Useless Records : (Juice Newton - Greatest Hits)
August 26th, 2010 by Karl NoyesChrist flycatcher
August 16th, 2010 by Joe CunninghamEquestrian Physics
August 4th, 2010 by Karl NoyesThird Eye Spine
July 29th, 2010 by Jaira DoneryDown the Predestined Tunnel
July 19th, 2010 by Yarrow BenrudWillow Vortex (right-click to download) (7.9mb mp3) (3:28 Min)
Down the predestined tunnel with beastly inclinations in co-hoots with robotic growth, synthetic progress, sight is perfectly blurry, brain is magnificently ambiguous, a visceral monster, capable of incapability, incapacitated bliss, lost laughs traveling on side tunnels intersecting at certain vertices, directional false truths, ears can only hear an uproarious silence, waving goodbye to passing frequencies, the fly lands, throws up, flys on, away off, set to automatic no necessary reload, limitless jealously swimming in a pool of paranoia, searching for fine tipped knives to stare at enviously, longing for longing nothing else but the spiraling willow vortex.
- Drums: Jaira Donery
- Bass: Yarrow Benrud
- Guitar/Vocals: Joe Berg
- Location of Recording: The Space
Discrete Temperamental Amnesia
July 18th, 2010 by Karl NoyesA Mouthful of Cannonballs
July 13th, 2010 by Karl NoyesA Mouthful of Festivities
Tongue mingled in chocolate
Turned to dull lead, swallowed
On the wall, a skitter-skatter-roach
A descending hand towel in hand
tenting an intrusive neighbor, forgive me
A bagful of silver legs and a sudden open fist
Free fall, bent antennae twitching S.O.S. signals
Spinning before it hit water
Flush, Flush, Flush Away
Toilet tiger howl
Flush, Flush, Flush Away
Toilet tiger howl
The Hamm’s Post
June 25th, 2010 by Karl NoyesBill J. Chadwell’s Only Adventure
June 12th, 2010 by Karl NoyesBill took other things into consideration. He hoped the nice lady was not reprimanded for Bill’s apparent youth and inability to figure numbers. He also hoped that somehow, Bill J. Chadwell would firmly exist in THEM’s mind/matterwork. That a manhunt would be conducted, that an extraordinary amount of energy was expelled in efforts to prove whether or not Bill J. Chadwell existed. Hell, Bill was halfway to trying to figure that out himself before the screen door closed and the lady with a pen and paper descended the three steps up to the porch.











