NIGHTMARE SEX TAPE

Check out my the new blog, Nightmare Sex Tape.

And thanks for being patient. It's been a crazy couple of months. Hope all of you are well.

NEW BLOG

Within the next week, I will officially 'retire' the Deep Movements blog and premiere a new blog called CHILDRRN'S FAERYLAND. The new blog will be of a more all-inclusice approach to culture through the eyes of the maniac you see below:



This means that I'll be posting everything from the music you've come to expect from me, plus thoughts on literature, film, cock sizes, and so on. So follow here for news & the URL of the CHILDRRN'S FAERYLAND blog.

AAAAAARRRRRGGGGHHHH

My house was burglarized last night. My computer is gone. I'm going to try to keep posting despite these shite circumstances, but I might be a bit out of commission for the week...SORRY.

Also, to the teenagers who jacked our shit: FUCK YOU.

carry on

Today marks the first 'official' day of the Bay Area Anarchist Book Fair, and so I'm letting you in on one of the most brutal hardcore bands of the '90s, His Hero is Gone. Turns out their bassist, Carl Auge, got his MFA in painting at CCA, where I'm finishing up my MFA in poetry at the moment. (I KNOW, FUCKIN' DUMB IDEA, DON'T GO TO GRAD SCHOOL KIDS). The painting above is by him, and you can check out more of his work here. And dig "Carry On," because its changes are just way too amazing.

His Hero is Gone- Carry On

Tomorrow, some Black Tambourine.

travelin' girlz

First off, tonight is another installment of an epic lineup featuring two of our favorite bands here; namely, Shannon and the Clams and Hunx and His Punkettes. It's a tour kick-off party, so check out their pages for dates (and thank yr lucky stars if yr gonna be in Austin for SXSW), and say hi (or do more) to them when they're in your town. QUEER ROCKNROLL MADNESS!

Shannon & the Clams- You Can Come Over

Next, as a send off (and an intimation of my jealousy of Shannon, Hunx and crew), here's a track from the AWESOME upcoming album from The Bitters, which will be released on Mexican Summer in April. Anyway, who wouldn't want to be a travelin' girl? Dangz.

The Bitters- Travelin' Girl

i am secretly an important man

Forecast in chrome and plastic. Tyrants breathing alloy of slavery, planet hunger, versions of Jackie O. Sherry, Sherry baby, won't you come out tonight? And the stars whisper like old blood at the edges of the body of night. She stood with one hand on the phone for four hours, poised as though only a few seconds had passed. I watched her through the crack between the shade and the sill. She waited for a forecast in human trembling, together with other important women. Come, come, come out tonight. The world suffers for her: The clock hurries like a terrified animal, then stops, dribbling saliva. She has eaten chicken pie and bubble gum. For a month the Luftewaffe lived on raisins. Same with the French, after the war. Jackie O. received fresh oranges from John Kennedy. Silly girl. She cannot put down the telephone receiver. She is waiting to receive my body of work. She wants to take it in her ear. A mottled flush builds under her cheeks. She eats Xmas candy while she waits. The telephone rings and rings. I am not at home. I am with Jackie O. We are eating oranges from the president. We are alone on the roof of a Park Avenue penthouse. Picture of Marilyn Monroe in my back pocket molded by the heat and sweat to the shape of my buttocks. You are gripping the phone smiling, eating candy, crying. I am with the important women, now. I am secretly an important man. Hang up the phone. I can't dance with you, anymore. Go to your freezer and get a popsicle. Go to your TV. Turn on your TV. You will see me and Jackie O. She will be taking it in the ear, my body of work. In the planetarium. You will receive a forecast. I will always be more important than you. You will never be important enough. You will never be on the whip-hand end of slavery, never be the one to wield hunger against humanity. Heaven will never be an extension of your body. Your body will always belong to someone else. The picture of Marilyn Monroe flutters across the roof, steaming, shaped like me. Shaped like my ass. The sky is filled with oranges during the war. We eat them. The president is alone in a room. He is unimportant. As we eat his oranges the sky grows blacker. The moon ripens and turns red. It rots and is swallowed by the darkness. You are still by the phone. It is ringing and ringing, dead. Sherry, Sherry baby, won't you come out tonight? It is completely dark. The earth freezes. You put down the receiver and go to the window. Come, come, come out tonight.

I first heard this when I was eleven years old. Changed my life. For more on Steven Jesse Bernstein and his work, do go here.

i don't know why i need you so

If you're not familiar with the output of Kleenex/LiLiPUT, then I recommend going over here to learn the history...

What's exciting is that KRS are putting out yet another compilation of the group's output, this time featuring two live sets from Kleenex and LiLiPUT, as well as a DVD of videos and a tour film. Unreleased as of yet, I can't resist putting up a track from Kleenex's live set from Biel in 1979. A love song of sorts.

