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2024.12.21 π
My Canadian mutual Sour Notes Symphony released their electro synth pop album, Idiot-syncratic on Sunday.
This high-tempo chiptune rock is giving MySpace era dance angst back to my days of rawr xD'ing at your local mall.
(Don't believe me? Scroll down for proof) π¦
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2024.12.19 π
I know I know- I said no more blogging. But I promised my friends I'd shill their bands whenever they dropped new music, which some of my mutuals might appreciate.
Horse Butcher is a nasty deathgrind band from Tacoma, WA, which include members from HISSING.
They've got CDs and tapes, and for the love of castrated christ- please print shirts, Seth!
EDIT: They have shirts!
2024.12.17 π§οΈ
I want take a break from blogging. Whatever creative energy I had going into this has since evaporated. This feels more like a chore than some thearapeutic outlet, and I'm failing to see how this benefits me spiritually anymore.
I'm honestly surprised it's lasted this long. Most projects I start fall off within a week. So two months of site maintenance is a personal record. I even started playing guitar again, an unintended side effect of artistic reinvigoration.
If anything this site will serve as a little time capsule for a brief and strange period of my life. I might update my TV shrines occasionally (I actually use those). But my headspace is quite messy and I want to work on sorting that out.
Shoutout to my mutuals. It was nice meeting you in this niche corner of the web. Wish you the best.
2024.12.16b π
Photos from Halloween cover show, Dino Cave, and Creston Crypt.
Bands: The Names Of Our Friends, Elephant Walk, Red Pine, Priscilla, Impermanence, Mind Palace, Spit Locket, Agariik, Lab Rat. πΆοΈ
2024.12.16 βοΈ
Dined at Red Robin for the first time (ever). They were out of Guinness, so I drank their Tipsy Santa with Bailey's, and ate the crispy chicken sandwich with buffalo sauce.
Consumed Peruvian pesto spaghetti and soda the following day.
Unlocked new alcoholic obsession: chocolate BuzzBallz.
Ended my weekend with intense mental panic.
Christmas party for work was fine.
Played Witcher 3 yesterday.
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2024.12.12 βοΈ
I've been feverishly scouring slam metal playlists for the past 24 hours, then it occured to me that I should be showcasing all the wonderful artwork that comes with it.
So here's eight lovely album covers from my current music library, sorted from "closest gross" to "furthest away gross", accompanied by sample tracks with poignant song titles. Enjoy!
2024.12.11 βοΈ
A small dose of snow hit the roads yesterday morning. βοΈ
Caught a discount showing of YK2 last night, an A24 throwback stoner comedy by Kyle Mooney (SNL).
The movie is bombing horribly with a current Metacritic score of 52/100, so bad that I nearly cancelled our tickets. My wife convinced me otherwise, so we went in with low expectations.
I must have brainrot because I laughed so goddamn hard during Y2K. The film follows two teenage boys trying to get their nut at a turn-of-the-century party, but then Y2K actually happens and machines start killing people.
This is clearly one of Kyle Mooney's SNL skits stretched into a 91-minute bit. But that's okay, because as soon as shit hits the fan, any semblance of seriousness is thrown out the window for an endless series of throwaway bits, 90s cringe references, and Limp Bizkit songs.
And while Y2K is mostly camp-filled sillyness, there's a couple dialogue-driven scenes between "Slipknot girl" and "conscious rapper boy" that seemingly come out of nowhere, addressing teen-relevant issues like sexual identity and slut-shaming. It's an odd bit of depth thrown into these side characters.
It doesn't really hurt the film; I just thought it was a peculiar to have such moments of sincerity shoved between people being mutilated by home appliances.
So if you like corny shoved-in-your-face-on-the-nose-low-bearing fruit jokes about rollerblades and Britney Spears, give Y2K a shot. The marketing was very honest with this film. Speaking of, I love the look of these throwback posters.
2024.12.9 β
Kaiser charged me $329 for a doctor's appointment and the CEO of UnitedHealthcare gets his head blown off. Lol.
Today's song is by Fastidium, my friend's cavernous death metal band back in Hawaii. They released their self-titled in the summer and opened for The HIRS Collective shortly after.
We walked through a damp mossy forest, quickly surrounded by darkness.
Found a Chinese restaurant. Ordered pork bao slimes, beef pancake, and fried veggie dumpings.
Finally watched Furiosa, which bombed in theaters but was seemingly Anya Taylor-enJoyed by everyone who saw it.
And what a shame, because Furiosa rips. I'll admit the 148-minute runtime kept me from seeing it in theaters, but the movie's five-act structure effectively immersed me in the titular character's highly motivated journey of revenge, to a similar degree as The Northman, another epic revenge tale that also tanked at the box office.
Chris Hemsworth's performance as Dr. Dementus might be the most memorable villain of the year. I was unsure of his role from the trailers, thinking he'd be some quirky antogonist, but his character is much more evil. Combining whacky charisma with brutal savagery is fitting for the Mad Max universe, and hearing Hemsworth use his Aussie accent makes him more iconic.
