La Décennie Brut

epic sweep digs the crude, rumours LP release!

2011-12-21T02:55:00.000-08:00

...did ya like 'brut pop collection'/ new(ish0 wellington based label 'epic sweep records' does! so much so that he lists it as one of highlights of 2011, and toys with the idea of a beautiful vinyl recreation of the album! i can see it now.

http://epicsweeprecords.com/uncategorized/the-best-bits-of-the-year-well-kind-of/#respond

nation

2011-11-27T19:18:00.001-08:00

National party.

new bandcamp activities

2011-11-18T20:20:00.000-08:00

Marine build-up. New (old) album up, from 1997, that great year, the year of The Prodigy " I'm a firestarter" the year of ...oh i don't know. 1997. What a year. At the beginning of 1997 I recorded an album in a terrible flat that i was literally booted out of. Something of the gross tension of the flat and all that male early 20 something gunk maybe noticeable here. The album is titled 'Datastream Cowboy' , after a famous hacker. Check it out!

&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;a href="http://crude.bandcamp.com/album/datastream-cowboy"&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;gt;Datastream Cowboy by Crude&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;/a&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;gt;

this album is the fave of many a Crude fan...apparently.

skill shortage

2011-11-16T19:42:00.000-08:00

All ease, all ease, all ease.

Sleeper cells.

All ease, all ease, all ease

Marines, all cocky and southern-psychotic

Throw a goa trance party in the northern desert.

Melbourne music week.

The smells, the glories, the decentralized tweens.

I offer up a pop album to the australian music mafias

and i call it 'brut pop collection' \

running outta time

running outta lead

crest jewel of discrimination

2011-11-14T17:05:00.000-08:00

i have seen the light

2011-11-07T20:26:00.000-08:00

2011-11-06T20:17:00.000-08:00

The muggy cool o' Melbourne

Swept, lost, loose.

Its a rope, no its a snake, no its a rope.

Upanishadic references in ano

Its that rockabilly muggins mugg.

Clubs'n'Socs, club Abruzzio.

A thousand teachings,

The deep-brown eyes o'

A thousand disapproving Calabrian octogenerians.

Quater-back, Half-back.

Hump till ya chaff (like yesterdays visits)

Belt on belt up blogger me this

Sold us a charm

Bought in and bought out

Lilt 'n' liver

Passover, quiff, crux

Disquiet and poorly

A bigger rape (!)

And self-managed

Seasons in the dirt

and bellicose gag

gape up me turk

and soothe the rag

Splinter and Sam

Pulling semen

Servings, neatly divested.

Episodic and dispepsic

Like driving a car

Like soiling

Like vermillion

Chancre chancre chancre

Cares and Airs

Sexpo 2011

Sex party

Post-porn

"Porn-positive"

Feminists

Apparently

Don't make any sense

Like its the swinging capital of australasia

Curious and coloured

Xenomorph, xenomorph

Its a bug hunt

Red-devil

Pliant

Unresponsive and taut

Dead

new maudlin morose fanfare piece

2011-10-26T16:51:00.000-07:00

&amp;amp;amp;lt;a href="http://crude.bandcamp.com/track/black-blood"&amp;amp;amp;gt;black blood by Crude&amp;amp;amp;lt;/a&amp;amp;amp;gt;

a sorta new cover for da ozy recording line....

2011-10-15T09:01:00.003-07:00

..lest we forget: winds of wood an' winter

2011-10-15T08:26:00.000-07:00

more new songs

2011-10-14T23:56:00.000-07:00

...in the new 'lazy lo-fi' tm vein..

&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;a href="http://crude.bandcamp.com/track/its-all-over"&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;gt;its all over by Crude&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;/a&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;gt;

&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;a href="http://crude.bandcamp.com/track/shes-a-crude-australian"&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;gt;shes a crude australian by Crude&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;/a&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;gt;

&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;a href="http://crude.bandcamp.com/track/i-found-meaning"&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;gt;i found meaning by Crude&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;/a&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;gt;

&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;a href="http://crude.bandcamp.com/track/i-went-shopping-on-the-day-of-the-protest"&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;gt;i went shopping (on the day of the protest) by Crude&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;/a&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;gt;

&amp;amp;amp;lt;a href="http://crude.bandcamp.com/track/best-of-a-bad-situation"&amp;amp;amp;gt;best of a bad situation by Crude&amp;amp;amp;lt;/a&amp;amp;amp;gt;

2 new tracks

2011-10-07T20:07:00.000-07:00

..from the ever growing online album 'Crude Australian', these 2 lazily crafted ultra lo-fi songs are experiments in a new songcrafting method called 'laptop in bed'. make of them what you will folks!

&amp;amp;amp;lt;a href="http://crude.bandcamp.com/album/crude-australian-vol-i"&amp;amp;amp;gt;Crude Australian vol I by Crude&amp;amp;amp;lt;/a&amp;amp;amp;gt;

&amp;amp;amp;lt;a href="http://crude.bandcamp.com/track/solipsists-in-the-mist"&amp;amp;amp;gt;solipsists in the mist by Crude&amp;amp;amp;lt;/a&amp;amp;amp;gt;

CRUDE IMAGE BANK BLOG

2011-09-28T20:00:00.000-07:00

http://cruddycare.blogspot.com/

crude.co.nz down for a bit ...but

2011-09-28T19:52:00.001-07:00

..but go check out this ever growing mirror (just started - content coming)

http://middletonthecrude.blogspot.com/

new throwaway

2011-09-27T22:45:00.001-07:00

Crude Australian vol I by Crude

lil' gig i' me' jig

2011-09-25T19:06:00.000-07:00

lil' duo wit' me-self'y on a guitary-tingy, lynton denovan on de drum-kitty

livew in cremorne , south melbourne. the songs are 'drive on' and 'devon part one' from 'ugly ambition' 2008
lynton denovan appears courtesy of The James Last Appreciation Society

http://answers.yahoo.com/question/index?qid=20070930010231AAs9S0K

performance and participation ,,,why?

2011-09-16T23:36:00.000-07:00

You look out at the world via the internet and occasionally with eyes, and you notice - so much music, so many bands, names names names, gigs, gigs, gigs...absolute saturation, so many options and so many names - some grab you , other wash over you like so much dross, too many bands.

How does one make a difference swimming in this sea of acts and festivals and parties? Melbourne is awash with performance, but it's difficult to pin-point the essential amongst the routine. And here I am, yet another act - another odd name, how to get a foot it, another name amongst the thousands, in fact.....why? Why add yourself to the mountain? It seems so spread out, spread thin, hobbyists bands, weekenders, a media machine, networks and knowledge, gate keepers and venue mafias, lobbyists and journalists, soundmen and industry hoods....a gimmick is required? A super-power? A story? Ach...heres my manifesto:

1. Do not compete, for it is an impossible and vain task.

2. Perform where and when one desires, expect nothing, perform with strength.

3. Distribute as much music and merch as possible at each show.

4. Forget 'scenes' , both micro and macro.

5. Forget Melbourne's cultural histories and narratives, perform without a tradition in mind.

6. Perform, talk, party, go home, forget.

7. No lust of result except subjective aesthetic/meditative/gnostic aims.

8. industries come and industries go - be timeless . Longevity is a virtue.

there you are, a very personal list.

melbourne units

2011-09-14T19:36:00.001-07:00

jam unit

intent and beagle:

Sonke Rickertsen , ex Slub and Pink Stainless Tail and Lynton Denovan ex Rock Shop, current The Satanic Rockers and Matthew Middletons will jam it up and see what happens. If the gelatin simmers nicely like maybe we start a new eunit.

adventureship stewardism

2011-09-06T22:49:00.000-07:00

Like blarney

and brine

And frank

The skull

the breaking point

the pug-nose

the cap-n-trade

hey brits, tooth and nail rock-hop,

nuttin no-body dun not much about it.

so cream on dat, hair-pin

Hey fella,

treacle, tweedle dee,

chanting french referenitalist swine-herders

and other sufistic happenings

I blanched whatever yokes needed it,

And bought off broker, stoker, and yam.

Longer piedemont

and two-thronged dowery blossoms

In package deal

after breaker breaker

and valence

How bout it

The cradle, the yawn, the maelstrom

The brogue

the conch and the pine

the mob and the gob

oh spritely spritely spritley

crude, mad nanna, sohei, levitating churches, satanic rockers

2011-08-26T18:44:00.000-07:00

The Idgaff is a great little hole in the wall pub/bar with a lil' stage. Grimy and perfect for kiwi rock.

Sohei is a hard-working welder/artist from Japan who wields and welds infectious heavy dub step industro-noise beato breaker breaker fucky. Nice opener. Nice beats.

Mad Nanna take the stage and their presence, the 'frame' of the band reminds me of the Puddle. The trio play a curious stripped back rock, Patrick wacks out deep detuned tones over Michaels simple riffery . After seeing them 3 times i think its only now that I'm starting to understand what theyre about. Its a kind of simplicity, a sort of basic honesty (in a dishonest town of shonky second hand dealers, rats,corrupt cops and wannabe femme fatales) a fragility and a twisted monster looming underneath it all. Like the subconcious. Like Melbourne i suppose. I thoroughly enjoyed their set.