Kleenex- Madness

Tomorrow, maybe something from the land of corn?

sun tone

IT'S SUNNY AND WARM AND I'M LISTENING TO THESE AWESOME DAVE NADA EDITS OF SLOWED DUTCH HOUSE AT REGGAETON SPEEDS. PUMP THIS UP RIGHT NOW AND GET IT ONNNN!!!! ASS-SHAKING MIND-MELTING SPINE-CURVING!

Dave Nada- Ruffcut - Moombahton Dub

tell us that we're young and funny

Hey! No downloads today— I promise their return tomorrow— but wanted to voice my enthusiasm for this awesome show tonight, featuring Myles Cooper USA and Juiceboxxx. The latter is also spinning tomorrow at the special J.D. Samson edition of Hella Gay in Oakland, but $15 is STEEP, so come out to 2211 Mission @ 18th (aka NIGHTMARE CITY) tonight to party down. And check out the awesome video for Myles' hit song above!

this is a church on fire

Hey, check out this post dedicated to me over at Dennis Cooper's blog. It's all videos of churches on fire, a filmic subject that I became obsessed with one night a couple of weeks ago. Pretty amazing stuff, watch it while listening to some Burzum. Or maybe this awesome Born Against track below... 'I WANT THIS BEAUTIFUL RELIGION TO BURN.'

Born Against- Eulogy

Tomorrow, something you can dance to.

wake and eat

BUSY, SORRY, HERE ARE SOME TRACKS.

Trus'Me's last album, In the Red, didn't get a whole lot of attention because of its unfortunate December 2009 release date. However, it is one of the more interesting and varied albums to come out of the past year, with amazing collaborations featuring Amp Fiddler, Dam-Funk, and others. "Sweet Mother" is sort of a perfect deep house track: nicely syncopated percussion, melancholic pianos, and some soulful male vocals riding over it. A slow burner, this one is a secret sort of earworm that'll be stuck in your ears for days...

Trus'Me- Sweet Mother

Next up, another favorite from the Philadelphia hardcore/punk scene of the mid- to late-'90s. 2.5 Children Inc. were the hardest of the West Chester/Creep Records crew, and definitely the best, in my opinion. With a sound somewhere between Poison Idea, Conflict, and Avail (weirdly enough), "Wake and Eat" was the sort of thing I put on every mixtape I made for every friend for about five years. Get at it.

2.5 Children Inc.- Wake and Eat

good cop bad cop

Another weekend, another hit to my brain and liver...

But that's besides the point. Today, I'm offering up an awesome track from one of my favorite Philly hardcore bands. Kill the Man Who Questions was one of the most unapologetically political, amazingly thrashing bands of the late '90s. A KTMWQ live set was always bound to turn into a circle-pit of cute sweaty crusty boys and grrls screaming along to all the lyrics, with Pat's Iron Maiden-like guitar shredding and the dueling yells of Mike and Nikki leading the sonic assault. To boot, the band-members whose whereabouts I know of are fucking awesome people. (Andrew is still playing in xLIMP WRISTx, FYI).

So here's "Good Cop, Bad Cop," which "is about being fed shit for entertainment and still being happy to wait in line to pay for more of it. This is about what's on your TV, what's on your radio, what's in your magazines and your movies. The Romans had a saying about keeping the unruly masses in line. Give them Bread and a Circus and they won't raise a fuss. Today, our bellies are full and our eyes and ears are busy, but our heads are fucking empty. So stay tuned, coming soon, after the break,...etc."

Kill the Man Who Questions- Good Cop, Bad Cop

House tomorrow.

covered in white

In 2006, my old experimental electronics group opened for Excepter, whom I'd booked at the Oberlin College club. In the haze of the next day— the Excepter dudes know how to party— my friends and I realized that one of them had left a backpack with an amazing iPod inside of it. Needless to say, we ripped a lot of stuff off of the iPod, sent it back to its owner, and the whole thing seemed to be over.

Then, in 2008 (or 2009?), I got a note from the guy whose iPod had been left behind, and it turned out we were both living in the Bay Area. Now, that guy (Mr. Girardin to you) does this amazing one-man project called Jaws. While sometimes similar to early Excepter tracks in terms of the density of sound, there's something infinitely more troubling, paranoid, and awesomely confrontational about the early Jaws output. Though he assures me that new material is more danceable and less claustrophobically great, I thought that I'd share a track from the older stuff with you today, since Jaws is performing tonight at AMNESIA, b/w 19th and 20th on Valencia in the Mission. See you there, and check out the spacey doom (and absurd panning) of the slice below.

Jaws- Covered in White

Tomorrow, some pppuuunnnkkkkkk.

wishez

Intense Italo sounds on so, so many hits of acid. "and ten treed leaves" by Zeljko McMullen's Wish alias sounds like Moroder telling all the schranz dudes to calm the fuck down and eat some yellow sunshine and watch the fuckin' ocean. Get to it.

