DIGIT OF THE DAY: MADRUGADA: THE DEEP END

Friends share and friends lift each other up above the drudgery and the everyday evils of the world. Man looks to his fellow man for sanity and to expand his overview of life. Well look to me my friends I got something to share with you.

A Norwegian band called Madrugada (The Blue Hour) . An Album called The Deep End.

The band walks a very wide and dirty path. Ranging from deep bluesy love songs to pure bitter rock. The band itself reminds me alot of Gun Club, Nick Cave circa Boat Mans Call and a lil REM I admit it. (I know).

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Song List:

01: The Kids Are On High Street
02: On Your Side
03: Hold On To You
04: Stories From The Streets
05: Running Out Of Time
06: The Lost Gospel
07: Elektro Vakuum
08: Subterranean Sunlight
09: Hard To Come Back
10: Ramona
11: Slow Builder
12: Sail Away

Culled from Wiki:
Madrugada was a Norwegian rock band formed in the town of Stokmarknes 1995. The band members included Frode Jacobsen (bass), Sivert Høyem (vocals) and Robert Burås (guitar). After the death of Burås on July 12, 2007 Høyem and Jacobsen decided to finish recording their latest album. The album, entitled Madrugada, was released on January 21, 2008.
After the release of the album the band announced they would split
after one last tour. They performed their last ever concert on November 15 2008 at Oslo Spektrum in Oslo, Norway.

DIGit of the Day: DROPKICK MURPHY’S MEANEST OF TIMES

Before I heap the praise and the 'wow this shit is fun' I need to thanks Ben of the Terrorfakts for giving me this album, otherwise I might have skipped over this beast. SO you see friends of my world don't share needles share loud Irish punk music instead. OK that's enough of that on too the album and heap o praise.




Where to begin, Ok lets start with the facts then run deep with the glories!
Firstly there is 15 tracks on this CD with most songs hovering around the 3 minute mark. It came out in the later half of 2007 and has done a wonderful job on the charts, well wonderful for a Bostonian punk band with tin whistles and bagpipes.

Out of the 15 tracks assembles I would say 5 are near perfect in their driven duty, my favorites and I believe they are obvious ones:

God Willing
State of Massachusetts
Fairmount Hill
Loyal to No one
Johnny I hardly New Ya


The finest gem has to be Flannigans Ball.
This is such a brutal track that plays like a cross between a jig and a freight train. The lyrics remind me of what could have been written by Nick Cave on a ton a speed and Red Bull. What is most notable about this song is the guest vocal spots are done by the brilliant and undeniably talented Spider Tracy from the Pogues and a sad reminder of the late and great singer of the Dubliners Ronnie Drew.

This albums main story anchor is that of home, loss of friends and violence as a fact of life. This album makes me want to drink a barrel of Guinness and swear at the moon. Which I would say that any album that can make ya want to do that is a fucken treasure. So take my advice and please make today the day you listen to it. Here is a sweet sweet find on youtube

DIGit of the Day: THE REAL NICK CAVE!

Everyone changes, everyone. Now some do it for the best. learning, growing and becoming their truer selves some call this maturity. Fine. Now come to understand as well we are not all created equal, never happened never will this can not be argued we are not born on the same footing with the same capacity of knowledge we are in an essence unique lil snowflakes. Some are just more intricate and have a lasting impression. again fine. With these 2 absolutes in mind Nick Cave was a cold icy bitch who knew he was better then you. Fine. Nick Cave created some of the best most honest and intense music, capable of unmasking every pretender. I wlll not rattle off his discography, there is no need for example if you don't know by now just stop reading and turn on the Hills I think someone is gossiping about their frenemies.

I do have a point and I am about to arrive on top of it. Nick Cave please retire you are pulling a fucken Lucas. Just go away unplug the microphone, stop pretending you know how to play the guitar like Madonna and on the way out please do me a favor kill Warren Ellis and his pseudo-arty bullshit masturbation BLixa wannabe ass.

Where does this hate come from, well it comes from the heart and the still disquiet of seeing this sad shadow of a once great man fuck up his own songs his damn legacy live on stage just the other day. Oh it couldnt be that bad, well lovers of mediocrity and apologists listen their is no middle ground and he played like a washed up old man worried about how he is gonna pay off his kids college tuition and not his next fix. You see I remember this band not so long ago drive my inspiration to do great things to repel off of life's great sorrows now his last few albums make me want to wear skinny ties and white sneakers and complain about our President while I create subversive black and white grainy art that only I can understand. Well fuck that noise. And sadly Fuck you Nick Cave for becoming a pussy amongst pussies. Well I still have fro all time all his real work like: Your Funeral My Trail, Henry's Dream, Good Son, From Her to Eternity, Kicking against the Pricks well everything up to and not including Nocturama.

We will never see his kind again, not wih the state of decline that we are going through, and maybe we don't deserve it either. Oh well I am listening to Henry's Dream right now and sadly for every one of me 20 are listening to Dig, Lazarus, Dig!!!.

