SANCTUARY PRESENTS
URCEUS EXIT "COMPENSATION FOR THE SOUND OF SILENCE" ALBUM RELEASE PARTY!
SATURDAY SEPTEMBER 19 / CLUB 23 WEST / 5$ COVER DRESSED UP, 6$ IN PLAINCLOTHES
Featuring a full preview of the record between 9:30 and 10:30 and prize giveaways throughout the night! Plus your DJs R-Lex and Contrasoma with special guest DJ Manos raining terror on the dancefloor all night long!
Additionally, Skank will have two for one cover with a ticket stub from either the Revolting Cocks or Pet Shop Boys shows happening tonight! As always cover is also two for one with a cab receipt and free before 10 p.m. (11 p.m. for Students.)
Some of what you can expect to hear tonight:
Urceus Exit, Revolting Cocks, Pet Shop Boys, Aesthetic Perfection, Memmaker, Prodigy, Skinny Puppy, Combichrist, Pop Will Eat Itself, Rotersand, The Presets, The Chameleons UK, IAMX, Marilyn Manson, Neuroticfish, Project Pitchfork, Colony 5, Christian Death, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, The Jesus & Mary Chain, Seabound and more!
We'll see you there!
September is gonna be rad for events, check out some of the upcoming parties I'll be spinning at!
Sunday September 6th
Love & Sex & Industrial: The Goth/Punk/Fetish Long Weekend Party at Celebrities! It’s been almost a year since the last time the mighty Skank crew invaded Celebs, so we’re roaring back with a night of banging tunes and dangerous style, featuring a fetish fashion show from Flaming Angels, Deadly Couture and Priape(NSFW)! Expect to hear a lot of industrial, punk and alternative with a dark, sexy edge.
( Poster behind the cut... )
Saturday September 12th
Saturday September 19th
Sanctuary is hosting the CD release party for Urceus Exit’s new record Compensation for the Sound of Silence. Myself and DJ Contrasoma (or as our tag team is known, La Gotha Nostra) will be busting out all manner of Synthpop, EBM, Industrial, New Wave, Goth and related tunes to celebrate one of Van’s longest running and most accomplished local artists! More details to be announced soon!
Sunday September 20th
I will be DJing the Urceus Exit/Landscape Body Machine/iVardensphere show at the Media Club. Super excited, I’m a fan of all three groups and am mighty psyched to check them all out live! Tix for the show are only $10, make sure you come out to support some local acts and our guests from Edmonton!
Let me set the scene for you. I am 5 years old, slight and sweet, precocious as all of creation. Seriously, I was fucking adorable, I don't know what the fuck happened to me that I turned out like this. Anways, my folks and I are at the house of family friends in Toronto. Their son who is a few years older has some comics, which they direct me towards to keep me occupied while they do boring grown-up bullshit. Remember, this was a few years before Nintendo, which completely changed the way parents occupy kids, for reals. I flip through the pile, and a cover catches my eye. It was this:
Come on, I know this was a quarter century ago, and we've since had any number of paradigm shifts in the field of shit-that-will-blow-a-five-year-old-kid's-m
So yeah. Secret Wars #4 came out in August of 1984, making it 25 years old this month. It's not the best comic I own, but it was the first time I ever got that special feeling, that rush of being genuinely engaged and excited by a piece of art however dubious. So it deserves some props for that. Props Secret Wars #4. Props.
*I kid the anime fandom. God bless your blinders-on cultural fetishization and obsessive ethnological tourism. Also your teenage girls.
Dude, this healthcare reform thing down south is some of the most batfuck insanity I've seen in a while.
His name is Tobey Starks. Also Tobi Wan Kenobi, BJ (Babytrix Junior), Blackie Onassis and many more I'm sure...
Hey, what if Lady Gaga wasn't bullshit? Some shades of Goldfrapp in there as well, a super breezy fun electro-pop record.
9. Junior Boys - Begone Dull Care
More downtempo and introspective than previous albums, but still with the same sensibility for weird new romantic balladeering.
8. Bat for Lashes - Two Suns
Man, it's about time someone got the Kate Bush torch passed to them and ran like fuck with it.
7. Antony & the Johnsons - The Crying Light
Maybe his saddest and least uplifting album, but still profoundly engaging. Few artists can evoke such sentiment so genuinely.
6. Telefon Tel Aviv - Immolate Yourself
Dreamy and organic counterpointed with glitchy beats and textures. Can I use a record critic word like "enveloping" here?
