On the Inconveniences of naught.

pageninetynine.

Not only does this incredible band share my relatively small hometown of Sterling, VA, but they’ve achieved my long-sought after goal of being a skramz band interviewed on NPR.

..and that is just…

Well that is pretty alright.

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What a lovely day for a bout of depression with a healthy serving of anxiety.

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This album is so inconceivably rad.

It’s like, the crescendo of each of my favorite genres (that can possibly be woven into skramz, ‘cept fer maybe post-rock)

Thusly, rendering my creative works null and void, ugh.

But no, it’s incredible.

I’ll trade someone multiple records for the sold out cassette, pls.

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So, I drew my dog today. It’s rough, I know, but it’s the first time i’ve drawn in  upwards of four years. I used to draw quite frequently; the primary subject of course, being Sonic the Hedgehog; over, and over, and over again. However it came to a point where I began to think that what I drew wasn’t good enough- what I would create from the realms of my subconscious could in no way compete with the comic books i’d read, or the video game characters i’d see in magazines. (I think that speaks a bit to the way things are glamorized in our society by the media. Beginning with the advertising of thing delivered as a sensory overload, steadily leading to an idolizing of thing in young, malleable minds, subsequently creating a void, unless thing is engaged. Making all else pale in comparison. Idk, I’m thinking as I type, so that may not make sense, but I believe that to be one of the most effective marketing schemes.) Anyhoo, I would stare at that blank piece of paper for hours, pencil in hand, fearing failure before ever beginning. It came to a point where i’d bring my pad on car rides and just stare at it, and that… That cognitive dissonance.. It became a normality, to a point where I loved the look of a blank piece of paper, untouched. It was perfect- unsullied from the inner workings of my contemptible hands. I think that was really unhealthy.  I wonder if i’m like, unlocking some sort of prolonged psychosis. Self-therapizing woo.

Everything about this band is really nice. 

I need to see them live, sigh.

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“Look to the cookie Elaine, look to the cookie” En route to Long Beach, we stopped at a gas station in some small town in Parker, Ariz. for a much needed snack break. It was one of those towns that seems to have slipped through the sands of time untouched. That kind of town that looks completely unfit for human life, devoid of any signs of means by which one would sustain himself; in which you haven’t the slightest idea to where the clerk at the gas station fondling for the rest of your change leaves excitedly at the end of the day. Alas, these two birds were sitting atop that very gas station, discussing whatever birds discuss. I just thought it was a pretty nifty occurrence, and could not help but think of those lines quoted above. Birds are interesting.

I wish Robert Smith was featured on more of Crystal Castles’ tracks. 

I forgot how much I loved this song.

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There’s just a lot of real good things happenin’ in in this tune.

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Eva

I’m sorry,

But you will never have me,

To me you’re just some faggy girl,

And I need a lover with soul power,

And you ain’t got no soul power,

..No you ain’t got no soul power.