Music:
Member Since: 8/27/2004
Band Website: openfluxus.com/profile/oubliette
Band Members: seth oubliette w/ inspiration via Mistress Cupcake, Lady Rag-Doll, & The Lil’ Wife
Influences: I DO NOT CELEBRATE NEW YEAR'S EVEHALLOWEEN LETS ME DOWNmy flavours:girls, women, ladies, lust, affection, love, perversion, death rock,
art history, knowledge, feeling dirty, my dreams,
phantasies, using my hands for pleasure, analingusthe misfits, cocteau twins, joan baez, byron house,
beat happening, blue shift, patti smith, samhain/danzig,
rudimentary penitolkien, lovecraft, walt whitman, bataille, de sade,
anthropology/art textbooks, zines & comics,
other pulp literaturelabyrinth, pornography of all sorts, pre-90's horror movies,
1970's/early '80's exploitation, nascar,
jim henson, doctor who, nature:blue planet, planet earth, the life of mammals;actors suck except,
robert duval, vincent price, tom bakeri hate ALOT of things, am trying to stay positive though;
if you want me you can have mestaying positive is very hard, help me if you can///That it is possible still more violently Oubliette prove.
Here no friendly-looking sentimental gedoe if melody, these are harsh
noise such as noise harsh can be. Iron drones, hard pieptonen,
noise white as a sheet, inhuman cracking and boom: you ask, Oubliette
have. Sociably is differently, but in or an other manner the raw, bloody crash
of a man project from Georgia is considerably tasteful and secretly actual very
nice. Not to consume too often, but confronterend and intense is it certainly.Certainly in a number as " Hill Scabs" it becomes all quite distressing and
ensures the sound viezige horrorbeelden which you do not leave
mental retina more fast. A challenge for everyone whom
itself an adventurous auditor finds; be curious which
after this violent crash hurricane still intact can
stand. Or omhoog dares come.****************************************************I would want while to spend two words on Oubliette,
the man to which the promozionali images of the vinile must,
if of promotion it is lawful to speak. Perhaps then,
someone of you will be imbattuto in a pair of curious photos,
than ritraggono the cover in bianco& black of the disc (up on the left)
in means to zucche and you live here cultivated. Well, that one is house its,
of Oubliette. Because it makes the peasant to Clyo, in Georgia,
and to how much he seems campa selling ortaggi in the
ortofrutticoli markets of the zone, activity that incidently allows it to spend moneies in
pedals, effects, microphones to contact and customary paraphernalia harsh. Oubliette
must have a true and own passion for the orange fruit: also its
“artistic†attempts (illustrations, photo etc)
ritraggono in the first instance they: the zucche. Particular that it
renders ours a little more human, from the moment that, musically, useless starvi
to say that of pure noise draught, or nearly.[ . . . ]Oubliette, for its part down gives, it of zucca-noise, obviously.
In effects one feels that he is a peasant: its is the brano more
rozzo, ignoring and buzzurro of the four, beyond that one
recorded worse. Musically we could describe it like the sound of a filtered chocked
motor from a
plastic funnel, I have a weak person for this man,
do not know here if it is clear.
Sounds Like:tomorrow be payday tomorrow be payday
it's gonna be payday in Lowcane gonna take my money to town
i worked like a donkey climbed trees like a monkey
it's gonna be payday in Lowcane gonna chase all women around
eat black eyed peas and fried banana smoke big cigar from Havana
i'll be king of Louisiana son of a gun
i'll find me a sweet little honey we'll make love till it ain't funny
have big time till all of my money's gone
tomorrow be payday tomorrow be payday
it's gonna be payday in Lowcane gonna take my money to town
gonna chase all women aroundeat black eyed peas...
gonna take my money to town gonna chase all women around***********************************************don't know how i feel today
feel the same as yesterdayfive hands crawlin' up my back
thump thump
have a heart attackand oh, hey, well okay
aren't you gonna ask me what i did today?i'm going up and down [tic tic]
hit the ground [tic tic]
black and white [tic tic]
why can't it be rightand oh, hey, well okay
aren't you gonna ask me what i did today?got a pumpkin and a tree
and ideas are flowering
you got a smoke, a joke, and punctuation
but not enough time for conversation
and oh, hey, well okay . . .aren't you gonna ask me what i did today?*********************************************put on your boots
and walk with me
over the freeway
and down to the sea
that's where we can always go
when we really wanna knowwe sit by the window
and we watch the rain
each little drop has got a name
they're falling down
they're hiting the ground
they're washing all the people awaygo on the roof and we'll see the sky
let the world pass us by
we can make it all turn grey
if we really want it that waypaint me a picture of the way you feel
close your eyes and make it real
sing me a song of the place you see
we can go there, just you and meyou don't have to smile if you don't want to
i don't have to smile if i don't want to
we don't have to smile if we don't want to
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