Long before popcorn torture porn owned the mallrats or the Pentagon started contracting packs of robots to hunt down non-cooperative humans, Gravediggaz owned horrorcore.
I spent the last couple of days swimming in The Flaming Lips, interviewing front man Wayne Coyne and checking out his deranged holiday events, Christmas on Mars and March of 1,000 Skeletons.
Gang Gang Dance, Saint Dymphna [Scott Thill, Metromix] “Saint Dymphna” is a head-trip worth taking. From the undulating electronic warps and rollicking drums of “Vacuum” to the disjointed Krautrock of […]
I am hiding from the world, using Patrick McGoohan as a human shield.
Just in time for my daydream needs.
The actual band that performed Little Tibia and the Fibias’ most excellent “The Mummy” has yet to be identified.
“It was so incredibly untrue to life and yet so perfectly exposing at the same time.”