Canadian noise in decades past

[Scream & Writhe]

Amazing to read that, Soddy. Glad you were able to dig it up. Deserved to be enshrined in the pages of the booklet accompanying the NO 98 box. To think of Jojo and Bloor together... !

[Joie de la Blumpy]

Amazing to read that, Soddy. Glad you were able to dig it up. Deserved to be enshrined in the pages of the booklet accompanying the NO 98 box. To think of Jojo and Bloor together... !

Oh, haha, this is worth adding. Shortly after I posted that I got an irate call from Alan (I hope he won't mind my posting this, it's pretty funny imo).

So...Soddy...I heard you were badmouthing Knurl, eh?

He hadn't read it but one of his pals had, and said pal somehow translated what I'd written into a dis! (I used to get this a lot, actually. One day I'll relate the D Squad objection...at least no one ever gifted me no tin 'o turd!) He sounded pretty PO'd but gradually over the course of the call I managed to persuade him to semi-grudgingly accept that what I'd posted was in no way a dis. Far from it. Later he managed to get hold of the review, or maybe I sent him a copy, and he agreed with my assessment so all was (I believe!) well.

[Joie de la Blumpy]

O Huge Vault Of Vasoline
Nothing to not like about this Ajax Ontario mainstay.You say Phlox in Space, I say Excerpt Buxtehude. Like all your favorite non organic nonmusics dissembling in perfectly un pixilated headspace, static distorto-jabs erratically burgling in turdle-d sluffle-lurch. Stuffle-lurch. Lurching stuffles stuffling till the stuffles stuffle home. Lurch be the word. You'd think they were going places. With a name like that. And they were, before they most assuredly weren't, assuming that were(n't) were a word. (Probably!) Electrocuted electro-destaticized cats, like. There are no sleeping consorts. And. Huge fucking vaults, of fucking vasoline. vaseline. vasiline. Spelling apparently optional. Check that out mofo.

Now to audition some surf zombie atrocities.

[Joie de la Blumpy]

Y'know, I completely fergott that this, this Burlington Ont based Number None, were a (and yet another long obscured) work of Mike McAvella (aka he of the plentifully scorched Scissor, earlier mentioned). But it (Surf Zombie Atrocities, circa 1995) certainly do share plenty of them plentofitously scorched inflections (the Scissor'd sort), if somehow managing to pierce that mite piercinger, not say roughinger, mayhap raginger, as may perhaps befit the deliverings of beocord 2000 mono reel to reel, or so it says. So to say more in line with the inelegantly rendered human remains dis-gracing the cover though funnily enough the tape itself looks (if not at all sounds) like something straight outta MSNP*. Makes me (or at least the illhealthily righteous-scorchings-fixated earhole parts of me) wonder how many other mid-90s obscurities le Burlington Ont chap were responsible for. NN do share a cherished spot with O Huge Vault Of Vasiline on seminal Xcretaria comp the first, so maybe need to start mining other Xcretances fer aliasses, es, es (gettin my beocord 2000 freak on).

* now say it again with proper Ice Cube inflection**
** crazy motherfucker named joie de la blumpy / from a gang called omfg fuck my fuckin life g