Jex Thoth – Blood Moon Rise

Can I borrow your gun a moment? Don’t worry, you can go back to chasing your phantoms in a moment, I’ll give it straight back.
There’s a target on the loose. It must have done something or it wouldn’t be a target and it wouldn’t be on the loose. Straight back down the sine wave, we each began the ride.
During the break, we’ll be discussing where to put our greetings cards when we’ve done eviscerading them. Our sponsors are sure to be doing the same, why not stick around and check?
With no end in sight, we kept pursuing, I the pursued, seeking respite, but the producers told me it was too successful to stop, so I must keep running – I thought a day would be a day, one revolution, no more. Now I wish I knew more, like when to pull the trigger, only if I knock down this target, the show is over. Here, have your gun back.

 

Sort of a gig review – JuJu / Psychic Lemon

This was at The Soundhouse in Leicester, yesterday, 15th Feb 2018CE.

In times past, whenever people have said blokes can’t multi-task, I’ve always responded ‘drummers.’

I’m now going to respond ‘the drummer from Psychic Lemon.’ Not only does dude play a wicked rhythm, he also gets in playing the keyboard whilst drumming!
Band have a monster groove. Me like the jam-band that doesn’t play dirgey music aesthetic. Me will watch again.

Listen to them here (sidebar: Chelmsford is my origin)

JuJu. I do not type this lightly. One of the best sets I’ve ever watched. Again, groove. Mostly it was just unerringly uplifting, positive. They transformed one of my least favourite weeks ever into one of my favourite ever, solely with their performance. If you get a chance to watch, do so.

 

Abronia – Obsidian Visions / Shadowed Lands

In the first place was the winner of the people chase, a lank haired fox named Orville, who won because of the magic imparted by his evil anvil. Orville, who counted several devils amongst his drinking accountants, promptly took his previous second best certificate and rolled it into a ginormous reefer which hit him harder than his hammer and he had to put it down. The people got away again, thus setting up a new race, this one won by His Majesty Gumley St. Helene-Trouser Slew, whose corpulent incompetence was passed through the ages to a present that neither knew nor cared as now is the time and cares nothing for tradition because tradition is history and history doesn’t exist. So the people got away again, the shackles giving up in a wimp of smoke and this time the moguls went after them – by this and by that they did keep gesticulating, transforming life into matter and then selling it as the status they craved. But the moment ignored them – after an enlightening experience it takes long persistences of abuse to make one forget that light but it only takes one instant flash to undo all that damage and see all the abuse for what it really was.

Poppy Ackroyd – Resolve

Everything happened at once. I couldn’t make sense of it all so I split it up into a series of events that seemed connected, which I tried to experience in succession in the hope that this would render it sensible, but the information was still too intense, so I fractured myself into myriad perceptual units so as to take in one little fragment at a time, but even these chunks were unmanageable so I had to imagine new and unheard of angles from which to perceive so as to widen the scope of the possibilities unto almost infinity as far as I could make out. Even then, I had to get the separate units to reproduce themselves at regular intervals, and still the information kept on coming. Indeed, it seemed it was expanding to fill every perceptual space I was creating. I needed to think of a new format.

Dead Sea Apes – Recondite

Tomorrow has broken down. Please wait with today until tomorrow can be repaired. Yesterday is currently closed for refurbishment, and cannot be opened at present. Please remain with today until tomorrow is open.

Where is my universe? I asked. Exactly where you left it, came the reply. Only it’s not there, that’s a different universe entirely, said I. Are you sure? I was asked. But it looks the same, was insisted. Oh, it’s not, quoth I, I know my universe when I see it. But what’s the difference? Oh, no difference. It’s just not the same universe. It might look the same, it might have the same constituent parts…
…but try getting in it.

 

Cremation Lily – Radiance and Instability

The word ‘myself’ implies that the self is a possession. Discuss.

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Reality is very close to the ultimate illusion; very few people question it.

