news bites:

• Roy Orbitron unknown-length is all set to start recording with Dan Jefferson on drums (i'd link to his bandcamp but he drunkenly deleted it) and myself on other things. big project, lots of inspiration, way less slow than it's been and now with some good men behind me. if you want to add some tracks fucking call me. or e-mail me. or whatever.

• Alien Father's "World of Treble" EP has been sent for mastering and pressing after more than a year of being unfinished and unreleased. it was recorded live in studio in new york with Joe Plourde engineering the sessions. mixed by me, mastering by a guy named Adam. next time i say i'll work on something i won't get a sociopathic lying whore pregnant... sorry about the wait. it'll be pressed on 7" vinyl so go un-dust your needles.

• i got to see Alec (ShitSleeper, Every Bunny Welcome, Canaries, Pidgeons, etc.) this past weekend; he was home on the east coast back from living in LA for the past 9 months or so. he played some songs and, as usual, they're fucking sweet. hoping to hear a recording soon...

• Berks County Aesthetes rules, get on that.

• this is my favorite song of 2011.

• both Snoozer and Rasputin's Secret Police have full-lengths coming out and i'll be listening to both simultaneously while busting all the nuts. Brandon from RSP's old girlfriend got spiteful (as bitches do) and decided to take down RSP and Brandon Can't Dance bandcamp pages i made for them following the break-up. RSP's is still down but BCD's is being restored and features the new Volume 7.

• my son is a Phillies fan.

and four makes puritan milk

never finish anything. here's some more shots in the dark:

ShitSleeper featured in....

Time-Lapse of Prague

by Spenser Gabin

Hope everyone is well this holiday season. Keep your Chrimbus bushes trimmed and wet.  If you find yourself in LA and have any relation to Tamur Records, you know who to call.

Alec

cigarettes and dogs

photo by Heather Mathews

some sounds from the bottom left corner. [click]

Noah, born Oct. 27th 2011

my son:

for dads & for Noah:

love,

Conor

Hot and Stinky

Fresh off the press.

Hard-copies for sale.

$10.

email: tbandthess@gmail.com for more info

or

come to a show.

hear selected tracks:
http://tomblacklungandthesmokestacks.bandcamp.com


and extra congratulations to Conor Meara.
Noah Samuel is on the fast track to becoming the best dude [period]

the truth about that baby

link

[a start]

Eponymous Debut by David Hallinger

dave (e-hem... david) from alien father just compiled a ton of fantastic freak-outs. eat it up.

Stills from LA Diplomat Rabbit

I remember the good ol' days. and even yesterday was one of them and, my, has it been a long and strange road. It never really started and it never really ends. Comfortable being More Lost than ever, and always looking for more, always getting rid of as much as possible.

I miss the basements and i miss being underground.

Love and miss you all

Alec

roy orbitron

me (conor) + dave (alien father) + curtis (alien father)

songs above are demos

facebook page

bandcamp

RSP @ Foundry (tamur showcase/9.17.11)

photo cred Mariel Calentano

& going back in time a bit...

this has been one of my favorite albums for a while now. finally on the internet, take full advantage and play loudly.

chris lyons - dead dog drowning

from 1/2 of alabama blacksmoke, here's a new solo record:

Dear addict, New York is not just a giant horse turd

Here's an example:

Peopling is noise. Lo-fi and dirty, this one man band alters the efficacy of your glands.

This isn’t some bullshit infused improvised drone jam band.

Hypnotic: yes. Calculated: probably, more or less. Worth listening to: definitely.

