Summer has come, soon the air will be filled with mucus filing pollen, and I’m cooked up in an office with lots of free time. What better way to pass the time than to do some delightful Discogs archaeology!
I started off with looking at the discography of some good old fashioned industrial tape labels, since it’s been a while I enjoyed some harsh rhythmic melodies. I got caught up with the Insane Music label and their myriad of compilation tapes. Some really fantastic stuff there, and I noticed Kopfschmerztablette, a classic and favorite industrial bands of mine. But hey, what is this release, Objekt Zwei Oder Einfahrt Freihalten? Haven’t seen that one before, and the label, ZNS Tapes? A short-lived, German, tape label from the late 80’s – early 90’s, with a focus on abstract, experimental, industrial, music. And their entire back catalog is available online? Now were talking!
The sun is setting, the snow is laying thick and white on the ground outside, a fresh pot of coffee is brewed. The only thing left is some mood music… The new Boduf Songs album; too clean. Blut Aus Nord; too energetic. 396 Mountains; now we’re getting somewhere. Ak’chamel; perfect!
This is a quite fun 7″ I found in a box of mixed, unknown albums, behind the counter of a local records store. And before you now, my astute and lovely readers, I will to the best of my abilities recreate the entirety of the Octis and Ocrilim’s split 7″ record.
*Repeat 34 times*
Thank you, thank you!
“Spring is here! I skip along the pavement, swinging my hat in the air, my trench coat flapping gaily in my stride. The sun is shining on my balding pate and sending sparks off my spectacles like piss hitting a pebble in the golden rays of an early morning. The snow is thawing on the sidewalk, revealing a whole winter of concealed dog turds for me to reap! I sweep my gaze over the menu laid out in the dirty snow. Which one should I pick first?”
Preterite, or preterit, is the grammatical form of a verb or tense that denotes events that took place in the past. But let’s ignore the grammar lesson and let’s pour ourselves a glass of wine and let the siren song of Geneviève take us away to places and times long past.