Wednesday, August 5, 2015

The Icarus Line - All Things Under Heaven

All Things Under Heaven
Buddyhead Records

     The Icarus Line, LA's infamous psychedelic, goth(ish), post-core, post-California, post-whatever noisemongers, have released another "dirty bomb" on the ears and minds of America. The double-LP All Things Under Heaven eclipses last year's Slave Vows in scope and ambition, and that record was no slouch. What that really means is The Icarus Line have stepped it up and you should be paying attention.

     All Things Under Heaven out psychs Best Coast, out shoegazes Deafheaven, and out goths Prayers. That said, The Icarus Line doesn't really sound like any of these three bands. Instead, I've always considered the band to be a SoCal, less-metal version of Ink & Dagger. This band is so trill that writer Warren Ellis and painter Joe Coleman guest on the new record. If there were any justice in this world, The Icarus Line would be headlining the Austin Psych Fest instead of the fucking Flaming Lips.

Verdict: Mandatory Listening


Wednesday, May 27, 2015

Quitting Smoking (II)

This is like walking a tightrope. As long as everything's cool, then everything's cool. As soon as that urge to smoke starts wobbling from side to side, this whole shit is about to go south, fast. I'm just trying to make it through the first 72 hours. This will get easier as each day goes by. In the meantime, when I get the urge to smoke, I'll just post another record. Got any requests? Hit me up on Facebook.

We Butter The Bread With Butter - Weider Geil! - AFM Records



Quitting Smoking (I)

It's been 48 hours without a cigarette. I've been here before. I can't tell if it's better or worse this time. It's certainly unpleasant. I don't know. Maybe it's not that bad. I'm not bouncing off of the walls this time.

I'm banking on the fact that I've been here before. It's rare that I've ever gone the full 12 months of any calendar year smoking the entire time. I've been here before. I can do this.

I don't want this affecting my health. I've got that stage instinct that, "Hey, it's time to stop." I want to run two miles in 12 minutes again (which is totally possible, by the way). I've dodged catastrophe. It's time to leave the table while I'm ahead, which is hard to do because temptation lies around every corner.

I had quit smoking when I moved to Austin. I was six months tobacco free when I got here. What made me start again? Working at the AT&T Call Center. Hell, that job's enough to make people smoke crack, much less cigarettes.

I had the monkey off of my back and then I started again, That begs the question: when are you really "over it?"

It's been 48 hours, heading to 72. I've still got a lot of life left to live; still got tons of goals that I want to achieve. It's time to take my health seriously. I'm getting off lucky. This shit killed my Dad's parents. I'm not going to let it get me.

Sorry about the ranting and raving. Here's some motivational music:

Impending Doom - The Serpent Servant