My girlfriend asked, "Who is this band playing?" "Gold Panda," I said wondering why she was laughing. She asks, "How can you tell the difference between indie bands and game apps when they all sound so ridiculous?" Then she asked me if I'd ever played Sneezing Weasel. I got excited and said, "Is THAT REALLY A GAME!?" She laughed again and said, "No. It isn't, weirdo. But I've got a game for you..." And hence, courtesy of the ever-tolerant Mad Dog McGillicuddy, we've created this game.
Wednesday, October 19, 2011
Electric Tickle Machine = Band, Meowcenaries = Game
Wait, did I say bag of fun? Never mind. One read of Electric Tickle Machine's bio and subsequent Twitter feed (@lectrictickles) is enough to make me never want to hear their music. Why spend three paragraphs explaining where your name came from when something like Electric Tickle Machine should just stand alone,right? Well, no, apparently the name has something to do with the following unintelligible pseudo-intellectual crapola according to the ETM:
"We vicarious voyeurs have seen the magnifying glass put up to the magnifying glass, and in the process, the substance has become an ugly, addictive abstraction of the heart of the matter. Context and intention are oft overlooked. "Give us us junk food!" Andre Codreseu writes in The Posthuman Dada Guide, "If the 20th century has taught us anything it is that we will forget everything except for the wrapper it came in." So how does an artist, privy to his own cultural landscape and implicitly dialed into its carriers, address the modern paradox of feeling and creation? How do we wrap our present tense and justify our participation? Will our best intentions and conscience prevail over our easy-tos and can we still conjure some wilderness?"
Man, talk about taking the humor out of a perfectly, hilariously, stupid band name! But, despite my best instincts, I figured I'd give the music a listen anyway, because THIS is the album cover:
Who doesn't like a little "accidental" underboob nip slip, right? Well, shitfire and save the bullets, but the music isn't so bad. Rambling, loose and ramshackle guitars over deep punk tom tom drumming, vocals halfway between a hoarse Frank Black yell and a self-satisfied punchline...okay, yeah, I'm not mad at it. But I still think that they should cut the shit and just let their name be funny.
Meowcenaries. Now there's a different story entirely."A kitten-based attack game" once again by our friends at Adult Swim, Meowcenaries (one of the greatest game names ever!)are a top secret band of mercenary kittens that speak like LOLcatz and must rescue the president. But watch out, because your enemies will have no problem splattering your little kitty brains all over the screen. Killer indeed. Play it free online here.
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