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quote of the day [Jul. 17th, 2009|11:01 pm]
"Any chance of a bag of razors?  Just to tide me over 'til I've have time to grow a beard."
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slice slice slice [Jul. 15th, 2009|11:21 am]

reviews for Slice Up Your Wife have been very mixed...   here's a good one:

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It’s a peculiar feeling seeing your own words quoted back at you on a press release. I liked History Of Guns‘ “Acedia” last year, and the prospect of a return single whetted my appetite. And with three songs, it’s a value-for-money single, too.

Looking through my groaning shelves recently I noticed that History Of Guns‘ musical references are diverse and unclassifiable: I found their pretty decent Hawkwind cover in the midst of the space rock bands. That, however, is nothing compared to the sheer variety of musical forms on show in this packed collection.

“When You Don’t Matter” is a slurred Goth lament for the early 80s synthesizer bands (Yazoo, Depeche Mode, Soft Cell) with a gloomy atmosphere and a plodding depth that stands in opposition to the pop-orientated originals. History Of Guns scramble around with technology and tones both old and new, but over it all hangs that spectral voice; taking his vocal cues (as always)  from early Andrew Eldritch, Del Alien inhabits the song as never before.

“Slice Up Your Wife” is a sub-three-minute slice of staggering satire and vengeful rage. Taking an allegedly ‘live’ Spice Girls song as its base, Max Rael twists the bouncy pop of “Spice Up Your Life” into a frightening and uncompromising did-he-really-say-that? swipe at media phenomena, consumerism… and the essential terror of the Spice Girls.

Apparently triggered by an overheard remark, “Slice Up Your Wife” alternates male vocals with the original lyrics, cut-ups of sound and meaning, new vocal sounds from Del and a satirical thrust that’s over a decade late. That said, it’s still the funniest thing I’ve heard in years and will undoubtedly find dancefloor favour in the few industrial/Goth clubs that remain.

“Forever” finishes up with six minutes of comedown/chill-out music featuring the (inevitably) repeated mantra of the song’s own title buried in the mix. Well, how else would YOU end an EP after the up-tempo darkly frivolous madness of “Slice Up Your Wife”? As far as I’m concerned, History Of Guns rule; you won’t hear better this year. The forthcoming album can’t be this good – but what a joy it’ll be listening to them try.

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decide for yourself, free download from here:   http://www.lineoutrecords.com/
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on aging [Jul. 5th, 2009|09:50 pm]
one of the things the wankers say when you're going to become a father for the first time is how much your social life is going to suffer...

today, birthday drinks ahead of my birthday tomorrow, in The Old Bulls Head in Ware... i won't lie to you, turn-out was pretty poor. But the people that did make it were some of the best and most inspiring and loved of everyone i know. took a couple of people hours to get there on public transport and i love them for the effort involved.

Del tried but was unfortunately massively pissed before it started (at half two in the afternoon), but at least he came to see me; i've not seen him for weeks since disastrous last h-o-g recording session.

Absolutely no badness to those couldn't make it, we're all moving on in our own ways, in our own univserses and we don't clutch to each other to survive like we used to.

In the last year i've lost weight, and yet seem fatter than ever in the mirror... i've started counselling, which has been without doubt one of the best things i've ever done, and taking proper regular exercise. I've Stopped Smoking. I've stopped letting History Of Guns define me artisically, and started the novel that i believe could be 'the one'... I've seen my beautiful bubba reach one year old, and after paying all debts off, am racking up new massive ones. But Caden to have a Mum at home, hell i'll get in all the debt i can to make it happen... until he starts school... ;)
I've learnt not to hate myself.

Anyway, kisses and hugs to you all... really hope you're having happy times... i hear The Wire calling xxx
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this is shit - (but after its been revised it may be slightly less so) [Jun. 22nd, 2009|01:36 am]
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(no subject) [Jun. 22nd, 2009|01:33 am]
bad ones really. one of the best gigs i've been to.
but it's all...

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kicked in (waa) [Jun. 5th, 2009|03:40 pm]
[cry-baby i've got a cold whingeing deleted]
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to the beach! [May. 31st, 2009|09:58 pm]
and then last weekend we went to the kent coast and it was like being abroad or something...


