a gentleman’s agreement

Hi Ol, the drummer and I have a new album ready to record, we need money for the studio.

The drummer and you? What happened to the other two?

Nothing happened. They just don’t count. The one’s a drunk, the other’s an idiot. The drummer and I make the albums, the other two just tag along. So, how soon can you give us the cash?

There’s no cash. I made no money from your last record. I actually lost a lot.

And whose fault is that, you illiterate idiot?

Not mine. The factory spoke the colonialist language of the layman instead of the superior aryan one.

You didn’t add the index numbers, you dumb prat.

As I said, not my fault. There’s no money for another record.

Guess I’ll have to call The Miskatonic Foundation then…

Ok, there might be a way to make back the money I lost on YOUR faulty CDs.

What’s that?

You give me two albums of your previous band to re-release, I make some sweet dough, there might be some for you.

Are you nuts? I don’t own the rights to those.

Who does?

The label.

We’ll ask the label, then.

No, you have to ask the emo kid first. He has to give permission.

I don’t want to deal with the emo kid.

Well, that’s the way it has to be.

Ok, I ask the emo kid.

And what if he says no?

I do it anyway.

He’ll go nuts.

He can cry all night if he wants to.

We won’t hear the end of it.

That mexican woman got him to do worse.

She’s not mexican. And she had a powerful weapon that we don’t.

What weapon?

That grande panocha was really grande.

You may not have a panocha, but you are one.

You are a panocha too.

At least I’m a panocha who loves money.

No one loves money more than I do!

Really? Guess who already contacted the label and got the rights for those two albums…

Seriously? We’re in deep shit.

No shit. You’ll pretend you didn’t know either. Then you’ll handle it publicly, on facebook. Tell him some crap about getting over it and learning from it and focusing on something positive.

He’s a cry baby.

Well, let him cry.

I’m not sure about this.

Well, I lost money on your last album, so I’m doing it anyway. It’s just a case of whether you help me, and then I might help you. Make another album, that is.

Okay.

Okay?

Yes. Just don’t announce the CDs until they’re out and he can’t stop it.

Deal. Now tell me, was that brazilian woman’s panocha so powerful?

He used to walk around with her panties in his pocket, to sniff at if he felt lonely, or got a panic attack. The stench would clear any confined space he walked into. He was banned from shopping malls and shops and rode the bus alone, with the bus driver cursing at him. Does that give you an idea?

Oh my. Such potential. Do you think she might be interested in joining my label?  As an A&R rep or something prestigious like that?

F off, Oli.

Bye, Kim. Feel free to call back when you want money for the studio, you fat twat. Ha ha.

*line dies

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a gentleman’s agreement

albert witchfinder talks penis !

Read and learn from sacred scripture of a true master on the subject:

He meditates under the big vulva in the sky on a daily basis, you know…

albert witchfinder talks penis !

a special christmas message

Kind readers,

this Christmas,

while you are surrounded by family

and friends,

please spare a thought

for those

less fortunate ones,

who play gigs to no one.

a special christmas message

renowned cultural historian Kimi Kärki makes it big on Youtube!

While looking for footage from last week’s “acoustic evening”, we stumbled upon this gem where versatile cultural historian Kimi Kärki recites Bob Dylan and urges us to consider the commercialization of protest songs, in a video that captivates, delights and attempts to reconstruct your cerebral cortex… That manic madman’s stare! Ooh-hoo.

As a cultural and emotional counterpoint, here’s one of Kimi’s protest songs:

Some people believe it’s about his pr**k…

renowned cultural historian Kimi Kärki makes it big on Youtube!

The Reverend’s Bizarre fascination with Flesh continues…

Reverend Bizarre posted a photo of an indecently underdressed, bleached blonde, severely made-up and pouting female on their facebook page, as she appears to be wearing the shreds of what used to be a band t-shirt…

kiss me Sami

Predictably, there was a flurry of comments by RB fans who wished to express their appreciation for the depicted merchandise model, but apparently the minds behind Reverend Bizarre (we’re using this combination of words reluctantly) were not pleased, and made their displeasure known…

effort

This is not the first time the gentlemanly (and occasionally feminist) members of RB jump to the defense of a female who has ripped their band name to shreds (although this time a bit more literally), but we can’t help gawping in astonishment… What did they actually expect when they were posting such a photo?

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All work and no play makes Jackass a dull boy

In two almost consecutive facebook posts (-Two more facebook posts? Are you sure he’s a recluse, Gandalf? -That’s what he says, Frodo, so it must be true…), dull boy Sami Albert Hynninen has compared recording vocals for Spiritus Mortis to “work” that he would rather avoid, while maintaining that he’s “waiting for [the recording of vocals for Tähtiportti] with delight and excitement!”.

Hypocrisy? Yes, we think so. “As it should be clear to everyone who has been following his updates/posts on this site”.

doom over the work

All work and no play makes Jackass a dull boy

Albert Witchfinder is Finally Happy to Perform Live !

…as long as he’s wearing a mask, and fronting a charting pop band, that is.

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In yet another facebook post (he’s certainly making a few too many for a recluse), his Magisterial Highness expressed surprise at having been “healed somehow” and looking forward to performing shows with his brand new, Finnish album chart-bothering band Tähtiportti. Just not with long-serving, highly regarded yet not mainstream succesful doom metal legends Spiritus Mortis.

He can’t help it.

What could possibly be the deciding factor that separates Tähtiportti from Spiritus Mortis and makes it easy for Albertino to get up on stage with them? Could it be their album sales? Their wide appeal? Their Pet Shop Boys-aping? Perhaps Albert doesn’t like doom metal anymore, and prefers bland synthetic music that sounds like it was made with fruity loops presets? Or could it be that the audience at the Spiritus Mortis shows consists of the doom metal fans who have supported Albert throughout his 20-year career, instead of trend-following sheep, mindless teenagers and hipster scum?

Can someone who has read Tähtiportti’s rider confirm that Sir Albert requires his toast with extra butter on the side?

Albert Witchfinder is Finally Happy to Perform Live !