THE PREPOSTEROUS BOLLOX OF THE SITUATION

A collection of stuff, things, nonsense, rants, raves, pretties, sillies, and gee-gaws from Rev. Hugo Nebula, Ordained Minister of the Church of the SubGenius. (And boobs. Sometimes there are boobs. Just like in real life.) Thank you for reading.
 

 

 

 

 
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slothbabylandpirates:

We recorded all this music and called it ‘The Clam Realm’ and its up for FREE DOWNLOAD! There’s also an option to donate in case you are feeling oddly generous or drunk.  Either way it’s all yours.  We want to keep making things for you to listen to and look at and we appreciate any kind of support.  Even though this is new, it’s the first of many projects and we’ve already got more buns in the oven.  But for now enjoy chapter 1….

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Dr. Hal, Rev. Baby Bear and Rev. Stang recored this show before a live audience in Caffeina’s café at the Wisteria campground, the first of two shows on July 2. The discussion goes all over the place, but especially notable are what we now know to have been the opening salvos in a bloody and tragic mystery that unfolded during the week of the 17X-Day Drill. The disappearance of the obnoxious dog “Snuckles” was only the beginning. Other topics: Genius Vs. SubGenius. “Bob’s” second childhood. Slack Altars and Recalcitrant Spouses. Surfing the Luck Plane. Kaspar Hauser. Toilet training with “Bob.” Stang’s grandchildren are heard for the first time in this episode. 

"Though Eraserhead’s most famous piece of music is undoubtedly Peter Ivers’ unforgettable, oft-covered haunting ballad “In Heaven”, and the most exciting attribute of this edition of the soundtrack is no doubt its expansion; during the process of transferring the audio tapes, an unreleased recording from Ivers was discovered. It had not been heard since it was originally performed, over three decades ago. After working for years to expose and foster the dark, brooding sounds that exist in the current underground, nothing could make us more proud than to share with our audience this, a new look at one of our most cherished influences; the soundtrack to David Lynch’s Eraserhead."

shriekbackmusic:

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There is without doubt a tension between the sound of Jam Science -an attempt at a tight, clear, drum machine based music- and the cover art -an atavistic object containing lard, antlers and a monkey skull among other things. There were, as there always are, Reasons for this.

The title comes, as attentive listeners will know, from a particularly striking image in Carl’s song ‘Under the Lights’

here it is again, remastered for the imminent re-release)

https://soundcloud.com/tags/shriekback%20album%20track%20jam%20science

'too late, it's mad old Uncle Danger: jam science and quietly chewing sparks'.

Still not sure exactly what was meant by it, but a little bomb went off in my mind and the sleeve art shrapnelled out of it. It seemed to have a number of cultural connections: which all resonated pleasingly with each other. These were:

1: Blade Runner, the cyber-punk, dystopian Riddley Scott movie which, along with Apocalypse Now, was the movie of the 80’s for us, the arty disaffected and alienated.  

What was particularly exciting to me, though, was the rich, messy, all too plausible version of the urban future which it set out. The street kids talk a slang of hispanic and japanese; there are crumbling ancient structures beneath all the hi-tech, rotting before your eyes under the corrosive rain. Advertising survives like a vigorous, gaudy weed amongst all this decay, fuelled by increasingly cheap technology.

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There wasn’t much of a leap then to-

2: William Gibson, godfather of the foremention cyber-punk, especially his novel ‘Neuromancer’ where street gangs recognise each other by the nature of the shark cartilage they surgically enhance themselves with; where a ‘console cowboy’ (hacker) transcends physicality (‘the meat’) to go ghostly walkabout in the dreamscape of all the world’s computer software (the security codes which surround a bank’s archives appear as enormous cliffs of ice which our man must traverse to steal secrets -yes, one of Gibson’s achievements was to make reality’s pale, pot-noodle-munching computer geek appear butch and adventurous).

3: an anecdote of (I think) Robert Palmer about when he was introduced to some African musicians way out in the bush, who were playing giant thumb pianos, the tines of which were made of the struts of umbrellas and whose old guitar pick-ups were amplified by a Health and Safety-lite generator/amp combi. One can imagine the sound -which Palmer was very taken with- and he said that, as he approached them, not knowing what he would find, it was this and the fountain of blue sparks that reached him first; all crackling and twanging in the velvet Savanna night.

4 the West Indian Sound System -and Lee Perry’s studio- the reggae take on hi-tech:  simultaneously abusing and honouring it -it seemed like the correct way to go (I thought of my old Crumar organ). Squeezing it mercilessly to make it do new and amazing things, decorating it like a shrine. Acknowledging it’s power as a means to expression -rebellion, even- but showing it no reverence: ripping off the grills, smothering the shiny matt-black (Japanese or German?) off-the-peg product with red green and gold paint and Outsider Art images of the Lion of Judah. Talismans to deflect evil or Babylon down-pressure dangling from sound equipment whose designers who might initially be aghast but who might -given time- recognise this as a sincere compliment. It’s all Voodoo, after all.image

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5:  a tiny image in Victor Papanek’s book 'Design for the Real World ' (recommended) of a radio designed for use in places where regular batteries are hard to come by and radio communication could save your life. image

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It runs on cow dung as well. I love it that someone’s peronalised it with pretty shells and fabric. Exactly like a smart phone.

6: Russel Hoban’s  epic post-apocalyptic novel: 'Riddley Walker' (very much recommended). It tells of the state of civilisation in Kent (UK) maybe a couple of millenia after a nuclear holocaust. Life has come back to a Bronze Age level of technical development: agriculture has started, hunter/gathering is on it’s last legs but everything is haunted by an imperfectly remembered past. Language itself carries, in it’s stricken DNA, the memories of computers, nuclear physics and big science.