My instruments are still sitting in a fuckin crate in Lyttleton, so i go for an ultra stripped back set, vocals over a backing piece - the old throbbing classic 'beta test' -as lazy as you can get i suppose - here are the 'lyrics' which i wrote the avo before the show...

Econometric Pace

Econometric space

Keep plugging it in

Playing to win

We keep up the pace

The swill of the race

Dominate all over

Marshes and grasslands and plains

Hop on hop off

Torrent leechers line the beaches

Hawkers marry chavs

And heat and sweat and

Liquifaction and

Precarious formations

Precariously perched

over a bottomless gulf

Key industry players siphon their cut

bloodless coup in the chicken coupe

droplets and couplets and hipster families

procreate in a jelly-like formation

Oh determinism

No free will just one liners

Just the best you can give

Heave ho! Heave ho!

heave ho! Heave ho!

Gab gifted

A sodomite grifter

A rag-tag bunch

Head hollow, scooped out

The hunchback of South Dunedin

Calabrian war lords

Latin lovers

break the fucken world record

We wont notice the collapse

Heave ho! Heave ho!

Life and Style

Wife and smile

Christ and bile

Worth yer while

Many faceted

Figures and Motifs

Artless Intent

Artless drop-out

Tnagled up

Tangled hair-matted

into a filthy stinking dread-lock

And we praise him accordingly

Heave ho! Heave ho!\

Heave ho! Heave ho!

Levitating Churches are next, a 5 piece band. They rock and they rock and they rock on till the freaking break of dawn. Dead by dawn. Dawn of the dead. Dawn to dusk. Red Dawn. Dawn. Matt Alien continues the tradition where others have given up or gotten out of town.

Satanic Rockers were last. And i do a grande diservice to the organiser and I bloody well miss them. Ill see them again, its bound. With a name like that man, theyll come right back into my life like a cursed penny. No doubt the band was creepy and sckronking like king loser on booze.

Melbourne. Hipsters...everywhere. Don't forget to roll up the bottom of yr jeans. Went to an opening today and i felt so bloody uncool and stupid and alien. An intensly draining experience. A droll, lilting urban unfriendliness, its hard to explain. Of course, i'm convinced everyone thinks im a cop, which is ironic because every other hip fucker wears a moustache. So many fucking moustaches. And full beards. And moustaches. Do women like kissing guys with beards? Do women like getting head from guys with beards? Do women like beards? I suppose they must do. Does a hipster grow a beard to attract a mate or to wear it as a thing of prestige or of status? Is it a code of honour thing? a sign? A sort of initiation rite? I must be jealous. what with my silly little face and boyish demeanour. And my southland accent. And my 90s sillouette.

yeah right

2011-08-24T02:02:00.001-07:00

The Official Countdown

review -the workers club sat 20th aug

2011-08-20T20:31:00.000-07:00

We did it. We made it. Collingwood is the it. Lynton is tall and beside him its like the Tom Cruise effect and i look for ways to accentuate whats i got. Its shortness shorty you got short. I pay me way in and its like i paid for a tram ticket. NERD. Lynton waltzes in unnoticed. I pay for it. So the workers club is one of the hep joints if Melby-toon, indie nexus/solar plexus. USAs The Nothing People were performing as part of their Australian tour, and they were supported by the Free Choice duo, Mondo Phase band and Naked on the Vague.

Its that misty dark venue greyness,the peoples listless from a week keeping melbournes economy pumping, sink some brews and whatever you do, dont dance. I only manage to catch two acts, i even miss the headliners. Free Choice Duo distribute sublime synthetic data packets. We are Europeanized to the hilt. Top buttons done up, no tie. Heavy referencing of the Jean Michel Jarre school of franco-phonic space musics. No vocals. Members are statuesque at their data-entry stations. Audience wilts, eyes glaze over, my muscles shimmy to the early eightees analogue pulse. Oh analogue synth , yours is a timeless beauty. Always in style. Class. classic with a Kay.....
Next up was Mondo Phase Band, professional and super tight, Chrome-addled (and shamelessly derivitive - but hey! its Chrome! who cares!) rifferama, the Helios Creed creed, psych metal. Guitarist wears a Monoshock tee. hair is cut to emphasize fringe. Blonde. Thurston-esque.
Melbourne. No hatchet job reviews. Lets make this work. Big city. Big bad city.

photos from Grezzo Part to by EDIE STEVENS

2011-08-16T03:51:00.000-07:00

LINK HERE

first melbourne review pending

2011-08-15T04:02:00.000-07:00

whereby i will review the musical, performative and magico-sociology at the IDGAFF performance venue. Acts will include : THE SATANIC ROCKERS, LEVITATING CHURCHES, MAD NANNA, SOHEI, ASH AND CRUDE (a 'self'critique).

me first gig in melby....

2011-08-11T02:58:00.001-07:00

oh melby melby oh lordy girly hurdy fuggin gurdy

also....HEARTS/MINDS , a radio work of mine will be broadcast over at radia.fm soon. INFO HERE

melbourne #2

2011-08-07T17:28:00.000-07:00

Oh, folky folky folky
Folk indie indie folk,
Lite pretty hippy dippy
Pay packets phat
Painless and sunny

Melbourne

2011-08-04T16:44:00.001-07:00

I now live in Melbourne. Am getting head around it. Tooth still extremely painful and needs to be extracted.

heaRTS/MINDS - the radia project piece!

2011-07-23T20:11:00.000-07:00

http://radia.fm/?p=1297

grezzo part two programme

2011-07-21T19:07:00.001-07:00

PROGRAMME

Grezzo part two

(even more)

austerity measures

matthew middleton

july 22 – 27 2011

none gallery

dunedin new zealand

programme

(START TIMES TO THE DOT, ENDING TIMES MAY VARY)

day one

FRI JULY 22

opening 5.30 pm with adress and performance by crude, then party

DAY two

SAT JULY 23

from 12pm – 11pm (with breaks)

listening party – middleton will present the crude corpus from most recent works to the earliest . Spontaneous activity, performance etc

day three

sun july 24

3pm – 8pm (CANCELLED DUE TO SNOW)

readings and meditations

middleton will read his own work interspliced with readings from the upanishads, daoist literature, and various western treatises. Byo

day four

mon july 25

2pm – 5pm

improv performance

middleton will peform improvised pieces, all welcome to join in.

day five

tue july 26

12pm – 3pm

film screening – middletons video works are presented

day 6

closing party

with THE AESTHETICS

WEDNESDAY 8PM

i art is art i try is

2011-07-18T15:25:00.001-07:00

is try the art for twice in bi year

mental health triangle - the is and the be

2011-07-07T17:38:00.000-07:00

stop scratching your chode. pundit. africa. unity. boil. verlaine. anal. rambo. apposite. flurry. The mental health triangle is dada free. not trying nothing, just free like a bird, like a child. simple, artless, crude even.

radio one is dead

2011-07-01T17:14:00.000-07:00

VERY BAD NEWS FOR CREATIVITY AND 'VIBRANCY' HERE IN DUNEDIN.

STATEMENT BY RADIO ONE

ARTICLE IN OTAGO DAILY TIMES

Crude, Eye, Black Yoghurt, LSD Fundraiser - Chicks June 11 2011

2011-06-11T22:56:00.001-07:00

And other philosophic monisms. Take a torch unto ye! Bristling and newly wedded.

Well now another night out at Port Chalmers. Its actually a miracle that noise or noisier or noisier-than-thou acts can play in a pub that used to service only the most hardened wharfies, fishermen, sailors, navy, arms dealers, cigarette smugglers, pirates and politicians. There is still a little strain of the aforementioned types who rock on in and lecture you on how many years they've come to the pub and how they have never been asked to pay 5 dollars on the door and that they're offended to their very maritime core...then there's the younger fishermen, gawdy , scurrilous and right-leaning, they've payed their 5 dollars so they better get the A1 treatment!!! And their girlfriends too, 'we've got a dollar fifty',,,and you are supposed to feel like you're bohemian scum, ripping off the hard earned money from the over taxed over worked silent majority of this righteous land and we should actually PAY THEM to come in to listen to our noisy drivel anyway. Backbone of the country my ass.

Anyways, venues venues schmenues. Bane of my life. The whole world is a fucken venue. A big mismanaged corrupt venue with bands and lights and camera and action.

First up on this pre-whitsunday bash was Dunedins last great-white hope LSD Fundraiser, cassette four-tracker whacked straight into the mainline, a raft of tapes of his musique concrete and sound collage opus, lurid cymbal work, slackened piano strings and reverb boxes and such atmosphere ---- a bleak deathly grind - the Fundraiser's sound is a dark psychodelic funeral. Dene Barnes was seated al maudlin and introverted as he churned through his sound-histories, a meditative process...a gnostic process, shuffling the ethereal deck. "Poetry in Motion" --Gavin Shaw.

Sefton Holmes aka Black Yoghurt set up in the middle of the dance floor and delivered his new

set of songs - songs so very very good and so very very (very) virulent its a wonder no greasy talent scout hasn't signed the guy up for a life of photoshopping and amyl nitrate - I imagine he'd go down well in London(?). Dark EBM with a dirty south island analogue line, slice o' life lyric and ...yes....melody. I can still hear his harsh noise fan-base protesting..."you've sold out Sefton!"...yeah...naaah.....he's...evolved. These are intelligent songs - stylish, poignant. I could see them released - with big glossy posters and magazine spreads and television ads and a video for each single....kicking the asses of 'the adults' and 'shihad' et al.....

