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a first new sign of life since ages

So 2007 has started, and has been running for over a month now, this is the first update since the hang out with the punks from Caustic Christ last year. Lots of things have happened inbetween and it's good to be back on track again. The sun is shining outside, and I pretty much don't care who's in the running right now on reading this blog. Actually I still have no idea what direction I'm going to be pushing this blog into.

The idea of having a blog in which I can ramble about all kinds of things is still pretty sweet. In the end I'll probably be rambling about stuff that pretty much interests me , and stuff I'll be doing or different things I care about. Crap. Kids. Love. Hardcore. That's all we care about. Keep it alive.

deutschland into the night

I don't know how much people out there actually care about this. But it's a fact that in a short time of your life a certain band gets missed. Since the demise of the True Blue, who could have been considered the next Icemen. Out of those ashes came World Collapse, keeping the world hungry by sporadically teasing us for over a couple of years now with spare mp3's.

Who still fucking cares? The year is 2007 and Reaper Records just released this brand new record by World Collapse. Hated and loved. In the end they will rule. Everything. Down.

http://www.myspace.com/worldcollapse
http://www.myspace.com/reaperrecordsusa (you need to check BSS too)




It has been on my mind for a couple of weeks, but the latest Made Out Of Babies out on Neurot Recordings is definitely the best looking record that came into my record shelves recently. Just love the confronting artwork and the "coward" message on the backsleeve. Records like these remind you on how great it is to not only obtain some good music, but some good artwork too. It even looks better on LP. You gotta have it, recorded by Steve Albini.

ps: couldn't find any info on the artwork. my copy didn't come with an inner sleeve. Sucks.

play list:
- mind eraser : clacial reign
- burnt by the sun : the perfect is the enemy of good
- freya : lift the curse
- buffallo springfield : greatest hits

caustic christ

It's raining and dark greyish and pretty much in a couple of hours Caustic Christ should be arriving in Ghent. Playing at the Frontline tonight, together with Shredder and Reproach. I'm quite looking forward to Caustic Christ since they have Aus Rotten members totally punk. People should go and check their records out on Havoc Records.

some of their lyrics:
Strangled By Progressrich fuck suburb housing plansroot out sending them on the runless and less roomstrangled by progressoverpopulation same populationvinyl siding and car port wallsare closing inhundreds of excuses whyshoot out the barrel of a gunbecome one with naturelessen the oddsmurder as sportingredient - case of beercompare yourselves to "Indians"who make sixty grand a year.

playlist for today:
- Fucked Up : Hidden World
- Congress : The Legacy
- Send More Paramedics / Zombie Apocalypse : split
- Inepsy

Not much to say actually.

- listening to John Joseph's evolution of a cro-magnon audio book.

i dream of a world where flags are nothing but cloth and the only thing that matters is love, life and freedom. where the bottom line doesn't determine life and we aren't defined by income bracket, a pretty house, faith, a lack thereof or a fucking degree. where we think before we act and act before we critique. where we think about who is next and make it cleaner than how we found it. where we mean what we say and only say what we mean and where ideals are meant to better ourselves and where we aren't afraid to say I can't. Where sorry is a liberating word and thank you comes from the heart and where we don't just watch but we decide to act. where we refuse to live only until its time to die. where we refuse to live only until its time to die. where feelings and desires mean more than quotas, expectations and disappointed stares. where we have a right to hurt, scream, cry, live, die and sit in silence just because we fucking can. I dream of a world where I can love you in spite of what keeps us apart and where second best is as good as first or a millionth. where we don't over analyze every breathe or under appreciate what our words mean to another. where we find comfort in silence and a place of peace in all of the noise and where everything that is thrown at us makes us better, stronger and more appreciative. where we celebrate life, death and all that comes in between. where songs sing to us and a loved ones words make us dance. where what we see in a mirror is a happy, satisfied and fulfilled individual and where we feel bad about how we look at others and not just because of how others look at us. i dream of a world where i can love you, where i can feel you and where i can know you without having to own you, without having to hate you or without having to fuck you. a world where i can love you, where i can feel you, where i can know you. know you without having to own you, without having to hate you, without having to fuck you. without having to fuck you in more ways than one. without having to own you, without having to hate you, without having to fuck you in more ways than one. where a smile isn't a rare gift and where sadness isn't a curse and where the two together make life worth living. where media doesn't define friend or foe and doesn't tell me how to look, how to feel, how to act and how to live. where a flower, a smile, a thought, a touch, a smell makes it all worth it and the hardest words are nothing but poetry that spills from our mouth.