<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7372598909855251451</id><updated>2012-02-03T02:48:40.014-08:00</updated><category term='manifesto'/><category term='halloween'/><category term='dreamers'/><category term='r&apos;n&apos;b'/><category term='sound poetry'/><category term='art video'/><category term='club'/><category term='event'/><category term='avant garde'/><category term='first and most important post'/><category term='renaissance'/><category term='pipilotti rist'/><category term='downloads'/><category term='kap bambino'/><category term='electronic'/><category term='band spotlight'/><category term='soul'/><category term='mix'/><category term='FUCKING GO'/><category term='video'/><category term='he lives'/><category term='o children'/><category term='post-punk'/><category term='film'/><category term='experimental'/><category term='sound art'/><category term='psa'/><title type='text'>TO THE PUBLIC: We Are Murderers</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wearemurderers.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7372598909855251451/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearemurderers.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ana Frightens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690264024986662059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7372598909855251451.post-8015688575101675426</id><published>2008-02-21T18:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T18:41:34.137-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='r&apos;n&apos;b'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='soul'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='downloads'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mix'/><title type='text'>Going To A Happening</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align=justify&gt;If you are an enthusiast of soul and/or R&amp;B, or perhaps just want to start popping your fingers to a new groove, I have a treat for you! Although my collection - like my knowledge - is not very extensive, I tried my best to compile this mixed bag of soulful goods. Most of this is on the side of northern soul and focused on   music mainly from the mid-sixties, but let me assure you: it's called &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Let's Dance!&lt;/span&gt; for a reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visit this link to download the whole thing or pick and choose however you like: &lt;a href=http://www.mediafire.com/?sharekey=320c2b23a52ddefa4012e8015643d9c80c86386235e2428c&gt;Let's Dance!&lt;/A&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE (LONG) TRACKLIST:&lt;br /&gt;1. Gino Parks - The Same Thing&lt;br /&gt;2. The Dynamics - Misery&lt;br /&gt;3. Julian Covey &amp; The Machine - A Little Bit Hurt&lt;br /&gt;4. Wilson Pickett - Mini Skirt Minnie&lt;br /&gt;5. The Sharonettes - Papa-Oom-Mow-Mow&lt;br /&gt;6. Big Mama Thornton - Wade In The Water&lt;br /&gt;7. The Originals - Suspicion&lt;br /&gt;8. The Young Rascals - Good Lovin'&lt;br /&gt;9. Richard Berry - Have Love, Will Travel&lt;br /&gt;10. The Mirettes - He's Alright With Me&lt;br /&gt;11. Little Milton - Grits Ain't Groceries&lt;br /&gt;12. Hannibal - My Kinda Girl&lt;br /&gt;13. Eddie Floyd - Big Bird&lt;br /&gt;14. Guitar Red - Just You And I&lt;br /&gt;15. Mickey Lee Lane - Hey Sah-Lo-Ney&lt;br /&gt;16. Chuck Wood - Seven Days Too Long&lt;br /&gt;17. Jackie Edwards - I Feel So Bad&lt;br /&gt;18. The Velvelettes - Lonely Lonely Girl Am I&lt;br /&gt;19. Barbara McNair - You're Gonna Love My Baby&lt;br /&gt;20. The Rebel Rousers - As I Look&lt;br /&gt;21. Lillian Dupree - Hide And Seek&lt;br /&gt;22. Little Caesar &amp; The Empire - Everybody Dance Now&lt;br /&gt;23. Fred Hughes - Don't Let This Happen To Us&lt;br /&gt;24. Little Willie John - Leave My Kitten Alone&lt;br /&gt;25. Rufus Thomas - Memphis Train&lt;br /&gt;26. The Capitols - Cool Jerk&lt;br /&gt;27. Tommy Neal - Going To A Happening&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7372598909855251451-8015688575101675426?l=wearemurderers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wearemurderers.blogspot.com/feeds/8015688575101675426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7372598909855251451&amp;postID=8015688575101675426' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7372598909855251451/posts/default/8015688575101675426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7372598909855251451/posts/default/8015688575101675426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearemurderers.blogspot.com/2008/02/going-to-happening.html' title='Going To A Happening'/><author><name>Ana Frightens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690264024986662059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7372598909855251451.post-517157667308177551</id><published>2008-02-21T17:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T18:06:48.399-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='he lives'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='renaissance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='o children'/><title type='text'>First he was dead and then he was... alive.