A New Sitcom

This from The Sun.

I think I once pitched a sitcom to Channel 4 featuring these three. Jimmy, Pete and Frank flatshare with hilarious consequences / jogging disasters / hammerheading.

Now, in a metatarsal snapping bit of hyperstition (do people still use that term? Is it a term? 2004 seems a long long time ago), the three fellows are locked together at Broadmoor (actually, that might be the tag line for the script I'm about to send to Channel 4, no BBC 4, perhaps Fiver...) and waiting for camera opportunities.

As Big Black once said: Jim'll fix it; alright...

Bob and Anti-Man

Evil twins, both Jeckyll and Hyding in their way.

Gunter Brus & Aphex Twin

Aphex Twin - Logan's Rock Witch (early version)

Rattled Cages, amongst others. No reason to believe that any of this.



Aphex Twin - Afx237 v7

Lila says, and 2007 was an odd one, full of germs.



Aphex Twin - 73 Yips

Hastur or Pyg, or the semblensentences. One day, this made sense.



Aphex Twin - Backdoor.NetShadow

Scarecrowing.

I haven't looked at any of this for ages and I don't remember why it began, what I was thinking (or when) but after seeing Doppelganger last night, I'm just going to keep going, I think.

There's no money in it, after all.

Meat Loafing

Mucking about for the first time in years on Dissensus and came across this:



Which made me smile.

Can't remember Dissensus ever making me smile before.

Times, they are a changin'.

The Last Of The Butcher's Arms

...saw this title as a Facebook photo album and wondered whether my old haunt, the cross-legged, hook-nosed, broken-backed Butcher's Arms was finally giving up the ghost; twinged by the Weatherspoons (jackboot on every face etc), tossed to the door dogs...

Oh well. Haven't been there for almost ten years; don't know what I'm moaning about.

In the photo album there was certainly some people I recognise being there from years back (Kek'll know 'em) - some of the wreckers of civilization from a party that inadvertently shunted some of An Idiot's Guide To Dreaming together, many blog years ago...

For no reason at all, I think of Amon Duul II when I think of The Butcher's, so...

Amon Duul II - Wolf City

Stolen from here

Lux Interior RIP

Lux Interior has died. People won't be that surprised. The last time anyone I knew saw The Cramps was about 5 years ago and they said in the first 5 minutes he'd stage-dived off an amp stack and landed on his head with the microphone wedged into his mouth. They've got blood flecks on their jeans to prove it.

The Cramps were one of my first 'indie' groups; an ideal introduction to life as a 13year old, a transition between the tubthumping and camp clowning of childhood (late period Adam and the Ants) and the easy worthiness of The Jam. The Cramps were both Pre-Cardinal and Cardinal for me and there must be a least a dozen of their songs that have distinct memories attached to them; burned like flashbulbs...

I'll get to them later.

The Cramps - I Aint Nothing But A Gorehound

The Cramps - Goo Goo Muck

The Cramps - Surfin Bird

Great stuff about these guys at Uncarved.

The Alchymical Walkers

Walker's new crisp flavours show that alchemy is still alive and kicking in the chemlabs of Little Age, Mass... the cows turn left at the tannery, exhale slowly, build up a froth of steam from their hooves... the magickians in the Walker's lab are scuttling animal extracts, pulling bad teeth from imaginary animals, creating their own Jenny Hanivers, slipping on loose electrons...

Cornelius Cardew - Octet '71

These people potboil themselves into infinity, these potions coagulate metal, draw inspiration from Hell itself...



The new Builder's Breakfast flavour is tinged with brimstone and sulphur, kisses the arse of the Devil - these are crisps that would be burned at the stake... that should be.

No amount of food technology and wrangling can offer a better solution - the people who created this flavour are full of bad tidings, drenched in Lore, suffused with dark light, moonspill, sufferance, servitude...

The Old Ones coming in a conduit of slippery potato eelskins...

Builder's Breakfast crisps are the new Necromonicon ; stay away from backwards eating, stay away from eating at all... nothing good can possibly come from this hellish brew, this broken limb, this synaesthetic savagery (the shapes created by the taste of these things are the kind that exist only in the mind of quantum physicists, all the edges heading towards the places you can't point to).

Cornelius Cardew - The Turtledove

You might think I'm overstating but, honestly, this is the kind of stuff that breakdowns are made of, somewhere in the bowels of Paris a magickal working has left a lone adept naked and rocking, his mind blown; the packaging plant must look like the final scenes of the Exorcist...

Cornelius Cardew - Smash The Social Contract