Wednesday, August 16, 2006

Do the wu tang


Philly is killing it right now, well music wise at least, cause the phillies and eagles both fucking suck, I am saying boston teams have won about 20 titles since the last philly team won one, then again the boston club scene is wack as fuck unless certified is playing or diplo rolls through town and everyone comes out of the woodwork to dance, otherwise its just a lot of shitty hip hop that says it keeps it real straight 97, das efx real hip hop stand up, and shitty house djs. All shitty house/techno djs are put on blast. We ain't in Ibiza so stop playing such bitch ass music. And that goes double for all you motherfuckers at the red door I'll pull your card to. Djs in this area need to stand the fuck up and stop playing soft shit, nobody wants to hear you imiatate thievery corp anymore, fuck I don't want to hear theivery corp ever again in my life. That shit is so soft its the smirnoff ice of dance music, meaning only bitches enjoy that shit. Anyway off the rant back to the music new shit from trilladelphia (low budget and dirty south joe) called do the wu tang featuring freak nasty and omega
do the wu tang

Friday, August 11, 2006

new article

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the true breakfast of champions


you ain't drunk bitch
8 Ball & MJG ft. Project Pat - Relax and Take Notes
Faust - Untitled II
Mean Joe Green ft. Juvenille - Down Bottom
Brian Eno - 1/2
Can - Oh Yeah
Eat Cloud - Bow'd Brain
United States of America - cloud song
raymond scott - the toy trumpet
trilladelphians - guranteed to go down
aphex twin - heliospan
neu! - sonderangebot
birds - fireburner
dj shadow ft. federation and animaniaks - turf dancing
johnny blaze - black sheep
boom bip - the use of unacceptable colors in nature
trae ft 3 6 mafia, jayton, lil boss, & paul wall - cadillac
boredoms - 2 circles
antithesisters - eddie winslow (remix)
grrrls out of hell - sir francis drake
johnny cash - if you could read my mind

Allright first things first this done here mix was done out of an article serg from beer and rap posted on ohh word about beer drinking, ohh word beer
"I like beer because drinking beer shows dedication and perseverance. Drinking liquor is for bitch ass motherfuckers who can’t commit to drunkness. Doing shots is cute but I’m in this game for the long run. I’m not going to cheat myself by throwing back shots with mall pussy because I know that there is no better sense of accomplishment than waking up on your living room floor with your face a little crusty surrounded by a mountain of empty beer cans that you just destroyed the fuck out of."

Now this is where my and sergio differ. First things first what kind of man takes shots? Us real sippers drink straight from the bottle with no bullshit ice, chaser, or mix for our liquor. Fuck when I drink cheap canadian whiskey, I drink cheap canadian whiskey raw. Shout out to Bret hart.

To me liquor is like fucking without a condom, it just feels right even if you know the consequences and yes just like big baby jesus, ohhh baby I like it raw.

And my homie varick agrees cause when we get our drink on with liquor its straight from the bottle cause we ain't bitches. We gotta realize serg is champ beer drinker but homie is soft when it comes to the hard shit.

Side note drinking whiskey raw also leads to whiskey dick, ie a hard dick that never wants to cum no matter how hot the broad your banging is, this is also known as one of the bad thangs about dranking hard booze.

Anyway serg was on point with most of his assertions about beer drinking and his Coors point cannot be fucked with. But the high life shit is where I question dude. First things first miller light takes like the piss you take after drinking a bunch of miller high lifes, and whose ever choice of beer that is should be shot. That shit is almost as bad as coors light, actually I rather drink cooors than that shit. But the high life is the champ cheap beer. If you want to get drunk off a lot of cheap beer drink that shit, that is unless your a bitch ass motherfucking pussy, then drink michelob or some shit.

Anway here is the drunk and focused guide to hard booze. First things first champs drink whiskey straight. If you order any of those high class scotch or whiskey dranks you best do it straight up or with ice cubes. If you mix the shit you are pussy. Guesse what whiskey is supposed to make you pucker and say goddamn and curse and yell like samuel motherfucking jackson. If you are a pussy drinker go back to smirnoff ices or anything serg is drinking at the time. Hard booze are the marathon of drinking cause to drink them everyday takes a certain type of work ethic, beer drinking is like running the mile where you get drunk quick and then go on coast from there, but hard booze is a marathon where you work your way up to buzz to the point you foget you are running up hills and shit for 26 miles In general if you are worried about the eventual hang over get the fuck out know cause your too much of a sally for this shit.

Vodka is good for when you want to bang a broad. Vodka equals girls panties coming down. I am not sure who invented this rule, maybe too short, but its true. Give a cute broad some vodka and get a camera ready cause this is exactly how girls gone wild was formed. Bitches do stupid shit while drunk on vodka, hell people do stupid shit on vodka, and yes I am looking at your Russia.

Next booze is southern comfort, Ihave never drank souther comfort without blacking out hence I have no idea what southern comfort does other than let me hear second hand a good story out me from the night before that I didn't know I had partaken in.


