Prolly’s constant barrage of mega-dated internet time wasters has inspired me to be equally retarded.

I thought this was really funny… three years ago.

Just a friendly reminder from Mishka and the internet that it’s 2008. Next time, check yourself internerd.

That’s right. George Carlin passed away last night at the age of 71.

Shit, Piss, Fuck, Cunt, Cocksucker, Motherfucker & Tits. R.I.P.

Oh, and best mugshot ever.

Respect to my homie Polio Legs for sending me this Youtubular skate clip. Even if you don’t skate you can appreciate this. So sit back, get faded (or not) and enjoy!

I am a Martian…

So Tha Carter III “officially” released today (even though I doubt any of you that cared hadn’t already heard it) but rather than going into an in-depth review, I’d rather invite our readers to share their thoughts in the comments. Personally, I think it’s good and pretty much what I expected to hear from Wayne. Despite his limitless catalog of material and overall ridiculous level of hype, he’s yet to release what I consider a timeless & classic album. However, his lyrical creativity and effortless ability is paralleled by very few. Whether it’s a lack of overall focus or perhaps the desire to appease mainstream audiences with a generous dose of easily digestible club tracks, there is something about every Carter album that has plagued them from being on par with an album like Reasonable Doubt or Ready to Die.

I promised not to go into an in-depth review, but after spending the last few days discussing this album to mixed reviews amongst friends, I thought I’d see what some of our readers had to say. Besides, I couldn’t let this killer showcase of my photoshop skills go to waste.

As much as I like Lamar Odom’s game (more so than any other player playing in the Finals) nothing would make me happier than to watch the Lakers get killed by the Celtics and wipe the smug sense of entitlement off their faces. Much like they did last night!

I still don’t fully understand what Kobe thinks winning with Gasol & Odom proves about how great he is? We know you’re one of the best players of your generation, but lets say you do win another title (god forbid) and you do it without Shaq… It still took two stars, Pau Gasol & Lamar Odom, in addition to a slew of solid bench players for you to even get there. It’s not like you did it all by yourself with a team full of role players.

Whateves… Go Celts!

I had to consider how tasteless it would be to post about this, but in the end I realized how close this hits home and that I don’t really have much compassion for low life derelicts. Long story short, this couple gave birth to their psychopathic daughter that was pronounced dead within minutes of birth. Fucked up, sure, but here’s where I stopped caring…

A) The girl didn’t realize she was pregnant until 6 or 7 months into the pregnancy. How many bong hits did she pull while slamming back Faygo & vodka cocktails during that time? Shangri-La only knows…

B) What future did these two have to offer their newly born “dark lotus blossum” considering they adorned her casket in Hatchetmen, dressed her in a Juggalo baby shirt AND tastefully attended her funeral wearing a hoody, t-shirt and I think those might be JNCOs.

C) If you still think I’m an inconsiderate asshole, listen to this radio interview and maybe the unapologetically selfish rants of “Chicago’s #1 Juggalette” will convince you otherwise. If I ever lose a child, you can bet your ass that I’m gonna bitch about those blacklight posters I never received. BITCH, ARE YOU SERIOUS!!??!

For the full scoop, feel free to read on here.
http://board.crewcial.org/thread/270839/&r=385.

And if anyone is wondering why exactly this “hits close to home,” it’s because the girl mentions Springfield, Illinois in the radio interview and I realized that these were the same kids that wandered into class reeking of cigarette and pot smoke in high school AND are still found working the same dead end jobs anytime I go back home to visit.

Brace yourselves, there is finally a documentary about the one and only! The immortal god of metal! The overlord of gnar! The motherfucker that everyone wishes they could be!

This morning Greg & I set off on our Biannual trip to Asia to deal with production, distribution and all sorts of other upcoming projects with our friends in the East. We leave with our baby in the hands of all of our employees to look after for 2 weeks while we finalize details for Spring 2009. And what exactly does 2009 hold? Well I’ll be frank… those of you waiting for a Banana Streetpublic version of Mishka, are going to have a long wait. I know the trend everyone is desperately steering their ship towards is being simple, basic, or to put it into more marketable terms, “grown up“. And while that’s all fine and good, we’re not simple, nor basic… never have been and probably never will be. And while I’ll concede to the fact that we’ve definitely grown up in the almost 5 years of existence, our aim was and still is to never grow old… something we hope is resonates with every Mishka fan. Simple & basic is for the Gap, Uniqlo and Banana Republic. We’ve always been about graphics, color, design and most importantly providing an alternative! And 2009 will  really be no different… well probably a whole bunch different, but you get the picture.  Just don’t oxford dress shirts, tan rain coats, plain V-necks and earth tones from us.