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align=justify&gt;So, it has been many months since I have updated this. A large portion of that is due to the lack of regular internet access, and a lack of time to properly type something up for We Are Murderers. Until today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tip-toed around the internet in search of a few songs to listen to on MySpace, when I noticed a band I didn't remember adding (what a common occurrence) post a bulletin - it was a group formerly known as Sex Pests, now incarnated as O, CHILDREN. On a half-whim I added them late last year when they only had one raw track up and their identities were still a mystery; to my surprise, they've developed a lot in that time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With songs like "Ace Breasts" and "Perfect 10", you get the wrong first impression - or perhaps just the right one. Lyrics about finding dream girls and opening up an "ace breast store" are eerily boomed in harsh vocals over snappy synths and drums that pulse like a dolourous heartbeat. If there is any fun and flirtation in their demos, it feels as if it is only at the surface.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://a581.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/74/l_518b7ceea5eef643b68110ffabcda93c.jpg width=400 height=259&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;A HREF=http://www.myspace.com/ochildren&gt;O, CHILDREN&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7372598909855251451-517157667308177551?l=wearemurderers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wearemurderers.blogspot.com/feeds/517157667308177551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7372598909855251451&amp;postID=517157667308177551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7372598909855251451/posts/default/517157667308177551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7372598909855251451/posts/default/517157667308177551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearemurderers.blogspot.com/2008/02/first-he-was-dead-and-then-he-was-alive.html' title='First he was dead and then he was... alive.'/><author><name>Ana Frightens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690264024986662059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7372598909855251451.post-280445842788144530</id><published>2007-10-19T09:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T09:38:35.234-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreamers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pipilotti rist'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='film'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='experimental'/><title type='text'>The Future Is A Dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align=justify&gt;I wonder if there's a word that can accurately describe certain dreamers. They do more than rest their heads at night and let their minds bloom into a boiled pot of past sights and sounds and new automatic cloud thoughts. They make it their life and work. They draw, paint, film, play, sing, and write the electricity that bursts inside them. People like André Masson, Michel Gondry, Sandra Cisneros, Jean Cocteau. They should be celebrated, instead of living as a short blip of notice from time to time and dying quietly as the black marks of language in our books. For they are like the aerials of a radio or a television, fine-tuned on fancy and fantasy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=http://www.pipilottirist.net&gt;Pipilotti Rist&lt;/A&gt; is also one of those people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;CENter&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OyD_w97OQhc"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OyD_w97OQhc" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CsC8FKNE8fg"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CsC8FKNE8fg" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dXCRei0Fzzc"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dXCRei0Fzzc" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lQZcIbPh8mE"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lQZcIbPh8mE" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7372598909855251451-280445842788144530?l=wearemurderers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wearemurderers.blogspot.com/feeds/280445842788144530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7372598909855251451&amp;postID=280445842788144530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7372598909855251451/posts/default/280445842788144530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7372598909855251451/posts/default/280445842788144530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearemurderers.blogspot.com/2007/10/future-is-dream.html' title='The Future Is A Dream'/><author><name>Ana Frightens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690264024986662059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7372598909855251451.post-1030083247812647820</id><published>2007-10-10T01:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T01:30:03.523-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='halloween'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FUCKING GO'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='event'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='downloads'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='club'/><title type='text'>Death Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align=justify&gt;I was perusing the &lt;a href=http://www.myspace.com/yeborobo&gt;Yeborobo MySpace&lt;/A&gt; earlier and noticed something I hadn't seen before: a flier. I was so delighted I took it up in mine little hands and decided to paint the town bloody with it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;IMG SRC=http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e93/yeborobo/halloweenNET.