Now finished with their latest trip to “The Studio” (the group’s private low-orbit space station), the eminent experts of experimental post-electroskapunkafunkatronica, Hostile Respondents, have released their latest continuation of the “Leave It, Take It” opera. Entitled “Pile of Refusal,” the album follows the ongoing story of the young Faiakan, now living among the gleaming spires [...]
After a long stint in the recording studio (during which they did, indeed, roll the marijuana up and smoke it like a cigarette), the reviled, renowned, and now revisited experimental post-skapunkafunkatronica group The Breadmakers has released their new album; “Haunted by Sourdough-Applesauce”. A partial continuation (non-canonical, they insist) of their previous work, “Leave It, Take [...]
Setting the bar ever-the-higher, the famed artists known only as The Cascadian Envoy have produced the first-ever experimental post-skapunkafunkatronica opera: “Leave It, Take It.” The chronicle of one young Faiakan’s odyssey, and subsequent misadventures, the production proper is enjoying a very popular but limited release in a parallel dimension. The soundtrack, however, is widely available [...]
The past three nights, I’ve been greeted with visions of quiet, off-the-grid places — beautiful places, built by people with their own hands, to live in seclusion. All I can think to tell myself, on seeing them, is “someday, but not yet.” For the expatriate crowd, this site has a number of images from the [...]
After putting three albums on hiatus (stating no reason beyond “because we felt like it”), Glasses + Mirror have finally released a fourth, previously unannounced title, “Always Something to See.” In this punchy and energetic collection of Experimental Post-Skapunkafunkatronica, the masters of the genre continue to innovate anew, while still hanging on to the roots [...]
Dear Alaska, I think it’s time for us to see other states/people. I know this probably isn’t what you wanted to hear, or how you wanted to hear it, but I needed to get it all off my chest.
He was so unsure, the prince. The worries tugged at his hands, and drew lines on his face. Perhaps he didn’t have reason to worry, perhaps he did; he could never tell one way or the other. It had been so long, he had given up trying to tell. One night (or was it every [...]