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Saturday, August 17, 2002
Everything old is new, eventually It often seems these days like everything ever recorded by everyone will at some point become available on CD (or whatever audio format lies further down the track). This is, after all, the age of the reissue, and, moreso, the age of the previously unissued. Sometimes it may take a while to rear its head, but it'll rear it eventually. Eleven years after it was recorded, Fear Factory's "new" album Concrete is finally doing exactly that. Concrete represents not only the first recordings of the band but also the first work of its producer, Ross Robinson. The story of the album is told in the liner notes and briefly goes like this: Robinson recorded the album with the band in 1991, and then attempted to get them to sign a contract with him. The band refused, wound up in court, and left with the rights to the songs and the publishing. Robinson left with the rights to the actual sound recordings. The band then used their copy of the tape as a demo, securing a deal with Roadrunner Records, who eventually bought the tape from Robinson and who present us with Concrete at last. You've actually probably heard many of these songs before, as the band rerecorded eight of them with Colin Richardson for their first released album, Soul Of A New Machine. The liner notes describe the various fates of the songs; some of them even saw action long after this time, with one track being rerecorded during the Obsolete sessions in 1998 and turning up as a B-side on the "Resurrection" single. History will note Fear Factory as one of the most interesting metal bands of recent years, and Concrete permits us to go back to their beginnings. In 1991 they were still a pretty much straightforward death metal band, although even in those days they were not averse to leavening vocalist Burton C. Bell's death growls with more melodic vocal lines and throwing in the occasional sample too. Still, it's a work of comparative juvenilia, as evidenced by the lyrics; although Concrete features no lyric sheet, Soul Of A New Machine does, hence we can check out at least some of the songs and see they're relatively limited compared to their later stuff; there seems to be little if any of the technophobia the later albums display. (Odd, perhaps, given the amount of technology the band made their music with.) Then there's Ross Robinson's production. The cover art for the album is a scratchy thing in various shades of grey, much rougher than the art for their later albums, and you could say the same for the production job too. Robinson's production is primarily sympathetic to Dino Cazares' guitars and secondarily to Raymond Herrera's drum work. Vocalist Bell comes out of things less well; his tenor register in particular seems to suffer a certain lack of definition. (The liner notes leave me in some confusion over the bass parts, first claiming one Andy Romero was the bassist—the photo in the album shows a quartet—but then state Dino Cazares played bass on all tracks.) All told, then, Concrete probably demonstrates more than anything that both parties involved, Robinson and Fear Factory, had better things ahead of them. Still, it makes for fascinating listening and gains some power from its relative compactness, with only four of the sixteen songs lasting over three minutes and only one of those lasting over four, plus a further three tracks that clock in under two minutes. Fans of Fear Factory in particular and the metal genre in general will almost certainly need to hear this.
Massive Attack join "Don't Attack Iraq" campaign.
Er... Massive Attack haven't been a trio for a few years. Andrew Vowles quit the band around '99 if I remember correctly and they've been a duo ever since. Still, good to see the band staying together long enough to do this; if only they'd stay together long enough to release the album they've spent the last few years working on, as rumours were they'd broken up a few months ago and weren't going to be putting it out.
Vince Neil storms out of show when audience don't know the lyrics to his songs. I know bands like to have their audiences sing back to them, especially in big stadium settings, but you really shouldn't rely on them to know the words for you...
John Oates releases new solo album, insists Hall and Oates "plan to keep playing and recording even if their years of massive success are over". You mean they're even still in the music business?
Reality TV takes "groundbreaking," "alarming" and "actually kind of sick" turn. And those are comments from the network producing the show discussed here, not critics of it.
If the US is going to take out Saddam Hussein, perhaps they should add his fucking son to the hitlist.
Whisky in Iraq? Isn't that supposed to be a good Muslim country?
So much for being bulletproof.
Call me confused, but I thought bullets were small sharpish objects too. Or do the tyres only resist small sharp objects moving at a certain velocity?
