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Say It Elsewhere

Here is a quick survey of relevant culture for relevant people doing relevant things:

Weekly Tape Deck posted a fiyah collaboration between Big Boi and Gucci Mane.  Go grab your “Shine Blockas” here.

Crawdaddy has some tantalizing news about the new XTC reissues here.

The Quietus talks to Bob Nastonovich about that upcoming Pavement reunion that nobody has been excited about (sarcasm).  Sadly, it appears this will not be a full-time reunion.  Click here for more.

Slate thinks NPR’s musical tastes are a little too white.  The proof is right here.

Swan Fungus posted Jackie-O Motherfucker’s extremely rare (300 copies, dude) double album, Flat Fixed.  Get fucked here.

Stereogum has Fever Ray’s cover of Nick Cave’s “Stranger Than Kindness” streaming right over here.

Passion of the Weiss discusses (and posts) People Under the Stairs’ slept-on video for “Trippin’ at the Disco”.  Groove here.

Bradford Cox posted a creepy-ass video of a cloud over Moscow here.

ABC News has a video review of Neon Indian’s incredible new album here.

Big Stereo posted the video for Peaches’ “I Feel Cream”, which is easily one of my favorite songs of the year.  Cream here.

Chris Piercy

New Music: Astro


I actually can’t tell  you too much about this band because I am not fluent in Spanish.  What I do know is that they are apparently based in Santiago, Chile, a beautiful and modern capital situated below the gaze of the Andes Mountains and Chilean Coastal Range.  I also know that America is a very fat country and Chile is a very skinny country.  At least geographically speaking.  Oh, and Astro make really fun music.

The band have a six-song digital EP that you can purchase on their MySpace page.  I guess you could call this Chilewave, if you wanted to be an idiot.

MP3s (Available for free on

Maestro Distorsion

Hongo Atomic

Chris Piercy

A Raiders Fan Walks the Plank

Please excuse the jockiness of this post.  We’ll resume the artsy stuff momentarily.

“The massive Raider Nation is beyond doubt the sleaziest and rudest and most sinister mob of thugs and wackos ever assembled.”

-Former Raiders fan Hunter S. Thompson


Why are there any Raiders fans left in 2009?  Chuck Klosterman wrote in a book(!) that it is illogical to be a steadfast fan of a particular team in this modern sports era.  To be tightly bound to the concept of diehard fandom is more about cheering for a brand or a mascot than it is about cheering for a “team” in the concrete sense.  In the post-free agency world, team loyalty has essentially vanished into the ether.

In the Raiders’ prime it was common to find ardent supporters of team owner Al Davis and his brash, atypical style of governance.  These days, I’d be surprised if Davis’ family even bakes him cookies.  Most Raiders followers are fans of a mystique.  I guess it’s similar to why The Rolling Stones still sell-out stadiums.  This was a team of outcasts and trouble-makers; of hard hitters and speedy receivers.  They valued scrappy play and drive over discipline and talent.  But that bygone aura doesn’t explain why some of us continue to cheer on an Idea that has become a distant Myth.  To put it simply: this pirate has no clothes.

My familial ties to California are responsible for my Raider obsession.  All of my friends were fans of the much more geographically sensible Cowboys.  Pssshhh.  Pirates were way cooler than cowboys.  I guess by that logic I could have just as easily become a Buccaneers fan, but those were some damn ugly uniforms.

In 1990, Art Shell coached our team to the AFC Championship…where they were beaten 238 to 3 (I think) by the Jim Kelly-led Buffalo Bills.  This clusterfuck of disappointment should have been a presage of what was to come.  To this day, I remember going to bed on the verge of tears.

1990 was also the year that my all-time favorite athlete, Bo Jackson, had his leg ripped off and eaten by a bengal tiger.  This fallen hero was a man who could run up 15 foot walls to snag would-be home runs.  A man who once threw a baseball 1 mile…flat-footed.  A man who ran the 40 yard dash before the echo of the gun could reverberate.  A man who could pretend to play every sport on earth in Nike commercials.  A man who was supposed to make the Raiders into a juggernaut.  Bo knows retirement.

Then Jay Shroeder was traded and replaced  by crystal meth enthusiast Todd Marinovich: the NFL’s equivalent of Corey Feldman.  The former USC and high school phenom turned out to be little more than a Trojan horse of sucktitude.  In 1993, Howie Long was traded to Radio Shack for a remote controlled car.  All the while, Al Davis and future Hall of Famer Marcus Allen were participating in a lover’s quarrel that would’ve made T.O. and McNabb blush.

