21st century rituals. Hipster Boy Offspring demonstrates the art of post tapas texting.
"Feastingonroadkill, the biggest prick I've tumbled across" - Mabel Moments
Jeffrey Lewis: ‘If You Shoot The Head You Kill The Ghoul”
Don’t you ever tell me this fucking tumblog isn’t educational.
The internet brings me stuff like this.
I heart the internet.
Always Mr Feastingonroadkill’s favourite Beatle.
And fuck, would her voiceovers have made Thomas The Tank Engine interesting…
Mr Chzane. This may help wean you off ambient drone. My new favourite jam.
Goldie Lookin Chain: ‘Baneswell Express’
All new GLC. Best thing to come out of South Wales since Shirley Bassey.
Goldie Lookin Chain: ‘Livin At Home’
"Like Harold Shipman, not wanted in my old folks home"
“Where the broadcasting of horror is concerned, television has, since the end of the last century, been the (live) site of a constant raising of the stakes and, particularly with the increase in live coverage, it has provided us with an instantaneous transmission of cataclysms and incidents that have broadly anticipated disaster movies. Moreover, after the standardization of opinion, which began in the nineteenth century, we are now seeing the sudden synchronization of emotions. TV channels’ competition for viewers has turned the catastrophic accident into a scoop, if not indeed a fantastic spectacle which all pursue with equal vigour.
When Guy Debord spoke of the “society of the spectacle”, he omitted to mention that this scenarization of life was organized around sexuality and violence; a sexuality which the 1960s claimed to liberate, whereas what was actually happening was a progressive abolition of societal inhibitions, regarded by the Situationists as so many unbearable straitjackets. As was so well expressed at the time by one of the officials of the Festival du Film Fantastique d’Avoriaz, “At last death will have replaced sex and the serial killer the Latin lover”! Television – a “museum of horrors” or a “tunnel of death” – has, then, gradually transformed itself into a kind of altar of human sacrifice, using and abusing the terrorist scene and serial massacres; it now plays more on repulsion than on seduction.”
Paul Virilio: ‘The Museum Of Accidents”
Think on as you watch this September day.