Around 1984-1985 an old friend gave me a dubbed tape of `Siouxie & The Banshees – Hyena` album. The opening track `Dazzle` took my head off. A mix of classical arrangements, ethereal voice with a punkish / new wave / new music / indy attitude. I never heard anything like this before. It sounded classical, modern and…Pop. I loved the whole album with the exception of `Dear Prudence`, a cover of The Beatles song. I was never into The Beatles, I`m more a Rolling Stones kinda guy. My favorite Rolling Stones period is early sixties up until early eighties. I recognize The Beatles music but it never grew on me or touched my heart and soul. It`s good music but not my cup of tea if you will. Even though Siouxie`s voice on `Dear Prudence` is simply exquisite. A couple of months later I went at `Dutchy`s record cave` and purchased a vinyl version of `Hyena`. The cover design freaked me out. An abstract (kinda Picasso) drawing of some type of animal probably a hyena.
Upon opening the record sleeve I look at the band`s picture. I immediately notice two things. A – Robert Smith (The Cure`s head honcho) is lead guitarist for Siouxie & The Banshees. In fact, he was with The Banshees on two albums `Hyena` and `Nocturne` (a live recording).
B – What is that? Who is that? There`s a picture of Siouxie Sioux on her knees with a black outfit, with a deep dark, almost gothic looking eyeliner. She was long, slinky, skinny, a sexy dark feline. That day, I fell in love with Siouxie Sioux.
She had it all: looks, brains, attitude, talent you name it. The first thing that gets my attention or more likely attracts me is a person`s eyes. Siouxie has beautiful blue eyes which are accentuated by really dark eyeliner. There`s some sort of tribal, maybe gothic, maybe aboriginal, maybe abstract, maybe Egyptian more likely cat-like design in her eyes makeup. I always found this mysterious, feline, sensual, and highly original (or so it seemed).
Between 1981 up until approximately early nineties I was into a lot of English bands: Siouxie & The Banshees, Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gang Of Four,
The Bollock Brothers,
and The Jesus And Mary Chain.
Then in the early nineties I discovered / rediscovered electronic music. I was listening to a mix of old school (Kraftwerk, YMO, Tangerine Dream, Vangelis and Neuronium) and new school (Skinny Puppy, Front 242 and Severed Heads). Once in awhile I`d pick up `Hyena` and listen to it non-stop for a couple of days. During the following years, I had a lot of different / diverse music phases: grunge, punk, old jazz & blues (I`m still into that), cassette culture, anything experimental, datkwave ambient, noise, etc These days I`m into anything electronically oriented. I purchase, trade and download music. There`s so many styles of freely downloadable mp3`s it`s simply unreal. I also review music on my blog. I recently got a parcel form Mark Ritchie (Hiroshima Yeah! Zine). His letter was written on an old black and white postcard. On the front there was a picture of a girl dressed in black, with dark hair and black eyeliner / makeup. She has almost the same makeup as Siouxie Sioux, I thought to myself. While reading Mark`s letter I notice something printed on the bottom left side of the postcard: Elizabeth Taylor –1962.
I received recently this big parcel from Jim DeJong
himself (The Infant Cycle). Inside there was some CD`s, DVD`s and a couple of old
school cassettes. I never heard of Dysthymia before and after doing a little
research, I discover it`s an American project of `depressing and noisy analogue
and industrial works`(whatever that means). There`s six tracks of various dark
styles and length (total running time = 60 minutes). You will hear fluctuating
analogue synth lines (the surging tide
of memory), rhythmic noise mixed with death industrial atmospheres (recurring thoughts best forgotten),
echoing dark synth (blotting out the
past), minimalist, cold death ambience / ambient noise (hiding in silence from the world), an
epic industrial cacophony mixed with noise loops and found sounds (that stone façade ofmine), and rumbling, subtle, menacing
dark death industrial (untitled 1).
