Local Tempe sonic hero, Glochids provides the proper alignment of bells, a huge drum, and a goblet of water to delay the onset of Arizona’s “but it’s a dry heat,” summer. Please adjust your stereo and listen. If enough of us tune in, we may just end up with a beach front property.
Filthy Grin submits anti-pop shoegaze generated from a semi-broken synthesizer and sometimes vocals.
Music made via Skype with Holy Zoo.
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Arizona Dry Heat Delayed By Seismic Set
May 16th, 2010 Posted in Media, Music, Street Recordings | No Comments »
Filthy Grin Vs. Holyzoo: Garbage Throat
Artwork by Drek for an upcoming cassette covering some of last year.
Garbage Throat, is a newer 40 minute release. Nerve surgery inevitable. Throat opens up and lets out some rot. Holy Zoo is a garbage truck under the viaduct sniffing ammonia. Holes in the fence and tents behind cinder blocks. Ends with seahorse tea and a boat on the marina watching mist roll over.
Current Sounds
Sometimes its rewarding to hear current projects, whether they end up as failures or successes. I hope it encourages approachability.
Your False Body (Demo)
A brief demo from a larger body of work.
Filthy Grin – Mouth Feeling Cassette Release
Cassette Insert
Price: 5.00 (Shipping Inc.)
These are one take recordings from one synth, with one good hand. This tape is from a period of dealing with job loss, carpal and cubital tunnels.
One side is about sleeping on the coast, watching a dog roll in grass.
One side is about looking down the hallway of my arm, and trying to write my name on paper. Looking at the driver who shouts “fag” at you, and swerves his car towards your body.
Tags: ambient, broken sound, cassette
American Sex Dump
01 Shit On A Dry Tongue
02 Extroverts
03 American Sex Dump
Smear face hunched on a curb, caging hits. No guts just lips, Shit On A Dry Tongue. My ear bleeding for days now, no mood for Extroverts and polite conversation. Band with a limp wrist. Redneck, spit for eyes trying to do a convincing job of a jackal dressed up as a hyena. This summer has gotten stretched out and thin. Friends flimsy like targets on a shooting range, no one calls each other. They read the names like Memorial Wall multiple choice tests.
College kids are in season, five bucks a head. They come from all over the American Sex Dump. From under old water towers where they cursed Jesus with valedictorian blow jobs. Carrying scrambled eggs on Easter Sunday. Catch them puking on mill, thongs like diving seagulls and the men waiting patiently with breath mints. Scope them getting their chests waxed, oiling themselves in the sun and growing eyes of Jupiter. We were born without them and we do great things without them and we do without them.
See you when the sun forgives us. See you when the lawn grows.
No Good Excuses
Obviously the damage to my arm has slowed down things drastically. Originally I was planning on releasing a lot of the live recordings accompanied with writing. Both from the tour and Tempe house shows.
Luckily I can do a decent amount of mastering with one arm. I’m going to attempt to eq many of these recordings, post the best of these and contact the bands so they can get the raw audio. Hopefully these recordings do someone good.
Upcoming bands: Soft Shoulder, Pigeon Religion, Stephen Steinbrink, Hell-Kite, Glochids, Nu Sensae, Christina The Hun… I can’t remember much more after that.
James Fella “Floor Sounds For No One” From 905
905 Current Releases contains a cassette by James Fella recorded in our very own kitchen. Most of us were gone during this period, but I understand that butternut squash was carmelizing in the oven, and onions were quietly waiting to be blended. In a cheesy way, James is already a household name next to our toaster. Also recommended, Wasteland Jazz Unit.
905 Tapes put out many excellent cassettes with reflexive insert art that borders on charred instinct. Take a good look at their catalogue.