E’ stupida, inutile, ridicola, divertente, surreale. Forse è un segnale. O forse no…
[via neatorama]
Voglia di campanellini, biscotti allo zenzero e baci sotto il vischio? Intanto godetevi l’album definitivo per le vacanze di Natale. Auguri a tutti. E che possiate ricevere il regalo giusto (uno di quelli impossibili da impacchettare…)
[via the groove grotto!]
La girandola del consumo nell’immaginario pop di Antonio De Pascale. Si fa presto a dire packaging…
Alla Tate Gallery di Liverpool sono di scena i fratelli Chapman…
“I have never met anyone who was shocked by our work, or even talked to anyone who had met anyone who was shocked by it. The so-called outrage was just another media melodrama, a created outrage.”
(Jake Chapman, intervista al Guardian)
Questo è il christian rock che sognavamo. Ma che non ci azzardavamo nemmeno ad immaginare. Un po’ di atmosfera natalizia in anticipo ce la regalano i Sin Destroyers, la “rock band più cristiana del mondo”. Il videoclip di Gifts to the world racconta come Gesù Cristo si sia sacrificato affinchè ognuno di noi possa ricevere i balocchi di natale…
[via no fat clips!!!]
Follie arcobaleno nei disegni a mano (e ruota) libera di Matt Furie.
Qui una spassosa intervista.
[via fecal face]
Thanks for the wild turkey and
the passenger pigeons, destined
to be shit out through wholesome
American guts.
Thanks for a continent to despoil
and poison.
Thanks for Indians to provide a
modicum of challenge and
danger.
Thanks for vast herds of bison to
kill and skin leaving the
carcasses to rot.
Thanks for bounties on wolves
and coyotes.
Thanks for the American dream,
To vulgarize and to falsify until
the bare lies shine through.
Thanks for the KKK.
For nigger-killin’ lawmen,
feelin’ their notches.
For decent church-goin’ women,
with their mean, pinched, bitter,
evil faces.
Thanks for “Kill a Queer for
Christ” stickers.
Thanks for laboratory AIDS.
Thanks for Prohibition and the
war against drugs.
Thanks for a country where
nobody’s allowed to mind the
own business.
Thanks for a nation of finks.
Yes, thanks for all the
memories– all right let’s see
your arms!
You always were a headache and
you always were a bore.
Thanks for the last and greatest
betrayal of the last and greatest
of human dreams.