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Don’t try to engage my enthusiasm on a Monday. My enthusiasm spends the day in its bed. It likes long weekends.

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Words are a lot like statistics. You can use them to prove anything. You can also use them to disprove anything.

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Is that really my mind? It looks so unfamiliar from the outside.

The Big Drum in the Sky Religion – Super Panentheistic Freakout Infinity

Making sense is overrated. Even trying to be vaguely understood is restrictive.

The Heebyjeeby is, by nature, a solitary, quiet animal, with a small penchant for building nests which it then sells to small mammals or birds, depending on locale, price, amenities, frequency of mobs etc. Almost never does it come into contact with more than one of its own species, and its dealings with other animals it likes it also keeps to a minimum, unless selling them compact and bijou but deceptively spacious living spaces. Then, one fateful day (everyday is fateful in at least one area) a Heeby named Jeeby was prostrate in a jeep, thinking about the good old ways and how to apply for them when an angry squirrel confronted it and accused it of hiding his nuts (they were actually just cheap nuts, and had simply gone). Jeeby quickly vacated the jeep, but ran into another Heeby called Cake, who was running from a stoat who’d fancied a change of nightmare for a day. The two of them set off on an adventure in fleeing, but encountered another pair of heebyjeebies, whose names we shall no longer document, who were running away from things we shall no longer keep track of, because registers are products of the bureaucratic mind, which is like an organic machine, constantly being reducted. One thing led to another and soon there were a whole pack running for all they were worth in a bear market when they actually did run into a bear market, which caused some of the more nervous to start screaming, which set them All off.

And that was where we came in, and how they got their name.

Sonido Gallo Negro – Sendero Mistico

The universe being a vibration, we therefore live in a tune-iverse!

Being deranged is fun. You should try it sometime.

If you don’t rock the boat, how do you know its robust?

I lost the plot, and I would do it again.

 

JuJu – self titled

Don’t forget the hinges, you might need them. Oh bugger, I left mine on the mantelpiece

–no, don’t go back, don’t worry about them. I’ve been thinking about giving them up anyway, this is as good a reason as any. I shall remain without hinges for a while

– unhinged, if you will, just to see what it’s like. I shall report back intermittently. Don’t wait up.

Bardo Pond – Volume 8

Initially, we built a wall. It started off as a small wall, then it became a big wall and a thick wall and a wide wall and then people wondered whether or not we could build a wall that we couldn‟t climb or scale in any way, but we left that worry to the worriers.

One thing we did concern ourselves with, though, was just how boring the wall looked, so we started to decorate it (in practice, little people had been putting their little illustrations on already, many of them denigrative of the wall). So we split the wall up and sold off squares of it, and those squares were duly decorated with whatever the owners of those squares wished, plus that which appeared spontaneously, often in reaction.

But it was becoming apparent that the wall was costing a lot to maintain, so we started importing the bricks from south east Asia, as we had people over there, and they were able to manipulate things so that it actually became cheaper for us in purely monetary cost considerations (are there any other cons iderations to consider?) to import the bricks from Chinesia. This held for a while, and the wall grew ever higher, and its decorations became so elaborate that many observers didn‟t even realise there was a wall behind the pictures.

Soon, the pictures were all that remained in the popular memory, so we saw that as an opportunity to sell some of the more expensive bricks, as the projectors maintaining the illusions were of such high quality that they could project their nothing onto nothing itself. So we con tinued selling our bricks, slowly at first, and then more rapidly as they became more sought after, and the by now moving pictures reassured everybody that everything was fine and normal and the wall is as indomitable as ever.

But, in practice, the wall had completely gone, and the profits from the sale were draining away on keeping the projectors fed for the image parade, because, without those images, the people would realise what we had been up to, and we couldn’t let that happen, oh no, not at all.

So we made the images brighter and louder, repeating only the most successful images, and in the meantime, cast about for some new bricks