Attacked by Beige Polo Beach Togs...
TLASILA: Live, The Edge, Ft. Lauderdale, Florida (XS Music Fest), December 1, 1995
Newly transferred; I'd not listened to the tape in nearly twelve years...
The verdict? Complete fucking chaos.
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The set began with a dim-witted security guard clotheslining Ben Wolcott just as he'd cradled my dad's diesel-powered leaf blower in his arms. Luckily, Ben was fairly, uhh, loose (we commonly indulged in the odd n*rc*tic vice back in the day), so the lunging buffoon's assault failed to cause grave injury. Rat had sufficient foresight to run our gear through the backline instead of the house PA; although though the club quickly pulled the plug on us, we couldn't be silenced without darkening the entire complex. (Brilliant...) My mic was lost when the manager gave us the hook, but I could still be heard shouting through the din...
So, here it is: TLASILA in transition, 30-minuten mannercreme and Vedder Vedder Bedwetter under our belts (with Prostitution Heute!, "Helen Butte" vs. Masonna Pussy Badsmell, the initial, eventually unreleased version of Where a Horse Has Been Standing and Where You Belong, and two hours of Wigmaker rough mixes in the can or in queue), veterans of two national tours and a fuckload of (frequently catastrophic) Florida gigs, but nonetheless loathed, gouged, trampled upon and given no option but to open for generic blues, boogie, industrial and metal outfits, all of whom vanished soon after...
Perfection!
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Ben Wolcott - oscillator, leaf blower, 20-pound bag of flour
Rat Bastard - bass
Tom Smith - voice, tape
A great, grating 18 minutes.
Here.
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Stone Temple Rape Me Mojito,
Green River Jeremy
Newly transferred; I'd not listened to the tape in nearly twelve years...
The verdict? Complete fucking chaos.
--
The set began with a dim-witted security guard clotheslining Ben Wolcott just as he'd cradled my dad's diesel-powered leaf blower in his arms. Luckily, Ben was fairly, uhh, loose (we commonly indulged in the odd n*rc*tic vice back in the day), so the lunging buffoon's assault failed to cause grave injury. Rat had sufficient foresight to run our gear through the backline instead of the house PA; although though the club quickly pulled the plug on us, we couldn't be silenced without darkening the entire complex. (Brilliant...) My mic was lost when the manager gave us the hook, but I could still be heard shouting through the din...
So, here it is: TLASILA in transition, 30-minuten mannercreme and Vedder Vedder Bedwetter under our belts (with Prostitution Heute!, "Helen Butte" vs. Masonna Pussy Badsmell, the initial, eventually unreleased version of Where a Horse Has Been Standing and Where You Belong, and two hours of Wigmaker rough mixes in the can or in queue), veterans of two national tours and a fuckload of (frequently catastrophic) Florida gigs, but nonetheless loathed, gouged, trampled upon and given no option but to open for generic blues, boogie, industrial and metal outfits, all of whom vanished soon after...
Perfection!
--
Ben Wolcott - oscillator, leaf blower, 20-pound bag of flour
Rat Bastard - bass
Tom Smith - voice, tape
A great, grating 18 minutes.
Here.
--
Stone Temple Rape Me Mojito,
Green River Jeremy
Comments
- Roger
Man, those were primitive times...
There is a very ugly XS (now City Link, I suppose) ad for the festival enclosed with the mp3 file. It'll make you wanna go all Oedipus on yourself...
Everything groovy?
Best,
TS
Hope you're well too.
- Rog
Didja ever finish your mix for the Important comp, you lazy old cur? We had to extend the cut-off date to accommodate everyone's lethargy, so there's still time to warp our Noon outtakes if you want!
Looking Forward,
TS
I'll email your myspace again or something tonight with my address. Or email me at monotract@yahoo.com with details how to get them online or what have you.
TOTALLY want to get on that!
R.