Extremely contained crazy energy, great work - ❤️🕊️🙏

A wonderfully cinematic piece. While listening to it, I fell into a kind of trance...

Shock the Algorithm

Some more from the now defunct halls of the Rat Palace (RIP). This is Hexfarm together for the first time in many ears. After a lengthy free jam we stupidly/delightfully attempted to play through some of our old tunes - most lasted not very long before descending into " what the fuck came next"... This one is so abstract we bluffed our way through, although there is perhaps more recorded laughter than actual notes. A true story of Arachnid Love.

Rat Palace Jams - Hexfarm/If I Was A Spider

👉 https://markmori.bandcamp.com/track/airpocalypse
Inspired by the bad air quality we got this days. Realized how important it's and how lucky we are to have good air

Airpocalypse

Fast Road

As each November approaches I try to make my own little Remembrance-time tribute.  Seems more relevant as each year passes...

Following the huffing and puffing empire lunacy in the summer of 1914, the next four years would see 40 million casualties, half of them deaths and of those, half were civilian.  

40 million.

40 million tales of poignancy, pain, grief and human tragedy, through times that can often seem littered with coincidence, symmetries …. bookends and mirrors.

In the Military Cemetery of St Symphorien near Mons rests John Parr.  At only five foot three inches and several years under age he (amazingly) managed to enlist in 1912 - hoping to see the world, and get the advertised “two square meals” a day.  He was the first British Army casualty, killed in the battle of Mons aged just 17, his body left behind, fate unknown until much later in the conflict;  the army unable to answer his mother’s letters of enquiry about her “silent” son.

By pure coincidence, John lies just a few yards from the last British soldier to die in the great war.  George Ellison served for four long years including at the same first battle of Mons as John, and most of the famously grinding, attritional infantry battles of the conflict.  His working life bookended by military service, George had first enlisted in 1902, leaving the army in 1912, just as John joined, he became a coal miner, re-enlisting at the outbreak of war to dig mud not coal and fight from trenches he helped excavate.  George was killed just 90 minutes before the armistice took effect at 11:00 on the 11th day of the 11th month.  The futility of the conflict was cruelly illustrated by the fact that George’s war had started and ended at exactly the same place, Mons in Belgium.  They had literally gone nowhere.

As a postscript to progress since "the war to end all wars" the human race is currently reckoned to be engaged in 7 major wars, 15 significant ongoing conflicts and 21 “minor” conflicts (the latter defined as up to "only” 1000 deaths per year).  By way of another macabre bookend, the longest of these has been going on, unbelievably, since the year .... 1918.

As always, this simple ballad is offered as a live one mic one take effort - please excuse the fluffs and gaffes.
_______________________

Bookends and Mirrors

Sun turned cold ‘cross every sky in the summer of ‘14
The Good Lord shook his head, and he placed it in his hands
Braided declarations flying, whose like was never seen
Lunatics in feathers stockpiled lead, bagged their sand.
Slapstick Mephistopheles, unleashing of his flame
Spiral minds lobotomised in the waltz of the insane
Simple lives unknowing of the mud that would become
A mirror in the resting place of two Holy Mother’s sons.

Signed the line, five years young, fingers crossed behind his back
Chance to see the world, grab a future, two square meals.
At 17, John’s angels sung, first to fall in dawn’s attack
Abandoned and forgotten, deaf to all his ma’s appeals.
Never knew the miner, his bookend pal to be
Fighting down the line, many battles that he’d see
Full four years in trenches, George’s hell lived through them all
Cruelty was smiling wide at England’s last to fall.

In service time they travelled nowhere, nothing to achieve
Embracing 40 million weeping mothers left to grieve
The crime of puffing chest bravado beggared to believe
Hall of mirrors seeping others’ blood of the innocent naive.

