Finally, Up the Excaliber. Seattle’s the Abodox return with a digital LP of uncompromising tech-metal which pleases the most discriminating listeners of all things heavy. Destroying the Pacific Northwest for the better part of a decade, the Abodox construct progressive extreme metal symphonies. Grab it in the I-Tunes store.
Gruvbox and 80s Invasion will be teaming up at Neumos this coming Friday, August 28th for a full night of live, retro dance music…
Gruvbox, 80’s Invasion :: Doors at 8 pm :: $10 adv :: Advance tickets on sale now at: www.ticketswest.com, select QFCs, Moe Bar, Rudy’s Barbershops [Buy Tickets Online] :: 21+
Don’t ever forget that Keith doesn’t play a fucking note on “It’s Only Rock ‘n’ Roll”….or that if you listen to the right Santana records, you may realize that he’s crazy mofo, actually that’s what I thought — Lotus — all yr heroes are failures-type shit…pickup trucks pulling up closing doors, etc…(if they didn’t fail, then why are you here), if yr into the dialcetc logistics, but I suppose if’n yr into those that ya got a couple of thumbs where the sun don’t shine.
Anyway, if you’re not aware, sometimes people…applause, appplause, applause, and then a g a i n, give me container of colorshifters for $500…one day you’ll wak e up and realize the truth…that Willie Nelson’s been mourning and praying for you since the day you were born. That’s probably more than most of us have done for ourselves…(I forgot, yr always alone with a cigarette…)”walking through streets that are dead”…kick it in yr pants again with that hippie-prog second grade typing lesson shit. That’s why Howie Leibrand is yr doctor. (They used to give us some shit, ‘cept for the folks that crossed over an’ won’t even say “hi, howdy, hello” anymore). Count, learn yr time, learn yr rhythm’n'funny breaks, por que no, answerve that question…ain’t no use in crying, stay away from me, from who knows where or when ‘cept when someone maybe fifteen and having an experience, ghosts dangling out the window on treble high notes (there is definitely too much room ‘twixt the notes), bum bum bum…stand at the station, and the tracks…ferget the metaphor, just look at ‘em an d s e e no wayout.
Stereo (some “new” psychedelic band with their puns on “stereo” sound – the standard for 50 years or so (if’n i’m wrong let’s have a discussion ’bout numbers & and now, was, and when)…born to lose, every dream has only brought me pain, de acuerdo, but who needs a string section? Axl Rose? Never listen to the myth. The history of rock’n'roll proves this. It’s an example of truth for better or worse. Look into what you want, but peer with a deep eye and if you find youself only worrying ’bout the third one and key changes, you’re joy voice can’t save visions of DIsney. All my life, I’ve always been so blue — so you imagine it’s good, but hey, who knows, whatever…clack clack clack clack clack clack…drum machines have great snare fills, going back to these origins, nature reality is the lesson, fragmentation is the rule, ha ha ha hah (ha does not equal hah?), make the nature scene (rule unveiled, ’cause they should be…’n if you know I know. And if you know anything than you’ve known it forever and you know everything there is to know. That’s what is called recollection. The marble emboided folks know about it. Snagged smoe steps from Jerusalem with some blood on ‘em. Which church has the longest reigning seat of the “Pope?” Your first guest is wrong, but when you see that saint with the skin of his enemies on his hands and the Ramones sang backwards.