An excellent album it should have been released on Swedish label Cold MeatIndustry along the side of Megaptera and BrighterDeath Now, yes it`s that good. More
Gerry It was eight o`clock Friday night, early august. Gerry was sitting on his front porch drinking his seventh beer.
Or was it it`s ninth one? Not sure at all here. It was pouring rain outside.
Gerry loved to look at the rain while drinking beer. He though it was beautiful and relaxing at the same time. Looking at all those small, tiny little pieces of water fall in near unison felt like Mother Nature was crying her heart out. Gerry knew a lot about crying. He was often crying inside his soul while smiling at people at the same time.
In today`s highly evolved modern society there are still some taboos, things which seems unacceptable like seeing a grown man cry. Male, the alpha male is strong. He hides his emotions for it`s a sign of weakness. Gerry is not a happy man, he`s stuck with a chronic disease (sometimes the pain is unbearable, making life a living hell), he`s lonely, hates his job, hates his life, his whole existence. He often thought about suicide, fortunately he never reached the point of no-return. At times it seemed like something, someone prevented him from actually doing it. He felt bad when he thought about suicide. Gerry believed in God. When you`re a believer, suicide is not an option. Gerry was hungry. He got inside, opened the fridge, grabbed a slice of leftover pizza and went back outside. It tasted like crap because it was cold but he didn`t care. He took a small bite and felt observed. Someone was watching him. He couldn`t hear nothing except the soothing sounds of the rain. He looked around, nothing. He looked down and… There it was. A small red sparrow was sitting on the porch staring at him.
Hey buddy you hungry? Want some pizza? He takes a piece of dough and throws it on the floor. It eats it right away. The poor thing was probably starving. You like pizza? Want some more? Here you go my friend. Gerry suddenly realized that once you feed an animal it`s a contract, a commitment. It will be back tomorrow more likely at the same time. It made him smile. In this day and age when everything is chaotic, nothing is guaranteed anymore, uncertainty runs rampant it`s good to have some sort of regularity. Something you can count on. Suddenly it stopped raining the moon was slowly coming out.
It was a full moon, big, beautiful, and so close you could almost touch it.
The sparrow chirped a while and left. You`re welcome my friend. See you tomorrow I hope. Gerry started to cry, tears falling off his face.
He was crying because he was happy and angry at the same time. So many contradictory emotions deep down inside. He was angry at himself realizing there is still hope, salvation. Even in complete darkness there is a light somewhere you have to find it and keep on going. He also realized that angst, depression, negativity attracts darkness and more negativity. You throw garbage at the universe and it spews crap back at you i.e. karma. From now on things would be different he though. He didn`t like the pizza slice, it was cold but the sparrow ate it. It seemed to enjoy it.
Maybe that`s the key to happiness, enjoy life`s simple pleasures. We take things for granted (like work, love, food, friendship, a place to stay) while there are people out there struggling for survival every minute, every seconds of their sole existence. It felt good like a new beginning in his life. He got up emptied his beer bottle in the sink and went to bed. From now on my inner sunshine will always shine, no more dark thoughts invading my heart and soul. He fell asleep with a smile on his face. There`s darkness and light,
