supersonic 2009: preview: part one
on the seventh day god (small g) did not rest. instead (s)he got up, had a mug of strongblack and a delicious bowl of cocopops (maybe with maltesers added), cleared up the mucky debris of the previous six days creationist madness, then thought to him(her)self whilst sitting on the john, casually flicking through some foosty old (remember kids time ain’t linear) bukowski anthology:
“what the world needs now is not love sweet love but instead a vodka fuelled three day celebration of all that is weirdy beardy, noise filled, folk inflected, electronickally challenged and brimming with brum…”
and yea verily supersonic was born into this bleak musically barren universe, shrieking, kicking, shitting and spewing. a screaming fucking bloody mess to quote old john lydon. an ugly baby, bloated with badness, misanthropically inclined but like the big dude from fucked up, endearingly strange and loveable.
yup s’that time o’ the year again. when i wheel out a bunch of mpthrees and snash-filled erotically violent love letters to some of the beastly acts who’ll be ruining my ruined hearing in july.
last years line-up set the bar so fucking high, well it’s only visible through hubble. this year? this year ain’t too shabby neither. in fact it’s predictably, typically, characteristically bloody ace.
that said, they don’t have the jesus lizard…
inconsiderate bastards.
- berg sans nipple: ghost
- 65daysofstatic: await rescue
- arbouretum: buffalo ballet
- bobby previte: airstrip one
- corrupted: nadie
- earthless: cherry red
- head of david: smears
- iron lung: pig hands
- kim hiorthoy: same old shit
- skullflower: satan my black ass, steve albini = jim steinman
- growing: emseepee
- caribou: barnowl
didn’t realise i had so much shit to post. more to follow tomorrow…
(supersonic 2009: preview: part two)