The war of words on Lygon St. I don't know what to make of this. I was in Carlton a couple of years ago and found myself being fairly fond of Readings while I was there. On the other hand, much as I know I should probably be against giant multinationals driving out smaller local competition, I do kind of like Borders, or at least the Sydney version of same. Still, the dozens of Italian restaurants on Lygon St don't seem to be putting each other out of competition, so I don't know that Borders will necessarily kill Readings off...
Man found with child porn claims he was only trying to eradicate it from the Net. Of course. The world is safe from child porn as long as it's contained in your machine, eh?
Well the search statistics have turned psycho today. I got all of these today up to this moment: MEN FUCKING DOGS I know Michael Finnane is the judge who gave that rapist 55 years the other day. I otherwise have no idea what to say about any of these, particularly the last and third last ones. I can't wait to see what else I get today.
Friday, August 16, 2002
I have as of today received a thousand hits since transferring my counter to the blog page. That astonishes me. Used to take anywhere up to six months to pull in that many people with the old site. Here's the latest batch of searches from the counter stats: pieter van zyl rugby photos Of course those two with the typos are strangely galling cos they make me look like a complete fucking idiot. But the one for the Zambian national anthem is just a classic. And who is Pauline Chan and what's this about her committing suicide?
Evangelists reckons Muslims haven't apologised enough for Sept. 11. DUH, Franklin. Of course not. You should know they partake of an evil religion, you said so yourself.
US gives the gift of sperm to the UK. So that's how you carry out your great imperialistic plans; fuck war, just impregnate the other guys and pass on your genes...
Pressure group wants Eight Legged Freaks posters banned. Normally I'd just say this was frivolous, but my arachnophobia puts me behind this one.
Chinese teenagers learn about sex through porn. Surprise surprise!
Shop refuses to serve customers with "visible underwear". I could make an obvious joke about how customers have to wear invisible undies to shop there, but I'll try not to.
South Australia finally proclaims the end of WW2. Apparently the Emergency Powers Act of 1941 was still in effect and no one noticed.
Catherine Keenan on Atanarjuat: The Fast Runner. Saw this at a media preview two months ago; finally I can review it on the show this week. I wouldn't use the term "masterpiece", as many critcs have tripped over themselves to call it, but it's undeniably a remarkable achievement.
Student gets 50 years jail for school shooting. No word yet on whether or not this has been deemed out of proportion. Given that the kid was facing 425 years, it could be argued he got off lightly, I suppose...
Nick Whitlam thinks he's being picked on because of his name.
Get your hand off it, Nick. I'm sure Gough's too busy wallowing in his own delusions of legendary status to feel like people are targeting him by proxy. A fuckwit by any other name would reek as badly...
Criminologist seems to think 55 years for gang rape is a bit much.
OK, so make things proportional. Increase the sentences for murder. I see his point to a certain extent, but I think it's a pretty spurious argument for reducing the length of the sentence. It'll be interesting to see if it does get knocked down on appeal; I think there'll be some outcry if it does. And though I don't always agree with Chris Textor's opinions, you have to marvel at his expression of them.
Thursday, August 15, 2002
Piers Akerman reminisces about Elvis, and his indirect part in getting a muckraking book about him into print. He opens with this statement:
Unless my own knowledge of the American film industry has some particularly bad holes in it, there surely wouldn't have been that many other people with the first names Roman or Marlon working in said industry at that time who could've been confused with Messrs Polanski or Brando, let alone Elvis (the IMDB actually reveals several people with all those names who've worked in films, but I doubt they were all in Hollywood in the 1970s), so one doubts there would've been many conversations where people said "oh, THAT Roman and Marlon and Elvis? Sorry, I thought you meant Roman Rstkhiladze, Marlon Pires de Mendonca and
Man sued under 17th century law for emailing people. This is a really bizarre story.
John Ashcroft wants detainment camps for "enemy combatants" now. Whatever that may mean, anyway; the definition of "enemy combatant" will likely be as broad as John boy can make it. The man really is a menace, and the only thing stopping me from shrugging my shoulders and saying "thank Yog I'm not living in the US" is that I wouldn't trust the government here not to do the same thing if they thought they could get away with it.