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Caden at Whitby [May. 31st, 2009|09:44 pm]
this pic courtesy of [info]weirdsteve


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wgw [May. 31st, 2009|09:28 pm]
Here's a pic of me and Caden at April Whitby Gothic Weekend (courtesy of [info]void150)


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2 syls [May. 31st, 2009|09:26 pm]
i'm pleased to announce that Caden's first two syllable word is 'Bundle!' accompanied with throwing himself down on sofa, bed or wherever he is!

i've no idea where he got it from. [innocent whistling]
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quote of the day [May. 30th, 2009|12:20 am]
"is there a God?.. I don't know! But at least I know I don't know and THAT'S THE POINT!"

- new reggie perrin
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shoesmith [May. 29th, 2009|11:34 pm]
apologies for cross-posting a link i've posted to twitter, but even phil collins says we always need to hear both sides of the story...

An interview with Sharon Shoesmith:

http://www.guardian.co.uk/society/2009/feb/06/sharon-shoesmith-haringey-interview

(link courtesy of my friend whams)
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blessed watch [May. 29th, 2009|09:51 pm]
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virgin television users have only until midnight to watch Brian Blessed and his wife Hildegard on All Star Mr & Mrs on ITV catchup...
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today at lunchtime [May. 28th, 2009|04:53 pm]
an over-extended clock analogy caused my brain to crash.
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quote of the day [May. 27th, 2009|10:09 am]
"You are not your mind basically means that you are not your mind made image of yourself. Your mind might make you think you are a shy person, a cool person, a person who people look up too etc, any of these, and because of that you base your sense of self on your thoughts, often derived from the ego.
For example, you may get angry when someone insults something you base yourself as, let’s say your car. Who is it that is really angry, your anger may be an auto-response. I think one of the best ways to understand the mind is to start to watch it, a good test in the book, the power of now is this:
“Stop, and sit still, close your eyes. Now, try and watch for the next thought, catch it like a mouse coming out of a hole”. Observe.
It may take a while, but the thought will come, who is having that thought, you or your mind. If you are watching your mind and your thoughts, you can not be them. Fact?"

from: http://www.pluginid.com/you-are-not/
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what's "'tard-tronica"? [May. 27th, 2009|08:48 am]
"British nutters History of Guns have a new 3-song download EP that features a hilarious, profane, totally uncool, possibly litigious mugging of the Spice Girls' "Spice Up Your Life""

http://musicformaniacs.blogspot.com/2009/05/sonic-tard-tronic-colonic.html
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not being a victim [May. 20th, 2009|03:11 pm]
i know i said please shoot me if i started including lines about my beautiful baby boy in my songs, but here's latest lyrics for RAELISM album:

(if you do kill me, please make sure Caden's well looked-after)
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Not Being a Victim
(maxrael 19/05/09)

I've read that not being a victim is something you can choose
but it never seemed that easy, particularly after booze
The permanent reminders that came to get me every day,
it didn't feel like they would ever stop or go away

I was told to write a list of all the good things i've achieved
you see i'm not a victim cos victims don't believe
they have the power to do anything and so they don't do anything
locked inside a prison made of feelings in their mind


I am not a victim because victims go to ground
they don't get 9/10 reviews in Rock Sound


I left the piece of paper with the list on on my desk
and you found it and finally realised i was mess
it's not an act, i wish it was, this is really me
i think i'm getting somewhere though, i'm learning how to be


i am not a victim because i have a life
a baby and a home and good friends and a wife
i get to be creative and i almost pay the bills
i'm learning to be happy without taking pills
it's not the anarchist life of which i'd always dreamt
i've compromised far more than i ever meant
but i'm still here and i'm alive and i'm looking to the future
and for the first time since god knows when...
it feels like... somewhere... i want to be.