Tequilla means I am probably gonna fight a dude or two, probaly piss on a girl, and get arrested. Nothing good ever comes from tequilla.

The rest of the hard shit, well fuck it it gets you drunk.

Thus the drunk and focus tthesis is who gives a fuck as long as it gets you drunk. Also this hurr mix was mixed with the guidance of cheap whiskey and maddog 2020, the true breakfast of champions.

Thursday, August 10, 2006

The dog days of August

No updates in awhile because your boy beat pervert is away at 10 day grad school residency drinking whiskey cause I am saying MFA's are a beautiful thang. But the whiskey drinking was for research, and was mixed with maddog for a little mixtape project and response to our good beer drinking friend sergio from beer and rap. Now serg is that dude even if he always tells me he wants to fuck me in the ass to watch me cry, but I think its really cause I am that goddamn handsome. In fact I think I should start selling a lit a bit of my handsome in a bottle on ebay for all the ugly people in the world. But as usual in the meantime I got you covered first things first go to Beer and rap and order Hard As Fuck Vol. 2 mixed by dj B Cause. I have been bumping this shit in my ride (99 Dodge Caravan with stock speakers motherfucker, hand on the grey plastic wheel, with a horn that don't work for beeeping at the boppers on the side of the road) since the homie sent it out to me. Plus serg was gracious enough to put up vol.1 for all you sallies to dl as well. So hit that shit up and get the bitch out of your system.

Another mix y'all should be snatching up is my man from oversea's and the dude that gets the slags panties in a bunch, prime minister Buddy motherfucking Peace. He just did a new mix for Knowmore.org that got my man Evaredy in a hizzy, dude was raving about it and done agree. Buddy peace is a mixtape messiah that needs to get over to the states soon with Zilla to bless us yanks with that proverbial hot shit.
buddy motherfucking peace

Also that mix I promised y'all a motherfucking week ago is finally finished. Its the official Tuesday Scissor Test soundtrack to a blackout mix and for all y'all that don't live in the live free or die state thats my weekly I run on tuesdays. Its a night of live music and this dude djing where I play everything from noise rock to r kelly, well I never played R Kelly that was just when Lemon Red djed with me last summer before dude got big time and moved out to NY to work for Mad Decent and turntablelab, side note big ups to Nels for that, dude is of the nicest folks in the world and has a grind game that is next level. If you want to catch up with him while his blog is on hiatus hit up the boston phoenix tour blog for a recap of the mad decent tour and jesus is riding with mad decent? Side note I have a serial crush on marina, y'all just keep that quiet though cause my girl would kill me.

Allright next update will be the promised new mix over an hour of kraut rock, noise rock, ambient shit, hard rap music that will punch you in the face, b-more club, and more and all mixed under the influence of whiskey, maddog, and a whole lotta weed like my mayne project pat would say.

Tuesday, August 01, 2006

My balls hurt mayne they hurt


Allright Evan is playing up this hernia shit like a cross between Willis Reed and Kirk Gibson, I think he just asked barry horowitz for a pat on the back. Dude we get it your balls hurt.

The show starts off showing the three new fresh meat girls hanging out, well the three other than casey, talking about how they have to vote with their partners etc cause they new to the game, aka foreshadowing to the end of the episode where something pops off from this. Anyway wee man err tj lavin starts off the new mission with some bad news and tells coral and evan they to injured to compete and they are going home. Evan gets a little pissed but deep down is the happiest man alive cause his balls hurt a fucking lot and challenges ain't good for his junk. Grown up wee man tells the reminding five teams that the final will now be three and they will all be guranteed money, so basically get to the finals and you get paid bioootchhhh( I pay too short five dollars everytime I say that out of respect).

The mission was some ladder climbing shit into a boat that was suspended above water. Casesy and Wes go first and fail as usual. Big assed tina is next and uses her big ass to finish. Everyone else finishes except for darnell who falls off harder than mc Shan after he heard a song about the south bronx. As usual wes tries to make an alliance that fails miserably, this time with big assed tina. I am saying that ass is ruthless, never trust a big booty and a smile that girl is poison. Derrick and Diem win the mission and Derrick proving he is the dumbest player in the game puts Shane and Linette into the gauntlet which cause tears and tears from diem cause she is homies with linette. The smart move is to put casey and wes in and keep the alliance with them fresh meat broads, but lets remember derrick ain't one of them thinkers. Anyway linette is pissed at diem for backstabbing her and diem crys some more as the show ends.

Thursday, July 27, 2006

but in the meantime


New mix will be up on monday is was made courtersy of maddog 2020 and the makers of whisky, more on that later. Beat Pervert wll be in New Jersey this weekend. I would leave you with a track off the New Jersey Drive soundtrack but I am gonna leave you with something good instead.

mean joe greene ft, juvenille - down bottom

Tuesday, July 25, 2006

You asked for it


Back by popular demand you guessed right the mother fucking gauntlet recap. Anyway some interesting thangs been going in the gauntlet, first things is wes and casey are still there. Wes might have vaulted himself into the reality show hall of fame with this effort. First he has alienated everyone around him, he constantly bashes his teammate and call her worthless, all his maneuvers for alliances and what not backfires, and yet dude is still in the game. He's like a bizarro A-rod that comes through in the clutch. Anyway while I was on hiatus tanya's team got eliminated and I don't know or care how it happened, and neither should you.

