Cheer up. Count D'rak's last show for a while.

Actually, Richard The K is acting as a substitute for his spot today.

Run child.

CJ Pizzaro and Panther kick off some weird triphoppopstop perversions. Classy like myspace glitter. Wee bit o' Chiptune grooves it past this into noizydancy photonic tracks from the likes of Crash Normal. We do this very fast, like enchurito at taco bell, yes?

Then Evil Residence records graces us with some fauxclassical "drum n' barouqe" before we drop off the fast noize end and into some archival footage warning us against the dangers of those super evil, vile sick homosexuals. According to the feel of the movie, they're probably dirty anarcho fascist commies too. It's a period piece, kinda like a flat earth documentary from the medieval ages.

Hour 2: We pull back out for raw nasty untrue blues, The Ghoul to Haunted George, Blind Blake to Missisipi Alligator. Then it goes towards the normal and into the rocking blues.

Exp rock goes synthy, hits some exp, shift to chippy tuny and breaky corings.

Then we quit the orginality in favor of an hour of expiremental music collaging by Vinyl Boy. I had this dream of making some music that was pure sampling, maybe a few exceptions. Turns out I don't have to, because this fucker already has. I had a bunch of other stuff planned, but screw that. This is too cool. So cool I might burn it and stick it in the library. I'm playing the whole album (it's CC).

Pick it back up with exp punk and ramp it up/down to current 7" punkaro and an abrubt, unskilled end.

Hour 1 + change: This morning, Count D'rak leads the corporate worship session. Praised be the mental pollution, for we reap the rewards of hate, skitzch, and breakcore.

Rest of Hour 2 + a half: Archive footage, one "Ask Me Don't Tell Me" with spoken word and music by The Five Chips from '61. "Duck and Cover" civil defense film, plus "Boy With A Knife" deliquent film. "Behind the Freedom Curtain" sells voting machines.

Last Half Hour of Breakcore Power: Trans to jungly throbbing from skitzed out beginnings.

With Professor J. Oblibivion still engaging in travels, The Count finds himself locked out of the studio A computer. No breakcore tonight. Crimoney. Whip out yer modern comp junk and give it a go.

Crisis averted through reverting to ancient optical disc technologee. Breakcore twitchparty. Or not.

What kind of music do 4 of 5 histologists prefer?

DAB step.

Tonight is more cyber"punk"storytime, combined with netlabel releases, exp noize, and some 7"s. How typical, how predictable.

Bethke's "Cyberpunk" is lame. But it provides a reasonable perspective. It sounds like oldskool sci-fi, feels like it, but shows something else. Its like a CEO staring down at a riot; he sees it, he percieves it, but doesn't know who it will now change him, how it will smash him and rewrite on the gibs.

CAPSLOCK IS CRUISE CONTROL FOR COOL

PROFESSOR J. OBLIVION RETURNS TO PLAY WITH COUNT D'RAK

PLAYTIME IS FUN 

And then suddenly, some steampunky music. 

Followed by electronic = chiptune +  some dark expiremental stuff + breakcore (or otherwise on that end of the spectrum). Then maybe some punkygarageyrock.

COMPUTER'S AREN'T STEAMPUNK. IPOD'S AREN'T STEAMPUNK. DATAMANCER PRODUCTS AIN'T STEAMPUNK. You might ask, what is steampunk? This electronic posting is not steampunk, that's what. Steampunk means elegant, accesible technology, it is the opposite of consumerist driven technology. However, music wise, I go by the paticular vibe. Empirical definitions be damned.

Refute me by calling or sending a message to the email of dchmiller (a la) ucdavis (doht) edu. Totally not steampunk, but I'm not giving out my mailing address because neither am I.

Show is to be chopped up further. Cool weekend means a 70% chance of speedcore tapering off early in favor of groovy psychy stuff, with a 90% chance of hardish rockings in the later. EDIT: THIS JUST IN, FORECAST IS UNRELIABLE. DISREGARD. THAT IS ALL.

Budd Dwyer, an hero. 

The dining commons folk left the TV on. Drove me bat$hit. Makes me want to rip some flash. Settle for speedcore. Settle for speedcore. Rip tear shred sample distort bpm bpm bpm. 

Change of plans. Feeling too groovy for the hate.

Breakcore night. Or whatever. Have some fun.

Are you ready? 51 times yes.

Tonight, we feast on [Hetzer], garnished with various [hard]er [techno]-es.  [Then], with our bowels shreded, we dessert on some [rocky socky] with a dazzed look on our face.

Eat your teeth. 

Tonight/morning is breakhardcore*. Proper dosage should create feelings of spazmatron tic-tac, in accordance with the Twitch Proliferation Act of 2008. Keeps you going till morning, or gets you awake. Like cocaine.

All this stuff I found online for free. The heavy tech aspect of breakcore music lends itself to anarchy and online distribution. Their motto seems to be "damn our copyrights, full bpm ahead!"

If there's anyone out there who likes this stuff, drop me a message of support at dchmiller<at>ucdavis.edu

*Or something like it.