Buckminster Fuller, Air Deliverable Theater, 140-Foot Diameter, Ford Motor Company Detroit, Michigan
»capitalism kills love« by claire fontaine (+)
(via buridan)
…via This Side For Writing…
Good for a Monday.
Rowland early 80s
fingers down the throat of love
fingers down the throat of love
fingers down the throat of love
love! love!
where’s she gone? where’s she gone?
Hands up who wants to die!
Evil heat is running through me
Flame on! Flame on!
Sonny’s Burning. The Birthday Party recorded at Massey University, Palmerston North, NZ 5-MAY-1983. I saw them the following night at Victoria University, Wellington.
Well he’s a fat little insect
A fat little insect
A fat little insect
A fat little insect
And ooooooooh! here we go again
A-hideous to the eye
Well he’s a fat little insect
A fat little insect
A fat little insect
A fat little insect
And ooooooooh! here we go again
Insect - Paul Insect
fingers down the throat of love
Fears Of Gun - recorded at Massey University, Palmerston North NZ 5th May 1983
“Exciting, incomprehensible, chemically imbalanced. Junkyard is the most incredibly raunchy slab of pathos ever recorded. A sledgehammer of raging libido spiralling into murderous perversity. Soaked in bloodlust and riddled with the contaminants of love’s dirty remains. Slick with the sticky pus of a sick twist’s wet dream. It’s a filthy grind of roadhouse black’n’blues spiked with punked jazz where hammering drums, degenerate bass and the razor slice of Rowland’s ‘six strings that drew blood’ set the stage for The King to thunder, threaten and ultimately massacre any would-be contender to the heathen’s sleazy throne. Ferocious. Masterful. Demented.”
Lydia Lunch ranks Junkyard #10 in Nick Cave’s 30 Greatest Songs (Uncut September 2010)
Rowland S Howard 24-OCT-1959 - 30-DEC-2009
Mainstreet, Auckland. May 3 1983 via
Hands up who wants to die!
Evil heat is running through me
Flame on! Flame on!
Sonny’s Burning. The Birthday Party recorded at Massey University, Palmerston North, NZ 5-MAY-1983. I saw them the following night at Victoria University, Wellington.
the birthday party - 7th March 1983
My kill-hand is called E.V.I.L.
Wears a wedding band that’s G.O.O.D.
`Tis a long-suffering shackle
Collaring all that rebel blood.
And the mercy seat is waiting
And I think my head is burning
And in a way I’m yearning
To be done with all this measuring of truth.
An eye for an eye
And a tooth for a tooth
And anyway I told the truth
And I’m not afraid to die.
acoustic version