Enjoy

dear addicts of drugs not yet synthesized (2)

rasputin's secret police are working on a new one they're recording themselves, snoozer just recorded 11 songs in a day or two at dan & james' "the sex dungeon" in philly and this is my new favorite band from boston... a drum/guitar duo that just went on two month-long tours back to back (the first with ugh god, second with kitchen's floor). their album, "fucking despair" (available on 12"!) was recorded at the sex dungeon too... (and speaking of ugh, if you haven't listened to "a pony on top of a mountain" yet get on it. don't start with track 5 but keep it in mind...)

saw the three up there last night in a diner/bar in south philly (teri's... at least there's foot traffic?) & all but one of the ugh dudes were there. it was good as fuck, wish ya were there. this stuff's just the jizz of life... or anyway... well... at least makes it normaler. bearable-er. makes you want to play loud music again.

philly's been growing on me a little more every year since that one show at the steakhaus when i was what... 17? new york can and will always be welcome to suck my balls and the decent people in new jersey are either too north, too east, or just unable to find shit worth starting. there's an itch but it's all lacking a good heavy scratch. i guess we go to philly for that.

or new brunswick, but the crowd there... the "ask a punk" basement show crowd... well they're more about hype over an all-chick band that took way too long to set up and didn't even understand the concept of tuning than realizing that they suck. it's just hard to enjoy when every time you're standing in the back yard the dude next to you in the studded jean jacket with the colt 45 is flirting with the other dude with the puffy sideburns with the OE and they're bonding over how much of a "theoretical physics dude" the one is and the phrase "no homo" is thrown around with the utmost sincerity.

or, you know, the tone-deaf plump girl from rutgers who wandered around back, ripped her shirt a little bit getting caught on something as she stumbled up, and is obviously trying to get fucked. that's the extent of the foot traffic.

that's not saying i don't have faith in jersey but jesus if it isn't hard to find good honest to dirt music here. brick mower still kicks ass. they're worth the the trip.

the tamur show in piscataway couldn't have gone any better except for some technical difficulties from Trololo. it was at a metal-working foundry with parking lots on two sides and a field of solar panels across the street. 8 bands played and they all played really well. good crowd, good people, good music. here's hoping that spot isn't a one-off.

here's a show oct 5th in south philly. here's a show oct 14th somewhere else in PA. + alien father, huge pupils, snoozer and RSP are playing at the el bar on the 15th. meet me out there... one of three? i'll buy you a beer.

i keep putting up shit here. it gets better, it gets worse, working them all out still and playing guitar and singing every day. it helps.

be well. send music.

love,

Conor

SAT. SEPT. 17 2011/PISCATAWAY, NJ

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say yes.

philly cops.

don't you hate when you go to a show, everything's just going fucking fantastically and Snoozer's loud as fuck and kicking your ass -- this time with a bassist -- and then FINALLY fucking Rasputin's Secret Police, THE FUCKING 'SPUTIN, start up with fucking Asparagus, raping your ear pussies, BUT THEN a little fucking cop starts screaming from the back of the basement "FUCK THIS AND FUCK THAT AND FUCK YOU YOU FUCKING PIECES OF SHIT FUCKERS FUCKING FUCK FUCK" telling you "I'M GETTIN' FUCKIN' HOT DOWN HERE AND Y'ALL WON'T LIKE ME WHEN I'M FUCKIN' STEAMED, LAST MOTHERFUCKER UP THE FUCKIN' STAIRS GETTIN' LOCKED THE FUCK UP SO MOVE" and so you're slowly filing upstairs, totally not intimidated by the little piggy but terribly bummed out... the bands are coming upstairs too but they're annoyed that they'll have to kill time around the corner waiting for the 20 fucking cops filling the house to clear out so they can lug their used and unused hundreds of pounds of equipment up the fucking stairs and into a car and back home.

then you wind up at a bar with some magic the gathering pro champions from out of town, the room half as crowded as the rock and roll show but feels 10x as crowded and you get raped by 10 guys with beards and plaid and there's some shitty guy with a shitty digital turntable playing shitty music and all the white kids are trying to dance without feeling a fucking thing except their sweaty balls and the potential of some girl with high waisted mom-jeans and a bicycle outside, chick pea breath and all.

that shit sucks.

the show on the 17th at Rutgers U's Sculpture facility (new bruns, NJ) --- see post below --- is moving along nicely and as soon as all the bands are on board i'm sure Sydney will come up with some sick flyer that you can print out and give to other people to throw away for you because they won't even know what they're missing.

facebook event too. because we know how much y'all love facebook.