*Discogs*
*Indie pop from Germany. - Blogatrix *
*Tracklist*
1
Sleeping Cliché
2
I Thought That I
3
Mental Harvest
4
To Mum
5
In A Milky M...
Thursday, October 16, 2008
Wednesday, October 15, 2008
Monday, October 13, 2008
11:55am Daniel: i want more turkey than you and everyone
11:56am Jennifer: i want more cranberry sauce than the people at cranberry farms
11:57am Daniel:i want more curry than india
11:58am Jennifer: i want more sweaters than alaska
11:58am Daniel: i want more babooshkas than siberia
11:58am Jennifer: i want more seclusion than greenland
12:00pm Daniel: i want more suicides than finland12:00pm Jennifer: i want more cigarettes than montreal
12:00pm Daniel: i want more immigrants than new mexico
12:02pm Jennifer: i want more hippies than nelson
12:04pm Daniel i want more churches than Norway
12:06pm Jennifer: i want more masturbation than the army.
12:06pm Daniel: hahahaha
Sunday, October 12, 2008
Friday, October 10, 2008
Tuesday, October 7, 2008
Monday, October 6, 2008
Sunday, October 5, 2008
Saturday, October 4, 2008
Friday, October 3, 2008
Dear Lady in Apt#815,
I'm sorry that my cat has caused you grief. I'm sure if you were locked up in an apartment and realized you could hang out in other places by sneaking under a balcony divider, you would probably do so too.
I'm not sorry YOUR cat freaked out and bit you on the arm because you chose to bring a strange cat onto its turf. I'm not sorry you haven't kept up with your immunizations and had to get a Tetanus shot. It's not my fault you chose some clinic that charged you $25 dollars. I sliced my head open on a ceiling duct and got my shit for free.
And did you really need a tetanus shot? Really? Has your cat been eating moldy garbage lately? Digging around manure? Because I'm pretty sure if your cat is as indoor as mine, you aren't going to contract fucking lockjaw from getting bit by a Whiskas mouth.
However, for your mental health, may I recommend smoking pot, injesting Valium, or listening to those Tranquility tapes where they record trickling rivers and birds chirping.
Fucking relax.
I'm sorry that my cat has caused you grief. I'm sure if you were locked up in an apartment and realized you could hang out in other places by sneaking under a balcony divider, you would probably do so too.
I'm not sorry YOUR cat freaked out and bit you on the arm because you chose to bring a strange cat onto its turf. I'm not sorry you haven't kept up with your immunizations and had to get a Tetanus shot. It's not my fault you chose some clinic that charged you $25 dollars. I sliced my head open on a ceiling duct and got my shit for free.
And did you really need a tetanus shot? Really? Has your cat been eating moldy garbage lately? Digging around manure? Because I'm pretty sure if your cat is as indoor as mine, you aren't going to contract fucking lockjaw from getting bit by a Whiskas mouth.
However, for your mental health, may I recommend smoking pot, injesting Valium, or listening to those Tranquility tapes where they record trickling rivers and birds chirping.
Fucking relax.
Thursday, October 2, 2008
Wednesday, October 1, 2008
Saturday, September 27, 2008
Library House Show Cancelled.
You know what? If you like going to house shows where its next to nothing to get in, in someones living room, where everyone is there to get rad and have good time and drink or not drink and smoke or not smoke or get high or hardcore dance,
then DON'T FUCK WITH THE VENUE.
Or the promoter. Or the promoters friends.
And especially, ESPECIALLY not the neighbours.
I'm sick of this shit.
Whether is belligerent minors who drink three beers and start falling into rented P.A. speakers,
or drunk street kids who are bent on out-punking everyone by hating clean pants and smirking at talk of jobs and paying rent.
Seriously?
The kids (non gender/age specific) that put on shows are not trying to fuck with your lifestyle. They are not saying you should dress like them, drink the beer they drink, support the Vegan Reich, eat the right amount of whatever, do the right amount of whatever, or listen to the right amount of whatever.
They just want to put on shows. In a safe, somewhat respectful, somewhat DIY environment.
Spraypainting the neighbours sedan, four door whatever, is not going to help this happen.
So if you enjoy getting shitfaced at house shows and not having to pay ridiculous cover,
and not being asked for a second peice of ID when you show them a passport,
or searched and consequently groped by a creep door guy,
or talked to like a dumbfuck by some jerk bartender,
or having to pay seven dollars for a watered down vodka soda,
then respect the fucking scene, and the people who pay rent for the houses you are about to trash.
Jesus.
(RIP Library House)
then DON'T FUCK WITH THE VENUE.
Or the promoter. Or the promoters friends.
And especially, ESPECIALLY not the neighbours.
I'm sick of this shit.
Whether is belligerent minors who drink three beers and start falling into rented P.A. speakers,
or drunk street kids who are bent on out-punking everyone by hating clean pants and smirking at talk of jobs and paying rent.
Seriously?
The kids (non gender/age specific) that put on shows are not trying to fuck with your lifestyle. They are not saying you should dress like them, drink the beer they drink, support the Vegan Reich, eat the right amount of whatever, do the right amount of whatever, or listen to the right amount of whatever.
They just want to put on shows. In a safe, somewhat respectful, somewhat DIY environment.
Spraypainting the neighbours sedan, four door whatever, is not going to help this happen.
So if you enjoy getting shitfaced at house shows and not having to pay ridiculous cover,
and not being asked for a second peice of ID when you show them a passport,
or searched and consequently groped by a creep door guy,
or talked to like a dumbfuck by some jerk bartender,
or having to pay seven dollars for a watered down vodka soda,
then respect the fucking scene, and the people who pay rent for the houses you are about to trash.
Jesus.
(RIP Library House)
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