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Comatosis
Hey man, come on in... Fight your way through the smoke to the pews...Pull up a seat, the guys are about to lay down some mellow vibes... Lean back, and enjoy...
This is a page dedicated to my musical alterego, who spends all of his time using all of my time. If you are interested in hearing some of my shit, you are welcome to mail me and ask for a tape. I am currently finishing a new ep, and I think it's great. If you mail me and ask what kind of music it is, I will not be able to tell you. You'll have to guess based on some of the bands I listen to, and how great I am.
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This is one of my favourite images. Ever. I think it's grate. The gratest thing ever.
This is my good friend Hal. I took this picture on his birthday. I think he likes to be in pictures. And I like him to be. I like it a lot. More than anything. I like Hal. He's my friedn. He takes me on long walks sometimes. And we go out dancing. Sometimes we dance till dawn, and then we watch the sun rise from his anus. It is a wondrous site, oh yes. A wondrous site. Later, when we have slept it off, we rise, and greet the coming eve, with it's partisans, and eunuchs, and ladies of the nite ("Five bob to you, sir.."), and we gather upon the town hall steps to see the stars come out from the awards ceremonies, and try to trip them up, and steal their insoles. If we can, we steal the insoles before we trip them up. We do not want sullied soles. We love those insoles, me an Hal. Sometimes, when we sit at the edge of the lake on the mountain, we burn those starlet insoles, and see who can communicate with the gods first. Hal usually wins, though. He's good at it. He says it's because he was raised by half of a travelling circus troupe, and that as a child, he had the biggest pencil case in his class, and sometimes the other children would put their pencils in his box. Hal says he didn't like that bit, but that it was ok, cuz they would never find the bodies, and that even if they did, they would never be able to identify them, but I'm not sure what he means by that, but I don't mind too much, cos I like Hal. He's my friedn. He doesn't talk much, but that's not because he isn't real. Because he is. |
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words are all i have, to take your heart away...
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Influences?
OK, so I won't even give you a hint of what my music sounds like, but I am willing to give a list of bands I think are cool. Maybe then you can try to hazard a guess as to what style of aural assault I bombard my listeners with. I will probably disagree, though. Some of the following bands are direct influences, but mainly they're just who I listen to.
In no particular order...
01 Karma To Burn
02 Aphex Twin
03 Headswim (circa "Flood")
04 Bullyrag
05 Devin Townsend (especially Strapping Young Lad and Infinity)
06 Monster Magnet
07 Squid
08 Vast
09 David Hillyard And The Rocksteady Seven
10 Sublime
11 Ko-Wreck Technique
12 Everlast
13 Tool
14 Scott Weiland/STP
15 Nine Inch Nails
16 Bad Religion
17 Terrorvision
18 White/Rob Zombie
19 Far
20 Weezer
I understand that you probably won't have heard of some of these bands. I'm not being deliberately obscure, they're just who I'm into. If you haven't heard of one of these bands, go and buy a record, and then you will have. I did try to list bands you might have heard of...
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Credits for Comatosis
All tracks written, performed and produced by Angel, at Arkham, two thousand. For Angel Sarah. (c) two thousand, Angel. All samples copyright of their respective owners. Nullius in verba.
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This is one of my favourite mirror images.
This is my good friedn Hal. I took this picture on his birthday. I think he likes to be in pictures. Oh yes, I think he likes it a lot. If he ceases to be in pictures, and we cease to lok at him, does Hal cease to exist? Or do we?..
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