Police believe Thai woman's suicide by crocodile was planned. Get away with you. I thought she'd done it on a whim.
That's the really bizarre thing about this whole case: not that this woman chose to kill herself by letting crocs eat her, but that someone else did the same thing before her.
Express mail in China c.220 BC. Still in China, lost parts of the Great Wall rediscovered.
Man dies in freak pea accident. At least it wasn't a freak pee accident. I don't know whether that would really have been worse or not...
Remember to visit Blogcritics.com. Just saying, is all.
The evils of the state of Delaware. It's the opening note which baffles me:
Now, if there's a known error in the text, surely the editor's function should be to correct the error rather than just note its existence? I'd have thought that's what an editor does, you know, he or she edits...
RIP Edward Headrick, inventor of the Frisbee. Perhaps appropriately, "Steady Ed" said he wanted his ashes placed in some of his Frisbee discs:
MovieMask: lets parents "direct" films, lets the actual directors of those films get mightily pissed off.
Personally it just strikes me as parents wanting someone else to take responsibility for their kids. If they're so concerned that the violence in Saving Private Ryan might warp the kids, surely the simplest and cheapest answer is to just not bring the thing into the house where they can get at it rather than this jumped-up V-chip bullshit?
This stress relief method doesn't exactly seem to be working.
As long as they don't take it out directly on you, dear. Perhaps the hospital bosses should just tell her to fuck off and then the staff won't have any reason to clog the system with messages damning her...
Argentine nightclub uses cockroaches as part of the decor. I think I'll be giving that place a miss, then. And I'm slightly worried by their claim that they collected all their dead cockroaches from restaurants and pubs. I'll be giving those places a miss too, perhaps...
96 year old woman nearly misses celebrating her hundredth birthday. In related news, a 115 year old woman discovers she's only 114.
Politician sues opponent for hyphenating her name, claiming she now has an unfair advantage. Redefining the phrase "frivolous lawsuit"...
John Pilger says the impending war on Iraq is really about oil. Next: John Pilger tells us something we actually haven't already guessed.
John Polson considers remaking Sam Peckinpah's Straw Dogs. Meanwhile, expect to see "straw" and "dogs" being chosen as the signature item for the next two Tropfests.
For the 25th anniversary of Elvis leaving the building, Jon Casimir names his top Elvis picks. None of the soundtrack material is included, you'll notice. Wonder if there'll ever be a re-evaluation of the Elvis movies; everything else seems fair game these days for people trying to restore things to critical favour...
Man faces 60 years jail for pack rape.
Fine. Give all the cunts involved 60 years then, if they're all equally to blame. Update: I just heard at the end of the news that the bloke actually got 55 years. Don't know what happened to the other five year (would've made it a nice round figure), but it wasn't far off the predicted mark. No word on what the others got.
Germaine Greer tells Tony Blair: stop fucking Cherie and let her get on with her own career.
It's called a family, dear, supposed to be one of the most natural communal relationships there is. Perhaps you would prefer the 14 year old girl to be living rough on the streets by herself or something. Apart from which, I'm damned if I can see how the Blairs' sex life is any of Germaine's damn business anyway...
So just who's Aboriginal these days?
Hmm. Well, that bloke living with the Aboriginal woman a few doors down from us must be keeping his massive fortune and brilliant education a secret from us all. Either that, or more likely he's just the exception to this generalisation...
That's the third or fourth time I've taken this test, with exactly the same answers each time, and I get a different result each time. I feel so disillusioned that an online test obviously cannot describe me with any accuracy. Still, this result is at least better than being called non-goth or a vampire. Incidentally, this test came via this site, which I shamefully haven't linked to before despite having received a number of hits from them recently. Hot Buttered Death is one of a select few blogs in the "to visit" section, along with Neil Gaiman and Wil Wheaton. I may say that's pretty good company to be keeping. 3:37 PM | link Wednesday, August 14, 2002
Poor bloody Adam Ant. This whole saga of him just makes me very sad indeed.