The Black Yoghurt play Auckland city July 7th at the Whammy Bar alongside Bastardwisher bandmate Glasgow and ex Dunedinites Snorgazzzm)..I wish them the very best up there in that self obsessed city state.

Eye played 3rd on the bill....the audience was one part boheme, one part local. Tough crowd. Tough like noughat. Like gristle.

The kinda gig where you get liquored straights gyrating like the blob on speed, belching up on stage and dismantling your gear, getting on the mic and slobbering over everyone 'go home you pricks, you hippies'...well... not quite, but close. If it weren't for Merrin Sinclair and her deft psychophysical handling of snarling groups of working class drunk guys I would've been shut down for sure. Thanks Merrin for ejecting that guy from the dance floor as he approached the stage all unpredictable and cocked and loaded.

Eyes' set was a barrell of fun. Drone and roll at its peak resembling the very essence of early Sonic Youth. One of Dunedins best bands IMHO. LMFAO. WTF- why the face. Peter Stapletons' tom-centric beat was typically trance inducing, his surrounding noise-makers brewing up feedback like its the freaking weather. Wind and rain and hullabulloo hoo haa. Weeeeee, wooooooo, waaaaa.

Sink holes and sandwiches, gone fishing, silts and slurries - best western. Drive on mister Strauss-Kahn, your leftist vision was snuffed out just in the nick of time! So lets book a group tour to Banyan Province and blow us up an ancient Buddha figurine! Spray tans! Snakes! 17th century orgy set! Society, damn you,,,society!! ooohh Barbara look its a bit grainy but I can make it out - a dark disc-like object left of that cloud. Fake. Fail. Its a fucken bird you idiot. A BIRD!!!

I gets on stage and improvise (make it up as i go). Synth into the PA, relentless informational pulsing, belligerent, ungracious and irreverent clarinet squawks 'screeeeeeeeeeeeeech warble warble trill trilly ....AM radio crunch'n'chancre/slightly retarded edge...directionless and coarse, in a word - crude. Thanks to all who enjoyed the silly display and took it for what it was - just another dream - another day, the generation of another set of neuronal pathways...their strength gets weaker over time until their eventual decay and reabsorbtion. Waking life is only one tiny part of our true life. We live on in another dimension every night as we sleep. And we have dreamless sleep too - such bliss. One of the reasons I am attracted to upanishadic thought is its consideration of sleep as a valid and important phenomenon. The 'three states' are just as real as each other. Believe it or not (wow really? Nooooooo really? ) it is dreamless sleep where we're at our closest to the Absolute. So suck on that. Crude Live. Epistemology and artechoke hearts.

Thanks to Dene Barnes and Sefton Holmes and the chaps from Eye for performing that night - great sets by all - and thanks again to Forbes for his sound-tech skills and his tireless attention to detail. Thanks to Hector from Chicks for hosting experimental music in an age of musical malaise and cynicism and in a lil' port town where most of the locals dont really get it or want it.

Our cells divide further and further and our telomeres shorten.

Zip.

Fumes

2011-06-09T17:35:00.000-07:00

Digital Album
Fumes - the solvent and the soluble .Plasma fanfares. Newest of the new. Phaser-saturated wisps of 70s roland synthesiser, inner -inner-inner space and blood/brain barriers. Cackle and cluck. Warm jets...warm vacuum. Dark matter. Future religious musics. This album officially released at Lines of Flight 06. Akka Dakka. Simon. Myelin

Fumes by Crude

my friend ford

2011-06-09T04:16:00.001-07:00

&amp;amp;amp;lt;a href="http://crude.bandcamp.com/track/my-friend-ford"&amp;amp;amp;gt;my friend ford by Crude&amp;amp;amp;lt;/a&amp;amp;amp;gt;

remembering glass

2011-06-09T04:09:00.001-07:00

no no, not phillip

&amp;amp;amp;lt;a href="http://crude.bandcamp.com/track/the-past-as-glass"&amp;amp;amp;gt;The Past as Glass by Crude&amp;amp;amp;lt;/a&amp;amp;amp;gt;

thought

2011-06-09T03:59:00.000-07:00

being without conceptions. That electric whir of life, the life-force. It feels like its about one, a cloud. But no - according to the advaitins, it carries on into infinity. Ones being is absolute. it stretches out from the heart and participates in all space.

ascendancy by Crude

remembering grezzo part one

2011-05-31T20:10:00.001-07:00

my art show from 2010. Grezzo part two is coming up at the same venue July 22-29th !

Grezzo part one : Austerity Measures from Edie Eves on Vimeo.

we be sick

2011-05-29T21:14:00.000-07:00

Crude live gig is coming up june 11 at chicks with Eye and guests.

not a cd release.

its getting cold.

too cold.

highlights

2011-05-07T21:29:00.001-07:00

....highlights from 2008

'the creative madman under national - a manifesto'

'nz election live blog 2008'

a statement from 2009

2011-05-07T19:20:00.000-07:00

taken from 'the crude decade 2009' ...READ HERE

"This mission of mine is a kind of alchemy. My music is refined gradually. Releases and actions are measured and represent the latest stage of refinement. There is no arrival; only movement and further refinement to come. The Crude meme started rough-as-guts, obscure, immature, silly - like a schoolboys science project. And it still is really.

Placing myself into the culture has been complicated. There are many layers to it - we have the local culture, Dunedin, with 4 or 5 venue/culture mafias or door-keepers one simply must play ball with. I won't name them here. Small city/large town socio-cultural politics is as fascinating as it is stifling. The golden rule - this town is far too small to actively burn bridges within the creative sector because one day you just might run into and even have to work with whoever you burned again and again and again in the future. You will also limit possibilities for others - artists who just want to get on with people and their projects. All in all bridge burning is a selfish and unwise act. I learnt that lesson years ago. Sort of.
On a slightly larger scale is the national culture - and the same rule applies here because New Zealand is very small. Although you can disassociate yourself from other groups a lil' bit. You define your realm firstly with the genre of music you perform and secondly by way of your politics(and even if you believe yourself to be apolitical - news flash - there are skilled observers out there who'll ascertain your 'leanings' even by the vway you wear your hair). The gatekeepers in NZ are manifold - those who rise up through the ranks are often blessed with the gift of the gab, have plenty of cash reserves, can network up a storm, have friends in leadership positions both corporate and governmental, exude mana (or know someone who exudes it), and whos music is commercial, rootsy, work-affirming, healthy, and humble. My position within New Zealands culture is seemingly microscopic - but it's cultish. NZ's music 'scene' utilizies Crude as a sort of last resort, a filler story, a novelty act or a curio. But 'at the end of the day' Crude is always there. Like oxygen. Permanenceand timelessness are my aims. A refusal to go away and die. Transmuting ones everlasting soul into data to be stored, backed up, and filed away for ever. Crude is asouthern entity within the national schema, its southern roots stretching deeper and deeper into the soil with each year, the south as base of operations - as home, as nest. Of course, we all know New Zealand music is Auckland-o-centric, and so alot of my work is neglected, because i rarely appear there in the flesh. Luckily those into the type of music i record are usually very progressive and reasonable people. But I can't wholly escape the odd barnyard jape and redneck reference. You just can't. Invercargill is Invercargill. And it will be forever.
The final placement for the project is the international realm. This is acheived in the main using the internet, usually by joining borderless world-wide interest groups and actively participating in them. I feel that the net has spawned a truly international electronic music movement. We congregate under the webs umbrella and inspire and inform each others works. It is a perpetual conversation. It is disembodied, mobile, anarchic, self-organizing and very powerful. One can record, remix and deliver a track to someone in Malaysia and get it back in a new form quicker than it takes to walk to the dairy and back. A guy in Siberia will know more about your latest release than the guy in the next room in the house. You can send a track instantly to 100 different people in practically every corner of the globe quicker than it takes you to hand a cassette to the guy down the hall. Of course, this is OLD NEWS, we all know this...but come on, its still pretty amazing! The ramifications must frustrate local media cliques no end - especially those who crave control of it.

So anyway, thanks again for spending a little time looking at things from my perspective. I really. truly. appreciate your support. You are supporting me by reading me. And if you're compelled to purchase a cd, why! that's all the better. But i'll be happy even if you go stream a crude track.
Yessir, its a struggle. Mein Kamph. I struggle on. On and on against a world I didn't design. Sport reigns supreme here, its mega-church is being built down ravey road as I write. Sport. Rugby. A sport to find the team who can safely collect the food package or the kill back across opposing tribal terrain and to the village. Or safely bringing a message home perhaps. Now we just click a mouse.
Apparently, my right-leaning relatives bellow - there'spiles of money out there. Millions of dollars all up for grabs. Anyone can crawl up from the bottom and become a zillionaire! So why do i feel like theres this huge corporate vacuum cleaner in the sky - like an evil silent alien drone, sucking,skimming and feltching out every last cent out of every last human to fatten the already grotesquely over-loaded pockets of a few sociopathic, narcissistic, control-addicted and sadistic men? (oh sorry - thats right. It's us 'welfare criminals' that are the cause of the crisis)"

crude album discovered on ITUNES

2011-05-07T19:01:00.000-07:00

..oh my golly gosh. the dopamine 20 !!!