Anyway to set up this week's episode we go back to last week and evan and coral, the team who couldn't lose at the beginning haven't won in a few missions and to boot evan has hernia. Yep the dudes balls are killing him but he wants to be a tropper and play it out. Plus coral would cut him if he backed out. Elsewhere for the first time casey and wes did not get voted in, instead it went to big assed tina and her partner some italian dude. The fat dude and katie got voted in by shane and linnette after they won a mission where they swam with sharks. That's two wins in a row for them and making them the Minnesota twins of this gauntlet shit.

Now this weeks mission was some sled pulling shit, they first broke the teams into two groups to pull a sled that weighed 350 pounds. Than the winning team split back into their groups to pull an 85 pound sled. Wes proved he was the world's greatest teammate by quitting two minutes in and calling casey worthless and leaving her stuck in her harness. I am not sure if I hate or like wes these days. Dude is on another level and what the level is I have no fucking clue. Darnell and Aviv win. And the gauntlet is set for tina and the italian vs the fat guy and katie. In another move that backfired wes tells the fat guy and katie all about the gauntlet in hopes they can beat big assed tina. Big mistake tina and the italian trounce the fat guy and katie.

Also of note Coral fucked up her knee in the mission and had to go to the hospital, and evan got his hernia checked out and his balls are pretty much in his chest know. Actually what the fuck is a hernia really? I keep thinking back to prince paul's pyschoanalysis albulm when paul talks about his balls sucking up to his stomach or some shit, man prince paul is the wierdest. The big story next week will be can a banged up evan and coral stave off elimination, and I got five on coral's boobs for winning this, them shits store secret powers I tell ya and they will probaly even one day make peace in the middle east, or at least be used to bomb some civillians

Sunday, July 23, 2006

Rock 'n' Roll Handjob (Slight Return)

I apologize for my woeful lack of rock 'n' roll posts as of late (like anyone actually reads mine anyhow). I've been living the exciting and glamorous life of a rock star. As such, I couldn't afford to pay for internet access. But I'm back and I've got some serious kick-ass for all of you loyal drunkards. Instead of the usual one song + band explanation - proper sentence structure = (me being an asshole)^2 formula, I've decided to modify it slightly on this one occassion. Partly because I owe you for my lengthy absence and partly because this band rocks so fucking hard that they deserve it, I'm posting two songs!! And one of them's over 6 minutes long! Boobies!




Simply Saucer rocked so fucking hard it should be illegal. I think it actually is in a few states. But, these fellows didn't have to worry about that because they were from Hamilton, Ontario....which is in Canada for you non-geographically inclined readers. Consisting of Edgar Breau (principal songwriter and guitarist), Steve Park (guitar), Kevin Christoff (bass), and Don Cramer (drums), Simply Saucer was quite a force to be reckoned with. Unfortunately, they were playing slash and burn Stooges-type rock with psych, krautrock, and weird electronic noise thrown in for good measure. Which addds up to instant fame (in my book) unless of course you're playing this sort of thing in 1974 in Hamilton, Ontario and you're very lazy about touring...which is exactly what happened. And that's the only conceivable reason this band never got fucking huge.

They only have one actual release from after their break-up which gathers their demos and some live stuff from a show they played on the roof of a mall. Nazi Apocalypse is from the demo side of the record and it fucking tears!
Here Come the Cyborgs Pt.2 is one of the live cuts. Oh my sweet jesus! At about 1:40 in, when things start to slow down, Edgar plays the single greatest piece of guitar screech feedback ever commited to tape. After that, comes a fucking monster of a guitar solo. Straight awesomeness, no wanking in sight.

If you download and listen to these songs and don't immediately want to go out and buy this record, A) Your ears aren't working properly B) You haven't downloaded and listened to these songs at all and/or C) The terrorists have won.

Thursday, July 13, 2006

more drunk than focused


Drunk and Focused vol. 1 more drunk than focused

Yong Jeezy ft. bun b - over here (beat pervert and evaredy pushing square pints of liquor to the kids bootleg blend)
zilla - killer vs. killer
TI ft. beanie siegel - 2 glock 9's
brand nubian - allah u akbar
caural - red sunshine
freeway ft. jay z and beanie siegel - what we do
daedelus ft ttc - cadavre exquis
tbd- 12 flowers
bjork - hyperballad (dj ayres remix)
bonde do role = melo do tabaco (diplo remix)
black dice - endless happiness (eye remix)
scottie b and king tutt - African chant
suba - samba do gringo (zero db remix)
amon tobin - agent of theft
sonic youth - james run free
dj shadow - devil's advocate
1 2 3 teeth - opers of houration

Beefin' Up the Ranks.