Now John and George lie facing each to seek their mirrored peace
Raise my eyes and brim a tear for the lessons never learned
Pray God, don’t ever let them know man’s insanity but increased
The war to end all wars a mere sequel oft’ returned 
By comedies of leathered fools stuck on infinite repeat
Bemedalled and bejewelled, they prosecute their moral defeat
But here, on sallow turf twixt heroes, broken mirror in my broken hand
Met by my own broken eyes, I still fail to understand.
_________
Photo by Michael Yuan on Unsplash

Bookends and Mirrors

I’m getting very long in the tooth & when that time eventually arrives ..your  sense of time seems to accelerate ..mortality staring you in the face ..i try not linger on that ..but its always there time diminishing fast …the hand is glowing & my biggest fear is my hearing deterioration ,only missing bits of live conversation at the mo  so not too bad …as long as i hear the music of life its all good 🤗 thanks for listening & hope you enjoy …not quite a runner yet 😂 (Logan’s run reference ) the carousel of life 😊

Mortality Acceleration

The Shape The Sound The Pose

All music, words and composition by S. Drysdale

S. Drysdale- Vox, Guitars, Clay, Keys, Fretless Bass, Bass VI, Slap Bass

A. Reed- Engineering, Programing, Keys

The Shape The Sound The Pose

This is the self title track from the upcoming debut album of Shock The Algorithm my friends (tbr mid-2024)!
 Enjoy...ROCK AND ROLL KILLS!
 (p) & (c) 2023, STA.
Youtube link: https://youtu.be/OKGfQuK63Ng
---------------------------------
 lyrics:
So you had enough today?
I thought u'll visit us one day
Was waiting for another sunray
to hear you once again prevail

I thought you'd live forever
i dreamed our bonds would never sever
at least you did one more last endeavour
and that's why i would admire you forever

You lived your life and that was fine
it was super cool and you were on the first line
you didn't pretend , you neved showed off
you didn't have tattoos or fake persona blastoff

You lived your life, till your 49
and afterwards your soul forevermore shine
your face is now on t-shirts, your name on NY street
and that's why i sing and say....ROcknRoll kills anywayyyy

You toured nonstop for 22 years
thank god there was music and brushed away your fears
you got bullied so many times
and then you wrote the world's top class rhymes

For them you were the underdog, the freak 
for us a legend and not the weak
you gave us hope, the music & soul 
You were so true and not a fake persona blastoff

Rock and Roll Kills

Merry Christmas! I recorded this song with my acoustic Taylor guitar. The lyrics are from a poem I wrote. 

The gift of giving sows the seeds
of light, into a world that needs
to see—that hope will always thrive,
so long as we keep faith alive.

Yes, in a world that’s cold an’ dark
the gift of giving creates a spark—
that lights a star we all can see
shining on the Christmas tree.

~Tony, 2023

Christmas song (Acoustic)

Merry Christmas
Arrangement and guitars by Neno J.

White Christmas (Irving Berlin cover)

Seagull surprised me with this lovely song as a gift for my 70th birthday, featuring his playing on acoustic guitar, and likening our friendship and musical comradery to a "walk in the morning dew".  I was beyond honored:)  Then the thought occurred to him, "what if Ed, Dan, Peter, and David joined me on my walk?"  Peter's words set the stage comparing our friendship (and lasting friendship in general) to fine gold "hewn from so much more than mere common ground"  Ed's gorgeous electric guitar defines the melody, Dan's synths and Clara's vocals add depth and emotion, and I get to decorate an already beautiful production in the left and right channels.  It is now a magnificent 70th birthday gift, enriched by my musical bond and friendship with these fine artists, and one I want to share with you dear listener.  Be blessed as you walk with us "in the morning dew":) 
More of their amazing music can be found here:
Seagull: @farout-music-studio
Peter: soundcloud.com/user-264930040/tracks
Dan-DT: @dan-t-3
Ed Cunningham: @westtracksmusic
Seagull has also created a lovely video to celebrate our walk together and invite you to join us there: www.youtube.com/watch?v=eDbapIXADdg
Peter's introductory poem:
A tempered bond of ether gold forged from trust in seeming kin
Blenched of ore hewn from so much more than mere common ground
Metallicised, a like of kind that cannot tarnish, ne’er to rust, it’s strength, atomic, set within
And so my grateful thoughts are due, my friend, to you, as one where empathy is ever found
To crystallise a state of mind as if from walks in morning dew as bright new days begin.