During the movie I lit a fire using generic brand Duraflame, and the results were concerning.
Despite conjuring fire wall, my cat didn't seem to mind:
The next day we went to B-Dubs to watch UFC 310. The Ducks were playing Penn State, which occupied the bigger TV screens, so I ended up watching football instead dudes humping each other in the octagon.
Oregon is currently 13-0, so the crowd was excited.
I don't know nothing about sports- I just like being around people and eating nachos. I've been trying to drink less by tracking my sobriety streaks on /detox, which I clearly broke on Saturday.
One word: Coronarita
Things have been okay. Played a lot of video games this weekend.
Uploaded more clips to DOA.TV and ZED.TV. I watch these when I'm bored.
My back still hurts. I'm avoiding painkillers, but took muscle relaxer to sleep.
Gotta keep pushing through. I just want a good life for us.
2024.12.6 π
I'm on my slavic dance party shit again. β¨
It's that time of year where my punk friends lecture and shame me for using evil Spotify. Meanwhile, I'm wondering if being in the top 0.05% global listeners of Silent Hill 3's "You're Not Here" by Akira Yamaoka proves I have some mild form of autism.
So out of respect for all the broke ass artists still playing shows for beer stamps, I'm gonna shoutout some local (Hawaii) bands that I've met over the years.
Cvltists was a 4-piece hardcore powerviolence band that were active around 2016-17.
This is one of those bands I wish I saw more of. I've been musically involved with most of their members, and I may have not appreciated the type of harsh noise they would inevitably influence me into liking.
That said, I think Cvltists were underappreciated, and I wish more bands like them permiated the Oahu scene.
Fracture is a post-hardcore screamo band from 2015. I recall seeing them a couple times. (My recollection of the 2010s is blurry, so bear with me).
At a time where I had grown weary of pop punk oversaturation, Fracture scratched my sad angry itch in a way that not many bands were doing. I had their shirt and CD, but I might have lost them during one of my manic cleaning sprees. Damn.
YUH is a noise grind band named after that weird sound made by Death Grips, which is fitting given their drummer is influenced by Zach Hill (Death Grips, Hella).
These guys formed as I was quitting music, shortly before the pandemic, and have been strangely cursed cycling through 3 or 4 vocalists since that time. I'm biased since these are my friends, but I've enjoyed getting blasted in the face by their chaotic energy on more than one occasion.
Happy Pawn is a funk'd out pop band from Honolulu. I just want to say: Rawb, if you're still reading this, I miss you buddy <3 And I thoroughly enjoyed listening to your cover of "How Bizarre" on the way to work.
2024.12.2 β
It's been a long stupid weekend, filled with food, hiking, food, movies, and food. I will attempt to recall the events of it all while blowing out my arteries.
Ate Arby's for the first time ever, a shocking suggestion by my wife, to eat their seasonal "Turkey Gobbler" abomination with cheese balls. It's slop, but that slop took us to flavor town. π¦
Watched When Evil Lurks, a Spanish-speaking modern folk horror co-made by Argentina and United States.
The production on this film is Shudder jank, and the script drags hard through multiple exposition dumps. That said, there's at least a couple notable horror shlock scenes worth laughing at. πͺ
Made eggs with sriracha and nori flakes. And I know it looks like old jizz, but that's sweet ube spread on dark toast.
Went hiking after breakfast. The weather was nice. Cold and rainless. We stared at trees, then ate Popeye's for dinner.
After the sun fell, I lit a fire and played Kinds Of Kindness, a three-part absurdist comedy by Yorgos Lanthimos (Poor Things, Dogtooth).
Five fucking bags of popcorn holy shit this movie is good. Yorgos is a master of making me feel uncomfortable, while flexing his aesthetic lens and dark humor. Almost every film I've seen from him is a banger.
Slept way the hell in. Ate Mexi scamble at the diner.
Not sure what happened after that. Probably played WWZ and slept. I know we watched SLC Punk in the evening.
Ran into this furball near the gym:
Fixed myself a Hot Pocket salad. Yes, a Hot Pocket salad.
Went skating after. It was cold as hell. Then I made beef curry.
Spotted a house show at the last minute. The lineup was Trans Panic, Impermanence, Mind Palace, and Spit Locket.
Spit Locket had a live DJ. Haven't seen that in years, not since Linkin Park or Incubus.
I took a couple photos, but the roll is still in progress. So here's an older photo of Impermanence at the Snake Farm.
At this point my back is seizing up because I did too many things the day prior.
It was quite sunny. My cat loved it. I thought the sun would keep us warm, so we went outside for Peruvian pesto steak spaghetti.
I was wrong. It's still cold. π₯Ά
I'll wrap this up by giving my current ramen recipe, which is how we ended the weekend:
And that's it. Hope you enjoyed looking at my gross food.
EDIT: Don't forget the sesame oil.
P.S. We started Twin Peaks season 3.
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