5. White Lies - To Lose My Life...
Fuck the haters, this record delivers solid, fun and listenable post-post-punk hooks, beginning to end.
4. Current 93 - Aleph at Hallucinatory Mountain
The current collaborative incarnation of c93 gives us something we haven't heard from them before while maintaining the crazy ass Tibetisms we all know and love.
3. Fever Ray - s/t
Close enough to the Knife to hold us down, but unique enough to remain relevant as a Karin solo joint. The dark half of female electro pop.
2. Wolves in the Throneroom - Black Cascade
Black Metal from deep in the pacific northwest, jettisonning every bullshit, childish convention of the genre in favor of truly submersive atmospherics.
1. The Horrors - Primary Colours
To everyone who wrote off the band when the first record came out, I'd like to give a hearty FUCK YOU. Primary Colours is on some next level psychedelic/garage shit, no doubt.
Brody Dalle's music from now when she is married to Josh Homme from Queens of the Stone Age:
Just sayin', is all.
I should note that I actually thought the DIstillers were pretty good, and inasmuch as I can enjoy something like the Spinnerette song, I do.
Picture by Morgan Beare from the Luvaffair Cevin Key/Stephen Gilmore event. Great night.
"I am not a fan of books. I would never want a book's autograph. I am a proud non-reader of books. I like to get information from doing stuff like actually talking to people and living real life."
-Kanye West, anti-intellectual and author.
I have little to report of late which seems odd. I mean, sometimes when I take stock of my life I am like “Wow, who woulda thought that some day I would be a high-powered, jet-setting secret agent of repute?” shortly before realizing that that is actually only in my fanfic where Andre the Giant and the Justice League need my help to defeat Cobra Commander in a Street Fighter II tournament. All jokes aside, I think my life is pretty exciting! I get to do the stuff I love, with good folks, living in a city which I adore. Sometimes I forget that I get to DJ at two well-established and notorious alternative parties, that I have a job which is totally interesting and where I learn a lot and a fantastic girlfriend who is the bee’s knees! Stuff is so good in fact that I need to resurrect slang from the thirties to express it. You could say that I’m really “cookin’ with gas”, while “ridin’ the trolley” and “dying of drought due to soil erosion because I did not rotate my crops”!
Here is some upcoming business!
- Star Trek advance screening tonight. Thanks to the generous and extremely tolerant Tabatha! I am wearing my Star Fleet Command shirt. The movie looks good, and I am not so much of a stickler for continuity in Trek. I certainly will not be using my Blackberry to Twitter how indignant I am about the changes to the established timeline from the theater while updating JJ Abrams’ Wikipedia article with the words “rapist” and “dream-killer”. That’d be crazy.
- Festival Kinetik in vielle
Phew! Being an opinionated dick is thirsty work!
- DJing main room at Sin City this weekend. Medical themed party. Been awhile since I mainlined it at Vancouver's longest running fetish event, and the Medical party always brings some fine costumes. Will I drink way too much of my new summer cocktail (Jager and Soda) and sing Robert Palmer’s “Bad Case of Loving You (Doctor, Doctor)” over the mic? Show up to find out!
- On May 18h local hobo and Star Wars enthusiest Rheanna Fancypants is releasing a limited run print of her piece "Vive La Mort". You should purchase one! Here are the details! If you like lowbrow art, you should totally get one, seriously, this is so lowbrow that it is god damn Cro-Magnon.
Jesus Christ fandom. Jesus fucking Christ.
Converse Black Sabbath inspired Steve Purcells. Between these and my Slayer kicks I am accumulating a small collection of fashionable metal footwear. Now if only Wolves in the Throneroom would put out a comfy pair of sandals.
Alternate post title: Because only fairies wear boots.
Tonight I will be attending the Friendly Fires/White Lies show at Richards on Richards. I'm pretty psyched, White Lies' record is fun and has big epic rock songs that recollect The Teardrop Explodes and Echo & the Bunnymen and NOT Joy Division, jesus god damn christ internet music writers, stop using JD as shorthand for "dark indie" you lazy assholes. I digress. What I am interested in is that when this tour was booked it seemed like Friendly Fires were the headliners, but since then the White Lies album came out and went number one in the UK and all of a sudden I'm seeing their video on TV and shit. So I wonder if the Fires will get bumped to support status, as I'm sure most of the crowd will be there for the band who have a banner ad on like every music site.