Aww hell, there's a time and place when alcohol decides to leave you. You've smacked it around, you've shit on its chest, it's taken a lot from you. But one night, it'll turn on you. It'll cut your dick off and toss it out the window. Consequences, kids. I let hard liquor grab ahold of me for years, putting it in me daily, slowly putting bloody holes in my stomach. Then one night, I gangbang a bottle of 151 rum and up comes the rum and something else, dark, almost purple. And someone's twisting a Phillips-head screwdriver into your gut. Congratulations, a new kind of pain. So I spent months sober. Months on months. Christ, seems like the best analogy I could give is like relocating from Brooklyn to a beet farm in Wyoming. Going wild with a clear mind, forced to deal with the real world without a filter or a machine gun to mow down annoyances. But one day, someone offers me a bottle of wine and my stomach mans up. It can take Pinot Grigio or a decent Chilean wine. But the results are no good, alcohol is alcohol to my body now. The outcome is dirty, unkempt, the fun is gone. I devolve.

Coming back from Chicago recently, I found a stain on the sidewalk in front of my boy Saleem's apartment. Some poor kid got his head canyoned open the night before, must've been a big bullet. The murder rate is about to rise up, again, to where it was before the FBI rolled into town with shotguns on their shoulders. The local cops broke with the Fed gang-unit recently, supposedly about to create their own division. Welcome to the eye of the storm: three to six months before the locals get on their feet gives a window of time to the out-of-town down-syndrome-Scarfaces to get their White down south, over and over through this hollowed-out city. And in the meantime, kids caught in the crossfire and genocide popping out of the barrels of glocks. I hear good ole boys in the rural country count the seconds between lightning and thunder to determine how far away the storm is. We got our comparison, counting the minutes between the gunshots and the sirens. What a sense of humor. 'Cause there's a Mexican and a nigga in the whip, who's driving? The boys in blue, kiddo.

B.P. was in an earlier post talkin about us cats that ain't post too often on here. Yeah, I apologize. I really ain't ever got shit to say when I'm live through phonelines; I get everything out over coffee in the 9th Street diner with my peoples, or painfully downing warm saké on the front stoop. But, hell, shit ain't ever as bad as it sounds. You get a roof over your head and enough money to eat daily and everything's just fine. Peace to the labor office and the blood-plasma donor center.

Puttin' it down,
-V.

Tuesday, July 11, 2006

Tuesday Scissor Test



Stoner metal gods 1 2 3 teeth make their scissor test debut, also known as one of dude justins 37 bands.

Saturday, July 08, 2006

I am free from the chain gang now


The new johnny cash V recordings is fucking dope as fuck. Yes thats my review shit is fucking dope as fuck. This ain't some bullshit pitchfork review where I used a bunch of bullshit to describe his new albulm, and show off that graduated college with an english degree. Or should I just assume they problay hate this new albulm cause more than five retards with bad hairucuts know about it and like it. Fuck it this albulm is great and simple. Just johnny cash looking at the face of death and singing about with pure rawness and honesty over folksy and bluesy shit. If you don't like this shit you probaly don't have what rakim rapped about and for you pitchfork writers thats soul.(side note if pitchfork gave this a good rating which I assume they did regardless of my before mentioned rant, I am sure its for all the wrong reasons,drunk and focused officially wants to the world to know that we skeet skeet skeet all over pitchfork and their bullshit review system.) You know you got soul if you like this otherwise go back to listening to the new j5 and dave mathews band song and thinking about how great sandals are.

Free from thechain gang now

if you could read my mind

Like the 309

Wednesday, July 05, 2006

we are back bitches and yes a return to normalcy


Yeah yeah fuckin yeah drunk and focused hasn't update their shit in a bit. Kids might even wonder if we fell off. First things first you have to be on top to fall off. Hell let us not kid ourselves we are fringe cult blog at best. Sure are homies like lemon red might be big stars and the 19th best music website according to entertainment weekly etc but guess what we never got any of that hype to come here. Drunk and focused is the forgotten blog of the world, we got five loyal fans, a bunch of dudes who never post any shit, and a drunk dj slash writer slash new grad student named beat pervert running the ship. My posse fell off, only dude justin has a legit excuse why he doesn't post cause dude is in 27 bands and does not have the internet. I am assuming varick is writing a novel that will bring him riches (dude is talented with them words), I am guessing en p is playing basketball trying to get noticed by fat joe for the next rucker tournament, and B2, well I love b2, but dude is old and would rather play cribbage then post for drunk and focused, which means is all up to beat pervert to bring back the site. Which means things done changed. No more gauntlet reports cause the gauntlet fucking sucks and I am sick of people thinking I am that dude that does tv show reviews, especially when its for a show I don't even want to watch any more, so that shit is done unless I get 5 folks to leave comments or email me saying they want the gauntlet report back. Fuck that one person leaves a comment saying they want the gauntlet back I'll bring it back. Unless that happens I am jacking off to coral boobs alone for now on. Also we are bringing back the review shit, mostly cause I get paid more to write a 75 word review for the boston phoenix on b-more club shit than a feature for the wire who bounced a check they gave me for my monthly features and column they get out of me. Yes drunk and focused truly does not give a fuck anymore and will burn bridges from now on cause we are bored as fuck. And yes bounced checks will get you fucking called out. Next up is the new Johnny Cash review. But first up is all my fucking articles I wrote for the Wire which people can't find on the internet because in addition to not paying me on time, apparently they haven't paid their webmaster cause that fucking site hasn't been update since my scotty b article which you can find here
Scotty b

