TCIM anno 2014 is the best TCIM ever.
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You know those lists that people in this shitty business always write? Well, here are two of them telling you folks that TCIM is second best. Second best are actually pretty good. I guess. But that depends on what kind of list it is. This was a good list.
Check those lists out at byte.fm
Check those lists out at byte.fm
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It's with a small amount of sadness I tell you that the guy in charge of our videos, album covers and every little graphic detail, and one of my best friends, The Work of Castor, is selling his car in the only way that's him worthy. The hours I've spent in this beautiful masterpiece of kinetic energy are plenty, so are the memories. It's yours for 7500 SEK. But hurry up, yesterday his ad went bananas viral. / V
Trying out some new stuff. As always; if he can't dance to it, it ain't my revolution.
Reinventing myself and relearning old lyrics for the spot festival in Aarhus next week.
Last night, 10 minutes after I came home, on my street, 20 meters from my living room window, nazis attacked and knifed down fellow comrades and feminists on their way back home after the annual women's march (8th of march).
Writing songs, will not change a fucking shit. A punky lifestyle and angry lyrics about class warfare and urban tactics for abolishing wage slavery ain't either.
All that ma...tters right now and every time is direct action.
Do not satisfy with music with a "rebellious" "up nosy" message. Create yourself. Invent yourself. Resistance and creativity will make this world whole. Dusty poetry on a wall will not. A new record will not. Our music will not. My words will not. But we, together, can. / V Meer weergeven
Writing songs, will not change a fucking shit. A punky lifestyle and angry lyrics about class warfare and urban tactics for abolishing wage slavery ain't either.
All that ma...tters right now and every time is direct action.
Do not satisfy with music with a "rebellious" "up nosy" message. Create yourself. Invent yourself. Resistance and creativity will make this world whole. Dusty poetry on a wall will not. A new record will not. Our music will not. My words will not. But we, together, can. / V Meer weergeven
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Teaser #2.
So fucking meta. Just wanted to say that this record will blow your mind. Stay tuned.
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All you need for christmas is... Santa's Song!
Our album cover for Rest In Pieces has gone viral.
The picture with Jennifer wearing her bird skull in the abandoned porn house is being used as album cover all around the world. More fun are the fabricated stories behind the picture that ...are being spread widely. The scary, funny, disturbing and sad picture is on several pages, presented as a big mystery.
It's fun and we do not intend to break it to anyone, although I would love to give our graphical genius Castor the well deserved honour. He's been around making TCIM look good since day one and is as much of a member of this broken gang as I am. You should check more of his work out (just follow the link below).
Here are one of the stories about our cover that has been published (thos was found on reddit.com):
“You awake in a darkness. You have no recollection pf where you are, or how you got there. The last thing you remember is being at a bar and being dared to drink an entire bottle of jagermeister. How hear a slow dripping of water on concrete. You attempt to get out of the chair you're in, but your hands are bound.
"hello" you call out to the abyss.
You wait for a few minutes for a reply, but none comes. "Just great" you think to yourself. You start to struggle in your chair. A loud birds caw come from directly behind you and startles you. I light comes on, blinding you for a few seconds. As your surroundings come into view you see a silhouette of a man in front of you. You appear to be in a concrete room. There are shower heads on the walls, dripping a murky brown substance onto the grounds, and that trails off into the drain in the middle of the room. As the man comes into focus, you see that he has some sort of bird costume on.
"hello" you say to him "could you let me out of here?"
He cocks his head to the right inquisitively. He gets up out of his crouching position, and leaves through a thick metal door to your right.
"Hey, come back here!" You shout.
You're alone for what feels like days, but what is in reality just a few hours. The constant dripping is driving you mad. Suddenly you hear the door opening, and the bird man hobbles in. He pulls a few strips of what looks like fried human skin out of his pocket, and offers them to you.
"No, I'm not particularly hungry right now, thank you." You say.
He puts the skin in his mouth and starts to chew. He grabs your cheeks and kisses you deeply, passing the chewed food into your mouth. You gag, but he holds his hand over your mouth forcing you to swallow. He leaves as quickly as he arrived, and you spend the next few days alone.
There starts to be a pattern. Every day he comes in and feeds you, and seeing as it's the only food you have, you start accepting his mystery meat. After two weeks he removes your bonds, and you're free to travel around your cage. When you're thirsty you drink the putrid water from the taps. The rhythmic dripping has become soothing to you. You learn to catch rats and cockroaches for extra nourishment. After two months, he stops delivering you food, and birds are periodicity let into your cage. You kill them, and stick the feathers into your malnourished skin.
One day the lights shut off. You are used to navigating with sound because of hunting the rats. You hear the door open, and a thud as something is thrown into the room. You carefully approach it to inspect, and you feel that it's a person in a burlap sack. You stop investigating and watch her from a few inches away. After about an hour she stirs from her slumber.
