So... after a few delays we are in pre-production on a new somewhat lengthy short film called Inheritance. Looks can be VERY deceiving in this horror-comedy. Here's some EARLY make-up tests of lovely actor (and co-writer of my up coming book... more on that later) Matthew Kern becoming something called a Mock. We hope to have a nice little behind the scenes piece when we're wrapped in mid April. The amazing make-up effects through out the film were created by Taylor Vineyard and Burnt Latex Productions. The film is visual a huge departure for me both stylistically as well as the content. I deal with haunting and death all the time in my work but this is a really different take on my themes and I hope everyone enjoys it as much as we're enjoying it.
Oh where were you all my life to teach me these kindly words of wisdom? Do you know how much grief and heartache you could have saved me? No how could you dear sweet puppet. How could you...sniff-
What the DEAL!
Posted by Andrew Klaus in cannonball, Kelley Deal, Kim Deal, last Splash, rock music, The Breeders, the Pixies
I get completely totally utterly, like, um, gum-smacking 15 year old star crazy Sassy magazine reading Jane Pratt worshiping, crushing with eyeliner about Kim Deal. And THE BREEDERS, and THE PIXIES, and THE AMPS, and really by proxy riot grrl (which came later- and gets its on post later hence)
From the Safari ep.
Iris from POD
When I was a Painter from Pod
SAints
Divine Hammer
CannonBall (co-directed by Spike Jonez and KIM GORDON!- it simply can not get cooler than THAT!)
Son of three
The She (live on Carson Daly)
Huffer (live on Craig Kilborn
As the Amps (which even Kim admits should have just been called the Breeders)
Tipp City (doesn't this sound like what Josie and the Pussycats SHOULD have sounded like?
Pacer (which like a lot of their material differs from the lp version, There's a fondness for covering one's own work here)
So I tripped on a dildo on my way to see Dr. Seuss' Horton Hears a Who. It went skipping across my bedroom floor, my ankle rolled and the next thing I knew I was flat on my back again, in bed staring at the ceiling while the silicone phallus spun like a dreidel on the maple floor. Only me.
The Raveonettes played a completely sterling show last night at the Doug Fir Lounge in Portland. Performing as a three piece the band tore-Jesus and Mary Chain style through a wide array of songs from all four albums much to the delight of the sold-out crowd. Sneaking in the set was a brilliantly rocked out cover of Stereolab's "French Disco". Squeeling feed back and mood lighting added to the charm that was sorta lacking from teh band's stage presence. Their demeanor was of a very- Yes we're hip Europeans playing American style Rock and Roll. We are cool, now Dance whilst we play ! DANCE! One can hardly complain though as in fact you did want to dance and sway the night away.

After the better part of a decade where nearly every skinny boy with a guitar was pouring out his diary pages on to the air waves with the confessional finesse of a roller-skating mule it's refreshing to hear a band like Brooklyn NY's The XYZ Affair.A sunny pop sound that actually POPS from the speakers recalling the Rentals-by-way-of-a-Broadway show. Singer and principal songwriter Alex Feder's literate lyrics snap to attention and the intricacies of his melodies and vocal performance are very much in the vain of former Shudder To Think front man Craig Wedren. Like Wedren, Feder's falsetto is nearly as nibble as the guitar play between Feder and band mates Russ Maschmeyer and Chris Bonner, who along with drummer Sam Rockwell keep things nailed down in perfect time. All four sing-shout in unison raising the anthematic bar and creating the sound of a socialist protest march for love. Most impressive is the production of this self release. The mixing and mastering are superb as is the recording. The harmonies sing and float perfectly in the track. Lead single All My Friends (with its Archers of Loaf style guitar work) is destined for heavy rotation on car trips this spring as is the soaring The Professional


Tons of accolades have been heaped upon Swedish duo The Raveonettes. They have their detractors too (Jesus and Mary chain knock offs, ect) so I can't totally hate them (as I not so secretly wish I were sometimes living in the long lost 60s film their albums seem to be the soundtracks to. Something subversive, something longing, something very Kitten-with-a-whip. LUST LUST LUST their latest album is no exception. After experimenting with faster popier and somewhat sunnier tunes on their third lp Pretty in Black (for which some of the overly hip critics had a total hissy fit) the duo have decided to bring back a more subdued sound. Lust Lust Lust features shoegazery burst of feedback and their trademark wall of sound style, but something has changed. There's a rot in the air here. This is the soundtrack to a Lynchian tableaux: lovely, serene, and dangerously misleading. There is a menace in the means here. Something read between the lines that hangs from notes and reaches out from the static crackles and distortion fuzz. It's the dreamy summer afternoon turning cold at night. But danger is sexy none the less and I can picture Donna Hayward and her former friend Laura Palmer dancing at One Eyed Jacks to this.

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