LOOKY HERE

2011-05-02T03:24:00.001-07:00

WHO SMELLS THE PSY-OPS

Crude Transactions now available from Band Camp

2011-04-28T17:01:00.001-07:00

Songs still being added, so the full album not quite there but the majority of it is there. You can stream but downloads are charged. like a psychic taser.

CRUDE TRANSACTIONS

crop online!

2011-04-25T00:10:00.000-07:00

heres the link to the newest KUNST/KULTURE magazine's ONLINE HOME!

ENJOY

photo by Gilbert May

key

2011-04-15T01:08:00.000-07:00

2011-04-11T23:15:00.001-07:00

Petrobras. Billions of dollars to our economy. Petrobras. Go to Hell National. Fucking Die. Fuck them all. Fuck this fucking piece of shit society, fuck this fucking world. Death. Death. Death is all I see. Death and rape and pain. Fuck them. Kiwis will vote them in and offer up their ripe assholes for a good humiliating raping. Ideology before logic. TV3 has told us : "national have already won. there is no option. "

flesh of moon vid and merch ov the mo' vlog

2011-04-07T15:18:00.000-07:00

ps - the Crude merchandise blog is ...HERE

nz media

2011-04-05T02:59:00.000-07:00

The media in New Zealand is so blatantly pro-National. Whoever pens the newsreaders story is a complete lackey for the neo-liberal arm of the national party. The media is literally trying to crush any opposition to the National Party objective. It'll jump onto Labours slightest weak spot, load phrases with freudian turd power, rub salt into wounds and tell you fair and square there shall be NO CONTEST for National has ALREADY WON. And thing is - NZ eats it all up. Like weet-bix covered in daddys jism. National and its industry propagandists, public relations experts, psycho-sociologists, behaviourists, sports psychologists,lawyers and other lackeys know how to push kiwi buttons because basically -this is a country of hooping , eye gauging, frothing-at-the-asshole right wing thugs. They honestly think National has the interests of small business at heart. They honestly think the unemployed in this country chose their plight. Just like those freshly unemployed christchurch folk - no...no..they're...they're different...they're a different type of unemployed loser aren't they. They're the righteous unemployed losers. The type of loser that demands respect. Unlike that mental patient down the street. Those mentally ill losers, they chose their lifestyle.

Its a muckraking culture that makes you gag. Basically - if (no no.....when we vote for National, we deserve every piece of viscous, boys-own, daughter-humping legislation we get and all of their nefariously insidious longterm implications. No-one seems to be able to think past ...what...6 months...? Do we even want our children to succeed??? Clearly not. Not here. Not now.

Crude Transactions news

2011-04-01T18:41:00.001-07:00

The Crude Transactions collaboration album will soon be available on Bandcamp for $15 US dollars......in fact over the year I shall be archiving a good wad of Crudery onto the Bandcamp site - some of the best albums - so keep an eye out. Feel free to support the Crude mission by doing something crazy like purchasing a CD or a mp3 album. Crude uses Paypal - paypal addy is crudepay@yahoo.com

I've discovered JEWEL CASES and have re-issued several Crude albums using the environmentally unfriendly casing.

Please email me for further information.

One of my favourite bands of all time is Suicide - and I'll be spinning some old bootlegs from some early ('77,'78) shows on radio One tomorrow (sunday the 3rd of April) at 6-8pm NZ time.

Lines of Flight 2011

2011-03-24T19:07:00.000-07:00

The experimental/electronic/ambient/avant garde/sound art/improv event par excellence kicked off last night, and I'll be reviewing the entire series for the radio one/ gilbert may co-produced magazine entitled CROP. Yehaaah!

LINES OF FLIGHT BLOG

Libya Operation: Foreign Oil Interests Prompt Invasion

2011-03-19T19:01:00.000-07:00

Libya Operation: Foreign Oil Interests Prompt Invasion

Crude Transactions release party perspectives part 2

2011-03-10T22:43:00.001-08:00

Black Yoghurt aka Sefton Holmes was the man of the match. The penultimate set. Synth based dark pop with organic juno 6 triads underneath. But not far behind him was a blissful Armpit featuring 'LSD Fundraiser' aka Dene Barnes. 2 blazing saddles. The signature phaser and tubescream of Barnes a bed (of nails) for the transcendental snitzle that is Clayton Noone's guitar amp. A beautiful percussion free set lending credence to the entire transactions venture.
After them twas thee ISO12 electro event. An ISO12 set is like a crash course in chuang-tzu style spontaneity. ISO is less solo performer than facilitator - he selflessly offers up what he has called 'the train'...an old school electro beat triggering moogs and software synths, sampler and free style rap and vocals breaks abound - isos sensuous'n'smooth almost 'northern soul' style singing creeps under yr skin and makes you shiver. hes oblivious to whoever joins the stage as long as what they're doing is in sync with the train. So we got a few players up, Max 'Batskin' Read truly conjuring up a truly odd atmosphere from the juno 6, for instance. Thanks iso12, Jason Aldridge that is - a man I have known since '95 and someone i can truly call a good friend and an integral member of the musical community down here.
Next up was 420 Center. Jeez 8.8 on the richter scale!!!!!!! Japan just hit. Man oh man. 420 centre was a special one of version of 'Mental Health Triangle' a free style out-fit with an ethic of absolute lyrical spontenaity - even if it comes across as childish. Especially if it comes across as childish. Billy Childish. This version was carried by Jon White (mc jumps)_. His is a mind of rare wit and melodic playfullness. Justin Ta'ulu was classic mc science community. A rich tenor. Animated unassuming and a little bit filthy. Joining the 420 center was rachel dragonforce ancd
mc norgacs.....//? ///////i was a bit lost for words up there , by that point my vocal output was reduced to hooligan hooting and that uselessly inauthentic eastern accent
personality. The gulf left by an absent lady grey (toki) was humungus. He got the genius.

review:: Jason Kahn, Bruce Russell, Richard Francis, Radio Cegeste, Lee Noyes

2011-03-10T21:53:00.000-08:00

bruce russell //.///richard francis ///radio cegeste //// lee noyes ///jason kahn

DPAG back in january 2011

Sound Art has reached a new level of credibility since Susan Philipsz won the prestigious Turner Prize last year in the UK. “A shot in the arm for Sound Art” is how one 'culture editor' described her victory. So we shall see more and more speakers and head-sets inside bone white gallery spaces.

A close relative of the sound installation is the sound performance - instead of automatic or generative sounds that bleed from sonic machines and sculptures we have rock stars at the helm. Or perhaps data entry workers, comms technicians, the old in-out-in-out telephone operator schtick.

Here in Dunedin we are at the tail end of many southern journeys by experimental/improv/sound art 'helmsmen', and on January 28^th Richard Francis, Jason Kahn and Bruce Russell arrived in town to champion their cause(s). In support were Sally Ann McIntyre aka Radio Cegeste in collaboration with Lee Noyes.

A little background. Our international visitor was Jason Kahn, most famous for his label Cut which operated between 1998-2008. Essentially an outlet for his own work, he branched out to release other artists quickly and at its closure the Cut backcatalogue boasted releases by Gunter Muller, Olivia Block, Tu m' and Gregor Hotz, amongst several others. Kahn is an artist par excellence – his CV is a jaw-dropping compendium of installation pieces, collaborations, publications, group exhibitions, seminars, works for radio, graphical scores, works for theatre and writing. He has colluded with hundreds of avant garde luminaries worldwide – both in the orient as well as occident. His is a model of excellence that any emerging sound-artist might like to emulate.

And so, were in truly esteemed company as he assembled his circuits with low-keyed, retiring ease. A New Yorker based in Zurich, Kahn cut a wirey figure with large framed spectacles part Woody Allen part William Burroughs..

Dunedin art intelligensia assembles and shuffles..a connectionist chorus, face-time, plans, latest projects, new house, new hair, new life. Joints crack, snot purged. Settle, settle, striaghten the spine, sink, sink. Credit, waffle, boyish.

Lee Noyes and Sally Ann McIntyre performed first. Sally had amassed a curious collection of items

to toy with – and in a speculative facebook post early that day she mused over the outcomes of a meeting between “ a mini-FM transmitter, a bakelite valve radio, a homemade kitset theremin, six identical pocket size transistors, a 78rpm record from the 1940s featuring "master radio canaries" (a gift from John Demetrick), field recordings made in the grounds of seacliff lunatic asylum, and a small music box that plays edith piaf's l'accordeoniste...” . Noyes utilized his famous mini-sized kit, this time stripped back to absolute bare boner. What occurred was simply gorgeous – the FM and valve radios effervesced and tittered, radio emits a sound so archetypal to those of us with a penchant for information and paranoia, grey sound – empty fuzz such a narcotic delight in my childhood..Noyes mirrored the chatter and crunch of radio by stretching drum-skins, scraping and sucking, blowing and shuttling, his kit transforms into an ululating backdrop for McIntyres radio-orchestration. Melody enters as McIntyre spins the haunting 78 and manipulates music box ,the evocative multi-verse of source materials create a new world. There is a delerium to this performance.