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE VIOLETS, EIOH, AND YEBOROBO?! 'TIS A DREAM. IF YOU ARE IN LONDON, DO NOT MAKE PLANS. INSTEAD, WALK THY LEGGR HERE.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align=justify&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, a few songs I had uploaded for someone and - if you don't have them - they don't deserve to go to waste:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;a href=http://www.sendspace.com/file/5yob8a&gt;Wimple Winch - Save My Soul&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;A href=http://www.sendspace.com/file/sit6bt&gt;Broadcast - Tears In The Typing Pool&lt;/A&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;A href=http://www.sendspace.com/file/0bx9xg&gt;The Sugarcubes - Blue-Eyed Pop&lt;/A&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;a href=http://www.sendspace.com/file/ynrl3n&gt;Konki Duet - Il Fait Tout Gris&lt;/A&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;A HREF=http://www.sendspace.com/file/alzs4b&gt;The Magic Mixture - (I'm So) Sad&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7372598909855251451-1030083247812647820?l=wearemurderers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wearemurderers.blogspot.com/feeds/1030083247812647820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7372598909855251451&amp;postID=1030083247812647820' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7372598909855251451/posts/default/1030083247812647820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7372598909855251451/posts/default/1030083247812647820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearemurderers.blogspot.com/2007/10/death-party.html' title='Death Party'/><author><name>Ana Frightens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690264024986662059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7372598909855251451.post-3089856624379869001</id><published>2007-10-05T15:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T16:01:55.320-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='band spotlight'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='downloads'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kap bambino'/><title type='text'>KAP BAMBINO!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align=justify&gt;You know when you hear or read about a band, casually, by chance, skimming through a blog or eavesdropping on the scene kids in line behind you, and you totally disregard it? And then later, when you finally "rediscover" the music attached to the name, the songs plow right through your chest and brain like a rusty chainsaw? Maybe not, but that's exactly what happened to me last week when I listened to Kap Bambino. A few weeks ago I had read an article on the French two-piece, or rather the banshee vocalist Khima France (AKA Caroline Martial), found it interesting, and then &lt;I&gt;completely forgot about them&lt;/I&gt;. I don't know what triggered it but somehow I stumbled across their page in the MySpace sea and I haven't looked back since. This is the kind of raw, trashy-as-fuck electro I dream of. Can you really blame me for being batshit crazy about this group?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=http://www.sendspace.com/file/nai3w2&gt;Kap Bambino - Zero Life&lt;/A&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kap Bambino - Neutral&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0-jElt9EiT8"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0-jElt9EiT8" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7372598909855251451-3089856624379869001?l=wearemurderers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wearemurderers.blogspot.com/feeds/3089856624379869001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7372598909855251451&amp;postID=3089856624379869001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7372598909855251451/posts/default/3089856624379869001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7372598909855251451/posts/default/3089856624379869001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearemurderers.blogspot.com/2007/10/kap-bambino.html' title='KAP BAMBINO!'/><author><name>Ana Frightens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690264024986662059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7372598909855251451.post-5658989371412807633</id><published>2007-09-21T12:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T12:16:26.979-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='psa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='downloads'/><title type='text'>Doctor! Doctor!