A Walk In Morning Dew (Seagull, Ed Cunningham, Dan-DT, Peter, and David)

Music and production by this guy,,,,enjoy

Failing Fantasy (Instrumental)

20 - 5-2024

Watch Out (2017) Anthology CD2 Track 04

no auto 444jett

Uecalypt - Core (Warm)

Deal On...
Lou Osiavo

——

up to my old devices with the nicest
flows cold as ice is - frawstakwa 
rocking on the microphone I just
flow - it’s no surprise is it? I gotcha
let’s go
yo
that’s it
deal on
Lou Osiavo
yeah

——

yo
you can call me creative 
it’s one of the characteristics I came with
I’m basic
but that is okay 
my complexes have already been complicated
way back in the day
I’m past that now though 
so hey
let all the stress fade away
to the instrumental
soon as I press play
it’s a feeling that’s special
got me feeling great
there’s something about how when you sit down and make
something original like you’ve found a place
outside of time and space sound waves
vibrate cause the ground to break
but why?
well, in this culture we communicate
whether to share ideas or to show love or hate
whatever you can think of we’ll come up with a way 
to represent the thought let it be what it may

——

up to my old devices with the nicest
flows cold as ice is - frawstakwa 
rocking on the microphone I just
flow - it’s no surprise is it? I gotcha
let’s go
yo
that’s it
deal on
Lou Osiavo
yeah

——

see 
I have something to say
so I write and record and I draw and I paint 
I’m an artist for sure sorta starving but ain’t
a broke nobody that don’t want fortune or fame 
having serious fun I ain’t playing no games 
this is real life homie Hip Hop hooray
ha ha 
continue to do my thang
this music is in my veins
peculiarly loose strains
of mutant DNA
and no two are the same
to move you with my brain
do it with might and main
and so you could say
that I can’t complain
unless if you catch me when I’m having a bad day
nothing to worry about I manage to maintain 
and remain levelheaded to think of a better way 
to handle each situation whatever that it may
be in the long run I will be okay
alright 
it’s a good thing thing we’ve got what it takes
otherwise we’d be doomed to suffer such a fate
where this culture’s completely consumed by what’s fake
yes it’s bad now already but if we have faith
then maybe we can turn the tables to take back 
what’s been ours from the get go before it’s too late

——

up to my old devices with the nicest
flows cold as ice is - frawstakwa 
rocking on the microphone I just
flow - it’s no surprise is it? I gotcha
let’s go
yo
that’s it
deal on
Lou Osiavo
yeah

——

hey
how ya feeling? I'm awful - but I'm dealing
often onto something awesome off and on so I'm chilling
Rock with me solid geology I'm building 
Foundations underground stay on my grind drill bit
they use Shock and awe to desensitize the children's 
Minds mental warfare mass media designed
To destroy real Hip Hop tell the people one time
Pay attention to more than just the beats and the rhymes
build it then I break it then rebuild again with patience and the willpower to take my time to see what I am making something real nothing fake what's the deal with the way that the feel dissipated yielded and swayed but the wheel keeps on turning and steel are the blades that fill in the spaces between retrograde orbits silver spokes spinning outward from the pivot the center the spirit the soul come visit 

——

up to my old devices with the nicest
flows cold as ice is - frawstakwa 
rocking on the microphone I just
flow - it’s no surprise is it? I gotcha
let’s go
yo
that’s it
deal on
Lou Osiavo
yeah

——

Deal On

Heavy Punk Rock 'n' Roll band turns into Synthwave nowadays! Brand NEW album "Ultraviolet Cosmos" available NOW!

I just love sound ..allsorts across the genre's ...hate getting stuck on one tip for too long ,been thru quite alot of eras &..have always from an early age written or jammed my own pieces of music..+ written poetry + lyric to songs ,i play guitar + produce ambient pieces on analogue units Roland tb 303 ,101,202,606,Juno 60. Was in my own bands years ago from about 1981 post punk era,dance electro stuff ,then ole skool scene when it was newskool,into drum n base era as it was happening...did pirate station stuff ,love dub reggae,great times..just carry on writing songs on acoustic guitar & do regular open mike sessions around my local area + jammin with other muse'os ...into  hho tec ....hydrogen...~  energy ...~ water is our future coal field.bit of an inventor..into unity ..autonomy n peace ..., peace out  ; )...~

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