We’re pretty awful bloggers when it come to keeping track of our daily exploits, especially on the many trips we take each year. We’ll try our best to do a better job than we have done in the past on keeping you posted on our daily/nightly excursions and anything else of interest we may find along the way!

Off we go…

“I don’t know about it. But I’m not having hip-hop at Glastonbury. It’s wrong.”

On Noel, stop hatin’ on the streets son. Is there something else you wanna say off the record?

Read the full story HERE

This dude plays Guitar Hero.

P.S. There are too many categories. Proceeds from this picture will go to all the charities and benefits found on the bloglin.

P.S.S. Feel free to protest. :D

Is a new Jessica Hahn! I’m actually kind of surprised how minuscule Jessica Hahn’s Wikipedia entry is, oh well!

The NY Post always with the scoop! Looks like the gallery got taken down, oh well!

TEENAGER?!!!! Seriously?!

As the saying goes, “If you don’t have something nice to say, than don’t say it at all.”

*sigh* :(

Via Strictly Fitteds

(This is strictly the opinion of Mike Jones and NOT Mishka.)

I know this SNL digital short is a week old at this point but I just saw it for the first time. I usually like most of Andy Samberg’s Digital Shorts, especially the Grandkids at the Movies from the week before. But come on, we’re supposed to really believe no one at SNL has ever seen Kids in the Hall to have been like “That’s been done!”?

The whole premise and punchline are lifted straight from The Pear Dream, which is a pretty beloved KITH sketch.

I eagerly await SNLs remake of the Salty Ham sketch next.

Look at that photo of Dave Foley on the dresser! “Your rock star son with fag hair” Hahaha!

Interpol’s Turn On the Bright Lights basically en capsulizes everything this list is about, a delectably crafted hunk of cheese you can’t help but sneak nibbles of.Let me take you back to around the turn of the century… you know 2000 or so. Interpol were the talk of the town, the darlings of the scene. What wasn’t to love? They lived on the L.E.S., They looked like they should have been in the Bad Seeds, Carlos D spun obscuro post-punk at Barmacy and they “sounded like Joy Division.”* It was a killer combo!

The only hitch is that they sucked balls live! They were boring and had zero stage presence and I totally hated them! I had zero clue why all the music rags were on their nuts and worse was that they were opening for almost every good indie band to come through NYC. I remember being really drunk one night and heckling them relentlessly as they opened for the Faint at Brownies.

Flash forward to 2002 and Interpol gets signed to Matador Records (whom I love), who in turn puts out their debut album at like $6. I said what the fuck and bought it, just so I could have more fuel to fire my hatred. But much to my dismay I found the album kind of engaging and couldn’t stop listening to it. Everything that made them mind numbingly boring live was actually washed away by some really good production which emphasized some pretty strong hooks. And all in all creating a really good carbon copy of late 70s post-punk.

Unfortunately the thing I found most engaging isn’t exactly something that would make any proud! Paul Bank’s lyrics were soooooooo bad that they came full circle into amazing! I couldn’t get enough of them! I would listen to them and go “Did he really just sing that?” My favorite from Obstacle 2:
I feel like love is in the kitchen with a culinary eye
I think he’s making something special
And I’m smart enough to try
It was like someone lifted the diary of some maladjusted horny 16 year old miscreant and set them to music. The fact that these laughable lines were set to such catchy hooks made them all the more better! I found myself with that “culinary eye” and was happily eating it all up!

I eagerly await each new Interpol release to hear more of Paul Bank’s lyrics (i’m quite serious). Thankfully Antics really delivered with more bad lyrics set to syrupy hooks, however Our Love to Admire just wasn’t up to par. The music was flat & boring and because of that, the lyrics could have been amazing and I wouldn’t have cared.

*I never got the whole “they sound like Joy Division” thing. I get that Paul Banks sings in a baritone v like Ian Curtis, so what? Lots of people do that. Singing with a deep voice isn’t what made Joy Division, Joy Division. Yes there was an overall post-punk sound to Interpol just like Joy Division, but again that isn’t what made Joy Division, Joy Division. Thousands of bands worked in that sound. If anything I always thought they sounded like Echo & the Bunnymen or the Psychedelic Furs mixed with some early R.E.M. But what do I know? I like awful albums.

