I'm not even trying anymore

There are a lot of posts in December.
I'm not even trying.

More Chris Heazlewood.

No, YOU shut up!

Badge or Medallion (1995)

Blah blah blabbity blah blah blah

Introducing the Ron Asheton Club (1996)

Yeah, so maybe at some point in the time between my typing and queuing this up I'll feel the need to go back and say important things about the qualities of the music herein.
But I doubt it.

[ed. I didn't]

Boxing Day

It's Boxing Day.

Here is your box.

Surf's Up in Malibu (1993)

The first solo vinyl appearance by guitar ace Chris Heazlewood who has been previously and may yet be still part of King Loser, Olla, & Sferic Experiment.

So yeah, it's right up my hot dog alley.

They Slaughter Small Children (1993)

See above.
Come to your own conclusions.
I'm probably cold and at work.

Back Down Under and Slightly to the Right

The Debut 12" by Headless Chickens

Headless Chickens (1986)

I got nothing. 

Just enjoy. It's on Flying Nun.

That should be enough to go on.

Way Ahead of Myself

Derry Legend (1989)


So...


So as I queue this post up for today it's months in the past.

The 2016 World Series is still going on.

Game 7 is tomorrow, my present time.

The Cubs will either have won for the first time since 1908 or not and make Bill Murray happy or sad depending on the outcome.

Don't tell me how it ends.

Bill Murray already knows.

Here's the Axemen

As long as I'm posting Antipodes

I could do much worse than post this 1986 12" ep by the Alpaca Brothers

Legless (1986)


I have nothing much to add about it. You're on the internet. If you have questions, you can google up that shit on your own like an independent person. Just know that "the Lie" is a favorite Flying Nun track around these parts and that Bruce Blucher of the Alpaca Brothers was in the twin guitar/drum assault of a band called Trash in the 90's that made for one memorable night at the Uptown Bar & Grill. I have worn that t-shirt to shreds.

Winter: Sounds for the Season

Inner City Guitar Perspectives (1996)

I live in Minnesota. It's cold here. Winters can suck. And by that, they can suck in ways that you'd have to be from Canada to truly understand. (We get most of our winter weather second hand from our neighbors up north) As the days continue to shorten and as somebody who primarily works nights I do not see much by way of daylight for quite a long ass fucking time. When I do experience daylight it's mostly as an annoyance separating me from my beauty rest or shining cheerlessly on snow and traffic on my way home from work.

It's times like these that call for sounds that match ones mood. That's where Crude's Inner City Guitar Perspectives comes in. It's a bit more easier on the ears than some of Matt Middleton's other Crude recordings, but then it's on Flying Nun and they have a business to run and overhead and shit like that. But it does fill that bleak void in the skull as you putter around in a world of eternal darkness.