it's a bunch of people who get together and chat with each other because they know each other off of ILE, and generally a few people come in nd mope about their personal shit, I ignore them, and then dan perry and poops mcgee say funny crap, and usually a bunch of british ladies are mad at each other.
― Remy (x Jeremy), Saturday, 13 November 2004 05:40 (twenty years ago)
Bring the Noise Lyrics (Public Enemy)
Public Enemy - Bring the Noise Lyrics
Bass! How low can you go?
Death row. What a brother knows.
Once again, back is the incredible
the thyme animal
the incredible D, Public Enemy Number One
'Five-O' said, 'Freeze!' and I got numb
Can I tell 'em that I really never had a gun?
But it's the wax that the Terminator X spun
Now they got me in a cell 'cause my records, they sell
'Cause a brother like me said, 'Well...
...Farrakhan's a prophet and I think you ought to listen to
what he can say to you, what you ought to do.'
Follow for now, power of the people, say,
'Make a miracle, D, pump the lyrical'
Black is back, all in, we're gonna win
Check it out, yeah y'all, here we go again
Chorus: Turn it up! Bring the noise!
― Remy (x Jeremy), Saturday, 13 November 2004 08:02 (twenty years ago)
I need to retitle this thread: Teh drunk egotistical Jeremy thread #1.
― Remy (x Jeremy), Sunday, 14 November 2004 06:38 (twenty years ago)
CRYSTAL FIST FEAT. UNIVERSAL INDIANS Live at Liquid Room 2.22.1997 (Zero Gravity) cd 23.00
We love pretty much everything on Japanese label Zero Gravity, including this recent disc. But unlike the abstract electronics found on most Zero Gravity releases, Crystal Fist's album is an electro-acoustic hippie jam that owes more to the No Neck Blues Band, Amon Duul, and the Taj Mahal Travellers than to Ryoji Ikeda. Featuring the stumbling, 'free' drumming of Merzbow's Masami Akita (here leaving his noise persona behind for his first love, psychedelic rock), this single thirty three minute piece is a druggy, spacey, hypnotic masterpiece, that starts as a murky, otherworldly soundscape; all chirping crickets and ambient murmur. The sound is soon bolstered by the drone of Huun Huur Tu -like faux throat singing, whirring feedback, and the hum of rumbling turntables and abused cd players. This pagan ritual reaches a fever pitch as various percussion elements are introduced, and Akita's style of brain-damaged-Jaki Leibezeit drumming builds a rickety framework around the whole ceremony.
What's amazing is that this sounds so much like it was recorded in the seventies....not in 1997. And it most certainly doesn't sound like turntables and cd players, it sounds more like rickety old amps, and bowed metal, and the vocalizations of lysergically enhanced druids. So recommended!
― Spinning Down Alone You Spin Alive (ex machina), Sunday, 14 November 2004 23:15 (twenty years ago)