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align=justify&gt;It is a bug; it is a "thing" going around. Or perhaps because school is back in session all the children are spreading filth and disease amongst each other again. Either way, a lot of people I know are being struck down with colds, flus, coughs, sniffles and all those other disgusting ailments. One day, it made me wonder: how many songs are there about being ill? Then I realised that a lot of those songs weren't very good in the first place, whether they were talking about a metaphorical or literal sickness. In fact, a lot of them were downright boring, unless they were singing about having the "blues" for various reasons (but is that really legitimate?). So I decided to think of all the &lt;I&gt;good&lt;/i&gt; songs that were &lt;I&gt;reminiscent&lt;/I&gt; of being ill, or about doctors, hospitals, going through withdrawal, etc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few in a nice eclectic package.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href=http://www.sendspace.com/file/1xbwu0&gt;Pink Floyd - Take Up Thy Stethoscope and Walk&lt;/A&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;A href=http://www.sendspace.com/file/yr2e7o&gt;Jefferson Handkerchief - I'm Allergic To Flowers&lt;/A&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href=http://www.sendspace.com/file/bwdlhn&gt;The Waterproof Candle - Electrically Heated Child&lt;/A&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href=http://www.sendspace.com/file/5evohc&gt;X - Nausea&lt;/A&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;A href=http://www.sendspace.com/file/aklhas&gt;Dr. T - Undertaker's Theme&lt;/A&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href=http://www.sendspace.com/file/9eh3ai&gt;The Chants R&amp;B - I'm Your Witchdoctor&lt;/A&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;A href=http://www.sendspace.com/file/yy5sbx&gt;Wire - Sand In My Joints&lt;/A&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href=http://www.sendspace.com/file/9q4idh&gt;Killer Pussy - Teenage Enema Nurses In Bondage&lt;/A&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href=http://www.sendspace.com/file/sgjixl&gt;Ritual - Mind Disease&lt;/A&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;A href=http://www.sendspace.com/file/az61cb&gt;Ultravox - Artificial Life&lt;/A&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href=http://www.sendspace.com/file/klbl4y&gt;Free Kitten - Smack&lt;/A&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href=http://www.sendspace.com/file/qx05fe&gt;23 Skidoo - Mary's Operation&lt;/A&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href=http://www.sendspace.com/file/i3ffv2&gt;Vitalic - No Fun&lt;/A&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href=http://www.sendspace.com/file/a31j3m&gt;This Heat - Sleep&lt;/A&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be kind and don't sneeze all over your hands.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7372598909855251451-5658989371412807633?l=wearemurderers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wearemurderers.blogspot.com/feeds/5658989371412807633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7372598909855251451&amp;postID=5658989371412807633' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7372598909855251451/posts/default/5658989371412807633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7372598909855251451/posts/default/5658989371412807633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearemurderers.blogspot.com/2007/09/doctor-doctor.html' title='Doctor! Doctor!'/><author><name>Ana Frightens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690264024986662059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7372598909855251451.post-6687460073985725277</id><published>2007-09-16T13:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T13:35:24.886-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sound poetry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sound art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='avant garde'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='experimental'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='downloads'/><title type='text'>A Cathedral Of Erotic Misery</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align=justify&gt;I am an addict of Constructivism, Dadaism, avant garde, Surrealism and sound poetry, all of which are related somehow, although not directly. I am a creature of dizzy cycles and nothing is certain of when it comes around only vaguely knowledgeable of &lt;I&gt;what&lt;/I&gt; will come around. At least once a year I have what I will now refer to as my Dada season. When I was younger I discovered Dada. Then sound poetry. Then I fell in love with Kurt Schwitters, simply because the first words he greeted me with were "My name is Kurt Schwitters... I am a painter and I nail my pictures together." He was not strictly a dadaist. In simple terms, Dada is misery - Merz, his own works of art, pieces built up of found objects - is happiness. He had no interest in politics; he was a one-man movement. Merz &lt;I&gt;is&lt;/I&gt; Schwitters and Schwitters &lt;I&gt;is&lt;/I&gt; Merz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this moment I can't find a recording of An Anna Blume to share but I can direct you to &lt;I&gt;Ursonate&lt;/I&gt;, a well-known early example of sound poetry: &lt;A href=http://ubu.artmob.ca/sound/schwitters_kurt/Schwitters-Kurt_Ursonate-Merz-No.