The Black Currents

The Black Currents LIVE at the Good Hurt - April 28th @ 9pm!

Sully likes our blackface growl. We like Sully's (and Corey's and Earl's and Ryan's) joint. The time has come to break sound with friends again and so we will return to the Good Hurt on April 28th. Let's get a little sweaty and do the pagan grind the way we love to, hey? In the past they had rent parties and hellfighter rallies for purposes akin to what we will visit on that Saturday. Be there and meet Dragan, the Black Falcon. I'll see you on the stripper pole.

The Black Currents celebrate Richard Duguay pt 2

At LALive in Eagle Rock (?) your heroes got down and bent sound for a Mr. Richard Duguay who entered his 50s covered in ink and accompanied by his amazing wife Paula and many shaggy rockers. More pics here! 
 

Simmer

Apparently you can't live without the lows. That is the news radiating from all corners as Agent Mighty and I meet Simmer, the emigrant stunt driver with retractable claws and personal information about gravity that gets passed through hidden wiring nanowoven into her hands and eyes.

Universes

I fought for that parking space and tattooed gangsters clicked their guns. 

The Snow Provides Cover

A wise teacher once told me: know the feeling of power held in reserve.

Goodbye, Ghost In Glass

We are all dying. All of us. Telomeres separate from your helix and you oxidize. The only way you distinguish yourself from the the pack is with your style. So dying, really, is no big deal.

Orgone - Sophisticated Honky

(This came in from the one and only DJNYC. Everyone needs a filter- when you bet on DJNYC.com, you bet to win- Agent 777)

This is such a great album of funk/soul/jazz. If you missed it's release By Ubiquity Records in '07, highly recommend checking it out. Great versions of Funky Nassau, I Get Lifted and It's What You Do.

Orgone - Sophisticated Honky

via www.discjockeynyc.com

Every Beautiful Thing is Hunted

In the North Tower of Notre Dame there is a graffiti dating back to the fifteenth century: "N'importe ou je vole, les fleches me suivent," which translates loosely as, "Wherever I fly, arrows follow."

Color by a Drunken Corsair

All time is happening at once. Which makes your watch the first thing to forget when you need to do anything meaningful. Our neighbors have all been robbed, their computers and jewelry stolen, so we encased our house in steel and light. We need another month here to finish what we came to do and then we can lob a grenade over our shoulders at our HQ and disappear into the next frame of this spy film.

Agent Mighty and I enter the blue room today to begin our first full length record.

Funny how putting it all down kind of kills something in the band. But it also sets something free.

Will you man the gun turret at my house until the scavengers come out?

Will you protect the nest while I do my best?

Agent Triple Seven

If You See My Pigmeat

Fulton Allen became Blind Boy Fuller this way. He was on the case, staring mistrust in the face and the air kissed his eyes with acid. Agent Mighty and I were in Shibuya to deliver the Accidental Pistol to Tanaka, who was a weasel for the Tokyo Yakuza.