BLACK NOISE/IT'S WAR BOYS!/THE HOMOSEXUALS SPECIAL

wce s02 #005

Don't cry for Steve Jobs cry for the jobless 24 hour commodity fetishism flowers outside a fucking living corporate tomb some entire lifes work dedicated to making things easier better faster bro never wrote a single episode of Dads Army or got heavy wreckoed with John Renbourne slavering techno oblivion humping off the back of Ayn Rands skid marked test tube baby you can shove yer silicon valley up yer caramac pipe hippy no long hairs allowed.

Apologies for leaving you hanging there sugarpop. Me and Chris Awkward been smashing it at the Tusk festival in Newcastle. Intense man to man bacon swapping aktion.

Back, although not necessarily with any bone.

Last episode I piped new shit from a brand new label down your vibro-holes. This week it's all about pure old stuff. Like, before Ipads and that. Round the time of the third or fourth episode of Our Friends In The North like.

The Homosexuals done got a fair claim at being one of the most champion overlooked and downright inspirational cabals in all of the UK punk scene... although int' it, really... I mean, punks all postcards and mohawks and growing up to be a property developer for a lot of folk eh? Not these cunts.

They always sounded so fucking indoors, like everything outside their own windows was full of danger... luckily though they had obviously raided the only freak bloke in the neighbourhoods record collection before they decided to birth their own eco system squat experiments, snorting up otherworldly psyche, heavy dub and porno garage spunk, occasionally ripping up the odd cracked hook from somewhere behind the back of the sofa and casually frittering it away into a pan with some beans and farting it back out into the ether as some loop heavy homespun concrete project.

I love them.

And if that sounds wank, check what Forced Exposure had to say about the pimpin' three disc Astral Glamour collection that Messthetics put out a bit ago:

"They wrote and recorded for five years, but they never took out an advert, sent out a promotional record, or got paid for a gig. The legend has grown, and today the Homosexuals are arguably the most acclaimed-and-least-heard band of the postpunk era."

When Forced Exposure speaks, you bloody well listen. Standard.

I love them.

The best thing about them was that they were the total forerunners of that 2000s explosion of different bedroom bound fuckers pumping out new blats every other week under different names, often with markedly different results but always with that... summat...

You know when you've heard a Homosexuals related record. You just do.

So tonight, I'm bringing you a mix of some of my favorite homo related releases, all tossed out there by Black Noise or It's War Boys, their D.I.Y up yours moneybags labels. This shit was a beacon back in the day.

And I'm also gonna play you some wild new stuff from the likes of John Olson and Nate Youngs alcoholically spooked bass/sax/electronics duo Stare Case, some harrowing Romanian funeral folk, private press German synth obscura, some totally what-the-fuck Russian industrial bass and some kid from the states who sounds like he lunches on Jolly Ranchers and shoves E's up his arse for supper.

Posted at 22:23, 13th October 2011