Steve Cabana Presents Vol. 2: Brian Eno and David Byrne - My Life In the Bush of Ghosts

bloggingfromjail Music correspondent Steve Cabana reviews a variety of records from around the world, often on recommendation from a music-loving friend.



I got on the web and looked up some stuff about this one, because I just don't get what the fuck is going on in any of these records, and the douche-bag who wrote the review for it wrote: "The aural terror within this release graces the eardrums in much the same way plaster of paris numbly nudges the olfactory receptors." Huh? I had high marks in all my English classes, so I understand every word in that bullshit sentence; that isn't the problem. I mean, I use the word "misanthropy" in one of these reviews, for the sake of fuck. Plus that was a semicolon back there, and it was used flawlessly.

I'm gonna go ahead and write my own take on this "record," and maybe I can get paid to be on the web, too: When I was like 13, I used to think italics was pronounced "Idduh-licks," and I said it out loud in front of the class and everybody laughed, especially the smart, kind of ugly but theoretically fuckable girl who sat next to me. She looked at me and said, "It's pronounced 'eyetallicks,' stupid." The way I felt then is pretty much how I feel while I'm listening to this right now.

If you would like to send a record for Steve to review, contact the editor at agustin-mojica@gmail.com.

Steve Cabana Presents Vol. 1: Fuck Buttons - Street Horrrsing

bloggingfromjail Music correspondent Steve Cabana reviews a variety of records from around the world, usually on recommendation from a friend.

Fuck Buttons / Street Horrrsing

Okay, it's a bunch of bells ringing while someone shaves. What the fuck. I'm gonna have to crack open a chilly one to get through this one, and you probably will too. Thank god everybody steals all their CDs off the web in the modern times, because if this ended up on a Best Buy shelf it would be a total worldwide suicide risk.

I think the real problem with this record is when he starts yelling because he cut himself shaving. And then it sounds like he takes the shaving device and starts finding other people to hurt with the shaver. Oh, and there's bells tinkling around in the background, which is what probably qualifies this as "music" to the people who eat this garbage up. I don't need this kind of misanthropy when it's fuckin' sunny out. I'm turning this off. I guess the thesis of this review is, "probably don't even listen to this for free."

Peace.

If you would like to send a record for Steve to review, contact the editor at agustin-mojica@gmail.com.