The first two paragraphs here make it sound like Playtime with a more bitter vibe. I'm going to check this out.

Don't be steppin to Carl Friedrich GAUSS, yo!

Don't be steppin to Carl Friedrich GAUSS, yo!

Here's a scenario. A group (small, obscure) makes a deal with a label (small, obscure) to produce an album. Promptly upon final mastering, the material is leaked to "the scene". Label says, Well shit there's no way we're going to make any money actually pressing discs, decides to not publish the music at all.

Here's a scenario. A group (small, obscure) makes a deal with a label (small, obscure) to produce an album. Promptly upon final mastering, the material is leaked to "the scene". Label says, Well shit there's no way we're going to make any money actually pressing discs, decides to not publish the music at all.

I am in tears laughing so hard. You are exactly right.

I am in tears laughing so hard. You are exactly right.

"Oh it was teddible… Howard was making love to her on the sofa all evening."

"Oh it was teddible… Howard was making love to her on the sofa all evening."

But, but… Jean Rochefort.

But, but… Jean Rochefort.

I was eight or nine and a precocious reader. Mom was driving me to school one day and I'm in the back seat with my Narnia book when I encountered an unfamiliar word. "Mom, what does 'ejaculate' mean?"

I was eight or nine and a precocious reader. Mom was driving me to school one day and I'm in the back seat with my Narnia book when I encountered an unfamiliar word. "Mom, what does 'ejaculate' mean?"

Your eyes will stud my crown

Your eyes will stud my crown

Coogin nails it. Truly the finest in cheap malt liquors.

Coogin nails it. Truly the finest in cheap malt liquors.

The contrast was amazing: Hole all decked out in sweet clothes and fancy lights, Love being an absurd beeyotch; then Sonic Youth coming out looking like hell, frankly, old, haggard, ripped jeans and dirty tees, and then proceeding to pretty much explode my head. One of my favorite shows ever.

The contrast was amazing: Hole all decked out in sweet clothes and fancy lights, Love being an absurd beeyotch; then Sonic Youth coming out looking like hell, frankly, old, haggard, ripped jeans and dirty tees, and then proceeding to pretty much explode my head. One of my favorite shows ever.

Ah, Ministry - probably my most punishing show as well. It was Helmet opening, and by the time Ministry started I had already busted my nose on someone's shoulder… I went home covered in blood.