Shopping Like A Fucking Madman

How does it feel to spend $1000 on lots of fun stuff? Like a million.

Today was certainly groovy.

Lost Treasure

I was going through a closet tonight and found a tape of Cocteau Twins' final album, Milk and Kisses. I completely forgot how fucking great the song "Calfskin Smack" was. I was also reminded of how great the Twins were in general. Lovely shit. They should regroup and do some more recording.

Take a sniff...pull it out...

Ah yes, who could ever forget such a glorious phrase from a commercial for Juicy Fruit? I miss that a lot. It was so much nastier than "The Gotta Have Sweet Gum". Maybe Wrigley's got sick of the jokes their lyrics contained and decided to tone the shit down. Gotta have sweet gum, my ass! Take a fuckin' sniff and pull it out, I say.

Silent Headache

Recently I picked up Silent Hill 2 for my Playstation 2. It's the Greatest Hits Edition, which means it comes with the extra sub-scenario that wasn't included on original PS2 editions, but was part of the Xbox version of the game, entitled Silent Hill 2 Restless Dreams. OK, so I played it on easy and beat the thing...took about 7 hours and 20 minutes to do so. I thought it was decent, but all I can say is what the fuck? No explanation for why the monsters in Silent Hill are running amok. No explanation for any of the fucked up characters you meet, especially Maria. I'm not going to go into the details of it all. Those who have played it will know what I'm getting at here. Those of you who haven't, hell, pick it up and try it out or read a synopsis on it elsewhere.

I have to say, though, that games that fall into the horror survival genre are often pretty thin on scares. There were a couple times I jumped while playing this, but not enough to creep me out. Better luck next time, Konami.

You really can't get enough of Avril, can you?

Well it looks like you freaks have decided to stop searching for fisting and weird insertions and are now looking for Avril Lavigne sex stories. Pardon me while I vomit.

If yer gonna jerk off to something online, please, please, please make it worthwhile. Hell, even photos of pastries would be better than searching for Avril sex.

Old Shit Makes People Talk

And talk they do about the latest Bob Dylan Bootleg Series Rolling Thunder Revue 1975 super whammy disc. You know Renaldo and Clara can't be far behind on DVD. Some freak is going to reissue that and everyone will undoubtedly fall all over themselves declaring that it's a lost treasure, when they all originally pissed on it in the dirt until it turned a muddy yellow.

It's like the Chili Peppers' Bloodsugarsexmagik album. Why, I recall Rolling Stone giving that about 2 1/2 stars or so when it was first released. Now, everyone treats it like the band's Holy Grail. Hell, we fans knew that all those years ago. Gotta love it when idiots reappraise things ten years later and declare how good they are then they initally couldn't give a shit less for it.

Dawn Eden Discovers The Blog...brings little traffic to EFE

Ah, Dawn Eden found my rant about her musings and has now linked to us.

Let me tell you the story about the Anderson Council, won't you and let me clear the entire thing up.

I wrote a review about their album at Fufkin.com a long time ago. Check it out, here and scroll to the bottom. I basically said the band was too much into the retro thing and was trying to sound like XTC too hard. So what? As you can see, I didn't even completely pan the album. Feh. After that, I mentioned them in passing in a review on PopMatters (right here) for some other Jersey band called The Echo Orbiter who liked to incorporate phony British accents that sounded silly (so that makes TWO counts of supposed "several public and gratuitous slags"). And then Dawn Eden contacts me and tells me the review was right on the money and exactly what she had thought about the album as well. But she's always tried to play both sides of the argument here. Never gotten over it. Tried to claim that the guys got passed by some interested labels after reading my review. Somehow I doubt that they passed them over (if they even did) just because of my one review, when all other reviews said they were really good, and that their album even went into a second printing. Yeah, sounds like a group really stumbling around.

Anyway, this whole stupid debacle I guess is still a bone of contention. If Dawn wants to agree with the review to me and then turn around and say I slagged this poor band to her friends, so be it. After I explained to her that I used the band in the PopMatters piece as a comparison point, she thanked me and said she even thought they over-reacted a little too much. Even the group's lead singer, Peter Horvath, emailed me at the time thanking me for being honest and not comparing them to the Jam. So I guess it would be good to just let it go.

But hey, paint the picture anyway you like. It's rock and roll criticism. All politics go out the window.

Oh, and living in PA now puts me closer than "several states away". Cheers!

For those of you wondering, the next Echo From Esoterica is scheduled to go live sometime this coming Sunday. The 8th again as it were! Something about the eighth. Mmm, good.

Oh, and ditto the message below this one to other rateyourmusic.com asshole a_owens.

A Special Announcement

Hello. I'd just like to say that the monkeyfuck known as "vylander" on rateyourmusic.com can eat my shit. Thank you.

Kiss My Ass, World.

OK, yeah so I like indulging in pure shit. The latest issue of Spin came today, and so it's the big year in music debacle. Who got top honors? Oh my god, The Strokes - Band of The Year! Big surprise. No one could actually go out on a limb this year, could they? Giving this group of doofuses that honor is like guaranteeing a dude will orgasm if he masturbates. Will you care about The Strokes next year? Of course not! Other mentionables went to THE WHITE STRIPES (yawn - you won't give two shits about them come 2003, either), Wilco (zzzzz), and The Flaming Lips (double zzzzz; these latter two bands really don't deserve all the press anymore). Oh, and of course Beck got his name in there as well for that Sea Change disc.

It's all so fucking predictable. Oh and Avril Lavigne gets to flap her gums some more and give a double middle finger to the camera while looking like a lost wannabe. Seriously, this chick's career is over already. You're only prolonging her pop culture death by giving her more airtime. Completely unnecessary as the only air she's capable of is puny flatulence.

Rock on, fuckers.