DIGit of the Day: The Cure's Pornography

So last night I am djing to a crowd of 10 people, which was fine actually a good thing. Why is that ever a good thing ...well for leaps of faiths and the freedom to say well why the fuck not. I got to play some stuff I haven't played in forever the undancable undesirable the 'sniff' unloved.
So as me and V are trading back and forth, I decide to go into my deep dark bag of angst and I pull out Strange Days off of Pornography. As I hear the first lick of dirgy goodness I remember why this album is so important. Pornography is the celebration of bleak utter super despair, it is truly an unashamed masterpiece from the first freaking song to the very end. I am listening to it right now as I write this and celebrating my dark mood and I am enjoying it so very much, the album as well as my bad mood. If you have the album and I know you must listen to it today from first song to the last, if anyone disturbs you while it is playing - stick a fork in their crotch, they will leave you alone after that...trust me.

In conclusion Is this the best Cure album...I am gonna say yes, a hard yes but it must be said as good as faith or Disintegration or Wish is this album set the tone for the Cure as we know them.


1. One Hundred Years
2. Short Term Effect, A
3. Hanging Garden, The
4. Siamese Twins
5. Figurehead, The
6. Strange Day, A
7. Cold
8. Pornography

DIGit OF THE DAY: New Model Army

Beware all false pretenders to the throne, here there be blue blooded bastards. Welcome Todays Ass Kickers: New Model Army. Led by fire driven Justin Sullivan, NMA have blazed a trail through multiple decades never conceding or laying down their founding principles. NMA are rebel upstarts one part Punk one part goth and one part neither. Musically they are solid and lyrically razor sharp. There is a quality and timelessness to their style and message with their hearts firmly pinned to their sleeves they have never given up but rushed headlong into the fray regardless of number or weapon.

Please for the sake of your persons listen without fear, just drown in the sounds of true brilliance. They are on the top of my list of bands that should have made it big time but alas proper dentistry and the unwillingness to play nice has put a paid to mass-appeal. Here are some choice tracks for your benefit. Enjoy fully:

White Coats (Live Mera Luna - Listen carefully the high pitch scream is coming from me)


Grean & Grey


Island


I love The World


Get Me Out

Shudder except to Growl

Shudder except to growl
by chance no chance
this will be a little kindness
in return for poison
On further past the nettles and punctured spleens

Extravagances of time circulating and performing desperate acts
seeks the wave and not the ledge
and what of the horizon be it any other color save your own
for a jagged piece of simple truth
a dagger a cup and the cruelties of unfortunates

On to land and not to take the bleakest sip
to higher ground and yes to look down with sympathy and despair
to spite an angel a devil must be born
on halves of have nots and whispers like rehearsed static
ask for nothing for sake of change no change

What of grace and the fleeting glimpse sometimes promised
of the far way and enviable times not so wretched and despised
It is past due and properly so
lest to whither untouched on the vein of understanding
Penance by none save the guilty

self imposed little cataract
with the fury marking ground so groundless
in regard to none but the soiled and burden
Eager clippings and desperate lunges
I wish you a better vantage point

The luxury of the damned is knowing it justly so
what of time and its sister memory
what is your motives and the true story behind
all lingers afoul and screams of fashion not fault
fickle is the base of the baseless

So through the wooded grey
meets the vertical aligned of substance and real
a morsel of dignity offered to the cruel and bloated
it is with pity and loss not hate or derision
in respect all things must be ordered to be attained

DIGit OF THE DAY: Lacrimas Profundere!

I Have been flirting with this band for years, never really sure If I liked them or loved them. Its that strange ass hybrid of Metal and Goth which tend to make all the artists sound like the same damn band most of the time. I am a lyric whore and dammit I do prefer a guitar over a synth any-day. With this band you get both, plus the added bonus of a brand new singer and guitarist! I must say they stole my respect and my love at Mera Luna giving a brilliant show and walking a great line between Goth and Rock. Sadly there isnt much with the new singer as of yet. In the mean time try some of this on see if it fits.

Should



My Velvet Little Darkness


Love Her On Knees

DIGit OF THE DAY: Dr. Horrible’s Sing-Along Blog

From the Man who brought you the best in Television (Firefly ...duh) comes this very weird blog which is part musical and part soap opera but all funny. Please check it out, you will not be disappointed!


Act 1



Act 2


Act 3

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En masse swarm the horror hard hardly thankful
The greatest leveler, bring your best and brightest
through desert through freeway through the red white and green of America
Moses si si
So much laughter sorry I don't understand
So many babies crawling through the walls
clicking cracking smoking barrio bargains
All the drugs wont cure what ails ya
now the sunsets for all time and Rome has been sacked again
So much laughter and I don't understand
But my babies got their Mtv
and all the magazines they can skim through
We do not need a country when we got hollywood
we dont need no God when we got celebrity
Sorry so sorry we did the best we could
dont blame me and dont blame Che
So much Laughter I still cant understand
everyone walks dead and speaks only noise
oh well we tried our best
now we can close our eyes and let our neighbors drive for awhile
when they burn the flag they don't mean me
when they speak of the stupid Americans they don't mean me
So much Laughter I still cant understand
over and under the walls, what walls what walls
wave after wave day after day si si
pick that bone clean
The despoiler and the spoiled
Flava flav and a shot of rape
good for you you earned it all
sorry I just don't get the joke
so sorry I got to go
this is all a lil to vulgar, but no worries
the best and brightest will hold you close
crushed under the waves of open legs and exploding swarms of over eager wombs
lights out until we understand
Onwards to the maximum end