Wish- and ten treed leaves

And while yr at it, check out all the other stuff going down with Shinkoyo family AND the Paris London West Nile performance space in Brooklyn that serves as a home and studio space to many of its members.

Oh, and also, there's another mp3 write-up I did for Wish today on XLR8R.com. Check that track here.

Later today, a post featuring the death dubs of San Francisco's very own Jaws.... get scared.

growth

I need to calm the fuck down and just let things happen. This new album from The Seven Fields of Aphelion is pretty much perfect for that purpose. Like running through fields holding hands with yr best friend at the end of summer. Warm synth drones, delayed sentimental piano lines, a real glow that is unbelievably gorgeous yet sort of sad because it doesn't last forever... though if it did, that would make it unremarkable. Paradox.

The Seven Fields of Aphelion- Grown

Oh, and just FYI, Shannon & the Clams and Hunx & His Punkettes KILLED IT last night at Ghost Town Gallery. Check them out when they're in yr town!

Tomorrow, some stuff from one of my boyz in Brooklyn.

body work

Need a masseuse over here... because I'm covered in scrapes and bruises, and obviously need a lecture on making good choices, especially in terms of who to make out with at the party.

AND, of course, this AWESOME SHOW tonight. Hunx, Magic Kids, Shannon & the Clams.... Ghost Town Gallery, 25th & San Pablo, Oakland.... Be there.

weather

Once in a while, the requests for reposts of tracks comes to a fever pitch— recall the repost of Norma Jean Bell a while back— and I yield to pressure.

Today, a classic remix of an even more iconic track. Here's my original post:

Today, I give you a classic remix of Hardrive's "Deep Inside," done by "Little" Louie Vega himself. The Heavy Weather mix of "Deep Inside" is some prescient house music-- the bass-line is an echoey and weirdly arpeggiated monster that sounds as if it could be contemporary, and accompanied by deep kicks and the classic Barbara Tucker vocal sample, it is an astounding piece of dance music that is sure to get as many people on the floor now as it did in 1993.

Hardrive- Deep Inside (Heavy Weather Mix)

To all who requested it, thanks for your interest!!

feels so good

Ah, a still from my favorite vintage porno.

PLUS, THIS IS THE BEST TECHNO TRACK EVER FUCKING COMPOSED. SERIOUSLY. IAN LOVEDAY RIP.

Minimal Man- Treatment Feel

See you tomorrow.

leopard sun

All right, I'm an asshole, haven't had the time to digitize the queercore, so let's just hold off on that 'til later in the week. Tight? Tight.

Instead, another blast from the past: Double Leopards! One of those legendary noise bands lost to the sands of time, there was a point some years ago when I was talking with Mike Bernstein, one of the group's members, about playing a show in the noise chapel in Ohio. Unfortunately, Double Leopards went kaput before that could happen...

Nonetheless, their discography shows a breadth of sounds and approaches to sonics that would make a lot of noise groups blush. From hallucinogenic sine-wave madness to guitar-based emotional drones, the 'Leopards were among the most-played groups on my old radio show, Melting Glaciers of the Synapses, which I hosted with treasured friend and associate P. Corwin Lamm. I miss those heady days.

Without further ado, tho, here are some tracks for your ears...

Double Leopards- Glissando Harmonization of the Skeletal Remains of Stalin (from The Axe Helve LP)

Double Leopards- Meadow Phantasm (from the Soulless Dust, Speed, and Strength CDr)

Double Leopards- Daughter + Sun (from the Circa 1999-2001 CDr)

how we rock

Every couple of months, something in my head clicks and I get really into Kompakt-style minimal and hard acid techno again. Not that I ever really got out of it, but sometimes, its hardness and lack of 'soul' goovin' aren't my cup of tea. This time around, I've been pumping a lot of older Reinhard Voigt tracks and Jurgen Paape slices...

Taken from Kompakt's Speicher 13, "Protekt" wouldn't be out of place on a mix from one of the Underground Resistance crew, what with its acidy melodic lines, hard dry kicks, and punctuating stabs. And with a nicely-synced bass throb, mixing this with some Dopplereffekt is also highly recommended...hearing "Cellular Phone" slowly creep in during this piece is some ace shit.

Reinhard Voigt- Protekt

Jurgen Paape's "Take This" is from 2007, but sounds like it could be from minimal's early days, its simply harsh melodic line and two-note bassline providing a steely backbone to intrusions from bells, echoey brass. Truly excellent panning work begs that this piece be blasted on a loud, multi-channel system. Taken from Kompakt's Speicher 45.

Jurgen Paape- Take This

Okay, tomorrow, some hispanic punk and some queercore. Get yr fuckin' rocks off.