Tomorrow night is Rock and Roll High School: The Long Weekend Party Edition, what with Friday being the anniversary of our lord and savior dying for our sins. Rest in Piece Sam Kinison. DJs Jonny Vancouver and Pandemonium will be blasting tunes like they were driving around in a Camaro with the T-Top down. I will be joining them for a quick guest set, which I have not worked out yet but which I guarantee will involve X, The Misfits, The Dead Milkmen and possibly ? & the Mysterians. I would love to see you there, especially if you love rock n' roll, and not in that fake way like when Britney Spears covered Joan Jett and thought it was Pat Benatar. Sidebar: I do not wish to imply that Joan Jett is somehow more authentic or "real" then Pat Benatar. After all, Joan didn't write most of her good songs herself either.
Friday night I'm going to a party. I'm not gonna put the details here, because it's not my party and I don't want it getting crashed by my massive internet following, ya heard? I will give you a hint though. It will involve dip. The kind you eat, not the kind that they used in "Who Framed Roger Rabbit?" to kill toons and traumatize the living shit out of me. God, they'd show anything to kids in the eighties, that movie has a weird undercurrent of beastiality that didn't bother me at the time but kind of makes me squirmy now. Is that how Mr. Hands got started? Best not to think about it too hard.
Saturday night will be Easter Sin City. I'm playing in De:Basement with DJ Pyxis. That will be fun, especially because Easter Sin is one of the biggest parties of the year, because apparently there is some kind of connection between religion and kinky sex stuff. No, it's totally true! I read about it on the internet. That said, we also have a tradition of some sexy and occasionally unsettling Easter Bunny themed outfits, and that alone is worth the price of admission. Did I mention that DJ Pandemonium and DJ Betti Forde will be annihilating the main room (metaphorically) with decadent dancefloor gems? You don't even know.
Sunday will be a day of rest I figure. Also maybe a day of throwing up. Me or someone else, who is to say. I'm not the boss, I have no dominion over who gets sick from drink and needs to spend a day on the couch watching Gargoyles on DVD and drinking diet soda right out of the two liter bottle.
So maybe I will see you in the next couple days and when we do see each other we will hug and be so happy to both be together having a radical time AT THE SAME TIME. That'd do me proper.
I love this one. I love the Terminator head, I love the little circles with our heads in them a la Tales from the Crypt, just everything about it screams "industrial as fuck". So good.
This one is based on an image created specifically for Sin City by local artist Pilar Alvarez. It has a really different look from a lot of the other promotional materials on the street, it reminds me of a lot of something from Lost Girls.
I say yes.
I also say however that you end up with a pretty entertaining movie that is a lot of fun to look at. I mean, it's not really Watchmen, it's way too cartoony and occasionally awkward and unsubtle to ever be the faithful adaptation it wants to be. Some of the acting is suspect and there is some ridiculous violence for absolutely no good reason, but it did enough right to satisfy me and engage me for it's running length.
Thanks to my baby, I now own a REALLY nice pair of shoes. I’m talking super fancy, the kind of shoes that the Great Gatsby would put on when he had to put the smooth on some dime in the thirties by singing her a song in a rowboat or some shit. At least I assume this is what the Great Gatsby did when he ran a game on a girl, I never finished reading that book. But I digress. Behold:
SLAYER SHOES.
For those of you who may not be familiar with Slayer, allow me to explain. Slayer are a group of four grown men who are united by two universal truths:
1) Satan is radical.
2) Playing your instruments slow is for pussies.
They may also be united by the belief that Dave Mustaine should just shut up already (because seriously the statute of limitations for respecting him for writing Four Horseman expired like a million years ago) but it might only be Kerry King who thinks that. Slayer should not ever be confused with Buffy the Vampire Slayer, who is also pretty cool, but who did not ever write a song about cutting someones face off and wearing it as a mask. Actually I do not know for a fact that she didn’t, but if she did they did not ever show it on TV and therefore it is not germane to this discussion. When listening to Slayer it is traditional to drink the kind of beer that homeless people look at and go “No thanks, I still have some Listerine back at the refrigerator box.” Although it is no longer always observed, it is considered good form to always pronounce the name of the band as “SLAAAAAAAAAYER!” at the top of your lungs while your friend carves their name into your arm with an exacto knife.
I heard from a friend who is a doctor that this one time, a kid was born with a tattoo of a goat head in a pentagram on his neck because his parents were totally rocking out to Seasons in the Abyss on the stereo when he was conceived.
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