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Max Roach, 1960

photo by William Claxton

Herbert Hinteregger (Austrian, b. 1970) - Untitled (Niebüll), ball pen ink and fluorescent marker on canvas, 170.0 × 100.0 cm (2015)

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Architect: Bernard Zehrfuss

architectureofdoom

Sculpture at the St. Katharina Church, Zurich Affoltern, Kurt Brunner, 1972

#Mogwai

I don't know how I came across this song. I don't know how I came across Mogwai, really. I know that the first Mogwai album, and really the only, that ever really and truly grabbed me was Come On Die Young. I probably torrented it, and I'd assume someone like Scott Kelyy of Neurosis or somebody else had talked about them, which made me seek them out.

Regardless of its origins on my computer, I know that I listened to this song a ton around the time I was 16, because I can remember listening to it driving around my hometown, passing around a wooden pipe I bought for 5 bucks off of a guy in a pizza shop. It was a semi-official burn anthem, and one that we would put on if we were absolutely ripped, incapable of actually talking to each other, and only capable of vibing to tracks like this.

I listened to this the other day, I left my phone in my desk at work, and was forced to listen to the CD in my car, which reminded me that I had some intention to do posts like this. Boy, it was a trip, to be transported back to that time, which is sort of the exact opposite sort of thing I'd ever do know, but you know what? This is still a ripper.

#andy runs the voodoo down #music #songs from the spindle #Post 04 #Mogwai #Kappa