20 Ways To Annoy The Rubbish Harp Player Downstairs

LSD March - Empty Rubious Red (Archive)
Rhys Chatham - Die Donnergötter (Radium)
Melechesh - Emissaries (Osmose)
Bukka White - Sky Songs (Arhoolie)
Maryanne Amacher - Sound Characters (Tzadik)
Solar Fire Trio - s/t (Invada)
Boris/Sunn - Altar (Southern Lord)
Keelhaul - II (Hydra Head)
Frank Lowe - Black Beings (ESP-Disk)
OOIOO - Taiga (Thrill Jockey)
Carbon - Datacide (Enemy)
Nachtmystium - Instinct: Decay (Battle Kommand)
Virgil Moorefield - The Temperature In Hell Is Over 3000 Degrees (Tzadik)
Soilent Green - Pussysoul (Dwell)
The Heads - Under The Stress Of A Headlong Dive (Invada)
Kraftwerk - Ralf & Florian (Bootleg)
Melt Banana - MXBX 1998: 13000 Miles At Light Velocity (Tzadik)
Frank Wright Trio - The Earth (ESP-Disk)
Hawkwind - Warrior On The Edge Of Time (UA)
At The Gates - The Red In The Sky Is Ours (Peaceville)

Fuck Stockhausen

This is way better...

¡Acción Caliente Del Jazz!/Hello Ray

Julian Cope, a man of impeccable musical (if not sartorial) taste, has chosen as his album of the month Solar Fire Trio 's eponymous LP on Invada Records. Two sides of serious fucking shitkicking sax/sax/drums heads down freeblurt that roars out of the speakers like some long-forgotten ESP-Disk trio who've mainlined that same vein of fuck off that fuelled the Blue Cheer of Come And Get It/Just A Little Bit. God it's good.

Get yr arses over to Mr Cope's lovely website and listen for yrselves. Read his rather fine review too, it's really good, and the main reason I couldn't be arsed to write my own. Then go and buy the record. No, fuck that, buy two, because then you can listen to both sides at once.

Doctor Marburg, There's Trouble In The Monkey House...

It's not Simian Fever though, just the unbelievably archaic self-erasing, randomly collapsing database at work. It's limping along like the guy in the Jackass movie who stuck a toy car up his arse for an x-ray. The stunning level of boredom which is often reached in our office when said computer system slows down to had-cranked babbage speeds means we have far too much spare time today. So, instead of arseing around on the interweb all day, we invented a new game. Extreme Petanque*. The rules are the same, but instead of a jack you drive a large earthing spike into a suitable patch of grass and for the boules we found a much better alternative. Fucking huge toroidal transformers**. The rules are exactly the same, except you have to stand quite a way further back than you would normally before chucking the bastards as you can get a hell of a lot more momentum when you throw 'em, and 'cos you hold them with your fingers through the hole in the middle, their trajectory can be somewhat wayward, plus they don't half fucking roll if they hit the ground edgewise. A perfect game for a balmy evening. If you have a fucking huge garden or are just into indiscrimnate destruction that is.

*Or boules, or whatever the French version of bowls is called.

**The doughnut shaped ones you find in nice hi-fi amps, just much bigger...