While the grim, rain sodden people of the Future slog out a living in the mud and hunt with bows and arrows they talk (uncomprehendingly) of the atomic research of the past, though now it’s become a kind of mysticism: ‘clikkin & countin thay gygers & thay menne cools of stoan. Smauler & smauler thay groan with Eusa in tu the hart uv the stoan hart uv the dans. Evere thing blippin & bleapin & movin in the shiftin uv thay Nos.Sum tyms bytin sum tyms bit.’

Map of post-apocalyptic Kent according to Riddley Walker (check out the eroded or radiation-mutated names: ‘Widders Bel’ is Whitstable,  ’Do it Over’ is Dover, ‘Fork Stoan’, Folkestone. On the Jam Science Object you can see Herne Bay on the map (a subtle homage). It would have been ‘Horny Boy’ in Riddley-speak.

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I asked Da Gama our artwork people to design us an ‘artifact’ that might reflect these concerns and they were very much up for it.  We had found Al Macdowell and John Warwicker just after Care when we were looking for designers who would take over from our DIY efforts with enhanced visual skills but a similar mindset. They exactly fitted the bill. John was to go on to found the Tomato design company (famous for the Trainspotting credits) and Al went to LA where he would become a big shot production designer (Minority Report, Fight Club and so on).

Anyway, the way I rationalise the cover art and the music is: a generic drum computer draped with the all-too-human sounds and wordage of that time, us people and a world full of stuff: some of which is calling out for attention.

A framework and a mess. Skeleton and flesh. Jam held together with Science.

All human life is here.

Where we’re from, the birds sing a pretty song and there’s always music in the air.

(via mnspk)

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The previous week’s live Hour of Slack on WCSB Cleveland was painfully extended for an extra half hour, due to a late DJ; likewise, at 17 X-Day, we had on July 1 recorded a show that, despite being performed in front of a live audience, contained many utterances which for various excellent reasons must be censored TO SAVE YOU. This, then, is a mish-mash of an accidental WCSB live show featuring guest Lonesome Cowboy Dave with a campground-recorded 17X-Day show that was too “inside” for public or pubic consumption. The show recorded at Wisteria featured Dr. Hal and Priestess Pisces along with parasite-host Rev. Ivan Stang. Between the two half-shows, pretty much everything is covered, topic-wise. This show is being released a week early because Stang & Doe are soon taking two weeks off. Way off. If no new shows are posted until Sept. 1, it’s because we were already caught up; we’ve been posting more than one show a week since 17X-Day. 

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First half is performances from 17X-Day: Andrew the Impaled, The Mutant Mountain Boys, Evolution Control Committee, Phat Man Dee, plus rants by The Good Rev. Roger (read by Stang), Rev. Skull (read by Pisces), Rev. Feit C. Taj and Rev. Rachel Weirdagain. The second half is live at WCSB. Stang reads Rev. Eraazu’s BLOG OF THE SUBGENIUS and The Secrets of the Skopts from THE SEXUAL RELATIONS OF MANKIND. Other topics: Lonesome Cowboy Dave’s leaking forehead problem. Mean Dallas Barbie Soroity MILFs. A bunch of Sheetzes. Obabo the Presiserp. Back to 17X-Day for the end, with Rev. Scapegoat’s rant and more horror of Armneji Front.

neeea:

I got 99 problems and all of them are Luftballons.

(via notallwerewolves)

mnspk:

Today I learned about datamoshing.

This is a moshtape done by Post Religion and Spf5Ø called the Laura Suspiria Palmer mixtape.

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We recorded two Hours of Slack (or something like Hours of Slack) every day during the 17X-Day Drill, all with Stang and Dr. Hal, this particular first one also with special guest Priestess Pisces. By the strangest chance, the first hour of recording required ZERO cuts and came to One Hour Exactly. And, it’s RELENTLESS! Subjects touched upon: Mole stampede mystery. The superstars at X-Day. The sad case of the Facebook Bob Dobbses. Pisces’ Mean Meme. The Church: “Teaching the Unteachable What No One Wants to Know.” Monster movie girls and puberty. “STAY OFF THE STRAW.” Donkey island. All SubGeniuses are differently fucked up. Sallack vs. Sakkak. Stang the Sacred Nutless Chimp. I lost my virginity at Dr. Dark’s Drive-In. Earwigs diapers. Strange sounds, footprints in the woods. Stang’s new poem about the gorilla. (Uncensored on the Internet version)

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DON’T MISS THIS EPISODE! We wouldn’t use a term like “kick-ass” unless we meant it. We got near-perfect recordings of great bands and preachers at X-Day, and here we feature one song from each band plus some of the most pew-peelin’ preachin’ you’ll ever hear. St. Andrew the Impaled’s new song “A Saucer Built for One” is the funniest, porniest X-Day singalong since “Take Me Off to Space,” and much harder to remember! The Mutant Mountain Boys deliver “Spaceship Bound,” Evolution Control Committee mashes Zep and Britney, and Phat ManDee debuts an autiobiographical song, “Hey Fat Chick.” There’s even a vivid Armneji Front replay and description! The inspirational rants are by Rev. Baby Bear, Priestess Pisces, and St. Andrew the Impaled — and they will GIG you like a squid. Bonus: TWO parables by Rev. Skull, and lots of live running and gurgling commentary by Stang, Doe, and Lonesome Cowboy Dave.