Anyway my next feature article was on my homie and one of the most talented motherfucking musicians I have ever met Eat Cloud. Here's is the article

When the robots try to take over the world the only person that will be able to stop them will be Eat Cloud. He will be the one to provide the soundtrack to world destruction, and it will be the sound of beautiful chaos. Music will eat itself, and out of its ashes will be electronic drums pulsing all over. The master of these drums will be head banging and thrashing about, pushing buttons and slamming pedals to get the sound that is midnight in a beautiful world of destruction. The robots will begin to dance and gyrate and bust into makeshift soul train lines, and some of the newer androids will even start break dancing. Then the music will stop and a haunting melody will attack them as Eat Cloud drops the drums out and begins to play a song on a guitar and bow that seems birthed out of the lost sadness that is found in the hearts of abandoned children. The robots will begin to weep and through their tears they will self destruct as Eat Cloud saves the world for mankind.

In the world that is Eat Cloud (government name Andrew David Tomasello) the robot scenario might actually happen. He may be making music to one day save the world, and it may be Tomasello's only connection left to reality. He seems to see the world through the eyes of five year old trapped in a Super Mario Brothers cartoon who can't decide if he wants to save the princess, or just hang out and chill with the walking mushrooms. Talking to the twenty-one year old you find a kind soul who seems to have stepped straight out of the "Dazed and Confused" movie complete with shaggy hair, a cigarette hanging out his mouth, and his laid back "everything is cool man" disposition. Believe me, he is definitely "cool." He's also a weirdo, but the best kind of weirdo - one who just loves playing music.

Tomasello is a one man band. It seems like he can play virtually any instrument in the world and you can even find him these days moonlighting playing guitar with Portsmouth's favorite noisy rock band the Antithesisters. But his real talent comes in his ability to manipulate drum machines and samplers into the beauty that is syncopated chaos. He released his first album under the Eat Cloud moniker a few months back after four years of trying to realize the sound that was violently trying to erupt from his mind. He describes the process as a lot of trial and error and the evolution of of trying to find a new sound.

"I just always liked music I found to be intense,"  he explained. This need to create an outlet for intense music led him to buy a drum machine at the age of 17, so he could make a grind core record, which was a fusion of noise, hardcore, metal, and thrash for an intense thick sound of agression, explaining of that process.

"I did a few noise songs on there and I never played a show with it, I just had a record",  he said, "From 17 till 19 I was pretty much locked up in my room screwing around with tapes, mostly doing really odd folky type music, but I got a really cheap sampler and started doing things with that and just the drum machine and thought it was crazy, then I started hooking up guitar pedals to the sampler and so on till I realized what could happen with certain equipment."

So far it's working for him as he explains his leaving of his hardcore roots and immersion into this current electronic sound explaining,

"I came out of hardcore mainly because I did not like how violent it was. I just always liked music I found to be intense. It has really just been a lot of personal trial and error from the start learning what I can and can't do and teaching myself to do the things I can do that I didn't think I could."

What emerged was an assault on sound that was a melding of Aphex Twin melody and electronics with J Dilla drum patterns- that is if J Dilla did way too much acid while watching seven naked hippy chicks gyrate to bass music while they were reading passages from William Burroughs "Naked Lunch." The one golden rule Eat Cloud follows is he records all his music live straight to a four track with no studio trickery, over dubs, or the aid of the computers. He can't see himself ever using computers because as he states,

"I need to be able to feel the music, and manipulate it with a human touch, and I am afraid I will lose this ability if I used computers."

If you are looking to buy his new album just walk around downtown Dover and sooner or later you are sure to see him shredding about searching for the elusive brown note, or you can just visit his myspace page (mysapce.com/eatcloud) where you can download a few songs and get in contact with the man himself. He recently quit his job at Bullmoose Records in Salem, NH and is looking to make the seacoast his new home, and in the mean time he is couch surfing and living strictly off the money he makes from his live shows and selling cds. He explains,

"A lot of promoters are scared off by the sound because its really odd music, but the seacoast has embraced it and really motivated me to keep going. The music itself is the most important thing to me."

Eat Cloud is a human robot connecting to the world through beeps and drum patterns. And when the end of the world comes he may be our only savior and hope of survival, and thus in drums we trust.

