Went and saw Night of the Living Dead w kid and friends at Cinema du Parc. I confess I had never seen it before and it’s a starkly effective movie still. Interesting to think about how shocking it was in 1968 - it’s not exactly a documentary style film, but it has an unadorned realism that doesn’t ask you to suspend a lot of disbelief. The kids were engaged, if not utterly horrified. The sound design is fucking awesome, by someone named Richard Lococo, and I wish I could find what kind of echo device he used because whatever it is is all over this movie and it’s mesmerizing. I spent a good chunk of the movie annoyed with most of the characters, and it’s only on reflection now that I realize Ben was only able to behave with such composure in the face of this erosion of human reality because, for a Black man in America, such existential violence has always been lurking around the corner, the whole world’s already infested with ghouls. When we got home I remembered this thing from a few years ago, where Yamantaka // Sonic Titan did an original score for the movie, which I am now watching:

Every once in awhile I am reminded that I have vestigial 90s emo guy sideburns.
Clikatat Ikatowi live at Spin Records 1995 #punkhouseplaylist

“Hey Alexa, am I a Gigachad?”
Why oh why did I agree to buy him this thing
A friend suggested we try and write some thrashy hc songs as a project, so like a dork I had to put together a pedalboard before even writing a note*. I’m sure I’d still fail the “does it chug” guy’s test, but this gets pretty fuckin gnarly. Stacking a Dirty Rat into a Turbo Rat totally kinda does the HM-2 chainsaw thing
*This is not entirely true, I have a couple ideas in the bag
“This is making me never want to eat chicken again.”
Thank you, David Cronenberg