I’ve been asleep before midnight and got eight solid hours per night for four days in a row for the first time in over a year and yet somehow I’m still coming home fucking knackered.
Yo bodyclock, what you playing at?
Also, the Fantomas-Melvins Big Band has to be one of the coolest things ever. Slayer + Melvins + Mr Bungle on one stage = a recipe for spectacular insanity.
One thing that baffles me about the Melvins is how they speed everything up to about 150% for live shows and somehow manage not to die.
Kyuss are playing on my birthday.
In fucking Germany. Not helpful.
Ever in pursuit of new methods of procrastinating, I’ve resorted to smuggling my old GBA into college to kill time in between trying to work out what the hell I should be doing.
I definitely need to see Melvins again. Fantastic live band.
Fucking quality song.
Bloodstock is just gonna be one gigantic clusterfuck of drunken idiocy, stoned idiocy, pies and metal.
I can see it now.
Mum decided it was a good idea for us to have crumpets at 5pm.
I’m suffocating under the weight of our collective Englishness.
The problem with this summer weather is it’s making me want to do nothing but sit in the sun drinking beer and smoking pot and listening to Kyuss.
Which is not a helpful state of mind when I’m trying to get a job.
It’s a risky game, using Tumblr at college.
That zarking grunge post is now on almost 8000 notes. STOP.
I am 18 in four days. I’m not sure how to process this fact.
I’ve taken a recording of a dial-up modem connecting, cut it up, reversed it, pitch-shifted it, run it through delay, reverb and bitcrusher distortion, and looped it. And I’m now playing around with the resulting noise. I have no idea why. But it sounds really fucking evil.
Spent most of today creating harsh noise music. I don’t know why. Just sorta felt like it really.