And here is my last column
There is common misconception in these parts that the old man of the mountain actually fell off the mountain and died. Some have even spread lies that he is just a pile of rocks on the side of a mountain now. Well that is just ludicrous because the truth is the old man of the mountain moved to California to start a rock n roll band with a whiskey jug playing german Bigfoot named Gerhard Reinke, and a hollywood director, turned slide guitar player, Steven Spielberg . When out searching for “My Teeth Itch”, that is the old man’s new band, I ran into some other live free or die natives who left the granite state to head west for warm weather, a governor who starred in the hit comedy “Twins”, and a music scene they have thrived in.
Are search leads us first to the bay area where we find central New Hampshire natives the Restiform Bodies, whose sound can be described as the picture you get in your head after you have just watched a fat, forty year old women in spandex dance to Wrecks n Effects “Rump Shaker.” for a solid hour. Also while you were watching this dance you have a head full of acid and headphones bumping out the sounds that is Brian Eno as interpreted by the Wu Tang Clan. This Restiform Bodies trio consists of Passage, the Bomarr Monk, and Telephone Jim Jesus, who aside from working together as the restiform collective, also each have solo projects of their own for Anticon records . They moved out to Oakland in 2000 and have not looked back since touring the United States and Europe alike while becoming fixtures in the Bay Area music scene. However, even with all this success they have still not played a show back in their home state.
Unfortunately in the Bay Area we were not able to find anything other than those fat women in spandex, so we continue are search for “My Teeth Itch” in the city of angels, Dr. Dre, and of course stupid spoiled whores with sex tapes, yes we have arrived in the beautiful city of Los Angeles. There have been some sightings of the old man of the mountain out on town clubbing with Lindsay Lohan, the girl from the classic “My Two Dads” series, and Nick Lachey, but we have yet to come in contact with him. As we continue the search we run into a dude I used to ride to school with in high school back in Manchester, NH. The dude is none other than dj Mo7s, elementary school name Stephen Manders, and currently known as the that dj tearing up the L.A. club scene. This NH native left his east coast roots for the west after slaying the NH and Boston clubs alike with his break heavy dance sets and turntablilist talents. In just under 10 years he has opened for dance acts such John Digweed, Hybrid and Adam Freeland and rap acts such as Dj Q Bert, KRS-One, and The Jungle Brothers. You can find him currently rocking to large crowds in the LA area, or if your in Nova Scotia you catch him playing one of the biggest dance events of the year, Evolve 7, August 5 in Halifax, Nova Scotia.
As the sun sets out west over the horizon I think I see the old man swimming, but in reality is just a really big turtle named Clyde who has short legs. Things we have learned this month turtles have short legs , we may never find the elusive old man of the mountain or his noisy rock band, but we did find some local artists from our humble live free or die state doing it real big out west like Manute Bol on a pogo stick.

Next up a review for the new johnny cash albulm

Wednesday, June 21, 2006

yadda yadda coral boobs


Ahhh the gauntlet report. I am kinda wierded out I met someone who described me as the dude that did tv reviews and shit. Ummm I am not sure if that was a compliment or not. I am saying I use to have a posse as big as andre the giant but since then I have gone solo. That dude justin is mia for a reason ie no internet, but en p, varick, and b2 have no excuses. I am saying I am the dwayne wade of this shit carrying the antoine walkers of this world to fringe status on the internet. Anyway quick gauntlet recap because the show was basically a build up for next week. First things first don't bring your gf or bf on one of these, its a recipe for disaster. Hell I fight with my gf all the time and I didn't meet her on a reality show. The mission for this weeks was rock climbing. Yadda yadda yadda Corals boobs...Evan and Coral win. They vote Wes and his teammate into the gauntelt. Before the deliberation for the other team wes and johanna get into fight. Apparently wes forget johanna was out of his league and pulled a danny which resulted in johanna getting voted in. Johnaa and wes ain't talking and coral and tina are in johanna's ear telling all sorts of women shit. I am saying two girls I don't want in my girls ear are big tittied coral or big assed tina cause those girls are ruthless. Anyway the show ends with this drama ladda ladda ladda next week should be interesting.

Saturday, June 17, 2006

Rock Paper Scissors and Shrimp


New mix is done for the podcast but the podcast is being a bitch and not letting me upload it so y'all can dl it here in the meantime
Rocks Paper Scissors and Shrimp

kraftwerk - metal on metal
siguor rous - ba ba ti ki do do
cb4 - straight outta locash (kid 606 remix)
bounty killer - run tings dun we (knifehandchop remix)
0 = 0 -supermario brothers theme
young dro - shoulder lean (curtis vodka remix)
sun ra - sattelites are spinning (zero db remix)
mcneal and niles - one slave, one gun
dj shadow - High noon
matmos - solo button for joe meek
project pat - googly moogly (josh console remix)
amon tobin - cougar merkin
godspeed you black emperor - 4
squarepusher - spymania
eat cloud - behometh
raymond scott - country fair
NEU! - weissensee

Also the Antithesisters fucking destroyed it this past tuesday at the 1 year throw down. Googly moogly did they kill it. Thanks for all y'all that came out it was a fucking great show. And thanks for the 2 folks who stayed late while me and evaredy played 2 live crew records and got yelled at by the cops it was fun.

