Relative Silence
‘Hold On To Yourself’ by Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds is my new jam.
‘Exhale’ by DROKKExhale from DROKK. Disgustingly good soundtrack to the world of Judge Dredd by Geoff Barrow (Portishead) and Ben Salisbury.

‘Exhale’ by DROKK
Exhale from DROKK. Disgustingly good soundtrack to the world of Judge Dredd by Geoff Barrow (Portishead) and Ben Salisbury.

‘Providence’ by AntemasqueProvidence by Antemasque (new Omar + Cedric). Apologies for the YT video-less video, but I had no choice.

‘Providence’ by Antemasque
Providence by Antemasque (new Omar + Cedric). Apologies for the YT video-less video, but I had no choice.

‘Carnivore’ by Crypts is my new jam.
Better? Sunset at 30k feet.

Better? Sunset at 30k feet.

Sunset at 30k feet. The horizon was a vivid red that this camera just couldn’t capture.

Sunset at 30k feet. The horizon was a vivid red that this camera just couldn’t capture.

‘Over’ by Portishead is my new jam.
Hermeticus Laboratories, for all your alchemical needs!

Hermeticus Laboratories, for all your alchemical needs!

‘Acid Food’ by Mogwai is my new jam.

robsheridan:

This bit from John Oliver on Net Neutrality is excellent, hilarious, and a great primer to pass on to your less Internet-savvy friends (you know, the ones on Facebook) to help them understand what this all means and why they should be outraged. Watch the whole thing and then head over to this FCC website and tell them how you feel.

$30 for this? If you go by dollars per gram, that’s like drugs-expensive.

$30 for this? If you go by dollars per gram, that’s like drugs-expensive.

‘Transparent World’ by Thee Oh Sees is my new jam.
I call this piece “Kitchen Fashion, or, Waiting for Rice to Cook.”

I call this piece “Kitchen Fashion, or, Waiting for Rice to Cook.”

‘The Geometry Of Business’ by Oxbow is my new jam.
You are beautiful like demolition. Just the thought of you draws my knuckles white. I don’t need a god. I have you and your beautiful mouth, your hands holding onto me, the nails leaving unfelt wounds, your hot breath on my neck. The taste of your saliva. The darkness is ours. The nights belong to us. Everything we do is secret. Nothing we do will ever be understood; we will be feared and kept well away from. It will be the stuff of legend, endless discussion and limitless inspiration for the brave of heart. It’s you and me in this room, on this floor. Beyond life, beyond morality. We are gleaming animals painted in moonlit sweat glow. Our eyes turn to jewels and everything we do is an example of spontaneous perfection. I have been waiting all my life to be with you. My heart slams against my ribs when I think of the slaughtered nights I spent all over the world waiting to feel your touch. The time I annihilated while I waited like a man doing a life sentence. Now you’re here and everything we touch explodes, bursts into bloom or burns to ash. History atomizes and negates itself with our every shared breath. I need you like life needs life. I want you bad like a natural disaster. You are all I see. You are the only one I want to know.
Henry Rollins