The birdsong and field-recordings created a sense of the baroque and the oriental, like a scene from an islamic garden of delights..birds and warm sweet breezes, beneath which rivers flow.

And so I attended my first improvised performance of radio and drum. And I don't think any one else would have had the imagination and responsive sensitivity to make it work. Bravo Lee and Sally.

After a short break Auckland based sound artist Richard Francis sits at his console, his laptop, tone generators and pedal box attuned and primed, his goatee and heavy-rimmed glasses adding a sense of continental sophistication to the display, a new look since I met him last. Francis, who runs the CMR label, works in a similar fashion to Kahn, touring widely, collaborating actively – and creating sound pieces for installation. Kahn and Francis released a Cd on the Monochrome Vision label in 2009. Praised for its controlled minimalism, the album is available via Francis's website , listed below. www.richardfrancis.co.nz .

Racing this time....Francis calls forth Ba'al in the form of a whistling digital drone. Jason Kahn sits at his portal centerstage and gets to work on his own sadistic tone. Bruce Russel joins the trio and adds a wailing seemingly pre-recorded synth or organ line into the cloud, an alien warble with religio-magical proclivities, organic and vile and senile, a sick meditation on indo-aryan death-rites perhaps, a nasty drug drone. The three gentelmen sit at their portals and weave a long-slow feed ...gurgle and dribble and fiz'n'whizz. Tonal palpitations. Hiccups. 3 men and a big-bang. A long one. We ponder how the sound relates to the space and vice versa. A body with no organs. Pain. Metastasis and neuronal plasticity. Slowdive. On a (circuit) bender. Kahn, Francis and Russel speed on. The din shifts and heaves and races through phases and moments. The sound calls into question tense and time, moment and memory, micro-repetitions, the roaring blizzard is essential circular. Do we travel with the sound, or do we step outside it and observe it as a whole unit? Do we have a choice? What is the ultimate measure?

The piece runs the gamut of aesthetic proceedures electro-noise has to offer. Spastic delays, glacial phasers, mindbending echoes,lurid loops, circuit bends, trembling tremolo, anti-natural reversals, over-wrought compression......many more besides. In summa - What better way to spend an early evening!

Noise music and electro-acoustic experiments are physical things. Tactile experiences. We are made to pay attention to the moment and its link to the next moment. We are called on to endure, we are

called on to appreciate new angles, new cracks, new peaks, new troughs. Time and event. How noise saturated space moulds the psychosocial. Sound art illumines the invisible. It links space to time in new ways. And its time is always now.

For more information on the work of Jason Kahn and Cut records, go to his website at http://jasonkahn.net/ . An essay by Bruce Russell http://www.thewire.co.uk/articles/2116/ and information on he work of Richard Francis is here: www.richardfrancis.co.nz .

Matt Middleton

....look out for my Lines of Flight 2011 review in the Radio One Arts and Culture Magazine due out in April.

Crude Transactions release party perspectives

2011-03-10T15:06:00.000-08:00

How bout that Charlie Sheen. Channeling the soul of some mid-20th century American novellist with crack-rock fury. The whole WORLD is watching. A strange distraction. My reading has moved away from the great Stoics and Cynics of Greece and Rome back eastward again into South India and its Advaita Vedanta traditions. The Upanishads, Adi Sankara, Ramana Maharshi, Brahmanism. The soul is eternal, indivisible and is both Atman and Brahman. We must enquire within and find our true self beyond ego beyond time beyond body beyond space. In the end we find Brahman. Such richness in this philosophy and so many parellels to Daoism and Zen Buddhism. The ancient Upanishads are a document as important as the Lao Tzu, as deep as the Zen doctrines.

And a big FUCK YOU to the National Party, sneaking through their neo-liberal anti-life anti-worker anti-r+d policies while we're all preoccupied by the earthy-quake. Thats electioneering GOLD for the National Party eh. World cup! Rugby and Money is ALL WE CARE ABOUT EH. Fuck em, Im outta here mate. Gooodbye NZ and good fucking riddance. It really does make you wonder if it was HAARP all along.

So we threw the Crude Transactions release party the other night, and it was a potent little mix of good people and performers with the ability to adapt and survive.

Beagle boys. First thing, I'd like to thank my lovely wife Christine for doing the door . That is one job i just don't seem to be able to handle - people streaming in in pugnacious spurts, pretending not to even notice you sitting there, people wanting to 'see someone' or 'use the toilet', people who simply will not pay because they're related to one of the musicians, groups of American tourists pouring in en masse - in these situations i would usually crumble into a twitching altruistic mass, guilt complexes from fifteen years ago raising their ugly heads again, letting people in all over the place, in fact I'm convinced that if people even LOOK at me they'll assume they can get in free. Perhaps its the amount of free content i have online or something. Its quite possible the fact i have so much free content has other musicians fuming. The amount of 'fuck offs' i get when I'm onstage (especially when im playing with Idiot Prayer or Mr Biscuits or something) says it all. I'm a dinosaur who's holding all the new blood back. I'm personally responsible for these acts not getting the complete attention they deserve. Why is it that I can get away with playing shitty music and its considered

'art' ? Whats so special about me? The musician union want me out. And soon ill be giving you what you want!! Yehawwwww!!!! You can have your Matt M free world finally!! But i digress ---I'm 'pulling a Charlie '(Sheen). Chris turned them away like a trooper. Shes my rock. My crack rock.

First up was an installation of sorts, FM radios positioned around the bar ready to receive the master transmission, conspicuous bugging, geo-spatial vectors. Radiotronic and Tesla conscious. Radio Cegeste relayed the piece we had worked on for the cd. The space resonated with tinny splendor. Lil' radio under the pillow when you were 6, on acid. Or something.

Next was Wu, or Wu version one before Alex MacKinnon joined our ranks. Lee Noyes is an absoloute joy to improvise with. He drums like a painter. Very painterly drumming. Flitter flicker and glissando. Pollock. Scratch and snuff. Toking. Purple. Tenor and clarient and Shawm. Clack.

Next up was uhhhh...um....shit.. oh yeah BLACK YOGHURT . And MAN he ruled it. He was slick, pro, bleeding edge and playing great arpegiated songs on a Roland Juno 6. Top marks.What ho. Part two coming soooon

end of part one

CRUDE TRANSACTIONS IS NOW AVAILABLE.

2011-03-04T19:20:00.000-08:00

Review of the release party coming, all involved shall get their copies soon, copies for sale email crude696@yahoo.co.nz

the insert:

high quality version of my friend ford

2011-02-26T23:13:00.001-08:00

2011-02-24T22:11:00.001-08:00

dunedin assholes

over at the end timers jukebox

2011-02-20T22:37:00.000-08:00

..we've had a great bunch of shows over the weeks since we last talked about it...
and yeah, the radio show is now being podcasted, well, i n a fairly delayed fashion, but theres a few shows up now so, if you wanna go download one HERES a link to the files.

This evenings jukebox will ne focussing on 'netlabels' , and man, there's some beautiful experimental electronic work available for free out there. Heres a link to tonights playlist - check out the links to the various artists and check out their work.

http://endtimesjukeboxx.blogspot.com/2011/02/show-number-12.html

ready

2011-02-18T17:16:00.000-08:00

The new libertarian me. (Tui beer : Yeah Right). Crude 2011. Its a business now, I'm a sole trader. So lets have a meeting. Got tees to sell, figures to justify. Music to produce, markets to infiltrate.

I am now a married man, i got this huge chunk of gold on my left hand. 2 beautiful new microphones, external soundcard/interface, 1 TB data storage(I know...ONLY 1), hundreds of blank discs and millions of sheets of card for making cd covers. Printer ink. Website. Bits of brain left.

Here in Dunedin theres a real mercantile buzz, new galleries for contemporary art practices have popped up, we have Rice and Beans, Jim Currins private experimental theatre, 'A' Gallery and new studio spaces everywhere.

Its always a good year for sound art when Lines of Flight is happening. Crude won't be performing this year, but I have the duty of reviewing the festival for Gilbert Mays Kunst Kultur zine. So in a sense, I suppose i will be performing after all.

crude transactions

2011-01-31T22:11:00.000-08:00

the cd is officialy to be released march 3rd 2011

election incantation

2011-01-26T00:45:00.000-08:00

speeches infused with power

bored on a wednesday

2011-01-25T19:22:00.000-08:00

I overlaid phil goffs speech over john keys speech on the same day. Goff was kicking off his 2011 election campaign, as was John Key. Key's speech was delivered to business leaders and bankers, Goff spoke to the general populace.

Heres part two:

My Friend Ford - video

2011-01-25T01:25:00.000-08:00

hey babe

2011-01-24T15:12:00.000-08:00

National party. Will they clinch their second term? And if they do, will the privatization agenda kick into full gear? This year, will the Labour party inspire the New Zealand public with a strong campaign? Is Phil Goff Prime Minister material? Will Labour turn the centrists who voted National in 2008 around?

Well, heres a new Crude track, from 'Stealth'

Crude - My Friend Ford by crudercloud

oh happy day

2011-01-19T15:39:00.000-08:00

Better mood today.

I am now a member of LinkedIn, please look at my professional profile.

