from the boot and handcuffed him to a stair rail within the house. At some point he also set the BMW on fire with fuel. He is believed to have arrived at the house by about 2 p.m.

Wednesday, August 15, 2012

REJECTED DEMOS #2 -
TALIBAM "PUFF UP THE VOLUME"



The song is described by Talibam!'s label Critical Heights as taking "the viewer through Talibam!'s frustrations with the modern music industry. Rapping about their experiences of having collectively been in bands with members of Battles, TV on the Radio and Grizzly Bear, the song resonates with the universal theme that dedicating your life to your own art is tough business."

The disconnect of course being that these guys have dedicated their lives to making music that is almost universally detested in even the experimental underground. This takes some serious skill. I've heard people say that Talibam! is "good musicians making bad music" but let's go out on a limb here -- because "bad" can be such a vague term -- Talibam! are this generation's most successful musical virtuosos -- they put together a plan to make music that no one could possibly appreciate and they have executed this with laser precision. I could solicit demos from bands far&wide to create "the worst music possible" but Talibam!'s got them all beat. It's no contest. Only Talibam! possesses the musical talent to be exceptionally terrible from every conceivable angle. It's really a stunning accomplishment. 

Sure, that's just one person's opinion of what everyone else's opinion probably is so let's dig a bit deeper. Tiny Mix Tapes found the above video to be worthy of a four-paragraph write-up. That's some serious wordage in this age of Twitterrhea -- let's pull some select quotes from their review:

"Talibam!’s latest, a rap video for “It’s a Tough Day, Hard Day,” is equally absurd. It’s also really awesome/extremely terrible."

"It all adds up to an extremely brilliant pile of shit, an incisive/limp criticism on the state of the music biz. I love/hate it. I hate/love it. It’s actually really fun to wrap your mind around/impossible to listen to, and I can/can’t imagine anyone wanting to willfully listen to this stuff."

So there you have it -- for the record, Kevin Shea is by far the more talented M.C. & dancer on this joint -- but Matt Mottel has the courtesy to apologize when he comes in for his second verse -- demonstrating a self-awareness that separates Talibam! from the scores of clueless failures out there. It ain't no accident - Talibam! is an intricately executed inside job. Below peep Talibam!'s "RAP REPORT #4" for more evidence:



Thursday, July 26, 2012

THOUGHT BROADCAST>>>
LIVE WFMU SESSION & INTERVIEW



THOUGHT BROADCAST RECENTLY PLAYED A LIVE RADIO SESSION AT
WFMU ON DANIEL BLUMIN'S SHOW -- SATURDAY JULY, 21st, 2012

HERE'S THE THOUGHT BROADCAST SET
(22 MINUTES IN LENGTH - OPENS IN NEW WINDOW)


& HERE'S HIS ON-AIR INTERVIEW:
PART 1 - OPENS IN NEW WINDOW
PART 2 - OPENS IN NEW WINDOW

Wednesday, July 25, 2012

I WAS DANCING IN THE LIGHT OF THE MOVIE SCREEN





I WALK AROUND THE HALLS EVERY ONE'S ASLEEP
THEIR NOT EVEN HERE THEIR LIKE STUCK IN A DREAM
I WRITE IN MY JOURNAL TO GET SOME RELIEF
I SCRIBBLE ON THE DESK IN DISBELIEF
THE TEACHER ALWAYS TELLS ME THAT I'M NO USE
I'LL PROBABLY END UP DEAD AT THE PRIME OF MY YOUTH
I START TO PIERCE MY EAR AND DYE MY HAIR GREEN
I WALK AROUND TOWN EVERY ONE THINKS I'M A FREAK
THEY CALL ME...
CHORUS
"PIZZA FACE, BIG DISGRACE, JUST A ZIT, YOUR JUST NOT FIT
HE IS A KILLER NERD, HE IS A KILLER ,HE IS A KILLER
HE'S HAD TOO MUCH"
I USED TO BE THE TEACHERS PET
AN OBEDIENT NERD WHO ALWAYS NAILED THE TEST
BUT NOW I WISH I COULD GIVE MYSELF A LOBOTOMY
SO I WOULDN'T HAVE TO FEEL MY INVISIBILITY
I WAS DANCING IN THE LIGHT OF THE T.V. SCREEN
WHEN I DECIDED WHAT HAD TO BE DONE WITH ME.
STUDDED PIZZA FACED COCK ROACH DANCING IN THE LUNAR TRASH.
I ROCK OUT, I JUST MIGHT SHOCK OUT. ELECTRIC ZIT SUB-HUMANOID MOHAWK MACHINE
I ROCK OUT I ROCK OUT!! A BUBBLE GUM REBEL , I'M GONNA SHOCK OUT!!
CHORUS
"PIZZA FACE, BIG DISGRACE, JUST A ZIT, YOUR JUST NOT FIT
HE IS A KILLER NERD, HE IS A KILLER ,HE IS A KILLER
HE'S HAD TOO MUCH"

