A new Ease track, with a slightly different approach than the previous works.

Ease - Sun Bleached

Fantasy

This week's show looks back at punk and alternative from 2018.

Real Thing -- Turnstile
Cup of Destiny -- Amyl and The Sniffers
Teenage Trance -- Łysol
Lampoon -- Shame
Set a Fire -- Solid Freex
Rose -- MALL WALK
Excuse Generator -- Lithics
Kanadian Kontent -- Booji Boys
I Wish -- DARK THOUGHTS
Soft Collar Fad -- No Age
I Need a Doctor -- Hot Snakes
Spousal Loss -- Fiddlehead
Giant Brain -- Wimps
Let Her Be -- Starcrawler
Almost Had to Start a Fight / In and Out of Patience -- Parquet Courts
Boy of Summer -- Bat Fangs
Art of Living -- Honey Bucket
Turn to Rage -- Bleached
Heavy Head -- The Orwells
Hit It and Quit It -- Ty Segall

Hey! Ho! Let's Go! radio show, Nov. 17, 2023

Body

Lyrics:

God bless America, land that I lease,

Stand beside her, and guide her through the unease and disease and police and caprice.

From the mountains, of calcified socioeconomic disparity, to the valleys, where opportunity remains a rarity with entrenched undignified unconscionable scarcity,

To the oceans, now plastic with foam poison

God bless America! My home sweet home.

But God damn America, land where poverty's a crime.

Stand beside her and chide her, for the dreams she's left behind.

Through the night with the light where sickness is a sin and treatment's a prize And the ill are left to suffer and die

From the mountains to the prairies where classrooms are underwriters for futures markets of the indentured minds.

Ideas traded, thoughts faded, knowledge left behind

Young hearts burdened by the debts they've been assigned

Educations leased, futures ceased, for a degree that's misaligned into an unyielding grind, and then we're told to feast and watch Kim's behind.

Oh God, America, land where justice is bought Stand beside her and indict her, for the equality she's fought

God Damn America, my home sweet unspeakable, unconscionable, precarious home.

God Save our contemptible, indefensible America, no longer a beacon of hope, but a cautionary tale reprehensible.

God bless America, my home sweet home
God bless America, my home sweet home

Bleach America (God Bless America, edited for accuracy and filtered for patriotism propaganda)

This week's playlist:

Trash -- Bully
Back to the Middle -- Deerhunter
Why Does It Shake? -- Protomartyr
(You're Better) Than Ever -- illuminati hotties
Digging for Something -- Superchunk
I Don't Think So -- The Coathangers
7:30 Am -- Slothrust
Can You Deal? -- Bleached
Alter Ego -- Tame Impala
Nothing Without You -- Cloud Nothings
The World's Best American Band -- White Reaper
Pretty Machines -- Parquet Courts

Hey! Ho! Let's Go! radio show, April 12, 2024

plaqueboymax - bleached

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On The Precipice of Defeat (Tiger Style)

believe sumn sumn

pt. ii
https://soundcloud.com/kazamane/bleached-pt-ii

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Bleached

bleached, pt. i

wungbunger (original mix)

"modern savage" is out now
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obviously not max
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"Moments of being passable beyond novelty"

"Actually slaps"

At its core, the blorgpulkf is a pulsating, iridescent orb that thrums with an energy that can only be described as "the sound of a thousand bees having a rave inside a kaleidoscope." It's hypnotic, it's unsettling, and it's strangely addictive - like watching a lava lamp filled with Mountain Dew and gummy bears.

But that's just the beginning. Surrounding this pulsing heart are layers upon layers of... well, your guess is as good as mine. One moment it's a tangled web of neon tubes that hum with an eerie frequency, the next it's a churning mass of what appears to be sentient silly putty. And is that a tiny disco ball I see nestled in there? You bet your sweet bippy it is.

As for its features, the blorgpulkf is like a Swiss Army knife designed by a mad scientist with a penchant for pranks. It's got a button that releases a burst of confetti and the sound of a rubber chicken being stepped on, a lever that causes the whole thing to fold in on itself like a origami crane having an existential crisis, and a tiny compartment that dispenses a single, perfectly spherical grape every 37 hours.

But perhaps the most baffling feature of the blorgpulkf is its ability to communicate. Not with words, of course - that would be far too pedestrian. No, the blorgpulkf speaks in a language all its own, a cryptic code of flashing lights, whirring gears, and the occasional burst of atonal jazz played on what sounds suspiciously like a didgeridoo.




The plorksickle. It's like someone took a fever dream, a Mad Lib, and a Dada art installation, threw 'em in a blender, and hit "puree."

Picture this: a contraption that looks like it crawled out of a Salvador Dali painting and mated with a Rube Goldberg machine. It's got a crank that sounds like a yodeling ostrich, a button that releases a puff of glitter and the scent of existential dread, and a tiny screen that just flashes the word "moist" in Wingdings.

But here's the kicker - every time you think you've figured out what it does, it changes the game. One minute it's reciting beat poetry in binary code, the next it's turning itself inside out and becoming a Klein bottle. And don't even get me started on the time it started oozing a viscous liquid that tasted like the color purple.

Is it a tool? A toy? A sentient being from another dimension that's just really, really bad at communication? Your guess is as good as mine. All I know is, it's the most beautifully useless thing I've ever laid eyes on.

But maybe that's the point. In a world where everything has to have a purpose, a function, a reason for being, the plorksickle is a big, fat middle finger to the very concept of sense. It's absurdity for absurdity's sake, a Zen koan in physical form.

So if you ever see me on the street, cradling this bizarre little gizmo like a newborn lovechild, don't ask me what it does. Just nod, smile, and know that you're in the presence of something truly inexplicable. Something that laughs in the face of logic and spits in the eye of reason.

I host two shows on 103.5 The Sun, a community radio station in Sun Prairie, Wisconsin. Hey! Ho! Let's Go is punk/alternative rock. Gregslist is rock, hip hop, soul, blues, reggae, country -- a little bit of everything. (Also former host of a show called Country Gold, which you will find archived here.)

\\Professional Beat Flippa\\Freelance Voice Actor\\Gym-Bro\\Nerd\\Vessel-for-the-Universe\\ 🎹Executive Music Producer for the "Verbal Vibe Mode" Podcast

Also featured on the "Mad Black Dad" Podcast

Different music projects of mine will be posted here. EASE MURK WISDOM BOYS DASHBOARD. 

Ease on Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/artist/26R1cNrLhRLtQHzdO3SdMN?si=xp5Jpsh3Rlmw_fYZSyXo8g

Dashboard on Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/artist/0BBl0OT7Do4bxVqYufQ8s2?si=hFn0fYdxTfuZhuJnyxmgpg

Murk on youtube: https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=azNZec4IxUg 

Wisdom Boys on Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/artist/4NQ1wywqAznJZYrd06odu4?si=y8GEsf3LSBa8Fml88Sli2w&dd=1

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