CRANK STURGEON — Old Cholk Codger Hereparts (ie... Hooligan Epochs)
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Trash-(Stress?)-Noise aus Nordamerikas experimentellem Dada / Anti-Musik Underground. Haufenweise scheppernder Konkret-Lärm, Rhythmus-Box, Klatschen, unglaublicher Gesang & Grunzen, gutturale Kehlkopf(im/ex)pressionen, Mickimaus-Stimmen, irre Samples, unidentifizierbare Instrumente tauchen auf, das alles klingt irgendwie sympathisch wahnsinnig und ist keine Sekunde langweilig......
auf 11 Stücke verteilt sich dieser wilde und ungestüme DADA-Anschlag. Tolles 7“ –silkscreen-Klappcover mit Leuchtfarbe !
“Cranky Poo himself about this new slab of terror ; I'm a forest pixie. at heart. Barefoot. pregnant. or being the bearded lady at the local Shop n' Save. Noise can be this as much as the next guy. I don't like Kid Rock. I don't care for Nine Inch Nails. I'm not a culture follower. I do as I please. when things fancy me. Couple this with the sheer desperation of out times and the thumbs up yer potatoey ass of being an American who doesn't seem to click in with anything that is typified as 'merican....[ ] ... But anyway. par for the course; the most depressing job in America is working at a fastfood joint. and then having to go out in public in your fastfood costume and get people to entertain the notion of eating at this place that simultaneously employs and humiliates you. Taking this a step further. and there's the one-man-crank-folk-sturgeon. The imaginary driver sees this and wonders to himself. what's he doing? waving at us in fronta' that restaurant... awwww nuts. he's puking up stuff. green foamy. oh god. oh god change the channel. wait. this isn't tv. speed up honey. shiiiit. hurry. just drive. don't look at him in the eyes... Ah you know. It's a fantasy afterall. Sonic folk puke dumb. I like the giddy glee in annoying. but not hurting people. I can't explain it. Maybe it's because revoltion is so bland when sung by angry dung beetles and their acoustic guitars... I remember thinking when I was fourteen or so. how cool it was to be hanging out with my older brothers and their friends. they were all arty and out there (they used to be. I should say). and well... then they put on some doinking Woodstock ape LP's. and I was severely disappointed. Expecting I guess. something I hadn't heard. not this worn weary hippie stuff none of us had any part in and our dads were into (if they were all doobie-puffers back in the day). I think the next year I had uncovered ol' Blixa and company by some chance operation. as Cage woulda' nicked. and so guided by hushed German voices and clangor. never looked back. Professionally printed CDR packaged in hand-silkscreened fold-out 7inch covers with design by Jelle Crama. Limited edition of only 150 copies.” [from the label info]
auf 11 Stücke verteilt sich dieser wilde und ungestüme DADA-Anschlag. Tolles 7“ –silkscreen-Klappcover mit Leuchtfarbe !
“Cranky Poo himself about this new slab of terror ; I'm a forest pixie. at heart. Barefoot. pregnant. or being the bearded lady at the local Shop n' Save. Noise can be this as much as the next guy. I don't like Kid Rock. I don't care for Nine Inch Nails. I'm not a culture follower. I do as I please. when things fancy me. Couple this with the sheer desperation of out times and the thumbs up yer potatoey ass of being an American who doesn't seem to click in with anything that is typified as 'merican....[ ] ... But anyway. par for the course; the most depressing job in America is working at a fastfood joint. and then having to go out in public in your fastfood costume and get people to entertain the notion of eating at this place that simultaneously employs and humiliates you. Taking this a step further. and there's the one-man-crank-folk-sturgeon. The imaginary driver sees this and wonders to himself. what's he doing? waving at us in fronta' that restaurant... awwww nuts. he's puking up stuff. green foamy. oh god. oh god change the channel. wait. this isn't tv. speed up honey. shiiiit. hurry. just drive. don't look at him in the eyes... Ah you know. It's a fantasy afterall. Sonic folk puke dumb. I like the giddy glee in annoying. but not hurting people. I can't explain it. Maybe it's because revoltion is so bland when sung by angry dung beetles and their acoustic guitars... I remember thinking when I was fourteen or so. how cool it was to be hanging out with my older brothers and their friends. they were all arty and out there (they used to be. I should say). and well... then they put on some doinking Woodstock ape LP's. and I was severely disappointed. Expecting I guess. something I hadn't heard. not this worn weary hippie stuff none of us had any part in and our dads were into (if they were all doobie-puffers back in the day). I think the next year I had uncovered ol' Blixa and company by some chance operation. as Cage woulda' nicked. and so guided by hushed German voices and clangor. never looked back. Professionally printed CDR packaged in hand-silkscreened fold-out 7inch covers with design by Jelle Crama. Limited edition of only 150 copies.” [from the label info]