Phil Spector records again! He's apparently done some tracks with Starsailor, which are the first things he's done in over 20 years.
Entertainment industry ready to take on individuals for file swapping. Because of course the entertainment can afford to run millions of simultaneous lawsuits with the royalties they deny to the artists whose interests they're allegedly serving. I can't wait for them to take the next step and sue people for actually buying their product...
How Korean Air narrowly avoided being blown out of the sky by the US on September 11.
And not until today did they deign to tell anyone else, it seems. That's just mind-boggling.
Problem discovered in Internet Explorer... after five years. I knew there was a reason why I didn't trust secure sites on the Internet... because apparently you can't, at least not while you're using IE.
Bruce Baugh posts about why he doesn't want to say too much about the prospects of war. There's wisdom in what he has to say, and the only thing I'd say against it is that if people didn't shoot their mouths off as much as they do about stuff they don't really know a lot about, they'd run out of things to say.
Catholic Church admits the Jews may have something with that covenant between God and them.
British voters to be allowed to vote for "none of the above"? COOL. I'd love to be able to not have to vote for any of the scum on the ballots here at election time.
Weekly Standard accuses New York Times of anti-Dubya agenda. Next: people surprised to discover media is biased.
Man cleared of manslaughter when judge decides running stop signs is not reckless driving.
Eric Olsen's Blogcritics is up and running. Already updating, too; I just checked again and found about three more reviews than there were when I first looked in during a lull in class this morning. (On the odd chance that anyone cares, I'm blogging now because I'm just taking the afternoon off instead of shopping and filmgoing. I'll still head out later for the show, though.) Yours truly is not yet on the list of contributors, for the perfectly good reason that I've not yet contributed anything. However, I have a review of the new Fear Factory album (the hitherto unreleased one recorded in 1991) in mind, so will most likely send that along.
Police find shitloads of drugs at Grateful Dead reunion show. Like that surprises anyone?
Artist wants Aristotle's Law enshrined as actual law.
They don't understand "A=A"? Someone should introduce these folks to Ayn Rand. Actually no they shouldn't, there's more than enough Objectivists in the world as it is.
Artist creates Elvis portrait using toast. With picture, on the odd chance you found the text too unbelievable.
Taipei bookshops don't get the versions of Snow White they were expecting.
I'll bet the kids were pleased, though: "Wow, I don't remember her doing that in the cartoon..."
Men arrested for watching porn film in car. What, was that the most private place they could find to watch it? Arseclowns.
John Farnham prepares for his last tour. Until the next one, anyway.
Film industry wants harsher penalties for DVD pirates.
I wonder if there's a case to be made here that the distributor involved is actually promoting piracy, cos basically they're saying the pirate copies already out there are good enough. Of course the fucking pirates are going to harm your business if you don't put the product out there in the first place...
Man wins $10,000 for study showing the government's mutual obligation policy to be unethical. If only he'd managed to get the government to do something about loosening the mutual obligation thumbscrews, he might've even deserved his ten grand.
Accountants threaten paper war against Australian Tax Office. Well shit, someone better call in the UN then, eh? Don't let them get away with it, Alexander Downer! If we let the accountants away with murder, who knows what rogue profession will threaten to destabilise democracy next?
spearfishing fish kill brain (yes... yes, I daresay it does) Tuesday, August 13, 2002
By the way, if you happen to have a spare small thermonuclear device lying about the place, would you please drop it on my ISP? Their Net service tonight is rivalling even Blogger for sheer ability to shit me to tears.
The full list of all films voted for in the latest Sight & Sound poll, along with who voted for each film. This is infinitely more interesting than the mere top 10 list. Some particularly interesting choices from Stuart Gordon and George Romero...
Drug trade thriving around methadone clinic.
You might wonder why, if the police know this exists, they don't seem to be doing much about it; unfortunately, there's no answer to that question in the article...
Dead famous people and their ongoing earning power. Still, death has never been that much of an obstacle when it comes to this sort of thing, has it?
