Or, two beautiful reviews, two automobiles die.
The fates meddle and meddle and melded some more!
Out carriage has turned into a pumpkin , and the wheel barrel that hangs around just in case of emergency has turned to dust! To dust to dust to dust.
Thus we had to back out of the wonderful Rhode Island "gotharama 2005"
it really hurt that we couldnt preform at this show. we feel like Lavinia, ravished- severed hands and tounge. how the warm blood flows...
Do check out one of their other nights!
http://www.ri-gotharama.com/
in more positive news here is a review that is in the November issuse of "The Noise"
OPTIC ROSE
Whitechapel 13 songs
Optic Rose sends a charming handmade press kit with some strange dried fern-like plant inside. I put the plant to my nose and breathe it in repeatedly on several occasions, as it has a lovely, foreign smell and I think: What is this phenomenon with kids from the wilds of New Hampshire that Ive met who are so macabre and morbid? Their Legendary-Pink-Dots-meets-Throbbing- Gristle CD Whitechapel has lyrics that reflect their grisly obsession with death, murder, and torture and definitely would make me think twice about spending an evening with the pair in an old house in the woods. Or perhaps the tight-knit Mary Kelley and Walter Sickert of Optic Rose share a unique non-Western attitude about death being just another part of life. From the song Mk: I am the end light 1942, U and M and I---anyone whos ever visited war-destroyed cities in Europe or elsewhere can relate to the eerie feeling that there may be souls floating under the pavement. Optic Rose wants to bring them to the surface for you. (Leah Callahan)
and our preformance of the last Kabarett 16 bit by the "outlaw goatee", poet
Edward J. Carvalho (http://www.edwardjcarvalho.com/blog/blog_main.htm) :
Optic Rose closed the evening with a ghoulish and freakishly realistic set rife with theatrical dementia and images you might find in "Young Goodman Brown." Satanic is too jolly a word for it. Clad in the all-in-black tradition of Johnny Cash and dreadlocked like two more sinister Rob Zombies, the duo of Walter Sickert and Mary Kelly tore it up for lack of a better term. They already know I'm a fan of such pieces as "Sacrilege", which was their opener but then they launched into this really aggressive industrial track (first time I believe I heard this piece and not sure on the title) that was a cross between the old Rob Halford project, "Two", Orgy and NIN. It was really much more original than what I can describe for you here / hear. There were tea pot sets - plastic and ceramic - destroyed on stage, pints of fake blood used for dollie autopsies and the like, cupie masterbation (holy mother of God, I'm speechless). Let us not forget Walter tearing out at least three to four dreads from Mary's head (not joshing you here - he ripped them OUT OF HER HEAD and then tied them to his mike cord while continuing to sing). Suffice it to say, once again, this duo managed to scare the bejeezus out of me and any who were in attendance. I had to leave right before the final song to catch the T back home but to Optic Rose I would like to say, keep doing what you are doing because your commitment to your art and your sheer raw talent will bring you beaucoup success down the line. I'm a huge fan. Oh - almost forgot - the doilies. I was helping Mary Kelly tape some of these down as decorative ornament to their latest CD release, "Whitechaple."
The fates meddle and meddle and melded some more!
Out carriage has turned into a pumpkin , and the wheel barrel that hangs around just in case of emergency has turned to dust! To dust to dust to dust.
Thus we had to back out of the wonderful Rhode Island "gotharama 2005"
it really hurt that we couldnt preform at this show. we feel like Lavinia, ravished- severed hands and tounge. how the warm blood flows...
Do check out one of their other nights!
http://www.ri-gotharama.com/
in more positive news here is a review that is in the November issuse of "The Noise"
OPTIC ROSE
Whitechapel 13 songs
Optic Rose sends a charming handmade press kit with some strange dried fern-like plant inside. I put the plant to my nose and breathe it in repeatedly on several occasions, as it has a lovely, foreign smell and I think: What is this phenomenon with kids from the wilds of New Hampshire that Ive met who are so macabre and morbid? Their Legendary-Pink-Dots-meets-Throbbing- Gristle CD Whitechapel has lyrics that reflect their grisly obsession with death, murder, and torture and definitely would make me think twice about spending an evening with the pair in an old house in the woods. Or perhaps the tight-knit Mary Kelley and Walter Sickert of Optic Rose share a unique non-Western attitude about death being just another part of life. From the song Mk: I am the end light 1942, U and M and I---anyone whos ever visited war-destroyed cities in Europe or elsewhere can relate to the eerie feeling that there may be souls floating under the pavement. Optic Rose wants to bring them to the surface for you. (Leah Callahan)
and our preformance of the last Kabarett 16 bit by the "outlaw goatee", poet
Edward J. Carvalho (http://www.edwardjcarvalho.com/blog/blog_main.htm) :
Optic Rose closed the evening with a ghoulish and freakishly realistic set rife with theatrical dementia and images you might find in "Young Goodman Brown." Satanic is too jolly a word for it. Clad in the all-in-black tradition of Johnny Cash and dreadlocked like two more sinister Rob Zombies, the duo of Walter Sickert and Mary Kelly tore it up for lack of a better term. They already know I'm a fan of such pieces as "Sacrilege", which was their opener but then they launched into this really aggressive industrial track (first time I believe I heard this piece and not sure on the title) that was a cross between the old Rob Halford project, "Two", Orgy and NIN. It was really much more original than what I can describe for you here / hear. There were tea pot sets - plastic and ceramic - destroyed on stage, pints of fake blood used for dollie autopsies and the like, cupie masterbation (holy mother of God, I'm speechless). Let us not forget Walter tearing out at least three to four dreads from Mary's head (not joshing you here - he ripped them OUT OF HER HEAD and then tied them to his mike cord while continuing to sing). Suffice it to say, once again, this duo managed to scare the bejeezus out of me and any who were in attendance. I had to leave right before the final song to catch the T back home but to Optic Rose I would like to say, keep doing what you are doing because your commitment to your art and your sheer raw talent will bring you beaucoup success down the line. I'm a huge fan. Oh - almost forgot - the doilies. I was helping Mary Kelly tape some of these down as decorative ornament to their latest CD release, "Whitechaple."
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murkling:
Yes,yes he does. I am thinking of getting him a gift membership here.
vegavenom:
Happy Effin Thanxgiving!!! 