The working title for Crude projects this year is

Crude - 'global economic collapse'

ahhh, FTW

2011-01-17T15:28:00.000-08:00

I hate this miserable society. I really do. New Zealand medias read like cold, joyless things. It seems barren labour, money accumulation and sport are all we need know or live for. I hate this country's anhedonic bottom line. A maudlin raft of working poor and working not-so-poor, shitting and puking up clusters of meat'n'dag, hallensteins tops and non-aesthetics, blank stares, tv3 has told us all 'national has already won the 2011 general election'. Have you noticed the boot on our face, digging in deeper with nasty incremental thrusts? A little piece of draconian legislation there, a rising fee here, a new physical barrier there, a civil right weakened by design there? Little by little by little? And we eat our dag-pie and drink our weasel-speights and dream up new ways to market male kiwiness to male kiwis. We simmer like the frog in the pot. The water is heating up...slow. Slowly now. We notice it not.
I hate the swathes of dead, eating plastic, questioning nothing. Lining our veins with plastic. Scowling corporates off to their Otago Peninsula mansion run over snot nosed toddlers from Corstophine and hush it up real good. Rugby masons pack rape a poodle and post it on youtube. There's only one thing we want or need. A good venue to watch the world cup. Thats the only entertainment we want.
Bohemia is dead now - have you noticed? The punks are gone. Even the hippies are gone.
No more freaks - they've all died off. Theres a few brave freaks amongst the teens and early 20s set, but they are truly a rarity. Maybe the anarchists and activists of the northern hemisphere are organised and blossoming - i could be wrong about this death - stay in Dunedin too long and you lose perspective. It just seems that counterculture is subsumed and appropriated by corporate interests at a shocking pace. Idea hunters exhibit a new android stealth. New infiltration systems. 'That cool guy' . 'That guy who bought us the drinks'. 'That foreign chap'.

yes

2011-01-16T22:23:00.000-08:00

The family of yes.

toggle.

Haze.

Olay.

There was another end timer radio schlomo the other nite . (numba 6) . Numba 7 is tonitey.

[ yitb[

i think arial will do the job courier new used to do. not as cool , but WTF

dance show by dj crude

2011-01-03T00:36:00.001-08:00

over at the end times jukeboxx we have :::::

Show #5

January 3 2011 HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!!

1. queen - rock and roll medley - live boston 1976
2. Capuano - close encounters
3.pleasure zone - fantasy
4. Falco - Auf de Flucht
5.Extra T's - I like it (cornflakes)
6. Amenisie - Turas
7. Gucci Crew 2 - booty shake
8. Channel One - Technicolor
9.Shannon - Give me Tonight
10 LA Dream Team - Calling on the Dreamteam
11.Technotronic pump up the jam
12 Mr De - What U Like
13.mc luscious - i fucked your boyfriend
14. DJ Laz - Esa Morena
15.Yello - the race
16. Nick Straker Band - Straight Ahead (link in Polish)
17.Gwen McRae - funky sensation
18. Man Parrish - Boogie Down
19.the Rah Band - Night Wind
20.Melpomen - Agallis
21. Marie Moor - Pretty Day

22. Rockets - Cosmic race

happy new year!

2011-01-02T03:21:00.000-08:00

Happy New Year from all of us here at Crude Clinics.
2011 shall be an exciting entrepreneurial enterprise for all.
best wishes to all.
"Crude Transactions' will be out mid January.
"Stealth" data DVD is available now. email me for a copy.

2011 - the year of mass ufo events in dunedin

and cd sales

and love

and bacchian revelry

and rice bran oil

AND YEAH - 2011 IS THE YEAR OF NON-COLLABORATION

and RITUAL AMBIENT WOODWIND

STEALTH - COMPLETED

2010-12-26T20:19:00.000-08:00

the data dvd of crude works for 2010 is completed. This will be the last of the 'data archive' type releases. This makes releases of this type now three for 08,09, and 10 . Therefore it is a tryptich work.

2008: L'archivio dei lavori ultimati da Matt Middleton per l'ANNUNCIO 2008 di anno

2009: 'Archive '09'

2010: STEALTH

CRUDE - STEALTH

RECORDINGS BY MATTHEW MIDDLETON FOR THE YEAR 2010

HUMAN TIME - ECONOMIC TIME - UNIVERSAL TIME

1. blessed new ager/aged

2. blip2010 hydro-slide

3. bus stop loser cruiser/sound-art schmoozer

4. bedebedebede penis-headed roboto

5. cafe squeal gay baristas

6. calling the continent shawm whine

7. cells cutty sark

9. clustercluster must'a cussed'r

10. creaker tippy tones

11. crick click

12. cruderbeat glue-huff slam

13. data sound slime moulds

14. dishes crockery'n'detergent

15. drown texas swing hotel blood

16. evil triffidic march

17. fritz radio syrup

18. flute shedder stoic sundays

19. future africa chinese bop

20. grandaddy's saturday night piano recital fiddle'n'tinkle

21. grandfather cantakerous drunk

22. guts four-to-the-floor

23. home appliances self-pleasure

24. home sound found sound

25. invidious, ignominious joints

26. islam determinism

27. i take a sip sound o' slurp

28. jan 1 bono

29. la deccenie brut filthy rag

30. marina john keys bike track

31. my friend ford big ideas

32. oh triumph bigger ideas

33. oh yeah porn dialogue

34. pianola keyboard pranks

35. queen (remix) one hair on his moustache would get you pregnant

36. radio bob big bobby bee goes to the railwee

37. radio eckigkeiten und unregelmäßigkeiten transmission

38. rads fizz cackle

39. ravey navy tune

40. rock bloodier gg allin

41. saturday night stupid student

42. scape dat goat point

43. scatter fidget milo

44. shed cum epicurean sunday

45. showers against plastic shed

46 slathering beast docking ship

47. stealth tory planning

48. sukk people generally

49. whisper

50. whistledeath dragon-veins

51. wu diddly wu jam with lee noyes remixed

52. ww3 ww3 ww3 ww3 and other fantasies

53. yo half-hearted street beat

54. the past as glass voice

54. last song (for 2010) sealed with a fist

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recorded in the shed, ravensbourne, dunedin , new zealand jan-dec 2010 .

matthew middleton - clarinet, bass recorder, vocals, saxophone, editing, effects.

artless intent electro-acoustic division 2010-2341.

TO SECURE YR COPY ($35 nz) email me at crude696@yahoo.co.nz

THE TRYPTICH OF CRUDE DATA CDS IS $100 NZ

crude transactions cd

2010-12-16T16:32:00.000-08:00

cover art....release jan 2011

the collaboration album

new stoa 2011

2010-12-16T15:33:00.000-08:00

Readings into Eastern quietist thought has lead me westward and into the amazing world of Hellenism. I've discovered Stoicism. Notably Epictetan Stoicism. One differentiates between what is 'up to you' and what is not up to you. In other words what you can control and what is out of your control. Stoicism suggests the what is in your control is a mere sliver of the whole, namely your own decisions, actions, volition etc - your desires and aversions. Your actions. All 'good' is to be found only within. What you tell yourself about events, and how you choose to react to them is where moral judgement should ultimately lie - events and situations are not good or evil in themselves.(thats dubious). Like Buddhism, the passions are to be snuffed out. Indifference to the external world is the key. That which is not up to you should be nothing to you. Perhaps this over-simple summation makes Stoicism seem severe, immoral and inhuman, as one delves further we discover a rigorous science in stoicism.

http://stoicscollege.com/college_books.php

http://www.amazon.co.uk/Stoic-Ethics-Epictetus-Happiness-Philosophy/dp/0826496083

end time jukebox show #4

2010-12-13T14:30:00.000-08:00

dec 13th 2010........

END TIMES JUKEBOXX FOR MONDAY DEC 13TH 2010
(link to end time jkbox blog)

1. luc ferrari - - 7'28
2. PERFECT STRANGERS - listen , the light
3. kebekelektrik - war dance
4.malpomen - makrotatos
5.4 skins - i don't wanna die
6.d.a.f - der mussolini
7.queen - sheer hear attack
8.faust - munic_yesterday
9. synaulia III (ancient roman music)
10. pita - more break after the terror
11. rise of the city cat cult - cash to burn
12.pita - more break after the terror
13. jim o'rourke - flat without a back
14. martin rev - rocking horse
15. art ensemble of chicago - illistrum
16.martin rev - rocking horse
17. ac/dc - C.O.D
18.esplendor geometrico - introspeccion
19. CHARLES SUDBURY - FUNERARy SUITE NO.4
20.laxative souls - niccolai
21.2 LIVE CREW - I AIN'T BULLSHITTIN'
22. gg allin - i hate my audience interview
23. jeanette und das land Z - poupee de circe , poupee de con
24. manowar - fighting the world
25. notorious BIG - you're nobody (till somebody kills you)
26. voivod - order of the black guard
27. rockets - cosmic race
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actualities

2010-12-08T23:33:00.000-08:00

no moment, only consequence.
nickles and dimes
culture of the not-now
atheist and agnostic
no more
died and com back
and met a faggot
called gawd

NEW BLOG SITE FOR END TIMES JUKEBOXX

2010-12-06T15:04:00.000-08:00

NEW SITE

end times jukeboxx show #3 setlist

2010-12-06T14:13:00.000-08:00

1.Korkarlen -Timewave Zero
2.Atrax Morgue - Colori Di Morte
3.Apocalyptic frequency Experience - a horror of empty space part 2
4.Beyond Sensory experience - Across the Divide
5.Abandoned Place - Untitled 2
6. Streicher - Genetic Scumdeath
7. The Legendary Pink Dots -Cubic Caesar
8.Nocturnal Emissions - the hesitant return of guatarris guitar
9 Current 93 -Ach Golgotha - (Maldoror is Dead)
10. Master Slave Relationship - Get Even
11.Yen Pox -descent
12. coH -2
13. Schloss Tegal - Oranur III (last track on disc one)
14.Stilluppsteypa - Love brother(of the parents house)
15. Biosphere - Modifie
16. Konau - Deep
17. NNY - untitled 8
18. Suicide - rocket usa (live)

CrudeCamp

2010-12-01T01:22:00.000-08:00

CRUDECAMP will grow to include sale albums from backcatlogue soon .