"hello?" she says "Is anyone there?"
You let out a caw. She screams and the lights turn on.
"What's going on? I can't see? Help!"
Her bloodied eye sockets attempt to scan the room to no avail. You got hungry while she was sleeping. ”
Making people creative means the world to me.
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The picture with Jennifer wearing her bird skull in the abandoned porn house is being used as album cover all around the world. More fun are the fabricated stories behind the picture that ...are being spread widely. The scary, funny, disturbing and sad picture is on several pages, presented as a big mystery.
It's fun and we do not intend to break it to anyone, although I would love to give our graphical genius Castor the well deserved honour. He's been around making TCIM look good since day one and is as much of a member of this broken gang as I am. You should check more of his work out (just follow the link below).
Here are one of the stories about our cover that has been published (thos was found on reddit.com):
“You awake in a darkness. You have no recollection pf where you are, or how you got there. The last thing you remember is being at a bar and being dared to drink an entire bottle of jagermeister. How hear a slow dripping of water on concrete. You attempt to get out of the chair you're in, but your hands are bound.
"hello" you call out to the abyss.
You wait for a few minutes for a reply, but none comes. "Just great" you think to yourself. You start to struggle in your chair. A loud birds caw come from directly behind you and startles you. I light comes on, blinding you for a few seconds. As your surroundings come into view you see a silhouette of a man in front of you. You appear to be in a concrete room. There are shower heads on the walls, dripping a murky brown substance onto the grounds, and that trails off into the drain in the middle of the room. As the man comes into focus, you see that he has some sort of bird costume on.
"hello" you say to him "could you let me out of here?"
He cocks his head to the right inquisitively. He gets up out of his crouching position, and leaves through a thick metal door to your right.
"Hey, come back here!" You shout.
You're alone for what feels like days, but what is in reality just a few hours. The constant dripping is driving you mad. Suddenly you hear the door opening, and the bird man hobbles in. He pulls a few strips of what looks like fried human skin out of his pocket, and offers them to you.
"No, I'm not particularly hungry right now, thank you." You say.
He puts the skin in his mouth and starts to chew. He grabs your cheeks and kisses you deeply, passing the chewed food into your mouth. You gag, but he holds his hand over your mouth forcing you to swallow. He leaves as quickly as he arrived, and you spend the next few days alone.
There starts to be a pattern. Every day he comes in and feeds you, and seeing as it's the only food you have, you start accepting his mystery meat. After two weeks he removes your bonds, and you're free to travel around your cage. When you're thirsty you drink the putrid water from the taps. The rhythmic dripping has become soothing to you. You learn to catch rats and cockroaches for extra nourishment. After two months, he stops delivering you food, and birds are periodicity let into your cage. You kill them, and stick the feathers into your malnourished skin.
One day the lights shut off. You are used to navigating with sound because of hunting the rats. You hear the door open, and a thud as something is thrown into the room. You carefully approach it to inspect, and you feel that it's a person in a burlap sack. You stop investigating and watch her from a few inches away. After about an hour she stirs from her slumber.
"hello?" she says "Is anyone there?"
You let out a caw. She screams and the lights turn on.
"What's going on? I can't see? Help!"
Her bloodied eye sockets attempt to scan the room to no avail. You got hungry while she was sleeping. ”
Making people creative means the world to me.
/
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MGFX Artist, AD & Rural Explorer MastorUE ☓ Sjukt Lokal Lokal-TV #BUYMYVOLVO please. www.theworkofcastor.com
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Suit up! Britney 2014
So, facebook is sending me emails about TCIM not being active enough. Nothing could be more wrong. Right now I'm listening to 23 ½ recorded songs. Deciding which to give the time and love necessary during upcoming mixing sessions. I guess that 10 to 12 of those will survive my bitterness.
Anyway, the new record will be a really good one. Right now it's called "Britney". It will be released in january in sweden. That's all I know right now. / V
Anyway, the new record will be a really good one. Right now it's called "Britney". It will be released in january in sweden. That's all I know right now. / V
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Some toms on that?
Tack till er som kom och åter igen ett tack till Mossagårdsfestivalen för en trevlig afton.
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Här är en intervju jag gjorde inför vad som kom att bli sommarens enda festivalspelning (fantastiska Mossagårdsfestivalen)
Vi ses där!
http://www.mossagardsfestivalen.se/bilder/MGF2013%20-Web%20-Tidning.pdf
Vi ses där!
http://www.mossagardsfestivalen.se/bilder/MGF2013%20-Web%20-Tidning.pdf
Is it like -"hey, your new song is so great that I jump up on the speaker", or is it -"this tune is only good for scratching my butt" when he does this?
