This song is inspired by Jodorowsky’s HOLY MOUNTAIN.
Is it the thump of the bass winding around the drums? The keyboard lines? The fuzzed-up guitars?
Whatever it is…the result is golden.
This song is inspired by Jodorowsky’s HOLY MOUNTAIN.
Is it the thump of the bass winding around the drums? The keyboard lines? The fuzzed-up guitars?
Whatever it is…the result is golden.
Holy shit. The army of some far off land are gathering at the gates!
Time to FIGHT!
The sound of ice melting and the smell of rotted wood.
“It’s every bastard for himself
the last century hasn’t ended yet
bring us the head of the king
the last century hasn’t ended yet”
Sex dreams are so strange. Like, you brain just decides to fuck.
You wake up wondering what the hell just happened. Its a bit like being molested.
Paperbag audio but watching these guys build this shit live makes that worth overlooking.
“Bleep bloop derm derm”
Cue the vocal track.
We’re going to charge this motherfucker and make it ours.
A swarm.
Don’t stop. Can’t stop.
Rocky takes on OCP’s glory boy.
I made the mistake of dating a bartender when I first moved to LA. At the time it seemed like a wise investment…although waiting for her to get off work murdered my own job performance.
Anyway she had the walls of her room lined with hundreds of Hot Wheels still in the packaging…a investment strategy by way of Toys ‘R Us I guess. They would fall of the walls when we had sex. Or made the bed. Which was a single sized mattress on the floor if I remember correctly.
We used to drive to Mexico on the weekends in my gold Mazda RX-7. The first time I had ever been. Buckets of Coronas and trying to find a pharmacia that actually delivered on the promise of Valium. I remember spending the entire time terrified.
Probably because of the blackouts and waking up on the beach and having no idea where I was.