I stuck it out, certain that the move back to Oakland, coupled with the addition of walking mustache Jeff Hostetler, would bring us back to the glory hole.


The ’90s were a pretty mediocre-at-best decade for the Raiders.  While the rest of the country basked in the warm glow of Clinton’s presidency, swimming in pools of cash, buying compact discs, laughing at “Friends”, and receiving copious amounts of office fellatio, The Raider Nation cried and tried to avoid succumbing to serious heroin addiction.

Just as I was prepared to jump ship, the Raiders rescued rocket-armed Rich Gannon from his nursing home and led the team to two championship games in three seasons…before eventually losing the Pirate Bowl to the Buccs.  Final score: 322 to 12.  Sigh.

The Raiders went on to a 4-12 record the following season.  And then went 5-11, 4-12, 2-14, 4-12, and 5-11.  I would have to check the books, but I’m pretty sure they committed twice as many penalties as points scored.  They hired (and quickly fired) a 13 year-old coach who would later go on to drink moonshine in Tennessee and heckle Gators.  Their current coach, Tom Cable, stabbed his entire coaching staff to death this preseason.  Or something like that.

I was thrilled when the Raiders ALMOST defeated the under-performing Chargers a few weeks ago.  Then when I sobered up I realized just how idiotic this charade was getting.  I had finally sunk so low that I was rejoicing in near-wins.

This past Sunday I watched what was essentially a scrimmage between the Giants and the Raiders.  Eli Manning won the game in the first quarter and Cable quickly threw up the white flag, forfeiting.  For the first time ever, I was rooting for the “other team”.  The sword is dull and I’m hopping into the ocean.  I’ll take my chances with the crocodiles.


More fun facts:

  • The team’s original moniker was the Oakland Señors.  Aye carumba!
  • Their first-ever regular season home loss was to the Houston Oilers on Sept. 11, 1960.  Make your own joke about 9/11 and oil.
  • In 1961 the total attendance for the season was 50,000.
  • They had a 19-game losing streak during 1961 and 1962.  You are not alone, Lions.
  • The neighborhood around the L.A. Coliseum was so dangerous that, in the late ’80s, the NFL scheduled all Monday Night Football appearances as away games.

-Chris Piercy

New Releases: October 13

Do you still buy records/compact discs/mini-discs/cassingles?  Or do you seek out “alternate media sources” due to “space constraints” and/or a “bitch ass economy”?  Well, whatever.  Here are some of the more note-worthy releases coming to a “retail store”/”online outlet” near you:

Broadcast and the Focus Group Investigate Witch Cults of the Radio Age (Warp)

A collaborative mini-album sure to go well with yr herbal supplements.

The Flaming Lips Embryonic (Warner Bros.)

Some fratastic mellows are certain to be harshed by The Lips’ shift back to their more noisy, experimental side.  For the rest of us, we shall rejoice that one of America’s greatest musical treasures is freaky again.  Don’t worry, dudes, I’m sure there will still be room for the confetti.

Lightning Bolt Earthly Delights (Load)

It’s hard to believe that it’s been four years since these noise barons released their last full-length blitzkrieg.  Put on yr Mexican wrestling mask and put ear plugs in yr pussy (cat).  It’s about to get loud.

Neon Indian Psychic Chasms (Lefse)

(*Note: This is a fan-made video)

If you aren’t psyched about this, then your bulb has already burnt out.   Get to the old people’s home, McCain!

Small Black Small Black (CassClub)

The kids have created this brand new genre called “lo-fi”.  Don’t tell Lou Barlow or he might go back in time and destroy all of his Sebadoh cassettes.  But get this: sometimes the kids are alright.


Godflesh Pure/Cold World (Earache)

After Napalm Death but before Jesu, Justin Broadrick was the leader of this pack of equally noisy miserablists.  They ripped skin off of faces and put them on other confused faces.  Then they punched those faces until they cried.

The Raincoats The Raincoats (KillRockStars)

In 1979, The Raincoats released their debut album.  It was a post-punk classic.  It’s being reissued on vinyl.  Get.  It.  Now.

