ACID DRINKERS

It was with a clouded mind I arrived at the venue. I’m a fan of psychedelic trance but I’ve never really been one for dancing. I was somewhat loosened in advance and so was almost ready for it. After a few minutes of standing, watching a support act, I decided it was time to divest myself of my coat. Up I went, passing a fellow who was already walking like a hiking monkey, methodically making his way step by step. I was tempted to offer him some help but the look on his face was a combination of wanting to be left alone and enjoying himself more than I would be able to stomach.

I walked up to the cloakroom and stood behind a jovial-looking fellow. His Slavic features made me jump to the conclusion of him being Polish and when he turned and spoke to me I was proven correct. He beamed at me with the slight wariness of an unknown person and immediately engaged me in conversation.

My opening gambit was to ask how long he had been here, perhaps hoping to elicit a statement about whatever had induced his good mood. I stopped dead in my tracks when he said “You mean here or in the country?”. Oh shit. He thinks I’m gonna tell him to fuck off home or something else suitably entitled-sounding.

His eye slowed on my Anti-Flag t-shirt and he asked me about psytrance. We talked music for a bit, the conversation segueing into metal, most likely a result of the shirt. I wore it partly because I liked it and partly due to how incongruous it might look in a psytrance gig.

He began to tell me tales of his days with a band whose name was quite familiar - Acid Drinkers. Huge in Poland, the band have existed for donkey’s years. He hung with the band, he toured with the band and finally - he even got tattooed by the band. Wait, what?

“The lead singer tattoo me himself!”

I was pretty intrigued.

“It’s on my…” - he seemed to struggle for the word, but he may have suffered a temporary bout of modesty - ”ass!”

Without further ado, bar an exultative “Hey, I don’t give a fuck!”, I was exposed to the tattoo. Sure enough, across a cheek was “ACID DRINKERS” in blotchy blue letters.

Fucking metal.

I left smiling.

Posted Thursday, December 3rd, at 10:47 AM (∞).
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Kill the Client - Retaliate

I am unsure whether to like the song more or less for the Red Dawn sample.

Posted Tuesday, December 1st, at 4:16 PM (∞).
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Outlaw Order - Safety Off

One of Mike Williams of Eyehategod’s projects. The band’s name stems from the fact that all members were on probation when the band was founded. How very outlandish.

Posted Sunday, November 29th, at 3:42 PM (∞).
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The Internet is strange. It doesn’t make any money. It’s transnational, beyond anyone’s control. It is the great anarchist event.

William Gibson, hopefully not being over-optimistic.

Posted Friday, November 27th, at 12:53 PM (∞).
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Christian anarchism

“The dictionary definition of a Christian is one who follows Christ; kind, kindly, Christ-like. Anarchism is voluntary cooperation for good, with the right of secession. A Christian anarchist is therefore one who turns the other cheek, overturns the tables of the moneychangers, and does not need a cop to tell him how to behave. A Christian anarchist does not depend upon bullets or ballots to achieve his ideal; he achieves that ideal daily by the One-Man Revolution with which he faces a decadent, confused, and dying world”.

Posted Thursday, November 26th, at 3:04 AM (∞).

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