-24_1932.mp3&gt;Kurt Schwitters - Ursonate&lt;/A&gt; (save target/link as, which goes for the rest of the links on this page). UbuWeb Sound is a huge collection of sound art recordings in which I visit regularly and for which I am thankful exists or else I could not share some of these tracks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=http://ubu.artmob.ca/sound/fylkingen_text_sound/Fylkingen-Text-Sound_08_cobbing.mp3&gt;Bob Cobbing - Portrait of Robin Crozier&lt;/A&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bob Cobbing was the first explorer of sound poetry in England and a long-time experimenter in visual and performance poetry. His works in the visual, sonic and performance medias are extensive, widely varied and difficult to classify.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;A href=http://ubu.artmob.ca/sound/tzara_tristan/Tzara_Janco-Hulsenbeck_Lamiral-cherche.mp3&gt;Tristan Tzara - L'amiral Cherche Une Maison à Louer&lt;/A&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;L'amiral Cherche Une Maison à Louer&lt;/I&gt; is one of the best known examples of Dada tonal poetry, in which several voices speak, sing, whistle, and so forth simultaneously in such a way that the resulting combinations account for the total effect of the work. The simultaneous poem demonstrates the value of the human voice and is a powerful illustration of the fact that an organic work of art has a will of its own. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=http://ubu.artmob.ca/sound/chopin_henri/Chopin-Henri_Sol-Air.mp3&gt;Henri Chopin - Sol Air&lt;/A&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Henri Chopin is something like the father of sound poetry to me, not in the traditional sense of a person "being there first" (he wasn't, becoming active in his own experiments in the 50s) but because he is an explorer of sound and mapped it extensively. Initially armed with just his voice and tape recorders, he went far beyond spoken word. His work is not of any language or Word. It's diving head first into our breath and soul and exploring the true and pure focus: our own voice, with no reliance on language.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7372598909855251451-6687460073985725277?l=wearemurderers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wearemurderers.blogspot.com/feeds/6687460073985725277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7372598909855251451&amp;postID=6687460073985725277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7372598909855251451/posts/default/6687460073985725277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7372598909855251451/posts/default/6687460073985725277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearemurderers.blogspot.com/2007/09/cathedral-of-erotic-misery.html' title='A Cathedral Of Erotic Misery'/><author><name>Ana Frightens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690264024986662059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7372598909855251451.post-2112287403562939196</id><published>2007-09-13T14:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T14:49:35.823-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='electronic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='post-punk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='experimental'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='downloads'/><title type='text'>In The Beginning</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align=justify&gt;I've had a few attempts at "music blogs." Or, namely, just one: on a personal journal I would occasionally make mixes and compilations, archive them, and spend a few hours wringing my hands at terrible mp3-devouring sites like YouSendIt and SendSpace all in the name of sharing music with my peers. But it gives me a certain skin-tightening heart-leaping joy when people are turned on to the artists I spoon feed them and start asking for more tunes or where they can find the albums and such. However, I plan on maintaining this blog more on the grounds of actually sometimes-discussing/confusing myself/rambling about music and art, rather than continuously slapping up a link to ear-delight and telling everyone to get up and at 'em.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, in my biased and uninformed opinion, I bring you &lt;B&gt;We Are Murderers&lt;/B&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately I've been digging out a lot of my post-punk albums: they've been ever so slightly overshadowed by my pursuit of psychedelic music. I don't know what it is; it probably has something to do with a lot of bands currently surfacing that sound in that vein, showing appreciation for New Wave and No Wave and all sorts of experimental electronic work. Makes me feel all nostalgic and follicle tingly. I sound old/prententious for saying that seeing as I'm only seventeen and first started listening to groups like Joy Division and Suicide when I was about thirteen or fourteen, but I suppose it is because I privately and intimately discovered such artists on my own and by listening at the feet of my older friends who I had always admired