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from a forum [May. 20th, 2009|02:36 pm]
"I think he couldn't bring himself to actually fake anything which is why he could only suggest suicide, in case the disappearance didn't work and he needed to allow himself a door back into society without looking ridiculous. "
- river boy
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part two - Oh mummy what's a Sex Pistol? [May. 20th, 2009|11:57 am]
Life can be so unexpected sometimes and i'd been excited about a new album with lyrics entirely written by one of my favourite lyricists, missing-presumed-dead Richie Edwards, but i hadn't prepared myself for how much impact it would have on me. It's like hearing from someone you'd thought you'd lost forever.

i was a fully paid-up member of The Cult Of Richey long before he disappeared back in 1995... you think i'm angsty now, imagine how angsty i was when i was 20! i loved him and his words were everything to me. And now 13 more songs written by him. And of course whilst a short time had passed for Richey when he wrote them after 'The Holy Bible', a lot of time has passed for me between the two albums. It makes me dizzy.

I'm normally against special editions with pointless fancy packaging, but the special edition of 'Journal For Plague Lovers' is massively worth it... it's desgined like a book, and the pages contain reproductions of Richey's actual note books with the raw lyrics in them, so you can see what editing has taken place... (i haven't even listened to the 2nd disc containing the album demos yet which also comes in the special edition).

It always takes me a very long time to completely get into an album, so these are just initial thoughts... i think musically it would have benefitted from a few more minor chords, but then that's my standard criticism of pretty much all music... The scratchy guitars from 'The Holy Bible' are back, and the bass and drums sound big and lithe... but the music is lacking the anger... and whilst many of Richey's lyrics display a level of serenity, and that Richey had found some form of peace, there's still anger there

"They sit around tables rendered dumb
Coloured sticks of chalk are passed around
Today the doctors allow the illusion of choice
Tomorrow the necks split, there is no voice,"
('Virginia State Epileptic Colony')

and there's also classic Richey humour... it's easy for people to forget how funny Richey could be... i love that in the original notes for the song 'Me And Stephen Hawking', after the line,

"Oh the joy, me and Stephen Hawking we laugh, missed the sex revolution when we failed the physical"

Richey has felt the need to add 'hahahahaha (JOKE)'

and the chorus to the fantastic 'Jackie Collins Existential Question Time' simply repeats: "Oh mummy what's a Sex Pistol?", and it's catchy as hell.


The crowning piece (for me) is the last track 'William's Last Words'... a prose piece which has echoes of J D Salinger, and reads like a suicide note (or a letter from someone planning to disappear). For the album Nicky took a few of the lines and made them into lyrics... which Nicky 'sings', which makes sense, because Nicky can't sing and James would've sung it properly... which clearly isn't how it's designed to work... the song is more final and suggestive of suicide... the prose-piece in the book is much more ambiguous

it ends like this:

"IT WAS LOVELY SINGING TO YOU, I WON'T FORGET YOU. WHAT CAN I SAY. GOODNIGHT, SLEEPTIGHT. THE LONG DAY IS THROUGH. THAT'S IT, I KNEW I'D BALLS IT UP. CONCERTS OVER. YOU HAVEN'T DONE BAD BILLY BOY. ONCE LOVED NOW FORGOTTEN, GOODNIGHT, GOODNIGHT. YOU'RE THE BEST. YOU'VE BEEN SO KIND, SO SWEET, SO GENTLE AND IF WE MEET AGAIN THE WHOLE WORLD SMILES WITH YOU. LIFE IS PRECIOUS, I'LL JUST SAY NO STAR, NO STAR, I'LL NEVER FORGET YOU AND SAY NO STAR BODINE, I'LL REMEMBER YOU ALL, YOU'LL ALL BE APART. I'LL LEAVE SO DON'T BE SURPRISED IF I COME BACK. SLEEPTIGHT, GOODNIGHT. I'M JUST GONNA CLOSE MY EYES, THINK 'BOUT MY FAMILY, SHED A LITTLE TEAR. WE'RE A LAND OF SINGERS. I'VE NEVER HAD MORE PLEASURE SINGING TO YOU TONIGHT THAN MY WHOLE LIFE. COME HOME AGAIN PLEASE. GOODNIGHT GODBLESS, MAY ALL YOUR KIDS BE HAPPY. BE THANKFULL FOR YR WOMEN; I'VE TRAVELLED THE WORLD AND THERE'S NOTHING SO SPECIAL, WHAT A LOVELY WAY TO SURPRISE YOU ALL. GOODNIGHT ALL... I'LL SING ONE MORE SONG (SINGS SLURRED NATIONAL ANTHEM). PLEASE DON'T KEEP ME ANY LONGER OOOOOWHAT CAN I DO NOW. I'LL TRY MY BEST, HOW DOES IT GO, LIKE A DRUMMER BOY..BOOMBOOOMBOOOOOM..I WAS A DRUMMER BOY YOU KNOW. YOU WOULDN'T DEPRIVE A MAN... I DON'T KNOW WHEN I'LL REMEMBER THE WORDS, I THOUGHT IT WAS ALL CUT AND DRIED. LEAVE ME GO JESUS. I LOVE YOU. I LOVE YOU, I EVEN LOVE THE DEVIL AND ALL EVEN THOUGH HE DID ME HARM....ALL DAY... I'M..IT'S...IT'S A..I'M REALLY TIRED I'D REALLY LIKE TO GO TO SLEEP AND WAKE UP HAPPY, YOU CAN DIE HAPPY BUT I WONDER IF YOU WAKE UP HAPPY, I'M HOPELESS. IF I SING A SONG I'M DOWN A SCALE OR UP A SCALE. I'VE COME A LONG WAY, REALLY, EVEN FOR A TONE DEAF SINGER, IF YOU WANT TO KNOW."
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two great lyricists (part one) [May. 19th, 2009|04:42 pm]
It's a good time for me lyrically speaking... Kimya Dawson last night was such a beautiful gig. Union Chapel is usually pretty special, but to be three rows from Kimya singing was spell-binding. Also i couldn't help but notice it had the most diverse audience i'd seen at a gig in ages. OAPs, children, adults in their 20s, 30s, 40s and 50s... black, white, yellow and brown. i guess female students was the largest group represented.
The two support acts were great. And Kimya manages to be just so sweet, and funny, and raw and emotional. She's a total inspiration to me.

Also i didn't drink any alcohol, and still managed to have a good time and everything... :) Kimya's been sober 10 years now; one the songs i'd not heard before called The Beer had the following lyrics:


The Beer - Kimya Dawson

the beer i had for breakfast was a bottle of mad dog
and my 20/20 vision was fifty percent off
you said punch-buggy red and punched me right in my left eye
i said don't you mean pediddle? and i lit his house on fire
he came home on acid i was holding his shotgun
i was dressed like tina turner in beyond thunder dome
he said don't shoot, i said i won't i love you you're my friend
i handed him my wig and shot myself in the head
then i stuffed a box of tissues in the hole in my skull
i got in my mazda and i drove to the mall
i got a big johnson shirt and some silicone tits
when i pulled out the tissues they were covered with shit
and the beer i had for breakfast was a box of cheap white wine
and the boom box on my shoulder was a box of clementines
i ate every single one without noticing the mold
you said you're gross my darling, i said no i'm rock and roll
even though i'd never ever been in a band
i got cool as black ice tattooed on my hand
and the christians gave me comic books as if i would be scared
of burning in hell well i was already there
and the beer i had for breakfast silver bullet in the brain
and the beer i had for lunch was a bottle of night train
and the beer i had for dinner was my crazy neighbor's pills
we had to sit down on skateboards jut to make it down the hill
then i peed my pants and you stole the groom's cigar
and some old man made me watch him masturbate locked in his car
when i got back to the apartment you were face down on the floor
you said don't go to bed yet let's go get a 64
and the beer i had had for breakfast was a pint of jim beam
and a fifth of peach schnapps and some warm sunny d
and you said bottoms up just as i bottomed out
i tried to scream fuck you but blood was pouring out my mouth
evan dando never planned on telling you the truth
and your leonardo i.d. card is your fountain of youth
you can be a teenager for your whole fucking life
just find some pretty sucker and make that bitch your wife
i guess by now you all know my friends danny broke his neck
he was driving home from sirens when he got into a wreck
first i cried for him and then i cried for me
haunted by the ghost of the girl i used to be
but the rocks with holes are warm in my hands
and i buried my toes in the hot hot sand
and the silver pink pony kisses me and says
you've come a long, long way and you deserve to be really happy"
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