Holy fucking shit!
"this band never ceases to amaze me" as Dave Stange said upon leaving the venue. he is absolutely right.
Opener: love in vein
Closer: far too frail
somewhere in the middle: pro-test, ugli, pedafly, addiction (a remix no less!) ahh, yeah I was inebriated thoroughly so my recognition of the set list is patchy. Fucking Assimilate! Finally! I know that made Dave very happy! (and I as well, of course)
Encore was Warlock and Far too Frail. Holy destruction! Ogre was in a kind of geriatric KKK looking outfit, complete with a fucking walker! later, the KKK hate was replaced with a creepy ghost/ghoul looking mask and then that was subsequently torn off to reveal something grotesque and zombie-ish. Blood was sprayed. All over the inside of a plexi compartment thing. other cool visuals including a forced perspective set of video screens layered one upon the other which is very hard to describe right now. cEvin handled programming, mark Walk did drums, from what I can tell. Ahhh, so perfect.
Never a bad show from these established, potent, ever-increasing gods of industrial. none can surpass them.
-Ninna
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N'est-que pas que la solitude en soi-mème eveille un peu d'attente fébrile? Voici l'entrée, vide, discrètetement illuminée comme une musée nocturne – la terasse, avec ses flottant torchères dans un étrangement doux soir d'Avent – la vestibule et le murmure vocale s'écartant – la très propre chambre et la musique dansante derrière le mur – et le bar avec les drinks mondains – le bassin où le nageur entrâine, longeur de longeur, il en n'a pas assez, il faut y mettre de sien – et enfin la fille du coin de couloir obscure q'elle tourne vers'l haut noire et pâle, vince, determinée et pure de style comme un moderne avion de chasse suédois.
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SONNET XXXIX FOR KATIE
I went downtown, saw Katie in the nude
on Common Avenue, detracted soltitude
as it were, like a dream-state rosely hued,
like no one else could see her; DAMN! I phewed;
was reciprokelly then, thank heaven, viewed,
bestowed unique hard-on! but NOT eschewed,
contrair-ee-lee, she took a somewhat rude
'n readidy attude of Sex Prelude; it BREWED!
And for a start, i hiccuped "Hi!", imbued
with Moooood! She toodledooed: "How queued
your awe-full specie-ally-tee, Sir Lewd,
to prove (alas!), to have me finely screwed,
and hopef'lly afterwards beloved, wooed,
alive, huh? Don't you even DO it, Duu-uuude!"
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Casualidad sopla la sangre
de alguno señor desconocido
durante los pocos restantes
momentos del resplandor de faroles
que se vislumbran tras el follaje
flameando de las obsesiónes
igual efimero como gotas
del cinzano de la soledad –
En aquel tiempo me levanta
dentro uno incidente avejentado
que en seguida palidece
al camouflaje de abstraccion;
chica, nadie conoce que tus grisos
ojos significan aún; con todo
el sueño que hube evacuado
tu escudriñas nuevamente.
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Consider Sex and time, procreation, reincarnation. Trigonometry! I envisage the time axis as the repetitive tangens function. Do you see what I mean? What can be tentatively derived from this notion? Clue: orgasm AND birth pangs at tan 0.
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