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Heavy Rotation Vol. 5

July 5, 2009

Another week, another set of fine tunes to soundtrack whatever activities you have planned for a fine 4th o’ July weekend. Whether it’s yardwork (those corpses won’t bury themselves!), a family outing (those corpses won’t bury themselves, kids!) or just hanging around the house waiting for law enforcement to arrive (What did I say about the corpses? Kids? Who remembers?), these insta-classics will warm your heart and swallow your soul. Who’s ready to testify?

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Fuck Buttons – Race You to My Bedroom
Nearly ten full minutes of apocalyptic electronics and fuzz, all slowly and steadily building like the little fucking psychedelic engine that could. There are lyrics, although none that can be readily deciphered. Brutal in an impeding doom sort of way.

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Holy Fuck – Super Inuit
A very high-quality live capture of the Fuckster’s in concert. Powerful drumming, lots of electronics tweaking and what sounds like a flute somewhere in the mix. Add some Suicide-esque echoed vocalizing and we’re off to the fucking races. Best served loud.

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SALEM – Haffa
The claustrophobic sound of drowning, occasionally punctuated by Casio-quality handclaps and drums. Dirty, gray and suffocating. Suitable for the whole family, although probably not yours. Yours either. Maybe play it through once or twice first before calling the kids in to gather round the hi-fi.

Video for “Dirt.”

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Belong – Late Night
So you say you like that drowning feeling you can only get from SALEM? But the handclaps and cheap-ass Casio drumwork are too “pop-ish” and leave you feeling like you might survive the encounter? Enter Belong, who remove the rhythm section and bury the vocals even further, turning the drowning feeling from unintentional to self-inflicted, with their cover of Syd Barrett’s Late Night.

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m83 – Teen Angst
The amalgamation of one man’s quest to make the perfect My Bloody Valentine song, only using sequencers and synthesizers instead of guitars and $500,000 of label-destroying funds. Staccato bursts of drums, soaring vocals and a propulsive set of keyboard washes. Highly recommended.

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Heavy Rotation V. 5

[All music posted on Fancy Plans… is kick ass and too awesome to be contained. All music is also posted temporarily and, due to it’s high level of ass-kicking, should not be distributed without a prescription and care should be taken while operating heavy equipment or dancing around the living room (clothing optional, but do remember that the blinds are open/kids are still awake).
Should you wish to have your brilliant artistic statement forced back into confinement, please email me at 2timegrime@gmail.com. Feel free to leave a comment, as that will probably be noticed sooner.
By all means, if you like what you hear (and you will), please support the totally rocking artist(s) by purchasing some music or heading out to see them live.]

-CLT

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13 comments

  1. You really should invest in the corpses that bury themselves. It just makes life so much easier.

    A little voodoo is all you need.

    I find it interesting that given the subject of your post, WordPress decided that “Jackson Fam – Debbie Rowe can see her kids” is strangely appropriate.

    I also find it interesting the not only is the post fuck laden, but your tag clouds has “fuck you” as one of the biggest. What does that say about you my freind?


    • I’m going to go ahead and cop out with, “I’m just holding up a mirror to society.”

      It sounds a whole lot better than 30+ going on 13.

      I’m not sure how Debbie Rowe got dragged into this. Must be some sort of fucking/corpse burying undertones to that post.

      Thanks for stopping in and noticing way too much, CC. Always a pleasure having you here.


  2. You aren’t the type to cop out. The correct answer is because you are just fucking fabulous.


    • You’re right. I’m not that type. At least not when there’s danger all about…


  3. My kids are wondering why the f*** I am listening to their music and why I’m liking it so much…


    • Tell ’em to f***in’ get used to it. Their mom is now officially “cool as f***.”

      Great to see you, E3. Thanks for the comment.


  4. God damn teen angst.

    Thanks for these!


    • Angst: it’s what teens do best. Besides each other.

      As always, my pleasure, Alan.


  5. I know that ours is to always play the witty tongue, but you provide an amazing service. The equivalent to that friend that always turned you on to something groovy. Thanks for your funtime work.


    • Thanks, RR.

      I think the disclaimer says it all – the music is too awesome to be contained. I’m just the irresponsible zookeeper who keeps leaving the cages unlocked.

      As always, great to have you strutting around. Thanks again, RR.


  6. I would like to thank CLT for introducing my mom (Elizabeth3Hersh) to indie music. I’ve been trying to enlighten her for years!


    • I just realized this is a really old post and the bookmark on my computer is outdated.


    • It’s a story as old as parenting itself. The child approaches the parent: “You’ve got to hear this.”

      Parent: “There is no way I’m going to like this…”

      And they don’t. It’s a weird mental block that all parents have. I’m pretty sure I have it.

      Sometimes all it takes is the right arm-waving caricature to turn that all around.

      Hopefully, this makes life a little more bearable as long as you’re all still under the same roof.

      (And as for the lateness: no sweat. It still got you here.)

      Thanks for stopping in, Rachel Z.



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