Tuesday, June 13, 2006

Tuesday Scissor Test is Dead: the 7th annual 1 Year anniversary throwdown


Scissor test ain't deat yet motherfucker as we celebrate destroying the portsmouth scene, making all competiton bow the fuck down, and making a thousand stanky motherfucking honkies in sandals playing jam band music run for cover. Tonite we do it real real real big like manute Bol on a pogo stick kicking it off with 4 live acts including the Antithesisters, Advanced Apes, tim emerson and Jon Lessard. Doors at 8, music starts at 8:30, thats 8 fucking thirty whether your late asses are their yet are not. From 11-1 we take it back to the orignal scissor test shit when I bring out evaredy and we play all that hot fiya you can dance to. All bass music all the time plus alot of exclusive tracks, remixes and drunkeness. Plus i'll be playing all that wierd shit in between the acts as usual. So come out get drunk, fight a honkey or two and come celebrate the debauchery that is tuesday scissor test. Its free, doors at 8, pbrs are 2 dollars, and its at the red door in good ol portsmouth nh.

Big shout out to lemon red who used to dj with me back when I started this shit last summer when it used to be straight djing all night long. He bounced to NY though and the night evolved into a showcase of the best bands in the area regardless of any bullshit genre or any nonsense like that. Also a shout out to the orginal scissor test posse people that used to come out when nobody else did you know who you are brendan "white gloves funwrecker, that dude justin who actually coined the term Tuesday Scissor Test, AJ the makeshift sound dude, mr. wallace and crew, bif rike snm the first live band that ever played the night, and everyone who has played this shit or came out its been appreciated. And also a very big shout to my big brother B2 who is really the godfather of the scissor test sound whether he realizes it or not. Anyway come out early for the live music and stay late for the dance shit cause me and evaredy are taking back to last summer from 11-1 for straight shit you can dance too. And cause I am that dude here is a sneak preview of the type shit you might here tonite from a sample of our next mixtape "Music For White Girls and the Thugs that love them vol. 2, No Head, No Backstage Pass." And yes I know I am fucking classy

No Head, No Backstage Pass
FU2 - No Head, No Backstage Pass
Nelly Furtado - Promiscous Girl (instrumental)
bel biv devo - poison
Pete Rock and cl smooth - TROY (instrumental)
too short - blow the whistle (accapella)
TI - Why you wanna (instrumental)
Human League - human
federation - In love with a hoodrat (accapella)
truck Stop krew - nuttin but a bass thang
choppa - Choppa style(accapella)
Cucci shit interlude
Dj technics - Dick Like a newjack
MIA - Bucky Done Gun (Unruly remix)
Frank Ski - Whores in the House
rod lee - bling bling
Lil Jon - snap yo fingers (accapella)
David Banner - Might gethca (instrumental)
TI ft. UGK - Front 2 Back
8ball and MJG - Pimp Hard (accapella)
Young Jeezy - Over here
lil flip - game over (instrumental)
trillville - neve eva (accapella)

yadda yadda yadda Melinda's boobs


The gauntlet is like waching Nascar only for the crashes, you know eventually it will happen but when it doesn't your left to watch a bunch of fukcing cars go round and round in circles and that shit is boring. The gauntlet has been like that this year, I am still waiting for the first real car crash and its on the horizon thank to the new posterboy for douce bags Wes. First things first he has a fucking mohawk, yep him and nick hogan prove mohawks are not just for out of touch punk rock kids anymore. Anyway the mission this week was to eat slop out of a metal bowl while locked in a cage and handcuffed, then find the three keys in the slop and unlock yourself and sprint to the finish line 50 yards down. Yada Yada Yada chanda and theo win proving the black and white cookie is the symbol of this gauntlet cause the white boy with the black girl has taken every mission so far. Anyway the gauntlet was set for wes and his partner who repeatedly tells all the time is the worst partner in the world cause she is the dumbest and least athletic, thats it wes is the payton manning of the gauntlet everytime something goes right its all because of him, as soon as something happens he throws his teammate under the bus, yep all we need now is the patented wes face. Anyway they are going against Melinda and johnny cake ryan, melinda wants to go home cause mr. ben afflack himself Danny got sent home and is a jealous prick who starts fight on the phone cause melinda mini skirt might be to short. In honor of danny all the pictures for this weeks gauntlet will be Melinda drunk at bars showing off her titties or ass, yep drunk melinda likes to flash her goodies and we at drunk and focused salute her and can't wait for her to do playboy.

