isolation

isolation

OED: SECOND EDITION 1989

(a{shti}s{schwa}{shtu}{sm}le{shti}{sh}{schwa}n, {shti}s-) [a. F. isolation (1791 in Hatz.-Darm.), n. of action from isoler to ISOLATE.]

1. a. The action of isolating; the fact or condition of being isolated or standing alone; separation from other things or persons; solitariness.

b. The obtaining of a chemical element or compound as a separate substance.

c. spec. The complete separation of patients suffering from a contagious or infectious disease, or of a place so infected, from contact with other persons. Also attrib. in isolation hospital, camp, etc., that by which isolation is effected.

2. a. Psychol. and Sociol. The separation of a person or thing from its normal environment or context, either for purposes of experiment and study or as a result of its being, for some reason, set apart. Also attrib. or as adj.

b. Psychoanal. A defence mechanism whereby a particular wish or thought loses emotional significance by being isolated from its normal context.

3. Biol. The limitation or prevention of interbreeding between groups of plants or animals by geographical, ecological, seasonal, or other factors, leading to the development of new species or varieties.

i saw our kevin ruddy molested by a giant furry pigeon

clambered down a big green hillock when head looking through legs to see bespectacled man was ravished by an incredible jumbous petrophassa to rescue him from would be not a way and found no giant chips or grains did not want to rescue funny at least not he is still there though and his mum made him comforted probably

gedanken’s ‘the egg nightmares’ released, four years later

the egg nightmares

 

Fresh out of the neither swampy nor verdant nor marshlands of Australia, two-thousand-and-four’s Gedanken has blended the incredibly awesome yet harsh digital domain with that of the furry, voluptuous analogue.

Gedanken’s “The Egg Nightmares” cuts right to the core of modern values like an angry forum administrator through a thread full of trolls and angry teenagers trying to sound like Salman Rushdie. Upon listening to this collection of musics, you will realise that ‘The Egg Nightmares’ is like hovering in a roflcopter above fyad whilst flopping a pair of fake boobs out of the window.

It embraces what every person holds near and dear to their hearts and envelops them in the green pungent goo of the world-wide-webbu

Listen as the sounds fold in on themselves like a virginal sheaf of A4 besieged by a paper-aeroplane obsessed young child!

Hark as the tree of aural bliss sheds it leaves upon you!

Lend your ears to Gedanken as it flops slabs of meaty kick drum in your unsuspecting face!

Like a bottle of car polish trying to sing a Gregorian chant or a group of surly abandoned chocolate wrappers performing a symphony, all we can say when we hear ‘The Egg Nightmares’ is omfg…

list of tracks:

#01 Girl (original version)
#02 Day to Dusk
#03 The Egg Nightmares
#04 Answering Makhine (soundboard)
#05 Double Sunday
#06 Knife Fight in Spanish Quarter
#07 The Playground (hot dirty fsck edit)
#08 Little Edward’s Toy
#09 Leslie’s Migraine No. 4 (soundboard)
#10 Severe Memory (Gedanken 304)
#11 Happy in June

equipments used:

many sleepless nights in front of a daw, twining’s irish breakfast tea, countless cigarettes, bored friends and bye-bye girls, numerous sets of broken headphone, candy-covered chocolate dropped into bowl, some pillow, paranoid’s inspiration, internet internet internet

put The Egg Nightmares in your earholes free on last.fm!

 

clicku - quiet room

quiet room

an excerpt from the clicku instrumental sessions:

function creep

conelrad - function creep

An internet acquaintance of old posted his album on the internet the other day. It’s fantastic stuff - I love how well the album’s theme is weaved through each track. Anyway, have a listen if you like - and why not send him an email if you enjoy it?

conelrad - function creep

branches

branches

england and englishness overseas

australia

australianess overseas

alleyways

maud’s sister revealed a dark secret in the strawberry patch

treehouses

techno

a guitar

money

living in the city

bullied for having velcro on your shoes

birthday party

the sixties

my friend felix turned me onto a crazy two-man band called the sixties that died in a horrific incident in the late nineties during a recording session in south america. the music that has been found from their studio sessions is pretty interesting - I might be able to pull some off tape and send it to anyone who is interested

four-eyed monsters

I found a beautiful movie. It is called Four Eyed Monsters. By joining spout.com, viewers can help them pay back the huge production debt they racked up. The soundtrack is fantastic. Watch it and sign up!

four-eyed monsters

outside the remit or powers of the prime minister and government

 

the westwall aka siegfried line (thanks to wikipedia for image)

“We the undersigned petition the Prime Minister to sing “We’re Going To Hang Out The Washing On The Siegfried Line” through a megaphone while standing in a barrel of custard outside the Houses of Parliament. Submitted by Tez Burke of Gun-totin’ Badgers for Jesus”

“You want a left-wing government? How about a Marxist one? That’s Groucho-Marxist, folks. Anyway, singing “We’re Going To Hang Out The Washing On The Siegfried Line” through a megaphone while standing in a barrel of custard outside the Houses of Parliament is a considerably more rational thing to do than, for example, the introduction by stealth and lies of the most intrusive surveillance system in the “free” world, or the illegal invasion of another sovereign state”

This is a pretty amusing petition. Newsnight were asking viewers whether they would actually add their signatures to such a petition since they started their own that opposes the government’s proposed new travel legislation (which includes 1984-style vehicle tracking and a ‘travel tax.’)

the psychopathology of the synthporn fantasist

 

'sonosaur'

drben cuts sick on music thing:

“its an interesting bit of emotional economy, isn’t it?

by the time you’ve paid for the import duty, the royal mail skanky extra charge on top of the import duty, and the postage, it’s a hundred quid, by which time you would have a perfectly servicable jen sx1000 from the sos small ads///

BUT:

that would look like other peoples’ lame jen sx1000s, whereas you can put this in a cigar box and pretend you are a creative electronic genius loser instead of an avaricious synth buying loser, and clearly represents the better deal.

(from my forthcoming monograph “the psychopathology of the synthporn fantasist”).”

fantastic

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