Stream it, like it, fucken well BUY IT

http://crude.bandcamp.com/

vids - crude in melb

2010-11-30T21:39:00.000-08:00

crude@sunshine&grease slow version from Matt Middleton on Vimeo.

end times jukeboxx set #2

2010-11-29T00:19:00.000-08:00

end times jukeboxx show /radio one for 29th nov.....

notstandkomitee - interstellare liebe

Vanemuine - Boggart

mono atro - Oliva

siegmar fricke - dysmorphic contact

kim cascone - brown fox

camp - untitled

ten and tracer - glad to generalize with you

tg live dimensia + scorched earth

the thing end title - john carpenter

Akira Rabelais - 4 (edit iii) nt

Freur - Doot Doot ext 12" mix

Harald Grosskoph - emphasis

Abruptum - in ictu oculi

tuxedomoon - what use

the lucky dragons - realistic rhythm

seht - way in the middle of the air

SND - push 5

COCasper - Sort of Things

Keith rowe / Oren Ambarchi --Flypaper i

Zoviet France - ram

Der Plan - ich bin schizophren

Atrax Morgue - in Dahmers ApartmeNT

Dick the Phone - off to work

Bang On - Hands High

SPK - another dark age (live)

truth

2010-11-25T00:52:00.000-08:00

fuck the tories, fuck the corrupt, fuck the rapists, fuck the child molesters, fuck the child sex networks taking shelter behind wealth and power, fuck this fucking world system, fuck religion, fuck god, god never existed and never will, fuck the music industry, fuck work, fuck slavery, fuck fucking looking for shit jobs, fuck having to prove myself over and over and over again, fuck playing for free, fuck time-wasters, fuck psychic vampires, fuck stalkers, fuck fakers, fuck dunedin, fuck animal abusers, fuck gangs, fuck bullies, fuck stand-overerers, fuck its not what you know its who you know, fuck money, fuck commercial music, fuck stop'n'chats

show number one

2010-11-22T11:12:00.001-08:00

set list for 22nd nov first show 'electronic'

1. takeshi nakamura - untitled 8 FORM album
2. cHRIS AND cOSEY - RE-EDUCATION THROUGH LABOUR
3. D'Incise - pluie sur mon jardin absent
4. dOME - 7 YEAR
5. Phonophani -Earth Driver
6. cOIL AND cOH - Loves Septic Domain
7. Antiguo Automata Mexicana - Extirpe
8.Pimmon - Beach Party
9.Com truise - trypira
10.dedxound - this pills pills
11. Atom tm - weissess rauchen
12.druhb - melice
13. Makunouchi Bento - Jallek
14.viTALIC - THE PAST
15. Fuck Buttons - Phantom Limb
16. THOMAS BRINKMAN - 0100
1.7 Chris Carter - Real Life
18.MONTE CAZZAZZA - A IS FOR ATOM
19. Anthony Shake Shakir - levitate
20. ARPANET - PROBABILITY DENSITIES
21. Ran Slavin - Girl in Water
22.Dave Aju - Xibalbanasazi
23. the books - untitled
24. lsd fundraiser - lsd #1 (local experimental artist - website pending)

the END TIMES JUKEBOXX

2010-11-21T15:35:00.000-08:00

I am now presenting a weekly show on Radio One 91.0 fm on Monday Nights from 9pm-11pm.....music i find postively inspirational//.////so tune in or stream the show HERE.

blather on

2010-11-21T14:47:00.000-08:00

to BE a human ,to be a part of the species.

I have 40 more years on this earth left, unless i am killed earlier.

This is my one an only experience of earth, the universe, and everything. I have experienced nothing that proves reincarnation and life after death to be true, except ancient writings and anecdotal evidence. So i will assume here that this is not true, that one dies and one disappears. One then leaves the service, leaves the species, leaves cognition. No more time, worry, pain, pleasure, boredom, no more ambition, heartache, drive, fear, jealousy, hatred, anger, loss. No more time.
Perhaps, as a carbon lifeform, bound to physical laws, one can work on subjectifying ones experience of time. Perhaps one can stop its flow or render an hour a minute. Can one refuse to play by the rules of the physical universe? Or does one just flow on and forget these rules, forget the mechanics of life, a kind of transcendence by indifference? What is time? Time is what it is. Were it not for our own finitude perhaps there would be no measured time. I want to embrace my human-ness as i live out my days. But, i don't want to live as a post-modern human, simplified and processed and rendered down to data. I wish to be fully human, i wish to step inside and excavate the ancient memory the slumbers within each cell. I wish to feel the truth of being human - an old species made up of old materials. I wish to communicate with ancient man. As humans we are part of a noble species, most ancient. Postmodern systems seem to alienate us from our depths.
I wish to be truly human and a deep human. We are ancient. Our cells are constructed from material billions of years old. This life-time of mine IS the universe and everything in it. Even after death our bodies decay and re-disperse into the universe. But oh, the mystery of the on switch , conscience, the fire that burns . This light that allows us to perceive our surrounds.

But then i think again. Perhaps this is ALL WRONG. This life-time of mine isnt the 'universe and everything in it'. The universe will continue without me. Perhaps it is ones insignificance that must be focussed on. 'My body does not belong to me, it is this Earths. All thought just a process of a properly nourished carbon system - nourishment provided solely by the earth. Why do the religions point upwards to the creator? The earth is our spawing ground, our sustainer, our nursery and grave. this planet and its biosphere. We are unable to live anywhere else.
Oh dear, i'm a hippy.

thoughts

2010-11-16T16:40:00.000-08:00

I recommend UBUNTU 10.4 or 10.10 as an operating system option. I've just installed it onto my laptop, giving the bloated vista the old heave ho, and I don't regret a thing.

Ah music mediums. whatll be, noddy? Yer Crude albmu on a usb stick? The cdr? The data disc? the net-based album?

old footage

2010-11-04T19:59:00.000-07:00

My support of Die Die Die at chicks a few months back :

melbourne blog part THREE

2010-11-04T00:31:00.000-07:00

is HERE

PHOTOS BY JEMIMA DALY

melbourne blog part TWO

2010-11-03T19:38:00.000-07:00

is HERE

PHOTOS BY JEM DALY:

melbourne blog part ONE.