I feel blessed that Mark Ritchie sends me a copy of Hiroshima yeah! every month. I adore this 8.5 by 11 inches black and white, cut and paste, monthly zine. On the front page there`s poetry and `the need to destroy things`. There is a lot of amazingly short and sweet poems this time around. Favorites include: Kids Cute to annoying In 0.7 seconds. And: Blank Plain. Blank. That`s how I want to appear From now on. And also: The way I unwind The way I choose to unwind May not be the same way You choose to unwind: It may cause you to worry About my health Or even make you feel Superior in some way. If this is the case, I would respectfully suggest That you mind your own Fucking business. Damned I can relate to that. Do your thing, and leave me alone. Let`s get down with business with Gary Simmons monthly insane ramblings of life on the outside. After serving time and now on probation baby!!! Gary has a unique writing style he should publish a book (dare I say a blog?). There`s a plethora of music, book, and concerts (`Angel Olsen`, `eels`and `The Delines`) reviews. Gary Simmons and Pete Coward (is this his real name?) donate a couple of poems. Good stuff. Last but not least we end this zine with `Penguins`, a short story courtesy of head honcho Mark Ritchie himself!!! I highly recommend Hiroshima Yeah!, don`t just stand there and write Mark a nice letter. Contact: Mark Ritchie 94 Main Street Forth Lanark ML11 8AB UK
I just love this 8.5 by 11 inches black and white, cut and paste, monthly, five pager zine. We open things up with the usual poetry from `the bourbon and the shame`. Lots of witty and meditative poems, as it`s always the case here. My favorite is: Candles Listening to Amy Singing `back to black` In an almost empty pub, Teary-eyed, Candles flickering, Burning down. A nice short and sweet efficient lttle ditty, isn`t it? There is the usual collection of music, film, book, zines and concerts (`Drive By Truckers`and `Mike Watt And The Missingmen`) reviews. Next, there`s `The Great Rock`N`Roll Tolchock`i.e. selected dispatches from an ultra-violent offender on probation. This is Gary Simmons monthly installment of antisocial, pissed off, angry but funny schizoid, insane ramblings. He should do his own zine and I would provide the noisy soundtrack. Mark Ritchie ends things up with `the click` a short story which made me thirsty like hell. Details? You want details now? No way pick up a paper, a pen and contact Hiroshima Yeah! : Mark Ritchie 94 Main Street Forth Lanark ML11 8AB UK
A quarterly (I
think) half-size, black and white, cut and paste, sixteen pages long zine. There`s more than sixty (various zines &
publications, and music) reviews crammed in this small publication. I enjoy Jason`s
reviews. They`re honest, precise,
descriptive, thorough and highly literate. We tend to agree on a lot of
things like cell phones and technological slavery. Regarding the internet we
don`t share the same opinion. I agree it promotes laziness and apathy. But I
think if used properly it could be an amazing promotional tool. It`s also great
for knowledge and education. Well it`s my opinion and you know what they say
about opinions… If you create something
with a physical media: zine, books, audio cassettes, VHS tapes (yes, I`m that
old, sue me), CD`s, DVD`s (you name it baby!!!). Feel free to send it by good
old expensive (but not expansive) mail. Don`t forget to include a physical
address otherwise, nada, no reviews. Now you know why the `Mastock newsletter` has
a physical address these days ah, ah, ah.
Earthquakes`is Tim Collapse`s solo
ambient / noise / sound collage project.. There`s six songs on this here cassette (with a total running
time of 42.53 minutes). To give you, the reader a better idea of what`s in
store for us, here`s a brief description of them tracks:
1 - 8. 15. 2013 (2.17 minutes): various
slowed down, processed voice samples colliding = a psychedelic / psychotronic
2- Piece for acoustic guitar no.1 (thunder) (7.08
minutes): processed / mangled samples + acoustic guitar manipulations = a
low-fi minimal, nearly ambient piece, which is relaxing.
3 – Annette
(7.32 minutes): voice samples + short noise bursts + lots of sound collages =
low-fi experimental minimalism / isolationism perhaps. I love this piece.
4 - Sometimes
the world just bears down on you (4.16 minutes): found sounds + processed voice
samples = a beautiful, peaceful slab of minimalism (miam, miam).
5- 8.15.2013 (part 2) (6.16 minutes): various echoing sound sources
+ voice samples = a strangely meditative sonic invasion.
6- If you'd like to make a call... (15.30
minutes): voices + found sounds +
various phone samples (voice, noise, answering machine sounds, you name
it) = a strange alliance of ambient
noise experimentalism + musique concrete (not for the faint of ears). This was
an interesting yet challenging listening experience, well worth the effort.