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Hey Orblers,
I've been away from Orble for a long time with other commitments (uni, new job, magazine writing, love) but am ready to get back into the swing of blogging. I know I've been dangling that carrot for a while but I mean it this time.
Anways, I came back to my blog to find google ads messin up my posts, seemingly appearing after the first paragraph of every one.
I don't like it.
I'm a bit rusty with the whole my.orble thing and can't really figure out how to stop this.
Any help would fill me with the joy of a million milkshakes.
Hellvis left the building, but they're resolving their emotional differences
For anyone weeping in their milkshakes—while it brings all the boys to the yard, and I’m like, mine’s better than yours, and I could teach you, but I’d have to charge—thinking that Hellvis had left the building for good, don’t fret, unless you play guitar (oh man was that shit). Hellvis will be back in the next few weeks, catching up on the reviews he has promised his faithful visitors, and posting up a huge backlog of Tsunami reviews without changing them because that takes too much effort.
Hellvis has been attempting to rectify his year three education by finishing his Creative Writing degree. There’s another semester to go, then maybe post-grad or an hilarious European vacation with Chevy Chase and German teenagers in training bras. I can’t afford the latter, so it’ll probably be the former.
So I’ll still be pretty busy for a while, and if I’m honest, I foresee that I simply won’t have the time to generate new material for the blog. The Earache Hotel will probably become a repository for my music writings for other publications, and maybe a few random musings. I’ll still be open to dialogue and such with anyone who wants to, so check in and let’s ramble.
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So this whole albums of the week schtick is about as regular as John Goodman’s bowel movements, but I guess y’all are used to that by now. I have a whole sackful of reasons and excuses but I don't wanna bore ya. Read the following, vote, and wait.
This week’s albums are:
1) for the money…
Richard Hell & The Voidoids:
Blank Generation
(1977; Sire/Warner )
Blank Generation is the kind of nervous, arty punk that may be the non-movement’s true legacy. Taking Captain Beefheart’s spastic elasticity and reimagining it for the streets of New York, this is confronting more for its chaotic jazzy jitters and poetic nihilism than the expected wall of sound. It’s real catchy, groovy, ‘n’ idiosyncratic too, with Mr Hell slurring and spitting with more bitterness than rage. File next to Patti Smith and Talking Heads in your punk rock satchel.
2) for the show…
Speakerboxxx/The Love Below (2003)
Outkast:
Speakerboxxx/The Love Below
(2003; Arista)
My forays into hip-hop are brief but generally rewarding. This double album, splitting the talents of Andre 3000 and Big Boi onto individual discs, may be my favourite of all time. But I certainly ain’t no expert. Out of the two CDs, I prefer Dre’s jazzy, George-Clinton-via-Prince, nymphomaniacal soul-love weirdness. But Boi’s old school brittle 808 beats, gangsta shit, and pimpin’ smoothies are just as boundary-smashing to my lily white lobes. Collectively Outkast could conquer the universe.
3) to get ready…
Alice Cooper:
Killer
(1971; Warner Bros)
I recently scored three Alice Cooper albums for ten buckeroos. The only one I’ve gotten around to listening to yet, Killer comes after their breakthrough Love It To Death (both released in 1971) and is apparently part of Mr Cooper’s golden age of awesomeness. It’s a dandy carnival of cartoonish theatricality with some tough-ass hard rock and spooky Halloween creepers, dumb and smart in equal proportions, ‘60s garage orchestrated into proto-metal magnitudes, and a whole heap-a-fun.
Now go, cat, go!
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There ain't gonna be no albums of the week this week. That's cuz the Lobby caught on fire, my stereo blew up, and my CDs rolled out the door. Like Don McLean said, 'that was the day the music died,' or some shit. Listening to Don McLean, that concept doesn't sound like such a bad thing.
Anyways, I've been real busy of late, and have reviews to catch up on, so no albums. If anyone out there gives a damn, please let me know. If you find it annoying that my approach to the blog is too erratic, I'd like to hear about it. I'll do my best to fix it but don't know how much time I can commit at the moment. If you find that my approach to the blog is too erotic, then maybe you should loosen up a bit. I've heard a shoehorn helps
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The ol’ Hellvis is gettin’ back into the swing o’ things with this Pablum for the Weak business. It looks like the almighty Boris have won this time round, which rips open my chest and crams a whole heap of joy in my bleeding cavity.
I haven’t had much time to listen to anything this week apart from stuff for Tsunami. I have a dickload of Tsunami reviews that I still have to post up here, but be patient. In the meantime, I’ve cobbled together a few CDs that have enjoyed repeated listens on the lobby ghetto blaster fo' shizzle
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Ahoy all you hipsters, beatnicks, and members of the criminal fringe. It’s that time again. Choose the album you want to see reviewed and give it a big ol’ vote. Nice clear votes where you precisely state you are voting for a specific album will help. Other comments are welcome, but may not be counted as votes if you if you ain’t clear, ya hear?
This week’s albums are
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Thanks Ahmed. You're a champion.