for having these amazingly wild and eclectic tastes in music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href=http://www.sendspace.com/file/fzv1qm&gt;Lemon Kittens - These Men Of Old England&lt;/A&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;A href=http://www.sendspace.com/file/wihhpp&gt;Siouxsie &amp; The Banshees - Sitting Room&lt;/A&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;A href=http://www.sendspace.com/file/3tlomf&gt;Suicide - Devasation&lt;/A&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href=http://www.sendspace.com/file/z8ubfw&gt;Bauhaus - God In An Alcove&lt;/A&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href=http://www.sendspace.com/file/sfm2u4&gt;Virgin Prunes - Bau-dachong&lt;/A&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href=http://www.sendspace.com/file/s9v51x&gt;DAF - Als War's Das Letzte Mal&lt;/A&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;A href=http://www.sendspace.com/file/kkjqvz&gt;Kas Product - Man Of Time&lt;/A&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;A href=http://www.sendspace.com/file/x3jai6&gt;Pop Group - Where There's A Will&lt;/A&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href=http://www.sendspace.com/file/4g8gpt&gt;Pere Ubu - Real World&lt;/A&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href=http://www.sendspace.com/file/i5gbe6&gt;The Cravats - Working Down Underground&lt;/A&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href=http://www.sendspace.com/file/5rdckn&gt;Glaxo Babies - Because Of You&lt;/A&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;A href=http://www.sendspace.com/file/20nzeb&gt;Metal Urbain - Panik&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7372598909855251451-2112287403562939196?l=wearemurderers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wearemurderers.blogspot.com/feeds/2112287403562939196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7372598909855251451&amp;postID=2112287403562939196' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7372598909855251451/posts/default/2112287403562939196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7372598909855251451/posts/default/2112287403562939196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearemurderers.blogspot.com/2007/09/in-beginning.html' title='In The Beginning'/><author><name>Ana Frightens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690264024986662059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7372598909855251451.post-4148712921966480347</id><published>2007-09-12T15:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T19:42:16.424-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='manifesto'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='first and most important post'/><title type='text'>Manifesto (by Georges Ribemont-Dessaignes)</title><content type='html'>TO THE PUBLIC&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before going down among you to pull out your decaying teeth, your running ears, &lt;br /&gt;your tounges full of sores,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BLOCKQUOTE&gt;Before breaking your putrid bones,&lt;br /&gt;Before opening your cholera-infested belly and taking out for use as fertilizer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/BLOCKQUOTE&gt;your too fatted liver, your ignoble spleen and your diabetic kidneys,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BLOCKQUOTE&gt;Before tearing out your ugly sexual organ, incontinent and slimy,&lt;br /&gt;Before extinguishing your appetite for beauty, ecstasy, sugar, philosophy,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/BLOCKQUOTE&gt;mathematical and poetic metaphysical pepper and cucumbers,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BLOCKQUOTE&gt;Before disinfecting you with vitriol, cleansing you and shellacking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/BLOCKQUOTE&gt;you with passion,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BLOCKQUOTE&gt;Before all that,&lt;br /&gt;We shall take a big antiseptic bath,&lt;br /&gt;And we warn you&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are murderers.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/BLOCKQUOTE&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;I&gt;(Manifesto signed by Ribemont-Dessaignes and read by seven people at the demonstration at the Grand Palais des Champs Elys&amp;eacute;es, Paris, 5 February 1920.)&lt;/I&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7372598909855251451-4148712921966480347?l=wearemurderers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wearemurderers.blogspot.com/feeds/4148712921966480347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7372598909855251451&amp;postID=4148712921966480347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7372598909855251451/posts/default/4148712921966480347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7372598909855251451/posts/default/4148712921966480347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wearemurderers.blogspot.com/2007/09/manifesto.html' title='Manifesto (by Georges Ribemont-Dessaignes)'/><author><name>Ana Frightens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13690264024986662059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