So if you found the above 1 minute clip unbelievably boring, imagine having to sit through another 95 minutes of the same exact thing. That one minute is basically AJ Schnack’s About A Son, a documentary about Kurt Cobain as a whole. Me being knee deep into my own personal 90s revival, I was pretty excited when I first read about this film. The premise was to create a documentary based around the never before heard audio of interviews conducted by journalist Michael Azzerad with Kurt Cobain while preparing his 1993 book, Come As You Are: The Story of Nirvana; which may as well have been on the required reading list for any high school aged outcast in the early 90s since it was the only book I ever saw some of my friends read in high school.

Unfortunately this film doesn’t come close to making any of this remotely engaging or interesting. How hard is it to make a Kurt Cobain documentary interesting? The same recycled information every VH1 Behind the Music style documentary about him can keep me tuned in for over an hour, so you’d think one with never before heard audio from the man himself would be a home run! Well, that’s just not the case. I wanted to gouge my eyes out after 15 minutes of this film. First off I’m surprised no one could be bothered in investing the time and money in cleaning up the audio so that the tape hiss didn’t just recede the whole thing into the background like static noise. But that is the least of this documentary’s problems. I thought the audio was going to be coupled with some relevant archival footage, photos, anything and it isn’t. The whole movie is set to moody backdrops of urban and industrial landscapes of Seattle and Washington state in general. I can only assume this was the director’s way of creating a feeling of malaise and dread to go with Kurt’s words and eventual outcome of his life. All this did was bore me to death because it in no way worked with the audio in presenting any sort of storyline or mood that kept you interested.

I have no clue if this is some new style of documentary making, if so someone please inform me of it’s name! About A Son, however is the second documentary in the last year I’ve seen done in this similar style. Robinson Devor’s Zoo (clip above) suffers from all the painful flaws as About A Son. Zoo is to put it bluntly, about bestiality. It focuses on a group of men who meet monthly at a farm and engage in giant barnyard orgies. During one of these orgies one of the men dies as a result of injuries he gets from having sex with a horse. I understand this isn’t going to be something everyone wants to see a documentary about, but you’d think at the very least there’s no way something this outrageous wouldn’t male for an interesting documentary. But again this film defies all the odds like About A Son and making what you’d think a very disturbing and difficult topic utterly boring. Zoo like About A Son uses audio interviews over, moody images of farms, animals and objects, but adds another equally boring element of sometimes having the audio over artsy mundane re-enactment scenes to imply a sense of sadness and dread. They don’t do any such thing, all they do is grind your interest in what you’re watching to a halt.

If you’re hankering to rent a Kurt Cobain documentary I implore you to skip About A Son and get Nick Broomfield’s 1998 documentary, Kurt & Courtney.

Now while Kurt & Courtney has an infinite amount of partial paranoia, conspiracy theory and sensationalism to be taken seriously, it is really interesting and a fun watch. Best of all is it’s focus on Kurt’s best friend, Dylan Carlson.

Some hardcore Nirvana fans may recognize him as the guy whom In Bloom is about. You know HE IS “the one who likes all our pretty songs, and he likes to sing along, and he likes to shoot his gun, but he don’t know what it means”. Others may recognize Dylan as the man behind the band Earth. I’d never seen Dylan on camera before and from the footage here he very much portrayed as the character Kurt Cobain presented on In Bloom. That makes it so hard to look at him as this prototypical cult figure who helped create what is today the modern sludgy doom metal scene.

This is similar to my post regarding the Melvin’s Houdini a little while back. I was actually kind of shocked to find out that Earth had taken on this cult like status in the past few years. I remember back in like ‘95-96, when I was full into my drone & noise phase (Earth, Hovercraft, Flying Saucer Attack, Third Eye Foundation, Labradford, etc, etc) that Earth was the one band most of my friends into the same music just couldn’t stand. To them the reason in owning any Earth records wasn’t the music, but the novelty to say owning a William Shattner album. You owned it simply because you could say “Oh check this crap out. This is Kurt Cobain’s best friend’s band… man this shit sucks!” It was too slow, repetitive and didn’t build to anything which as a result made it boring instead of unnerving and intersting. I owned 3 or so Earth albums, they weren’t my favorites at the time by far. In fact, they were usually left them off the CD player until a deep, deep catatonic bake was in session and ANYTHING probably would have sounded interesting. To me they were the fringe of my noise & drone fascination of a decade ago. And today the fringe of one movement makes the archetype of another. It’s funny what a few years can do to your perception. Now that I’m full out of my noise and drone music phase, I can appreciate Earth on a totally different level than ever before. I guess like Dylan Carlson, I too needed some time off from Earth to revalue what I was hearing.