Chris Piercy

New Music: Duck Sauce “aNYway”

Hyping videos that A Culture of Me posted three days ago is the digital age’s equivalent of givin’ a shout-out to Columbus in 2009.  Which we wouldn’t do, because Columbus was a total dick.  However, if you actually have a life outside of internet culture hunting/gathering, maybe you’ll be excited to see (for the first time!) this way-funky video by Duck Sauce:

Duck Sauce makes me think of Rick Dees cookin’ up some haute cuisine.  In reality, it’s a collaboration between A-Trak and Armand Van Helden.  An EP is supposed to be out before the end of the year.

Chris Piercy

New Music: Death Knelly “DJ Lover”

Our dear friend Chase Jackson, a.k.a. Death Knelly, has posted a video for his brand new song “DJ Lover”.  Before anyone wants to start genre-branding, I’d like to throw out “kitchen-core”.  Only because that name came to me as I was typing that sentence.  AND since my brain is so awesome I post exactly what it gives me.  ANNNNDDDD because everyone loves kitchens.   Anywayz…this is maybe Death Knelly’s catchiest song yet.

The song samples Bumble Bee Unlimited’s “Lady Bug”, a classic disco jam from 1978.  For bonus credit, here’s a fan-made video of that tune:

Check out Death Knelly’s Myspace for more hott traxxx.

Chris Piercy

Christian Marclay (Live)

I apologize to my three readers for being so absent lately.  Organizing the Happyland Music Festival Part 2 took up much of my brain-space for awhile (I’ll post some of those pics here soon).

Here’s a video that should blow you away, and perhaps momentarily distract you from thinking I’m a wretched blogger.


Death Knelly – “Dancing Feet”

Death Knelly is at it again.  Children, hide your parents.


Silent Mixtape #2: “Firefly Fables”

Summer06partone 041Photo by Chris Piercy, summer of 2006

I know, I know…it’s time for “summery” and “happy” music.  This mix isn’t trying to shut the propane off at your drunken barbecue or anything, but even during these blissful months of hot dogs, water gun fights, and sweaty one night stands, you still need the occasional come-down.

  1. Califone “Vampiring Again” from Quicksand/Cradlesnakes (2003)
  2. Mojave 3 “Mercy” from Ask Me Tomorrow (1995)
  3. Bark Psychosis “A Street Scene” from Hex (1994)
  4. Rachel’s “Moscow is in the Telephone” from Systems/Layers (2003)
  5. Grouper “Heavy Water/I’d Rather Be Sleeping” from Dragging a Dead Deer Up a Hill (2008)
  6. Bedhead “Crushing” from WhatFunLifeWas (1994)
  7. Arthur Russell “A Little Lost” from Another Thought (1994)
  8. Charles Mingus “Profile of Jackie” from Pithecanthropus Erectus (1956)


Shit Vids: Garth Brooks “Standing Outside the Fire”

When Jezy nominated this video as a “Shit Vids” candidate my first thought was: “Does he hate the mentally challenged?”

I should come clear and admit that the first cassette tape I ever owned was Garth Brooks’ Ropin’ the Wind.  To a kid who lived in the country surrounded by pet cows who would regularly bump into our giant satellite dish, rendering it impossible to see “Thundercats” through the static, the album was a godsend.  Why I never became a professional bull rider is still a question I wrestle with every morning as I put the first dip of Skoal in my lip.

Anyway, this video is retarded.  It’s one of those condescending pop culture moments, like I Am Sam, “Life Goes On“, or Sean Hannity’s career, that attempts to show us that mentally challenged people can do anything.  Instead of being a heartwarming inspiration, these things usually just end up being exploitative.  And, or, they gravely misuse Beatles songs.

So, in this video we have a bucolic kid with Downs Syndrome who wants to try out for his high school’s regular track and field event rather than the Special Olympics version.  Mom like this idea.  Dad and coach no like this idea.  Think idea bad idea.

His mother is a constant encouraging force, even going so far as to let the boy nearly run over some high school chicks in her car (0:29).  And you thought Student Drivers were a terrorizing presence on the road!  What the father says at 1:08 is called “foreshadowing”.  Inexplicably, at 1:58, Garth decides this is a Metallica video, complete with fire and The Hetfield Evil Eye.  Or did the kid literally torch his school by running so damn fast?  Make sure you keep watching because at 2:30 comes one of the most dramatic moments in CMT history.  It might also be called “child abuse”.