Sombre Bandwidth

Rumour has it that Terry Shanks (of Widow’s Peak) is working on a new album. Apparently he says that it will be ‘environmental urban cacophony, catalysed by the pilgrims of naive direction’.
I’ve heard a bit and it isn’t pretty.

I discovered a new passion today. I discovered that the pleasures I have been so adamantly searching for aren’t so complex, and are often quite easily attainable. This is contrary to the brief and sporadic educations of my upbringing. Originally they all said I was weak and threw like a girl; the obvious and inevitable route was one into the realms of submissive reading and crafting airfix models with my geeky friends, away from the norms of competitive expression. While most of the lads were kicking a bag of air around the field, I deferred into a world of fantasy and role play.

Most of the girls at school liked me, partially as a result of said social disposition. My feminine side shone through and we were able to open up to each other. For once I was accepted. I spent most of my early social developmental experiences with the opposite sex, which shaped my character and turned me away from men as allies.

I developed on this path for a number of years; carrying on the social trend of being extremely feminine and sensitive. Unease had always graced me somewhat, and this seemed to increase in line with my age. However I never considered that my path of choice was in fact the incorrect and least suitable for me. It had crossed my mind that perhaps I had been born to the wrong side of gender but dismissed this as mockery. However, today I discovered that the majority of everything prior to this day in my life was completely wrong.

I don’t know what led me to so violently crush that woman’s head with my booted foot, but it was a massively influential turning point. I think that the relentless overexposure to feminine environments and expression had conflicted with my true self. Initially to kick the woman in her most confidential and gender defining possession was enlightening enough. But when she had reached the floor and I forced my foot down into her screaming phizog, something changed. I knew that I didn’t hesitate in the slightest but it felt like there was a long contemplative moment before I applied the fatal caress of footwork. I was calm and my mind was clear as I inspected her expression. Her face was pretty and well kempt; I remembered yearning to be like that, to be womanly. When I ground her lifeless skull into the earth, I did not kill her; I killed the previous me. I used her as an active catalyst for my transition between the wrongs of my preceding ways and the pursuit of virtuous existence. For once the relief of my ongoing anxieties struck me; I was a new man and male for sure.

Surely the regret will creep upon me in future and make me feel marginally selfish. But for the moment I have a new life to live and I don’t care one bit.

HERE IS GLENN TALKING ABOUT HIS BOOKS OF EVIL WITH HIS SHIRT OFF.
 

We are spoiling you with three downloads in three fuckin days. Kneel before me!

This song will see the light of day on a BS release one day. It’s the work of NB and Poundsaver:

Truck Stop - Woman

We have discovered a new artist by the name of Pat Crowne. He’s an interesting man, and Bomb Sandwich are putting out some of his work, ‘I Fuck Birds’ and ‘I’ll Fucking Damage You’. These take the form of illustrated pamphlets and songs - a real multimedia experience. The pamphlet ‘I Fuck Birds’ has been printed and is currently being collated. It will soon be available from select outlets, and also from this blog via Paypal. ‘I’ll Fucking Damage You’ is the next printed work, which should be available in a few weeks.

We are trying to persuade Pat to do some live performances, as a lot of promoters are interested. He can be quite hard to deal with though, and has been temperamental recently, so we’re treating the issue with kid gloves.

Stay tuned for more Pat Crowne news, re: gigs and how to get hold of the (limited edition) pamphlets. In the meantime, here’s a complimentary download of ‘IFB’, the track:

Pat Crowne - I FUCK BIRDS

Bomb Sandwich - Tribute To 911

HORRIBLE FRENCH BOOK COVERS - click here la’

I am obsessed with pulp novels, particular the horror and savage Western kind (even more so than music these days, although this may be partly due to having no proper speakers at the moment. Anyway.) I am also bang into nasty art, so discovering these shits on the net was a big old thrill for little old me. These were a series of lurid horror novels published in France in the 1980s. Some of them were translations of American and English works by the likes of Guy N Smith, Richard Laymon, Shaun Hutson etc, and some of them are French titles by blatant pen-names, which don’t seem to have been translated into English or reprinted since. The covers to these are some of the nastiest of the 100+ series.
What the fuck is going on with “Occupation des corps” by ‘Fetidus’? A fat old mad man roaring his head off, with a big hairy claw for one hand and a pterodactyl for the other, with tanks for feet, stamping on a poor naked tribal girl. Wrong on so many levels. My French is limited but I’m tempted to try and become fluent just to read this book. This image amuses and disturbs me. I’ve got it as my desktop background and I think it is starting to affect me adversely.
(Have actually been pretty conservative with the chosen pics here…check the site out for a VERY nasty combination of sex and violence…)

Big problems at Flamingo Land
Big problems at Flamingo Land
Big problems at Flamingo Land
Big problems at Flamingo Land

She went to Flamingo Land
She went up real high
But a couple of the bolts were loose
And she fell off the ride

She’d been waiting all term for Flamingo Land
Mum and Dad’d been saving for Flamingo Land
But something went badly wrong that day
They’ve had to close Flamingo Land

Health and Safety error at Flamingo Land
Body cracked and twisted at Flamingo Land
Blood and grease on the rollercoaster tracks
Observing children had their innocence shattered

Hurry up re-open Flamingo Land
Put the warm pennies in the boss’s hand
Park attendants get stoned at Flamingo Land
A holiday job for a lazy lad

Now there’s an apparition at Flamingo Land
A young girl’s figure, broken and cracked
She winked and smiled at the MD
Now he can’t make love to his wife

Until recently, I’ve made huge efforts to avoid drum & bass - the main reason being the enormous amount of total cunts that were into it during my time as a student. You know the kind of person I’m referring to - white people with dreadlocks, take 4 hours to shit out the word ‘mate’ (as in “mmmmmmmmmmmmate, I was ttttotally fucked the other day, Stuey had to like carry me home and shit” cunts cunts cunts), crap rude boys who aren’t from the ghetto, queuing up in the Co-op every single day to buy ONE MEAL’S WORTH of fucking food (do a bastard weekly shop, it’ll save yours and everyone’s bastard time, time being a bastard).

Anyway, turns out d&b’s not all bad. The more sparse, atmospheric material such as that released on Goldie’s Metalheadz label and LJT Bukem’s Good Looking Records is proper splitting my ring at the moment.

Marcus Intalex - Lowlife
This is ace, sample of Barney Sumner singing ‘Confusion’ too. All good.
Soul:R
Go see the man live playing records etc
Boomkat