Now what does this have to do with anything besides me stringing a movie I hated into Band I was sort of into way back when? Well Earth after a nine year hiatus from albums (1996-2005) returned to look at what they had sewn with devotees like Boris and Sun O))) and began releasing new albums. Their newest The Bee’s Made Honey In the Lion’s Skull is out now on Southern Lord. So hopefully that long ass post post clears up the glut of no posts for the last 2 days! I’m surprised I could string all that into one post. Who by the way have a new album out on Southern Lord called The Bee’s Made Honey In the Lion’s Skull. And much like this post, It’s pretty epic!

Continuing my series of albums so awful that they’re awesome I bring you the third in the series. Live’s Throwing Copper. Unlike STP & Bush who earned honers as the #1 and 2 in my series, Live never drew my ire or elicited any sort of violent reaction from me in the 90s. They kind just “were” and my attention always passed over their existence whenever their songs were played. In actually sitting down and really listening to throwing copper I was actually kinda shocked that there were 5 fucking bona fide hit singles on this one album (I’m noticing that’s a trend on this list)! I always thought most of these songs were scattered across various other albums Live may have put out and I ignored.

So what makes this album so awfully awesome? Well Live seems to have this magical way of writing lyrics that are so beyond cheesy they’re actually heartfelt. Like Freshman Seminar poetry you want to laugh at but don’t because the kid writing/reading it is a really nice guy. Dude managed to find away to slip placenta into song lyrics! PLACENTA! It’s like that movie that goes so out of it’s way to play on your heartstrings and make you cry, and you know it, find it silly, cheesy, but you cry anyway!*

Secondly, Live sound like that AWESOME (read sarcasm… well only partially so) band from your High School**. I’d like to imagine that had their been a Degrassi on during the 90s the band that would have formed in that show would have sounded just like Live. Like they would have gotten together after school to jam out on their fave R.E.M. tracks and just riff it from there. They probably would have had the editor of the school newspaper as the frontman, that jock type dude who wasn’t a total douche on bass, etc, etc. I don’t know about you, but that sounds pretty fucking killer to me brah!

Thirdly Ed Ed Kowalczyk badass rat tail braid!!!! KILLER!

And finally What the fuck was up with the video for I Alone!?? Where the fuck were the drums that day!? Why is he just swaying along behind Ed Kowalczyk? It’s fucking creepy!!! Wait… did VH1’s Pop-Up Videos cover this already?

*Don’t cry you pussies!
**Live actually WERE that band from High School, no joke!

Her winning an Oscar means we’ll have to endure months, if not years of stories about how wild she is. OMG! She used to be a stripper! OMG! She has like one tattoo on her arm, what a wild child! But worse is having to hear more of her Str8 Outta Freshman Year of Liberal Arts School social commentary and views of the world. In a phrase I’m sure she could appreciate… Gag me!`

Juno was entertaining… but best screenplay!? The thing employed every single hackneyed trick indie films do ever since Rushmore to be “quirky”, “hip” & “charming”. Plus the dialog was cringe inducing! The collective uncomfort in the audience every time Diablo Cody tried to establish just how cool Jason Bateman’s or Ellen Page’s character was funnier than anything she wrote.

She reminds me of something that I thought died out with the 90s. The failed attempt at channeling your own personal Kathleen Hanna. But I guess it never died, I just got out of school. Oh wells, gag me & watch this below!

Here is a little piece of archived goodness for people who love classic Hollywood horror as much as I do. It’s a step-by-step/behind the scenes of classic horror make-up on legends such as Boris Karloff. There is something about the quality of classic horror make-up that makes it so iconic and aesthetically pleasing. Seeing stuff like this is such a breath of fresh air since I find all the CG and special effects of most modern horror pretty cheap.

More Here!

Pardon me for the lack of posts and let me start by addressing my fellow posters:

Black CoBortnik: Crystal Castles will be playing at Studio B (check the new website!), March 25th not under my wing.

Prolly: Congrats on being a bike fag. Good looks all around. I can’t wait for fixed gear bikes on X Games… Or am I too late to stop that?

Mike Jones: Skream forever!

And now onto serious biz…

I have been meaning to make a “What’s Dope in Italy Right Now” but that will have to wait until I have more time for procrastination.

Have you ever dreamed of being Keith Flint? have you ever dreamed of being Maxim Reality? add Liam Howlett and you get The Prodigy! One of the most powerful, abrasive and dark electronic acts ever! They still posses alot of energy and the past has been kind to them. Unfortunately their most recent album, Always Outnumbered, Never Outgunned, went a bit under the radar… yet it spawned some great singles such as Girls and Spitfire. More recently, the trio released an anthology called Their Law with some amazing remixes. One of the best is the new Pendulum version of Voodoo People.

I think you should take a minute out of your day and watch these following videos. Don’t stop though, watch them all. You’ll see…