This episode contains a sob story, but more importantly: a celebrity interview(!), but I shan’t spoilt it by revealing too much. How refreshing! Here’s a mapping to guide you through this episode’s construct:
- JJ and his Substrates – Submarining
- Magazine reviews
- It Seems So Right, It’s Wro-ho-ong – The Effeminate Xylophonists
- Sludgemunchkin – Sludgemunchkin
- Heimlich Manoeuvrability – Cindy’s Workout Tapes (No. 14)
- Untitled Lament for a departed celebrity
A tour-de-force. My favorite line: “Get this PAAHTY STAHHTED…um, if thats any incentive.” Brilliant. No wonder about the A-levels. BTW whats an A-level?
King Bonk makes a good point or two in his marvelling review of this shew.
I will slowly get around to mentioning specifically what to which I now or then refer but there seems to be some unwelcome sludge in my left fully fletcherized shoe right now that I must attend to.
I can listen to this shoe, and yet still modernly multi-task by typing in this comment. Comment dropping is both and art and a science. Allow me to go on and on about this favorite topic of Creative Unexpected Undesired Droppings, as theoretically and pragmatically advanced by Dan Wilson and Danny Roberts (Peoria and elsewhere).
I used to hand deliver my Str*8 Sounds Mind Removal Sex Destruction cassette albums to pretty girls and ugly but muscular guys as I walked in a seriously artistic manner down the alleys and streets.
I did not know that this was a perversion of the Pure Tape Dropping aesthetic, that you’re supposed to literally “drop” them, like offal, at public locations, libraries, brothels, gay brothels, soup kitchens, gay soup kitchens, effeminate submarine landing docks, ragga junglist art shops, and so forth.
I want to again annoyingly praise the MUSIC that I seem to hear interspersed throughout the pieces of hate and smashed microphones in au pair singularity. Though we are full of astral glamour and soft south african mobiles, we still need to lace our boots with licorice, right?