Music Video: Robot Death Kites – “Sleep Deprived”


AWWWW Fuck yeah, the TRL premiere for Rainbow Dream Kittenns errr ROBOT DEATH KITES’ insomniac anthem “Sleep Deprived.” A number I can relate to all too well, safe to say you probably can too.

If you like what you see/hear from this Brooklyn based band, then check out the whole EP Yuppie Nightmare here: https://robotdeathkites.bandcamp.com/album/yuppie-nightmare

My Totally Badass Mix

1) Atlas Sound-Artifical Snow-
2) Abba- Waterloo
3) Tandoori Knights- Into Her Arms
4) BBQ- Threw My Girl a Party
5) Dum Dum Girls- Blank Girl
6) The Barbaras- Heaven Hangs
7) The Beets- Broken English
8) GG Allin- I want to Kill You
9) GG- I Wanna Fuck Myself
10) Natural Child- Crack Mountain
11) Vomit Squad- Burning Beezzlebub
12) Fear- I Don’t Care About You
13) Fear- New York’s Alright…
14) Johnny Cash and June Carter- Time’s a Wastin’
15) Maine Coons- Inside You
16) Maine Coons – How Long…
17) White Wires- Girl Girly Girly
18) Wavves- Wavves
19) Wavves- Friends Were Gone
20) Antsy Pants (kimya dawson)- Tree Hugger
21) Adam Green- What Makes Him Act So Bad
22) Girlfriends- Good to Be True
23) Hunx- Too Young to Be In Love (old version)
24) Black Lips- Go Out and Get It
25) Jay Reatard- You Get No Love
26) Lost Sounds- Memphis Is Dead
27) Glassjaw- You Think You’re John Fucking Lennon
28) Atlas Sound- Atlas Shrugged
29) Ohio Players- Love Rollercoaster
30) Nation Of Ulysses- Spectra Sonic Sound
31) Dum Dum Girls- Bang Bang, I’m a Burnout
32) DDG- Jail La La
33) Funstix- Funstix Party
34) Whitest Kids You Know- Hitler Rap
35) GG Allin- Expose Yourself to Kids
36) Ramones- Chinese Rocks
37) Girlfriends- I Was Here, But I Disappear

Not all titles may be correct (I got kinda lazy here), but I just made up this wonderful playlist of completely random, but highly impressionable and catchy ditties. A fun way to procrastinate I suppose.

Why American Idol is Evil

So, the following is an old rant of mine entilted, “Why American Idol is Evil” that I posted on my (and a few other KLAYMERS’) old blog, Wakefield Etudiant about three years ago. I wrote it in a notebook in a matter of 5-10 minutes whilst listening to The Replacements’ Stink EP. Then a few months later, I came across it and posted the basterd. Much to my amusement it received various comments, mostly hateful! lol After that it was posted on a forum or two and garnered even more (negative) comments. People seemed to take it way too seriously. I found it hilarious that readers actually thought I invested time and energy into making some sorta “journalistic endeavour,” when it really was just a written translation of my views on the show and the music industry with some exaggerations and strong language. Looking back at it now, I realize this rant is not my best piece of writing, but it sure is one of my favorites; after all it’s always a delight to piss people off. If I had written this piece today it would probably be different, but at the same time the general position is the same. Ok, so here’s the damn thang:

Music or art for that matter always meant to me, playing from your fucking heart, with no regard for who you offend. Some corporate bithces like to destroy this legacy and sell out for more money and more pussy. Fucke em’ I say. When I see Alice Cooper doing Staples commercials, I shake my head in disapproval, screaming to myself, “What happened to the ‘Parent’s Worst Nightmare,’ what happened to the snakes, the gory, torn apart chickens, ‘No More Mr. Nice Guy,’ and ‘School’s Out For Summer.” Well, I hate to break it you Mr. Cooper, you (and countless others) are “nice guys” and are the parents’ perfect image.
Seriously, it’s like the fucking 80’s again where your parents like the same music you do. Where’s the rebellion? Fuck, the entire nature of Rock and Roll is gone. I mean, don’t get me wrong it’s been dead for a while. Disco took a huge toll on us, MTV melted our brains with intellectually dilute, unimaginative, videos (still does, but videos are even dumber, less creative, and worst of all safer) and of course the 21st Century has brought us the greatest, most unholy, derelict, stain on the music world, none other than… American Idol.
I don’t know where to begin with this fucking show! It is evil, morally incorrect, and worst of all: sugar coated bullshit, fresh fo children of all ages! “Warning! if you like to use your brain or think for yourself and would rather listen to true fucking rebels, please turn your televison off right now. Thank you and may God bless your soul!” This caveat should appear in big fucking bold letters before they air AI (acutally most TV shows for that matter) on Fox and bring their filthy, government approved, pussy, garbage into millions of American Homes.
People always say to me, “come on now Chris, AI isn’t that bad, it gives countless, young , aspiring artists a chance to make it in the big time and millions of people can witness them do what they love on national television…” Fuck that! it assists countless young singers (who are doing the same fucking shit we’ve seen for the past few decades) become even bigger corporate, little bitches; slaves to a machine, that they are sadly oblivious to. When these faggots hop around and do their stupid fucking dances I just want to strangle each and every last one of them.
If Rock meant rebellion, rebelling to “the man,” then AI contestants are sucking the man’s cock and letting his pearly black cum posion millions across the nation, whenever they open their mouths. All artists, whether they are singers or whatever must do it themselves and do what they feel like doing, not what three, dickhead, judges want them to do. I mean can you picture an AI in 1967. Lou Reed sings “Heroin,” I bet Paula would say, “Lou that’s not exactly a safe song.” Or Hendrix out of his mind on acid setting his instrument ablaze. The fat, black guy (shit, what’s his name?), oh yeah, Randy, can you imagine him telling Jimi to put out the fire, cause it may turn off some of our viewers. Now, of course that would have never occurred because those artists had balls. It seriously makes my blodd curdle when I hear that young kids yearn to be big stars on AI. It’s the fucking kiss of death! There’s nothing dangerous or controversial about it and it is a major sign of how we have lost our momentum, ultimately becoming complacent zombies, eager to chow down on the next, fresch crap they have to serve us. Bullshit! Never do we have to accept crap, just because it is popular or because all of our friends adore it. Do a little searching, broaden your horizons and you will discover numerous classic and contemporary artists that always play from their fucking hearts. The music/art I get the biggest hard-ons for, offer me insight and best of all, allow me to think for myself. If you or a loved one enjoy watching AI or even worse want to be on AI (yikes!) please seek help! You are already a sell out, you sold out to yourself.

Hicks Vid of the Day

“Today a young man on Acid realized that all matter is merely energy condensed to a slower vibration. That we are all one consciousness experiencing itself subjectively. There’s no such thing as death. Life is only a dream and we’re the imaginations of ourselves….”

Malcolm McLaren Dead at 64

Malcolm McLaren, the former manager of The Sex Pistols and the man who claimed to have invented punk, has died aged 64.

McLaren died in New York this morning after a long battle with cancer.

His spokesman, Les Molloy, said the impresario had been suffering from cancer for some time and he expected his body would be returned to the UK shortly.

An unashamed self-publicist, McLaren gained notoriety as manager of the Sex Pistols who were propelled to No 1 in the charts with God Save The Queen in 1977. Having brought together the roguish band members he went on to become a household name in his own right, entering into the public spotlight again in recent years when he stood for the newly created London mayoralty in 2000. His policies included the serving of alcohol in libraries.

Having dropped out of art school – McLaren said the experience taught him “that it is better to be a flamboyant failure than any kind of benign success” – he made a first foray into music management in the early 70s after convincing the New York Dolls to employ him as manager.

The band flopped at the time, but the experiment, complete with red leather and Soviet-style clothes, heralded the start of a career-breaking ground in fashion and music.

McLaren, who was born in North London, frequently professed to leading the capital’s avant garde art scene during the 70s.

He opened a shop in fashionable King’s Road 1971 with his then girlfriend Vivienne Westwood. The shop was renamed SEX in 1974 and quickly gained iconic status drawing in the “young, sexy, assassins” who would become the Sex Pistols.

The couple had a son, Joseph Corre, the co-founder of lingerie shop Agent Provocateur.

His reputation was carved by the success of the Sex Pistols and an eye for publicity stunts which would grip the British and American culture scene through the 70s.

McLaren also managed a number of other bands, including Bow Wow Wow before producing his own records including the much-sampled track Double Dutch from the 1983 album Duck Rock.

He continued to be involved in the culture and arts scene up until his death, earning him in equal measure acclaim as a doyen of music and design and criticism for his marketing of pop culture.

http://www.guardian.co.uk/music/2010/apr/08/malcolm-mclaren-dies-sex-pistols

A few days late with this story… but anyway, he was perhaps more of an exploiter of the arts than a practioner, but nevermind his bollocks for now, RIP Malcolm… maybe I wouldn’t have discovered the Sex Pistols without you.

Chris