I have a new idea for a reality show starring danny, basically he gets one punched every week untill his face collapses in. Anyway Melinda's heart is not in the mission(not to mention her titties or ass) and at the first checkpoint they figure out the puzzzle and get to lose their bags but the dumbasses forget to bring the flag. At the second check point they realize this so johnny cakes goes back to get it and they end up losing. Wes's ego is huge now and he thinks he can't be beat and goes around telling everyone this leading up to next weeks episode where him and johanna have a huge fight and wes tells everyone he is the man yadda yadda yadda

Thursday, June 08, 2006

a soundtrack for your next blackout



New mix up featuring shit load of spaced out rock music this time around and its good to listen on what the kids call drugs.
jonny wayne on acid
Tangerine Dream - genesis
boredoms - circle
bif rik snm - dalliance of yore
who killed the red baron - fushia blues (live edit)
antithesisters - eddie winslow (remix)
faust - chere chambre
eat cloud - big kitchen
aphex twin - green calx
television - marquee moon (alternate version)
sonic youth - shaking hell (live 83)

Also of note the antithesisters(one of dude justins 17 and half bands) will be playing live this tuesday at the 7th annual 1 year Aniversary of the scissor test. The night orginated last summer with that dude Lemon Red (who just got 19th best music site from Entertainment Weekly which is fucking bonkersand I think drunk and focused came in at about number 527) We used to play a shitload of new rap, booty shit, exclusives and lemon red always seemed to maange to drop one r kelly record a night to a loyal group of about 5 people who would come out, and lets not forget funwrecker and his white gloves. After lemon red bolted for New York I revamped the night with live music and me djing before, during and after the acts and took over the portsmouth scene from the shitty jam band music and sally electro pop dudes playing ipod electroclash from boston that were pervading the scene by crushing all competition for a night where anything fucking goes. Here's an article on the night
scissor test

So all my loyal readers in the area that made this site the number 527th best source for music as rated by Entertainment weekly should come out to see how we do it live. I am djing with boy evaredy (yep he same due who got banned from that bitch ass Dover Soul for playing Nore records) from 11-1 dropping straight bass music, blends, crunk and bass and b-more club exclusives, and from 9-1 we have the long hairs covered with music from the antithesisters, tim emerson, and the rap duo advance apes. The show is at the Red Door in Portsmouth, NH their is no cover and we got you drunks covered with 2 dollar pbrs.

Tuesday, June 06, 2006

When I was 12 I ate alot of grilled cheeses



Rats off to you its 6/6/6 which I think is national grilled cheese day! In honor of grilled cheeses, the devil and slayer here is slayer remixed by amon tobin

Agent of theft

the gauntlet recap with a word from our sponsor


To spice up the fresh meat recap we have a proud sponsor being Evaredy's heavy like a chevy Podcast.
fucking rap music mayne
torture chamber (cut chemist remix/original) - edan ft. percee p
break north - utltramagnetic mc's
make up your mind - kool keith
multiples - atmosphere
hand on the glock - cypress hill
melody remix/be easy blend
can you feel me? - saafir
the thief in the night - aceyalone
put it on/dj premier blend - big l
invocation - common
t boz tried to talk to me - count bass d
manifest - gang starr
get off the bandwagon - epmd
dial 7 (axioms of creamy spies) - digable planets
you know how it goes (t ray remix) - grand puba
mansion and a yacht remix - kurious ft. mike g and sadat x
commercial meledy - the jack d'johns
bitties in the bk lounge - de la soul
kick'em in the grill - 3rd bass ft. chubb rock
slave to my soundwave - lord finess
nighttrain (pete rock strong island mixx) - public enemy ft cl smooth

Fucking mixed live and correct by mixtape podna evaredy. Me and him doing big tings coming up and be on the look out for our new mixtape "Music for white girls and the thugs that love them: Vol 2: No Head, No Backstage Pass" dropping soon on your melons.

Now on the gauntlet which is no way as good as this mix evaredy done did.

I am kinda worried this episode was kinda of a weak and I think we are falling back into last seasons period of absolutely sucking. The big thang on this weeks show was derrick and his partner diem. If this was wrestling derrick became a "good" guy on this episode of last gauntlet of being a heel or what you know as a bad guy all through last season (Alton would be the hulk hogan of the gauntlet cause dude never lost). To do this they paired him up with diem who other than being hot, has fucking ovarian cancer. Yeah fucking cancer. So now derrick has a legit reason to be ubder competive cause he doesn't want to let her down because this is may be her last chance to do anything physical before she goes back for more chemotherapy.

This weeks mission was holding up your partner while expended above water. It looked like when of those trapezee artists do the trick where they catch their partner in mid air. Anyway long mission short, the Midnight express of the gauntlet, Evan and Coral, win their fucking third straight mission and decide to send tits magee err melinda, and johnny cakes into the gauntlet.

During the vote to send the other team in Wes volunteers his team in to save Johanna because her and jesse had the worst time. During the vote johanna started crying, overwrought with emotion that wes would be so chivarlous or some bullshit. Big asssed tina said it best on the lines of she couldn't stand this over dramatic bullshit and she was so over boyfriends on challenges. What tina is not over having an ass that project pat would say googly moggly to that thang is juicy and probaly a donkey kong comment.

The show ends with the gauntlet looming next week and me feeling as unsatisfied as john getting hammie whammie from a hooker and not cumming for an hour before she says times up like OC and your left with some blue balls.