Droog and the Vorgon Massive collective were feeling really generous this Valentines Day and sent out this communique for all our noise lovin' pals.
you're gonna have to cut and paste these -- there's free musick with no bullshit attached.
You can now get the wonderfully disharmonic DECOMPOSITIONS ep by that noisy bastard DROOG for free in it's entirity. This isn't a limited time offer. Just get your lazy asses over to:
www.archive.org/details/Decompositions
BUT WAIT THERE'S MORE. the vorgon massive instant dead unit that put the long island post rock noise on the map FUTURE SOUNDS OF LONG ISLAND is free for the lootin' as well. Now we no longer have to respond to all the emails begging us to repress that cd..and now all you newbie hipster college radio djs have no excuse why you can't spin Triangulator during your red eye shift.
www.archive.org/details/FutureSoundsOfLongIsland
like a dope i didnt upload the whole thing right. the rest of the album is here:
www.archive.org/details/FutureSoundsOfLongIsland_695
Thursday, February 14, 2008
Radio Friendly DROOG edits
ABout the DROOG Decompositions ep tracks on Myspace.
The radio edits are for the new epidemic of add minded ear drums and people who want their disharmonic jingles at 45 rpm length. I hacked some of the ep down to instant gratification format. We figured that maybe these latest bits could serve as a transition point, from bulletins to the latest bastardized version of Abba. The results have been amazing; I think the radio play has increased a hundred fold. These composition styles are hailed as the tones that saved free radio. So dear mr. dee jay don't afraid to feed the Richard Blade in your head some cyanide and drown any notion of Cousin Brucie in the Gowanus Canal.
The radio edits are for the new epidemic of add minded ear drums and people who want their disharmonic jingles at 45 rpm length. I hacked some of the ep down to instant gratification format. We figured that maybe these latest bits could serve as a transition point, from bulletins to the latest bastardized version of Abba. The results have been amazing; I think the radio play has increased a hundred fold. These composition styles are hailed as the tones that saved free radio. So dear mr. dee jay don't afraid to feed the Richard Blade in your head some cyanide and drown any notion of Cousin Brucie in the Gowanus Canal.
Thursday, February 7, 2008
Do what you like. Like what you do
Last spring I found a store in Lincoln, NH that carried some gear where I couldn't argue with the message.
chatter
It is a little disheartening to see spirit related writing surrounded by the classified spam flashing jpg litter that runs amok everywhere else in the virtual static disconnect, posing as intellectual banter and binary carpool chat. The message is more less this: Read these words of wisdom or get lured in by one of the side distractions and perhaps I'll get a few pennies if in fact these "revenue" sources are legit.
My head is full of redundant, apparition resurrecting chatter. The forms vary from passing clouds, potato chips, hungry ghosts in hippo mode. Been there, done that yet again and again. The breathing slows things down as I soul ride brain waves like I'm channel surfing through the 200 plus channels of not so "must see" TV reruns. The temp at which these moments pass sound like some bebop jazz or one of those 50s B movies with the public domain action swing tunes that keeps popping up in the film because budgets were limited and they couldn't waste the dough on stuff like an actual score.
Illusions of me, who I am where I should be, where I think I should be, where I think you think I should be have booby trapped the room. They have the paths rigged with real tense ankle height wires hoping to get me good, trip me up..or force me down in order to get me to reflect on all the above, all that was..or perhaps all that could be ahead. Let them be, let them be. Chess mind isn't very helpful.
So here I am looking for a few helpful lines, hints and I can't differentiate the words of "wisdom" from the travel agency who's offering Eddie Money's "Two Tickets to Paradise" all inclusive to some post card photo destination at bargain cheap rates.
My head is full of redundant, apparition resurrecting chatter. The forms vary from passing clouds, potato chips, hungry ghosts in hippo mode. Been there, done that yet again and again. The breathing slows things down as I soul ride brain waves like I'm channel surfing through the 200 plus channels of not so "must see" TV reruns. The temp at which these moments pass sound like some bebop jazz or one of those 50s B movies with the public domain action swing tunes that keeps popping up in the film because budgets were limited and they couldn't waste the dough on stuff like an actual score.
Illusions of me, who I am where I should be, where I think I should be, where I think you think I should be have booby trapped the room. They have the paths rigged with real tense ankle height wires hoping to get me good, trip me up..or force me down in order to get me to reflect on all the above, all that was..or perhaps all that could be ahead. Let them be, let them be. Chess mind isn't very helpful.
So here I am looking for a few helpful lines, hints and I can't differentiate the words of "wisdom" from the travel agency who's offering Eddie Money's "Two Tickets to Paradise" all inclusive to some post card photo destination at bargain cheap rates.
Friday, February 1, 2008
Droog - on a new web
Droog the wonderful noise monstrosity that began as an offshoot of my ol' band Carfire and grew and grew and grew has joined the ranks of FUZZ.COM. I collaborated with mighty Mute Treasures and launched the Decompositions ep. The LP version with 30 more minutes of dissonance will be available in 2008. I've also collaborated with Roswell, New Mexico Martian seein', chronic tokin' beat makers Da Vogons with the In Search Of inspired... Mars Needs Chronic. Now the whole world is waiting for the Groom Lake Mobstaz to get over their munchies and release a full length.
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