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Saturday, 1 November 2008

christmas island

hey dad! yll really like this piece of music! its got some chords!!

christmas island are fucking excellent and the erason is theyre influences are like a glossy dream of bile and filth, in other words, they have perfect influences ranging from London post-punk gems like desperate bicylces and tronics, to the fucking urinals. it's worth talking over with yr gran, or maybe wrapping that dark blue green sweater round her throat. i'm trying to be descriptive.

doin' swell is their best so far, although i like to wake up in the morning and look down at the beer cans on the patio and listen to 'i don't care'. makes me feel okay.

AAA

Sunday, 12 October 2008

miruki tusko


























The goofy and gorgeous work of multimedia actually Belgian artist Miruki Tusko is the stuff of dungeons (milk milk milk milk). It's gothic glitch-collage to the power 19 and you loves it. As disturbing as it is cutesy, as tired as it is vibrant, it's a mixture of graf, stolen gifs and hyper silkscreen bliss. His official site is a warped piece of net art covered in lava and angry Magic 8-bit synths, his work's titles scabishly ranging from 'WHATS WRONG CUNT', to 'THE BLUE LAGOON' and 'EXTREMELY POINTLESS'. His music is the industrial gabba of yesteryear, but better, more horrible, more likeable. He has a book of his lushly punk neon silkscreens out atm, so smash 'n' grab that shit.

AAAA

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