MIXTAPE MADE OUT OF TAPES / EMMA STIRNER LIVE

wce s02 #008

Sploshing fetish comedown curry stains all over your flannel on a hot date nightmare fucking scenario son gonna have to sort that one out in the bog mid second round of drinks total rubberhead only drinking fanta (telltale titty sign) chewing her off upon your return time to rut get yer wangs oot and rut like the palsied patriarchal blowhards you are. Home in time for a massive teary wank and that. Hell.

It's been a tough week. I've barely slept a wink and it has nothing whatsoever to do with anything even approaching having a good time. I nearly got caught shoplifting again today. And I was sick in broad daylight outside Schuh in town. Seconds later I was that fucking close to being shat on by a pigeon that I can only interpret his last minute swerve to my left as being a pitiful gesture.

Pitied by a fucking pigeon.

You know what makes me feel mildly less agitated on days like this? Tape hiss. Lovely warm reverby tape hiss that you can climb inside and lose yourself in. I recently picked up a load of tapes I'd variously traded, bought, stole, swapped or inherited when I was back home recently, so I've slung you together a mixtape made of tapes. McLuhancy.

Liminal tracing paper noise static, ebullient afrocentricity, staggered sufi verses, PCP huffing psyche howls, squalid high rise minimal synth splats etc.

PLUS.

To celebrate the brand new Hand Loom Lament release from your total fantasy dream girl drone space synthesizer queen Emma Stirner, I've got an exclusive live set recorded in whichever room of her flat she doesn't use for storing her pathologically bagged 'n' backed collection of Weimar period erotic picture books and discarded dueling pistols.

It's a total harrowing drug mess.

Grab the album for no money whatsoever (nowt) here:

http://www.Emmastirner.bandcamp.com

Posted at 23:24, 10th November 2011