all week i'm gonna be doing a post or two a day of shit i'm gonna be spinning at the first ever pickles dickles dance party. more info will slide down the pike, but for now enjoy the lovable antics of big baby jesus (RIP).







if you're not up on it, check out the bootomless well of interesting that is the dirty minded documentary.

ODB: Bastardmore (Ninjasonik Refix)(Flamin' Hotz, 2008)


off the tight pants ep that i snagged at the show last thursday. definitely worth picking up for yourself.

last night was fucking awesome for so many reasons that are surprisingly contradictory.

here's the rundown:

Ninjasonik
Cerebral Ballzy
Totally Michael
The Death Set
Team Robespiere

gavin (of vice/street boners fame) really nailed it pretty succinctly in a description of the SXSW shows the other week: "you want to see these bands in a basement, with the lights out, before anybody has ever heard of them."



well, it wasn't a basement, and the lights didn't even dim a smidge till half way into the first set, but these were definitely bands not many people had heard of i'm pretty sure. there was seemingly no advertisement (seriously, the only way i knew about the show was cause there was a flyer saying "tonight!" next to the cream and sugar at espresso royale), and the show was at arguably the most boringest place to see a show ever, the rathskellar.



early on, the dude in cerebral ballzy quipped, to the largely absent audience, "thanks for coming out to your cafeteria guys!" before saying something about how he had to take a shit, followed by saying he thought he might puke. their shit was loud, fast, dirty, and really fucking good. i felt bad for the guys since there was literally no one on the floor except a dude from one of the other bands, which is sorta how shit went for most of the night until about 10:45 or so when more people started showing up (things had officially started at 8:15) and it started to feel like a real damn show.

even if they had done the show at the now-defunct club 770 it would have been half-stillborn. couldn't one of the people from WUD have volunteered a garage or a basement or some shit? perhaps there would be insurance worries, which got the death sets plug pulled due to crowdsurfing (are we still calling it that?).



early on, the dude in cerebral ballzy quipped to the largely absent audience "thanks for coming out to your cafeteria guys!" before saying something about how he had to take a shit, followed by mumbling that he thought he might puke. their shit was loud, fast, dirty, and really really good. i felt bad for the guys since there was literally no one on the floor except a dude from one of the other bands, which is sorta how shit went all night, till about 11 or so when more people started showing up, and it started to seem like a real damn show.



i'm not mad at the people who put this shit together, cause in reality, the sad madison truth is that there's not really any other place that this would have been able to happen (the frequency? maybe?), and the fact that the bands got paid, we all got a free show, and no one lost their lives or their virginities, is tip-top in my book.

every group was way over the top and really awesome, excepting totally michael, but that's more because his glossy Andrew WK meets ben folds in a not-bad-yet-not-good-sorta-way schtick stood out against the other bands unwashed fuck you edge.

i picked up the cerebral ballzy disc and the ninjasonik ep, bits of both will be on their way down the digital line as soon as i get a sec.

for the two people who check this here bloggity blog, come on out to the rathskellar tonight for the free showness of good times which will be beginning round about 8pm ish.



i would have missed this if i hadn't stopped into espresso royale for a cuppa joe before class...



the record cover is tits (literally!) and hopefully i'll be able to snag a copy of the vinyl so as to play it at party events!



Vice Record Inter/Review:

"You’re nasty, but in a lovable way.

Telli Gramz [vocals, lyrics]: Yo, we love all the kids that come out to the shows. The kids mean everything to what Ninjasonik is about. We got a hardcore background, we got a hip-hop background, we love everyone that comes out to the shows. We love all the hip-hop people and all the indie kids and just everyone. We’re here to give everyone the best possible show they’ve ever seen. And every time we play, we give the most we can give, we put more and more into it.

So what’s the craziest thing that’s ever happened at a Ninjasonik show?

Yo, for the release of our EP earlier this year, there were 75 kids crowdsurfing onstage, and then a marching band of 14-year-olds came out and were marching to a song that goes “I wanna fuck, fuck, fuck!” That was probably the craziest thing."

this sounds like a bummer of a time to you? didn't think so.