"Wear something sexy and meet me at midnight."

[Originally, in this space, I had just listed every naughty word or phrase that I could come up with at two in the morning. It was a pretty long list. Then I realized that the spike in the amount of unwanted traffic/trolls my misanthropic little blahg would suddenly experience could be very annoying. So the dirty talk will just have to stay between me and the cat. This is a compilation of songs about horizontal action, or "doin' it." I like to talk about fucking and getting high, because if I am an expert at doing two things, it is fucking and getting high. Ok, maybe not an expert, per se. But, unlike Ian McKaye, "at least I fucking tried!" I already covered the subject of "Drugs" over at iLLcON, so here I am giving you, "Sex." Not literally, of course. That would not be enjoyable for either of us, seeing as how I finally got both my tentacle surgery, and my marsupial pouch (photos soon). As Burroughs said, "we see god through our assholes in the flashbulb of orgasm." Your girlfriend will hate this because it reminds her of how inadequate you are in the sack. Also, she will shave her head and grow her armpit hair. You're going to be eating hair pie, and that's if you're lucky. I still can't figure out how to get the tracks in the order I want, which pisses me off because I grew up in the age of actual "mixtapes." Lovingly crafted, handmade pieces of art, which were way more intimate and meaningful than this blogging business will ever get. You were gonna masturbate in twenty minutes anyway, why not let this compilation set the pace. I'm off to youjizz, myself, as soon as I finish these nachos. Love you. - RyGar]

download smut (DL)

On the "Countless Backs of Sad Losers"

I fucking love this cover art.

Do you know what is kind of scary? Seeing David Yow perform live. The man is like GG Allin, only with a wicked-sharp intellect. Charles Manson with out all the marketing. He doesn't have to drop his pants to shit all over your fancy (sub)Urban Outfitters "vintage" tee shirt, no party tricks here.  His sweat will probably leave a stain, though. He's one of the few real singers out there. Like Danzig, Yow is unafraid to explore his range and use his voice as an instrument. Witness this classic by The Jesus Lizard. Buy a lovely deluxe version here. Then go catch one his current bands. You will leave a better person.


Testify. (DL)

Only CRASS is punk enough...

But, sorry, dude - CRASS ain't even on this comp. However, it is a crASS records comp. CRAss. CrAsS SSSsssss. ... oops, I got distracted by something shiny. This comp is at least 60% great. I'll let you decide who gets the credit for the 40% suck. I never really waved the CRASS banner.They're swell, and all, but I'm just not gonna pledge whatever proto-anarchists pledge instead of allegiance. Anyway, they aren't even on this comp, so it's not really worth debating. What is worth mentioning is that you get tracks from A Flux of Pink Indians, Conflict, Rudimentary Peni, D.I.R.T., Zounds, and a few others. Dig in sweet lambs.

Anarchy, duuuuuude...(DL)

(In case you are wondering, I'm still not done doing this blogging biznasty. I just like to unplug and get outside when the weather is nice, and that is what I've been doing.)