Richard Gilligan: Timeline

Here's a video I found of lil' Rich's latest exhibition. Just great skate photography from Ireland and Wales. Boys got skills, the dirty tinker.

Francis Bacon: A Terrible Beauty


Me and Wayne went to see this before the Mars Volta on Thursday. It's a really great exhibit you should definately see if you get the chance. I especially liked the notebooks.

Heres the two paintings I liked most...

Jeremy Blake: Winchester Trilogy


I'm not sure if this is the whole trilogy cut together, or just the last part: Century 21. By the runtime I'd assume its the full trilogy. Looks amazing, would love to get a hi-res version of it. Can't wait to watch it when I get back to a decent connection. If you dont know who Jeremy Blake is, he's the guy who did the credits and interstitials in Punch Drunk Love, here's a cool bio (here).
You might want to read more about him and his wife Theresa Duncan too, very haunting and tragic story. Check it out (here) and (here)

Ben Frost - By The Throat


This is one of the best albums I've heard lately, atmospheric, creepy and probably best not to listen to it while operating heavy machinery.

Drowned in Sound Review:

Instrumental music tends to conjure images as well as purely aural sensations; colours at the very least, if not more representational forms. Australian born Iceland resident Ben Frost had influenced what By The Throat 'looks' like to me before I'd even heard it, memorably telling the Krakow Post its visual palette is “like the glow from a lava flow, or a burning church.”

Add the screams of the dear currently departing echoing in your ears, a blind run through a snowbound Romanian forest pursued by a pack of ravening wolves, and only the Mystery Man from Lost Highway for company and yes, that’s pretty much what By The Throat, a relentlessly hostile construction, conjures in your mind’s eye.

Frost rightfully won widespread praise for his 2007 album Theory of Machines, which should represent an essential part of any serious collection of recent electronic music. The shards of extreme digital noise that erupted periodically throughout that album are present on By The Throat, but its contrasting moments of blip-filled calm are largely absent: this is a dense, claustrophobic and for the headphones-wearer frequently painful experience.

Wasting no time in announcing its intent, ‘Killshot’ begins with a hesitant but intricate metallic melody before a huge arm of grinding sound sweeps up through the mix, rising into a fuzzy drone before being cut back to a solitary bass pulse. The process then begins again, the abrasive signal turning on itself as treated piano – close to the harpsichord-like sound John Barry favoured – plucked banjo strings and a live-sounding scraping of uncertain origin flitter above it.

‘Killshot’ bleeds directly into the lupine tension of ‘The Carpathians’, gnawing strings swelling over wolf growls that start so low and creaking as to sound like a ship's engines. By the time the respirator-led ‘O God Protect Me’ begins it’s difficult to tell if that’s a title or an unfriendly suggestion as to what you should be begging for. The main vein of terror isn’t even tapped, however, until several tracks later on ‘Peter Venkman Part I’. Named for obscure reasons – at least to me – after Bill Murray’s character in Ghostbusters, ‘...Part I’ sends astringent beams of monotonous chanted vocals peeling past above scraped cellos and a cyclical piano part, the blocks of enveloping noise alternately fraying at the edges and dissolving or contorting themselves into a painfully sharp digital hail. Some sort of respite is briefly offered on ‘Peter Venkman II’, but the soothing balm of its horn playing, similar in mood to the dolorous brass of A Silver Mt. Zion, is nevertheless corroded down into fratured signals at irregular intervals: beauty exists here only as something to be knocked down and trampled.

Such sonic ambushes infest By The Throat. In the midst of the beautiful descending piano chords of the Twin Peaks referencing ‘Leo Needs a New Pair of Shoes’ a blade of static erupts without warning, coming to life with an extremely high-frequency version of a distress flare’s hiss. Once this has faded the track’s coda becomes the most beautiful section of the album, clean descending string-playing blending with a more frenetic bowing and echoing wolf cries.

A striking moment in an album that’s rich in them, ‘Leo...’ stands with the earlier ‘Híbakúsja’ as the most conventionally musical pieces on the album. The latter, with a melody reminiscent of Hauschka’s autumnal melancholy, metamorphoses into a stunning roiling compact of pained human breath, serrated slashes of random frequency and spurts of electronic noise flapping across the stereo channels.

Extraordinary as that is, the album’s closing trilogy – ‘Through the Glass of the Roof’, ‘Through the Roof of Your Mouth’ (these featuring some cacophonous drum damage from Arcade Fire’s Jeremy Gara) and ‘Through the Mouth of Your Eye’, impress all the more for burying the piano at the very back of the mix. Front and centre are muffled bass thumps and dissonant string scrapes, bleeding machine growls and competing found-sound whines. The subliminal bass tones and distant gentle melody of ‘Through the Mouth of Your Eye’ might leave us wishing that Frost, an accomplished conjuror of beauty in the midst of hellish noise, had displayed more of this aspect of his huge talent on By The Throat, but for now it’s enough for us to warm our hands by the flames of that burning church, one eye on the darkness at our backs.

Ben Frost - By The Throat

In Absentia


Mos Def

Just Because...

RIP Jim Carroll

"That, I realized, is the great beauty of dreams: the devil may inevitably find a way to jerk you off, but you can always wake up before he makes you cum." - Jim Carroll, Forced Entries

Chaos is a Friend of Mine

Pascal Champagne is a graphic artist from Canada. I came across his 'Famous Quotes' series of posters (the Bob Dylan one is posted above) a while ago but never really looked any further. Today I noticed some of his photography on the Vintage Indie blog and its really fucking good so I thought I'd post some. I like the bleached out degraded look and the pastoral settings.

