Live Transmission

The band had its third practice last night. We still have no percussion beyond the lonely cowbell, but we're actually starting to flesh things out a little more. Though it's hard to figure out a sound when you don't have drums. Hopefully we'll have our drum machine soon. Then we shall rock.

My job is driving me batshit.

The first signs of life

So: you got any spare change?  We've "signed" our first act (inasmuch as we've agreed to finance their 7" and do some promotional work, assuming they get us some masters soon). I dunno how the fuck I'm going to pay for this little venture on top of my next trip (August to Vancouver and Washington state for the Curiosa festival featuring-bapdadaba!- Interpol.) But I at least feel like I have something to work towards now, which is a cool way to feel. 
 
Going camping this weekend. Hopefully no tornados will carry me away.
 
 

Happy returns

Bunsen's back!
So's Billmon!

Blargf.

I puked a little in my mouth when I read this today. Pricks like these will be the first against the wall when the revolution comes.

Now that's what I call shit!

People everywhere seem to be creaming all over the Killers. I don't get it. I mean, Hot Hot Heat is well and good, but do we need another one? Certainly the Killers are by far one of the most underwhelming live bands I've seen (given the hoopla) and, having cocked an ear to the roomie's copy of The Hot Fuss, I can say with some authority that the Killers chew ass. So slick and calculated cool.

The new Radio 4 single is pretty rad, though I'm not sure how much more dance-punk I can handle, especially after the letdown that was !!!'s new album. But then, my idea of a perfect album right now is White Light/White Heat. Like you give a shit.