Friday, July 13, 2012

TONITE >> BODY ACTUALIZED CENTER >> BROOKLYN, NY
PINK KEYS RECORD RELEASE PARTY WITH
ALICE COHEN // LINGERIE // SOFA CLUB

BIG SHOW TONITE IN BROOKLYN -- RECORD RELEASE PARTY FOR ALICE COHEN'S "PINK KEYS" AT BODY ACTUALIZED -- FEATURING A SOLO SET BY ALICE PERFORMING SONGS FROM "PINK KEYS"  AND ADDITIONAL SETS BY LINGERIE AND SOFA CLUB
$10 // DOORS 9 P.M. // MUSIC STARTS AROUND 10 P.M.


ALICE COHEN:


LINGERIE:


SOFA CLUB:

Sunday, July 8, 2012

CHICAGO EDDIE HAS SOME STORIES FOR YOU>>>



Was watching this character's antics from afar out in Rockaway earlier today and thinking to myself "man, someone needs to film this guy, he's a walking reality show..." Then our paths collided and I was roped into receiving an hour-plus monologue from him with his face thrust as close as possible to mine --- which made dodging the huge chunks of flying spit that much harder... He covered lots of ground -- from his varied careers in military intelligence, drug smuggling, and 60's boy bands; to his family mafia connections, dodging hit men and the law, the airplane he once hijacked, and his role in helping get the legendary rock band STYX off the ground!!! He even claims that Styx's hit song "Renegade" was written about him... who knows?? The stories he had about his late-60's Chicago group that won a Battle of the Bands contest and received a trip to Europe as the reward did pass my fact-checks so maybe it's all true..... and sure enough someone was smart enough to film him -- I did a quick Google search and found the above video that went up about 6 weeks ago and had exactly ZERO views until my peep... now you too can spend 6 minutes with Chicago Eddie -- he's hardly getting warmed up here -- look for a spoken word vinyl + dvd box set sometime early next year...


Oh mama, I'm in fear for my life from the long arm of the law
Lawman has put an end to my running and I'm so far from my home
Oh mama, I can hear your crying you're so scared and all alone
Hangman is coming down from the gallows and I don't have very long

The jig is up the news is out they've finally found me
The renegade who had it made retrieved for a bounty
Never more to go astray
This will be the end today of the wanted man

Oh mama, I've been years on the lamb and had a high price on my head
Lawman said get him dead or alive now it's for sure he'll see me dead
Dear mama, I can hear you crying you're so scared and all alone
Hangman is coming down from the gallows and I don't have very long
[ From: http://www.elyrics.net/read/s/styx-lyrics/renegade-lyrics.html ]

The jig is up, the news is out they finally found me
The renegade who had it made retrieved for a bounty
Never more to go astray
The judge'll have revenge today on the wanted man

Oh mama, I'm in fear for my life from the long arm of the law
Hangman is coming down from the gallows and I don't have very long

The jig is up, the news is out they finally found me
The renegade who had it made retrieved for a bounty
Never more to go astray
This'll be the end today of the wanted man, the wanted man

[Incomprehensible]
No, no, no, no

Oh mama, don't let him take me
Oh no, oh no, no, no, no, no, no

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