Titus Andronicus


A band trip dance - what could be the harm, but a six week vacation from the use of my right arm? Just the two hits, I remember nothing more: Alex hitting the switch and me hitting the floor. We're taking this lying down. The one thing I can stand up for is resting supine on the ground. Mr. McDermott, won't you help me to my feet? Because the drumline's going wild in the San Francisco streets.

The long walk home, an hour and a half, quickly turns to three or four with stops at every underpass, but by June 22nd, I have done the math. That's a hundred and five liters I'll consume of Dr. Path. Some girls will tell their secrets to anyone. The word "love" gets thrown around a lot near graduation, so please don't whisper sweet nothings in my ear when the sound of shredding vocal chords is what I want to hear, because we're going to San Francisco and I forget to wear some flowers in my hair.

She's got a secret surname that nobody knows with the most gorgeous hyphen (you wouldn't believe the way it glows) and I'm the only one who gets to see it way up close, so the rest of you can stick it up your nose. Last night, I had the strangest dream that I have ever known - my mother, in a fit of rage, chases me from our home. My mother, the murderer holds me down in the road. She's got the nail clippers at my throat.
Even though things lately may have been real horrorshow, I'm wishing I was back in utero. I'd like to go back to the way that things were before, but apparently, I'm looking at physical therapy. It won't be exactly how it used to be. It ain't hard to see that it's not that way, not that way anymore. Jesus Christ is suffering upon his cross tonight. I just sit outside waiting for frost to bite. "It's always this way," she says on her way out the door. Wait and see. The rest is yet to reveal itself to me.

Lyrics to Arms Against Atrophy

Titus Andronicus - The Airing of Grievances

Catch the Wind

Here's a song for today.

Bob Dylan playing Catch the Wind, originally written by Donovan.

There Will Be Blood (Unless that offends you)

There are two movies I'm really looking forward to coming out later this year and both of these movies have endured serious delays and supposed opposition from the studios that are producing them.
I really dislike the American studio process of making movies, film is a directors medium, producers and studios in my opinion should generally rank below writers and actors in the chain of creativity. Focus grouping and studio interference only acts to push movies further towards a bland, inoffensive middle ground. I'm sure in some form it has always been this way but in recent years and especially with the current economical climate studios seem to be more interested in producing safe, categorisable, genre specific movies. For every There Will Be Blood, there are dozens of forgettable high-concept effects dependent spectical or tentpole movies. Every so often a movie like Watchmen will slip through and tick all the boxes. Despite all its flaws it was a big budget effects driven superhero movie that remained faithful to the vision of Alan Moore and the director Zack Snyder. As I said the movie had its faults yet as a very dark, subversive, character driven superhero movie it managed to arrive relatively unharmed by studio interference. The same could be said for the Dark Knight, these movies however were of a definate genre and easily marketable.
This brings me to the two movies I'm waiting to see right now, The Road by John Hillcoat based on the book by Cormac McCarthy and Where The Wild Things Are by Spike Jonze based on the childrens book by Maurice Sendak. Both movies have endured long delays, the release date for the Road having been pushed back almost a year from its original. In both cases rumours of studio interference have been constant, both movies percieved as too dark and as problems to market. In the case of the Road I really don't know what the studio that is producing it was expecting! Had they not read the book? They even went to the length of releasing a trailer for the film cut with footage from other movies, that showed action packed scenes of what causes the state of the world in the story and that focus on Charlize Therons role of the wife, who I've heard is barely in the movie anyway. I read a recent review of the completed movie and am confident now that it will be released relatively unharmed and as a true representation of the book it is based on. Just with a horrible marketing campaign.
As for Where The Wild Things Are, this movie has so much going for it could they really manage to fuck it up? Spike Jonze, an awesome trailer, a soundtrack by Karen O of the Yeah Yeah Yeah's and again, SPIKE JONZE! I get that it has cost the studio a lot of money and that it doesn't really play out like a classic kids movie but it could be so much more. I've read enough to get the impression that it could be a truly great movie, a true snapshot of what it's like to be 9 years old and confused.
Anyway enough of this, here's the two trailers, make of them what you will. I just hope we get to see more movies come out that are more ambitious and less watered down. Better to fail spectacularly than release polished shite i reckon.

Alberto Cerriteño

Alberto Cerriteño is an illustrator/designer originally from Mexico but now living in the US. I came across his work when I was trawling google images for ideas for an octopus tattoo (I want a tattoo, but I've been saying that for years) and I found an image on his site which is still the front runner for what I'd like to get.
His style is influenced by traditional Mexican artwork filtered through pop surrealism and alternative cartoons. I emailed him to see if I could use his octopus print as a basis for the tattoo and he was good enough to email me back and say he'd be more than happy for me to use it. If it ever does happen I'll have to send him a picture. I love that print of Joey Ramone at the top of this post and the Nosferatu one below would make a kick ass tattoo aswell.

Hecho Con Ganas


Ernesto Yerena Montejano is the 23 year old protegé of Shepard Fairey, creator of Obey Giant. His own line of prints is called Hecho Con Ganas and I'm really liking the ones I've seen on the net so far.
His work is politically geared towards raising awareness of Chicano/Mexican American culture and the figures that have been important to him within that area.
I recently watched something about him making a print of Zack de la Rocha which was used to draw attention to a situation in Maricopa County, Arizona that De La Rocha had been speaking out about. Sheriff Joe Arpaio has been accused of human rights violations including the in-humane conditions of Tent City, a temporary expansion of the local jail due to over crowding and ignoring the screening process required for deputising officials in order to hire sheriffs from unsavory baackgrounds.
You can read more about this HERE.

I really like Ernesto Yerena's fine art prints, I've attached two below. The first is El Ché - Green, the second is Chavez - Brown