To avoid any confusion, just thought I’d let y’all know that we’ve changed our name to Blood Sport. Machete Season was pretty tasteless and not in a good way, so we’ve had to change it. Sorry if we made anyone cry.
If any one would like to give us a gig or let us play at their house party or in their boudouir it’d be much appreciated.
Can you reblog this if you’ve reblogged us before?
“In the ensuing months Aveling became a gifted, intelligent, industrious and conscientious servant to the socialist cause; unfortunately, he was also a shit.”—Tristram Hunt on Edward Bibbins Aveling in The Frock-Coated Communist: The Revolutionary Life of Friedrich Engels
“The current popular unrest in the Arab world has a lot of lessons for Washington. Undoubtedly one of the most jarring is this: The leak of a simple series of cables from a U.S. ambassador in an obscure country — officially condemned by Washington — may have done more to inspire democracy in the Arab world than did a bloody, decadelong, trillion-dollar war effort orchestrated by the United States.”—Michael Hirsh for the National Journal: The WikiLeaks Revolt (via kateoplis)
“Fabbriciani’s ‘hyperbass flute’… sounds like he’s blowing on the pipework of the Centre Pompidou…”—Another great simile in Wire, this time courtesy of Brain Morton reviewing Esther Lamneck & Roberto Fabbriciani’s Winds Of The Heart.
“We’re thrilled to tap into the limitless creativity will.i.am brings to the table. He’s not only a brilliant artist and producer, but also an innovator pushing the bounds of technology professionally and personally. We share a strong interest in innovation around music, art and lifestyle, and are excited to join forces to establish an authentic, emotional connection with consumers.”—
Intel’s vice-president Deborah Conrad, on announcing that will.i.am is the company’s new director of creative innovation.
Lignin, the stuff that prevents all trees from adopting the weeping habit, is a polymer made up of units that are closely related to vanillin. When made into paper and stored for years, it breaks down and smells good. Which is how divine providence has arranged for secondhand bookstores to smell like good quality vanilla absolute, subliminally stoking a hunger for knowledge in all of us.
“The final track ‘Leo’ even tops the Interstellar Space Version, with the ensemble attaining a new level of enlightenment through self-immolation.”—Actually, here’s another. Alex Neilson is the reviewer, by the way. He deserves the credit.
“…opening track ‘Naïma’ captures Alice Coltrane in ferocious form during a solo that sounds like a bear trying to extract honey from somewhere beneath the ivories.”—Another great quote from Wire magazine, this time reviewing the new bootleg Coltrane CD release, At Temple University 1966 (Free Factory).