Theoretically, if beings existing outside of three-dimensional timespace looked down upon the lower dimensions they'd created, micro-entities such as humans might appear to them as little more than a blur -- misunderstood pulses of flickering electricity constantly cycling through ephemeral life-spans. But the "God being" would perceive the mountains, trees, and canyons as solidified objects existing in cyclical, slower parameters more familial to its natural timeless state. It would also conceive the long-term progression of these cosmic colossi in eons -- in speculative forms of consciousness we can't even begin to fathom. But we must try.

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Only in a place like Bloomington, Indiana could the subversive mindfuck that is Racebannon continue to churn out their perfectly demented blend of art metal freakitude. It just goes to show how every action has an equal and opposite reaction. Take a boring college town, center it in the middle...

It's been my contention for the last five years or so that loop pedals are the coolest musical invention of the modern era, almost cooler than say, wah pedals or even the vaunted digital delay effect. How cool are loop pedals? Well, they can even make instrumental trumpet music sound interesting, apparently. There are a billion drone artists and records coming out these days, partially because of the ease with which one can make a drone album, and the fact that drone just kind of sounds awesome, but until now, I was yet to hear a specialty trumpet drone record. Maybe there are others, but this is my first exposure to the ambient trumpet drone concept -- which makes it an interesting gem to have in my collection for novelty's sake alone.



The relationship between ritualistic drumming and consciousness alteration is an age old tradition stemming largely from the overlooked shamanic cultures of antiquity. It should go without saying that viewing the supposed "triumph" of Western materialism thought over the more "primitive" concepts of animism is a retardedly short-sighted way of oversimplifying...

Listening to this album makes me wonder what it'd be like to accidentally attend kind of a boring party and all of a sudden have some random girl wander up to you and be all like, "Did you know that I'm utterly insane?" and you'd be all like, "I don't...

You know, I've been sort of conflicted about the multiple directions metal has gone as of late -- none of which involve much of a focus on basic songcraft. It's probably just because I came of age back in the early '90s. Back then, loud rock bands threw a bit more vocal melody and track diversity onto their records, a lot of which has seemingly now been replaced by a monolithic blaaaargh of chugging riffs and white noise screamitude. I can't remember the last time I've walked away from seeing a new heavy band thinking, "Man, that song's going to be stuck in my head all day."

On the other hand, it's also been getting way more psychedelic, so there's that. Not that there's much songcraft on an album like The Valley Path, as that's kind of tough when there's only one song. See, it's for people with long attention spans – people who can eat an orange and feel like they're taking a trip through a citrus mountain.

There's been a swell of dark loud psych-prog coming out these days, which I for one couldn't be happier about. In the last six months or so, I've found myself completely immersed in new discs by Lesbian, Titan, the Psychic Paramount, Intronaut, and now, Hidden Number. It's not like I...

The influence Robert Pollard's genius still casts on the Central Ohio music scene is kind of unbelievable. In the seventeen years after Bee Thousand rocketed and the then school teacher rose to international semi-stardom and cult icon status, lo-fi bedroom pop has yet to go out of style in places...

It should probably be stated in the beginning of this review that I think Tim And Eric's Awesome Show is one of the most brilliant things ever. I'm not sure if anything makes me laugh quite as hard, in such a perplexed way. Admittedly, there's not a ton of depth behind their shtick, but as far as sheer laugh factor, they trump everyone by constantly confronting the viewer with the most bizarre, horrific, and unexpected surrealist comedy imaginable. Some of it isn't even really funny because it's funny per se, but more hilarious because it's... so... fucking.... weird –- total "how the fuck did they get that on television?" territory. My first exposure to this genius came from waking up at 2 in the morning, turning on the TV, watching about 5 minutes somewhat confused, and then nearly falling off my chair in hysterics -- actually having to try and uncomfortably rope things in for fear of waking up my wife and neighbors. Now, the reason I bring this up is because the show is incredibly hit or miss, depending on the perspective of the viewer. I've watched some episodes where I laugh to the point of near discomfort while my wife sits there staring at me without even a cracking a faint smile. What they do makes no sense to her whatsoever; in fact, it's kind of terrifying in its intentional aesthetic unpleasantness.

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Spencer Moody is considered rock royalty in Seattle, mainly due to his tenure as the lead vocalist in The Murder City Devils, which, in my mind, is somewhat dubious -- mainly due to the fact that said band only released a half album of decent material throughout its formative years. Very hit or miss, but the half that was good was exceptional. Since then, his output has improved somewhat with the short-lived Dead Low Tide and the brilliantly succinct Smoke And Smoke, both projects which only dropped one disc each and let him showcase his more hard rocking side. Smoke And Smoke was actually quite brilliant, drawing its potency primarily from the bass-playing genius of the late Enemymine's Mike Kunka.

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Music can serve a thousand different functions in our lives, and I'd be the first to admit that as much as there's almost always a longing in me for transcendent auditory experimentation. When I'm at work or doing some other boring repetitive task completely sober, I probably want shit I can sing along with to help time accelerate towards the paydirt. That's how most bands make their money. So, I suppose that was a roundabout way of saying that if it's that kind of a hyper-focused, consciousness-constricting pop music getaway or calculated metal beatdown you're looking for, this is the exact wrong record for you. Also might be worth noting that if you don't like hippies, or hippie culture in any way shape or form, stay waaaaay clear. This shit is about as hippie'd out as it gets.

 

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One of the more profound conclusions I've arrived at over the last several years involves acknowledging the hyper-potency emanating forth from works of art heavily influenced by various, yet seemingly disparate, spiritual disciplines. Rather than relying on a single monotheistic dogma, I've found that taking in the writings of say, Grant Morrison, or the films of Alejandro Jodorowsky -- which draw their inspiration from a tireless study of both ancient and new age concepts -- actually transforms my psychic reality in a surprisingly coherent manner that I once thought unimaginable. It's as if by triangulating data about exotic states of consciousness and reconfiguring them as entertainment, the artist is tapping into common and objective truths about the cerebral multiverse which possess the ability to impregnate my psyche with the ability to boldly transcend consensus reality.

Which brings me to Midday Veil's brilliant and much-anticipated studio full-length LP (well, as a full band anyway), Eyes All Around, which has a title and album art that pays tribute to The Thousand-Eyed God Within experience, which is one of the most commonly reported of psychedelic hallucinations. Since so many people, including myself, have experienced such eerily similar ecstatic visions over the last several thousand years, at what point do we, as a culture, have to acknowledge that they fall far beyond the veil of subjective hallucination? These are all pertinent questions, as our species rockets toward what Terrence Mckenna referred to as, "the great singularity," with an increasingly ferocious rapidity.

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