The latest attempt to get you to re-purchase your whole record collection yet again.
I always found it amusing that all our advances in audio technology had to some extent brought us back to Berliner; after all, the compact disc is produced in similar fashion to his disc—mass reproduction by stamping and pressing—and is even the same size (five inches diameter) as his earliest discs of the 1880s. This current business between DVDA and SACD merely brings us back as well to where we were a hundred years ago with cylinders and discs. Viva technology!
Philip Kennicott on the traps of the critical trade. Hilarious, and very true. Sample:
Billboards remind Bangkok drivers of Buddhist teachings.
Yes, the Buddha believed in keeping an eye out for other drivers, all right. Next: billboards remind drivers of the road rules.
School defends parent ID policy.
Quite right, too, kids have to be made safe from their parents. All we need to do now is make the kids safe from each other.
Referee to sue Springbok fan who tackled him. Quite bloody right.
Monday, August 12, 2002
No, I do not know how to explain the fact that someone breezed by this site about two hours ago in search of "live action tentacle porn maharishi". Hot Buttered Death is, however, the only site, to return this particular combination of words (obviously not in that order) on a Google search. I suppose that's some sort of distinction.
British weather goes psycho. Eh. Last time I was in Scotland three years ago, I remember watching something on TV which said tornadoes are actually surprisingly common in the UK. Apparently there was a really big one actually made its way through London back in the 1950s.
Another study to discover the bloody obvious.
What we really need is a study to determine why people spend millions of dollars on studies like this one which tell us things we could've already guessed with a little common sense.
Man jailed after high speed chase.
Is it just me, or does anyone else love the fact this chase happened in a place called Bullitt County?
Thai woman commits suicide by crocodile. Beats shooting or hanging yourself, I suppose...
Farmer hires goth band to play to his sheep.
But are they black sheep? That's what I want to know...
Downer: fuck our farmers, we'll still talk smack about Iraq. Meanwhile, Alex, why not try doing something useful like convincing our alleged American allies to buy all that Australian wheat that Iraq doesn't want now as a gesture of support and appreciation for their friends down under?
Scott Wickstein neatly expresses one of my own major reservations over the Iraq attack.
Call for increased security after fuckwit tackles referee during rugby union match.
No, mate, the game is about a bunch of big burly men tossing an object commonly called a "ball" between each other and running from one end of a big field to the other with it, whereby they can score points. The game is not about stupid cunts like you invading the pitch and causing injury to people. And a fat lot of fucking good you did anyway, cos South Africa still lost the match.
Muslim students want non-Jewish students segregated from them. At an American university, mind you. I mean, shit, I remember at school, the Jewish students had separate ceremonies from the rest of us gentiles for things like ANZAC Day, Foundation Day, etc, and that used to irritate me cos I thought we were supposed to be one mass of students all at school together and all of that. But shit, they wanted it that way, there was no other outside group demanding they be cast out from the rest of the student body at the official ceremonies. No one would've got away with making a suggestion like that. The university is apparently protesting that the organisation listed in the flyer doesn't exist and that it's a hoax, which for their sake it better be, otherwise there could be massive lawsuits and shit... Of course, the funniest thing is the opening line of the text:
Obviously whoever's behind this never studied any form of history at school, otherwise they may have heard of a thing called Nazi Germany which saw a goodly number of European Jews fleeing to the US back in the 1930s and 40s, in which case they should've been prepared to discover that yes, the US actually does have a Jewish population, and did so even before that time. Here's just hoping the idiot who wrote that flyer doesn't come to Bondi for a holiday, cos he'll get another surprise then...
Leni Riefenstahl speaks up about Jodie Foster's proposed biopic of her.
I don't know what she's complaining about, since the lies and distortions are probably already in her book. Evidently if Jodie's film goes ahead, it'll be forced to hammer home the point about Leni never having been a Nazi and all that other shit. I don't know why they don't just wait for her to pop her cork before making this film (she turns 100 in ten days so it's not like she'll probably have that many years left to her) , they wouldn't have to worry about her interfering then...
