For Dead Meadow fans
I love Dead Meadow. This is a film clip from their third studio album 'Old Growth'. Hans Fruck was supposed to review this album for Beat, I got tired of waiting for him to finish jerking off to PJ Harvey and her short dress and big stack, so fuck it, I went to YouTube and this is what I found. I apologise to all for the inevitable embed, but I think you will find it to be an enjoyable song. I for one can't wait to find it somewhere in Japan, which is probably never, even though I am their greatest fan. I don't hold with downloads, and Fruck won't burn and send a small flimsy CD to me.
Anyway, don't listen to anything Hans Fruck says about Dead Meadow because I already know their latest album will be wicked. The guy has a mangina. Screw you Hans Fruck, and without further a-doo-doo-doo, here is a song from Dead Meadow's latest album.
Nice of you to unhand yourself long enough to write something.
I've been putting off writing about Dead Meadow because, although I listened to the wretched album about 15 times (so says iTunes), I can never remember anything I've heard by the time the last track peters out. That says something, I reckon. And it ain't good.
You are, btw, talking to someone who likes Feathers. I don't like it as much as you, but I still give it the occasional whirl and I still dig it. Old Growth, not so much. (Though the track you've embedded, What Needs Must Be, is probably my fave.)
I'm not sure what the moral distinction is between burning a CD and downloading it... Listen to it, and if you like it, then fork out the dosh.
I'd love it if you'd get your farking act together and review it. At this point, I'd prefer to pass the baton to someone who actually digs it.
It's probably because you don't remember you are an uptight arsehole film reviewer that don't smoke dope that you don't remember the tracks.
Dude, the Meadow isn't your music.
I also don't smoke dope anymore, but I would give anything to hear the new Dead Meadow. Because I guess it's just my music. I love slow, fuzzy guitar and bass and cool drumming. And I love wah solos. I also like wizards and chicks in red cloaks.
It's not that I have a moral disagreement with downloads, it's just that I am struggling equipment-wise here. Imagine assembling a large display cabinet for your writing awards and soccer trophies in entirely Chinese. Well... what's that? You did it? With only five screws left over? Egad!
Alcatraz!
Fuck man, just stop being such a lazy cunt and send me the disc. I'm gonna buy it anyway, one day as soon as I can fucking get it. Jesus!
Sorry folks, bad mood tonight. Fight with the Trouble N Strife.
As you were
Baron, I've asked you repeatedly if there was some reason you weren't just downloading them, but my questions just sail off into the ether without a response.
And sweet-talking me ain't gonna do the trick.
I think you send send Baron a U2 compilation instead.
An unreviewed (and unplayed) copy of Michael Bolton: A Swingin' Christmas next to my desk.
I think I'll send that. (We'll be able to hear the profanities all the way from Osaka.)
... along with A Swingin' Christmas I think that because Baron is the youngest of three sisters he needs something from the Marcia Hines clothing range. I wasn't sure were you'd get gear like that so I just googled "marcia hines clothing range" and I was amazed at what I found.
Marcia's clothing range must be for the fuller-figured woman. Just the sort of streetwear the Baron prefers.
A few more blouses added to his wardrobe would probably lift his spirits.
Use technology
What's going on these days, BBB. The Baron's pretty enigmatic. He resurfaces every now and then, favouring us with his incisive wit or an inebriated rant before vanishing again into the ether. Sorta like the Sasquatch -- the vanishing part anyway.
I have this picture of him hunched over the computer, fingers trembling, sweat on his brow, as he taps, birdlike, at his Japanese-symbolled keyboard and feverishly pumps a sewing machine treadle to stay online.
Actually, Baron, I've lost your address. E me.
"What does it say about an album when you listen to it 15 times, but can't remember a single thing about it?"
It's gonna be a rollicking review. There'll be tears, laughter, satire, uncalled for fingering, commentary on Iraq, abject worship of Barack Obama, and a scathing denunciation of a certain Osaka resident.
In short, there'll be something in it for everyone. Even Michael Bolton.
'I'm sorry sir, I wasn't listening'.
Your address, Baron.
Fuck, you're getting crotchety and diff to deal with in your old age.
I see you reviewed this in Beat Beigy old son. Have you heard my conversation with John Kerr from last year? Bazron L Hubbard? Hello? Are you there...
Cool. I'm present and ready for duty sir. I didn't hear your conversation with John Kerrrrr. You get about a bit don't you?
It made it in with the swearing and drug references.
Apparently so. Tally ho.
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