your pretty face is going to hell

Most dedications are added to the start- but now that the rain and the sky and a room full of dirt have all been turned upside down together, you and i can do nothing but forget one another...All of this uselessness is dedicated to the last two women who went searching through the pockets of your corpse, a pair of sexed up lottery addicts who were complete strangers, both to us and one another


INFERNAL RAKET YAYO'S TACOS 050510


ROOFTOP RIDICULE YAYO'S TACOS 050710 delay guitar over a groove; experimental indie outfit (Recording quality C+ little  muddy and distorted)

the following track comes from someone else ripping a cassette tape... "SILVER BULLETS" is the name of the musical group. the tape was released in 2009 was limited to 100 but the rip of the whole album shouldn't be too hard to find. it's an enjoyable set of songs...all instrumentals that each manages to successfully cop a different sound from different tradition in global freakout...the track I'm posting here, Il Punto, is a simple guitar riff driven trancer in the vein of some of the more monolithic loop/spaceman 3 material - a formula which never gets dated and could use a lot more practitioners

ONE LESS ZERO DOUBLE DOWN 050710 psychobillyish rock with punk drums and woman vocal Recording quality C

HOSANNAHS BEAUTY BAR 060310 jeff tweedyish vocal, expansive guitar tones, driving tribal drum breakdowns Recording quality B

The brunette had a glass eye from which fortunes were read, but of course, never her own...She had a lisp and a ship leaving port and a dog made of stone. She had never for a single moment thought of happiness, even when it held her hand and spoke to her in words that she could understand.  As I decided to leave behind everything that you are able to hear, I wished that she was one of the ones who took pleasure in life.  Instead of acting it out because she recognized that she was supposed to.  All of those other women are dead...or in love with other planets.  Far more courageous and profound.

BRIGHTMILLION BEAUTY BAR 050710 upbeat indie guitar and drums duo with backing tracks Recording quality B


The redhead could only truly be seen from across the room- by affection I meant crime and by beauty I meant a single visit to a foreign land. She was a little bit of both, but in the end, neither. Like the endless line of sleepwalkers who had gone before, she tied a rope around the neck of imagination and kicked it from the balcony. Do you think that rings a little false? Once you identify with your own solitude, you can stop making excuses for others. In the end, I asked the redhead for her name and told her that friendship was the opposite of vanity, although neither of us believed it. Everytime another person reads this ridiculous page, I make another enemy.