Democrats settle down for the moment. Wonder whether the party or Murray wound up making compromises, and if so which ones. Perhaps they can now get on with their appointed task of being a useful third party. No, I didn't think so either.
Sunday, August 11, 2002
New Moon photos. Supposed to be the sharpest pictures of the Moon ever taken from the ground.
The "Pray Naked Experience" experience. Obviously Hot Buttered Death here would not get listed on this Christian1000 thing cos 1) I'm not Christian anyway and 2) even if I were, my repeated use of words like shit, piss, fuck, cunt, fucking, arsehead, fuckwit, bullshit, arseclown, etc would cause them to have coronaries. If they have issues with the phrase "pray naked", they'd need therapy after encountering me. Joshua Claybourn offers further thoughts.
Police officers in trouble for horse-dragging incident.
Naturally the issue of whether or not the dead horse in question had the right to not have its carcass dragged through the streets like that is a non-starter. Anyway, the article here lists the names of the three fuckwits involved, so where does that leave the privacy question?
Former school teacher caught doing drugs with students.
There are such things as morphine lollipops? Oy, but I am far out of the loop...
141 transplant recipients get food poisoning at Disney World.
OK, so we have the Olympic Games, the Commonwealth Games, the Gay Games, and now obviously the Transplant Games. Is there any other specialised social group out there still lacking their very own athletic event?
Alex Cox wonders why there aren't any more films of plays by Shakespeare's Jacobean contemporaries. I don't know if Tis Pity She's A Whore by John Ford is Jacobean as such or if it falls outside that strict boundary, but there was certainly a film of it back in the 1970s. Anyway, if you're going to discount Ford for being non-Jacobean, you'd have to do the same with Shakespeare, too, given he wrote a good number of his plays while Elizabeth and not James was on the throne...
Alexander Walker wonders whether Britain's new film censor is the man for the job.
David Thomson laments that people's grip on film history is so feeble these days.
Well, I've actually never seen Casablanca either, but I do have about 130-odd silent films in my tape library, so hopefully Mr Thomson will forgive that oversight. An interesting article, though I think he's overstating the problem. Probably your average moviegoing pleb has never cared a damn for film history, they don't care now and they didn't care back in the 1930s or 1940s. The actual proportion of filmgoers who actually take a particular interest in the background aspects of film, the history and all of that, has probably always been very small compared to the entire mass of people who watch films, and likely always will be.
Brazilian councillor wants an official Vampire Day. For some reason I am not entirely surprised that the daughter of Brazilian horror film maker Jose Mojica Marins is involved in this.
Pondering the popularity of talkback radio in Australia.
Don't know about Melbourne radio, but that strikes me as a not unfair description of Sydney talkback. As for this question:
I daresay that's not so much something to do with the Australian psyche, rather more that the sort of people who listen to talkback radio are the sort of sheep who feel a desparate need to have their thoughts validated by some right-wing arsehead on the radio for whatever reason...
Ooooh, bitch Alex! Can it be long before terms such as "un-Australian" are being bandied about much as the word "un-American" used to be back in the McCarthy period?
More search requests! I yanked all of these from my last 100 hits... alien tentacle porn I'm at a genuine loss to work some of these out. As always, the question is not so much why were people looking for these things but why did they specifically visit this blog in search of them.
This is the club I was at last night. Don't normally go because it's not normally much of a club, but someone from aus.culture.gothic is visiting our fair city from Tasmania, and since I missed the bigger gathering he went to last week, this supplementary night was suggested instead. It actually wound up being all right; two of the three resident DJs are overseas at the moment, hence guest DJs were imported, and it was a marked improvement on the usual standard... hell, they even played a Killing Joke song at the end of the night which *wasn't* "Love Like Blood", which impressed me considerably. As such I stayed out later than I'd normally do and so wasn't in bed until about half past four or so. I'm paying for last night's dancing now with my splitting head and aching body; just warning you in case I seem crankier than usual here today...
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