Monthly Archives: July 2009

Attack Attack! Are The Angry Crab of Trapped Wind!

Once again, Buddyhead has their finger on the pulse of the Crabcore community. Check out their article, which contains liberal use of the term “emo fatties” HERE.

Not since delphinic zoophilia has a subject  fascinated me as much as Crabcore, that ridiculous genre mash-up that’s sweeping the nation. (The uninitiated should check out my original post HERE.) Well kids, a lot has happened in the world of Crabcore since Thursday, because a new Stick Stickly video has emerged! I don’t know which version of the video came first, but they both showcase the same lame choreography, feminine hairstyles and assembly line fashion sense. Even the dreaded Talladega Bench Press rears its ugly (though perfectly coiffed) head. The only thing this video is missing? The awesome low down dirty crab stylings of the bass player. He is the angry crab of trapped wind!

If you don’t have the patience to sit through the entire video, skip right to the end. I’ve got two words for you. Glow sticks.

For more brilliance, check out the text of the now deleted Crabcore wikipedia entry.

Attack Attack! Get New Keyboard Player!!!

Breaking news! Crabcore poseur posterboys Attack Attack! have parted ways with original keyboardist Caleb sHomo. His replacement? KEYBOARD CAT!!!!! Play them off, buddy!

Attack Attack! Attack My Senses With Ridiculousness

BREAKING NEWS!!! – ATTACK ATTACK! GET NEW KEYBOARD PLAYER!!!

My apologies to homosexuals everywhere, but this shit is TOTALLY GAY!!!

Not gay as in the glorious act of love between two hot pieces of cock, and certainly not gay as in fabulous (nothing fabulous going on here), but gay as in a term co-opted by the ever-changing etymological landscape of the English language to mean something other than originally intended.

That’s right, it used to mean happy, and then it referred to sexual preference, but it has changed yet again to mean something totally different- RETARDED.

I know, I know. Some potentially offensive use of words. But like it or not, language changes. (Don’t get me started on what Americans did to the beautiful English word fag.) But I digress.

This has been skewered to death already by the likes of Buddyhead, Metal Sucks, and even The Guardian UK (seriously, read that one, it is hysterical, and is where I will primarily be ripping this post off of,) but I had to chime in. What the hell is wrong with kids today? Watch the below video (it be-LOWS!) and find out. Watch the whole thing. Just when you think it can’t get any worse, BOO-YAH!

Only knowing one chord + awful haircuts + MTV editing + unison headbanging + the crab walk + black metal posturing + cut and paste pro tool transitions + autotune vocals + inexplicable genre shifts + synchronized crab jumping + running in place, arms outstretched +piano solo + techno breakdown! + Andy Samberg on guitar making teenage sex faces = WHAT THE FUCK DID I JUST SEE!?!?!?!?!?

Oh yeah, it’s got a name. It’s called Crabcore.

This is what happens when you grow up disaffected in Ohio. You have no barometer of- well, anything. Did they try to make this inane melange on purpose, or did some evil-genius studio head put this together in order to create one giant demographic? Don’t get me wrong, I’m all for mixing genres. Mr. Bungle, anyone? And even electronica and metal have been mixed sucessfully (I’m looking at you, Genghis Tron,) but this shit is just ridiculous.

I fear for the future of our country.

Lazy Japanese Develop Completely Un-Erotic Fun Time Happy Sex Chair

In other chair related news…

Tired of putting effort into sex? Want to take the physical out of getting physical? Then do I have the chair for you. This Japanese Love Chair is popping up in sex hotels all over Japan. Even as we speak, thousands of uptight Japanese businessmen are meeting their uptight mistresses in clandestine fuck pads to have very uptight Japanese sex. On a futuristic sex robot.

Because essentially, that’s what this is- a giant, leather-clad sex robot from the planet Sexulon, and its prime directive is to help you bump fuglies with as little exertion on your part as possible. Not since Udo Kier came to earth from the planet Spermula has an intergalactic sex-being got this much action (although David Bowie is a close second.)

Unfortunately, the venerable Mr. Kier does not appear in the above clip, but I felt midgets and ass cheeks and tea pots were much more interesting than his androgynous good looks. As for the  hump chair instructional video, there has to be more to it, because it ends with two quick shots that only hint at the possibilities. There is a veritable cornucopia of lazy man’s sex to be explored. A Kama Sutra’s worth of inert positions. Andy Richter, eat your heart out. I’d like to see you try that on Conan.

Do you wanna go to the basement and see my sex chair?

Do you wanna go to the basement and see my sex chair?

Andy Richter Has Sensitive Genitals, Lars von Trier Will Smash Them

Unfortunately, the original Salli Chair promo has been yanked from youtube, but the best “bits” have been preserved by Conan:

ANDY WILL TRY IT!

What Conan fails to mention, however, is that the narrator in said promo is none other than provocative Danish auteur, Lars von Trier! Lars knows a thing or two about sensitive genitals, as his forthcoming flick Antichrist features the most genital mutilation you’ll see this side of The Pain Olympics.

Lars must be hedging his bets, just in case this “directing” thing doesn’t work out.

Salli Chair Prototype

Salli Chair Prototype

Public Enemy #1

Five-Oh said, Freeze, and I got numb...

Five-Oh said, "Freeze," and I got numb...

Things are getting increasingly more schizophrenic around here. My usual cavalcade of shits and tits has been infiltrated by my more serious side, resulting in a bi-polar mess of the literary and the profane. I tried to keep my disparate writing styles compartmentalized, but they finally seemed to merge into one amorphous blob, like in Brian Yuzna’s Society. God help us all.

That being said, I have a new review up at Twitch Film. Check it out.

MESRINE:L’instinct de mort and L’ennemi public n° 1

No, these are not some snooty French art films, they are badass gangster pictures starring everyone’s favorite madman, Vincent Cassel!

Ass Eaters of the World Rejoice!

UPDATED: MORE ON HUMAN CENTIPEDE HERE.

All Aboard!

Mainstream (ie: NOT porno) cinema has finally recognized you as a legitimate demographic. Thanks to Quite Earth for putting me on to this and many other weird and wonderful films.

Human Centipede

Internationally respected Siamese twin surgeon Dr. Josef Heiter has a demented vision for mankind’s future existence. He wants to remove human beings’ kneecaps so they have to exist on all fours and then surgically graft them mouth-to-anus to form a centipede chain. When two stranded female Americans arrive at his luxury home-cum-hospital looking for help, his long-gestating plan swiftly moves into chilling action with a shocking force. Kidnapping a third Japanese male tourist he begins the tissue matches, teeth removal and buttock molding to create his triplet creature.

David Cronenberg, eat your heart out. Go make your Tom Cruise cash grab, the torch has been passed. The Dutch truly understand our obsession with body modification. Long live the new, new flesh! I have seen the future of human evolution, and that future is a multicultural, sphincter to sphincter, waste-recycling Ouroboros!

Brings new meaning to the term "shit-eating grin."

Who Made Who?

I know there has been a general lack of offensiveness around here as of late, what with my forays into respectable “journalism,” but how about some good old fashioned controversy? One of the oldest and most enduring, to be precise- the god debate.

What came first, the chicken or the egg? You’d be surprised how many rebellious, disaffected youth take offense at Hitchen’s argument. Either that, or the fan base over at The Cult is mellowing with age. I recently posted a review of God Is Not Great, and as the comments can attest, this is a subject that still angries up the blood.

Read my review HERE.

CBC? Those crazy god-hating Canucks!