Please Enjoy the Evil Sound
(Print for Show Pony March 9th @ Golden Age Tattoo, Austin TX.)
I made you some Valentines.
Count Down.
10 posts to go before a severe reappraisal of whether or not I should continue with this endeavor. Originally devised to alleviate drunken boredom whilst in pine strewn purgatory, it’s slipped to a non-priority (if you couldn’t tell already). I’ve been very busy of late and I have a scant few hundred followers that shouldn’t be too upset from the loss. Sometimes, it’s best to move on. I hope you’ve enjoyed whatever the fuck thing I’ve done here because I’ve greatly appreciated your company. And so we begin: TEN.
While it seems like a “thing” now, it’s hard to explain the fascination with retro synth futurism or fake 80’s VHS B-movie soundtracks or whatever the fuck it’s called if you haven’t grown up as a latch-key kid with access to cable in the late 80’s/early 90’s or don’t know what “adjust tracking” means.
I guess these days it’s considered “Drive Music”. Maybe I’m just being curmudgeonly tonight, but never mind me because this is pretty tight.
Both for me, please.
Someone got some banjo in my power violence. Music videos need more exploding heads these days.
Rules.