2010-11-03T17:48:00.000-07:00

...It's the birdsong of a new country you notice first. Gaudy parroting and tropical calls. The Australian whine of the crow-call, flute coo pidgeon chatter. Banging trains. Closer. Joy divisions. Spare some change & cancel th' pong. In essence it's a relaxed city. The Aesthetics band and the Crude project visited Melbourne for a series of shows, performing alongside a gaggle of artists. Lost me eftpos card at Sydney airport, didnt realize it until the descent into Melbourne, so no money available, the airport a 30 minute drive to town. My fellow passengers may've thought i'd just learnt of a loved-ones demise for all my bubbling. Providence came in the form of a loan at the other end - a miracle. A testament to the value of not burning (at least..some) bridges. Welcome to Cremorne, just north of South Yarra, just south of Richmond. The area was notorious gangland in the 80s. It was raining. Gig number one was a Crude show at a controversial new venue in Flemington called KOF. An artist run gallery space that was previously a flower shop, KOF's frontage is a madenning psychedelic punk mural, local locals and landylords and shoppe owners bitching up a storm a-fucking-bout it. I performed alongside Bearded Iris (Jane Louise) and Heavy Turkey( Lynton & Dave) . The night was Dionysus-Lite, a bellicose, braying jam-session. Heavy turkey is a drum/bass/vocals duo, James a gangly bassist of deft abilities, lynton a street-smart traps-man - groove oriented and fully bearded. Their music was a sort of curio-punk....a compelling metal-pop. Bearded Iris was a multi-media encounter, slice'o'life video clips and monologues, day-to-day psycho-pychedelica.Crude played...shawm over mini-beat, used to great effect throughout the tour.Lynton joined me on the kit for an improv piece. After Crud ex-pat kiwis came out of the fucking walls and re-formed wellingtons eerie out-fit Sharpie Crows for a free-for-all music-orgy, the entire night relaxed, without regulations, kiwi-like, a real party. litle did I know that ain't the Melbourne way. Gig two was a christening of a new warehouse room/venue in Abbotsford. Known as the 'Phillip M Carey Memorial Room', the room is a labour of love dedicated to a recently deceased local eccentric complete with a beautiful PA system. Several rag-tag artists performed..Cutlery, a stoner rock band, komplete with girlfriends and girlfriends girlfriends in tow, jamo-jamo-rama , one of those 'we-could-play-forever' kinda acts, 'Brothers Hand Mirror' (There seems to be a penchant in Melb for band-names with several words seemingly pulled from a hat or conjoured up on while drunk and stoned,something that also reminds me of Wellington - in fact ,Melbourne and Wellington do share some similar culltural traints---but see, thing is, to me Melbourne is a composite of the flat-city sprawl of Christchurch, the hyper-size and rapaciousness of Auckland, and the cluttered vaudevillian clownishness of Wellywood). Anyhoo, Brother Hand Mirror is the project of a local eclecticians Oscar Vincente-Slorach Thorn & Grant Jonathon Gronewold. They experiment with various styles and this was a cooky hip hop set. Strange rap/pop material. Interesting. Crude's set was a little shell shocked and self-concious. But hey...WTF. Heres a clip from that.......After a week off as-it-were the rest of the Aesthetics band arrived in the great city. Our first engagement was at a very hip venue called The Workers Club. This was a a learning experience. Melbourne's music and entertainment industry is a well oiled machine. As the inner city is gentrified clubs'n'pubs are forced to shut the fuck up. Bands will start from 8.30, and its usually all over by 12. As an outside musician it almost seems as if the industry works like this: the artists are the last to be paid after all the other players. There is an industry set up around bands that is there to capture as much capital as possible. You have the 'booking' 'agent'. The postering and printing boys. The inhouse door-staff. The inhouse soundperson. The photographers and media. The band managers. The lighting crews. The bouncers. The bar-staff. Each of these people demand payment, it goes without saying. I've probably missed several other roles. And i don't think its just in Melbourne either. And they try to convince you that without them, you wouldn't get anywhere. So many young bands are screwed over by these predators. The more I experience the more i believe artist-run spaces are the most rewarding places to perform. As 8.30 drew nearer it was time for act 1 to get on. This slot was Heavy Turkey's, unbeknownst to them (and me) ...pretty much my guests for the evening. You know you're in the big city when you're told sternly that if the act dosen't get on stage before x time they wont play at all. And yet again my allegences are tested...do i honour the venue or do i honour the kiwis. They arrive slightly late , argue with the sound-guy, get on stage, vent beautifully and get off. The vibe now is a confused and bitter mess, Matty yet again has waltzed into other peoples fueds with other people. They rocked. Next up was Dead Ants Rainbow, Melbourne based improv/electronic,,,chanelling a gorgeous racket, alcohol and alchemy and stoned charcoal drawings and slithering pedal-coaxing. Exciting sound-arts from the New-Australian-Wierd Movement. And then there was SUPERSTAR, a stylish duo , Roland Juno 6 underlay and Roy Montgomery-esque guitar over-lay. Incidental music, spacious, introverted, meditative, brooding like a freshly dumped teen. Unfortunatley my drunk mind couldn't help but recall channel 7's Home and Away. The guitar stuff used for particularly dark moments. i know it sounds bad but you had to be there it was great. And then The Aesthetics, our first appearance in Australia since febuary 2005. Melb has changed since then - most notable was the much increased power of the internet as a social networking and promotional device. A flesh D-vice. We hit the stage with recent barnstormers like 'O' and old-faithfuls like 'Better dead than Red'. The audience sorta beamed back at us, we provided a kind of relief, a blow-off, a kind of messy catharsis. Release from the crystal-clarity of tightass-melby-pop and the deadened copycat audio-architecture of the 'indie' scene . This was messy, this was wrong, we made mistakes, we was brazen,we were cute yet ugly. And the up-side down guitar was just so.....wrong. It was drunkeness itself. This was The Aesthetics. Edie Stevens, Matt Middleton and Malcolm-Fucking-Deans..

..next day was party time....the 2nd of 4 shows-in-a-row for thee Aes-fucking-thetics. A kiwi-centric soiree was arranged in friendly Cremorne. A beautiful loose blow-out to remedy the stilted functionality/disfunctionality of the previous night eh-what??? Rock and-or Roll it was. wasn't it. Wasn't it?? Was it?? Wha? Whaaaa? WWWhaaaaaa? Jack Sprat??? Little Jack Horner? Large Dong? (Not quite, my man thursday.)

In the name of poos and wees, we played. Oh yeah, beer is bloody expensive in Australia, it's best to buy a 'slab' as aside from a six pack. Wine is ultimately cheaper than beer in Australia. If you're courageous and disgusting you can buy 'clear-skin' varieties at speical stores for $3. The Aesthetics played a rolling canker of a set. People stood and watched. Rolling canker. Canker'n'Cake, bays of plenty. Admiralty. David Icke. Lead the Pack. Black Queen. Sinead o'Conner. Somalia.Skinhead, Skinhead, looking for a root.

Indistinct and Shadowy.

Next Aesthetics gig was the 'big one'......The famous TOTE, where many legends have performed. Old haunt of theCosmic Psychos. Recently visited by the inimitable MURDER JUNKIES!

The show kicked off with Hissey Miyake , my personal favourite band of the night. The trio's sound is stripped to the bone and unashamedly references the afro-minimalism of the dance wing of the no-wave spectrum. Pity no cunt was there. Next up was the sound behemoth that is Zond. A 5 piece act complete with 3 screaming ultra-distorted guitars and a possessed korg. Zond built outrageously excessive walls of noise.Slab-like and not dissimilar to acts like HDU, Godflesh, Head of David etc etc . Big like an event horizon. Big like Australia! Then we come on, post-punkin', and the kiwis are streaming in like aeconomic refugees. Old friends, new friends, people i knew, people who were sure they knew me, great turnout... We piss out a great set, angry angry lonely lonely. "North bound psycho - South bound man - Eastern Religion - western Death - Tidal Waves upon us - Money changes minds - Tom-Tom Striker - where are the lines - The streets are empty - the Bank is closed" . Triadic / Chromatic.

Panel of Judges were the headliners and performed a great set. Indie. Indie. Bindi. Like something from mid '80s Dunedin - I won't deny it. A kind of anthropological study into the Dunedin sound,,,Panel of Judges seemingly an anomaly in time and space. Its unavoidable - The Clean a clear influence on the band. But Panels' songs are brilliant in their own right, they are strong and intelligent musings, curious melodies and lyrics imbue the sugary din with a indefinable dark streak. Major chords and jangle. Panel flies the flag. Someone has to.

Nickers Nickers Nickers. Right winger right winger right winger. Hey Leroy! Anyhoo....next job was to get the borrowed equipment to The Pony for the famed and sought after 2 am slot! Thanks to the Heavy Turkeys, and other mates for helping with that.....A guaranteed wasted audience awaits thee there, pissed and all maleable and susceptible to the boogie woogie voodoo beat. We get there and man....you could smell that mineral weath ,,the minerals of the great western deserts (living and breathing at 45 degrees btw) had converted themselves into uric acids and ammonias. Managed to pay off a roving sound man mercenary to do the job and then we played. And 2 songs in the amp i had borrowed blew up. All seemed lost. The audience began to atrophy. And then bang...just use the fricking saxophone. Fuzz up the bass to fill the sound out, and funk up the sound with staccato sax stabs, trills & screams. And it worked. It worked. They loved. They danced. And they dont dance in Melbourne. They loved it.

Check out clip from that gig HERE . That was supposedly it for the Aesthetics in Melbourne, but Patrick from Sunshine and Grease arranged a final show for the band the following wednesday. See you next wednesday. Rich, bolbous nodes. Full'o'shit. Constipate, derry. Blithe wealth. Targeted jack. Euro-euro. Good riddance."The Right's 2 essential activities: 1. To perpetually tranfer wealth from the public to the already rich.2. Distract everyone from the fact that this wealth tranfer is occuring. "

Waterboarding.

Information Yield.

Plot.

Seat: 11C

...Met an interesting character from the band Pink Stainless Tail (and earlier still a band called Slub) through an old kiwi mate and we managed to conjour up a half-hearted afternoon jammo. One Sonke Rickertson. The Melbourne music scene has a history and underground as exciting as the NZ equivalent...a world unto itself. Australia boasts a very activeexperimental music scene with hundreds of new artists.

..The next Wednesday The Aesthetics performed at Sunshine unt Grease down Clifton Hill way...a real

loud'n'angry lil set. Hot'n'bothered. And then , on Friday the 29th...Crude, Automating, and Pits performed at the same venue. Automating is one Sasha Margolis , a sound artist with a fascination for the tactile qualities of tape, loops and pedals...Pits is kiwi artist Ryan Lesley. Lesley's set was classic Pits/Spit, 4 turntables , each one cocking up and looping, layer-work, scratches and pops as rhythm undercurrent, piquant choices of music, german opera, brass sections, string sections - the gorgeous acoustics of the sunshine & grease gallery room contributing to an all-round delerium - martial clicking and ballroom flashbacks. Pits performance reminded me of the work of The Caretaker.

Automating began as Pits ended, with samples and loops, a beautifully restrained crescendo, louder and louder until Sasha whips out his axe and massages the strings with a beer bottle. Inconceivably distorted rushing ebow'd fuzz results. Automating performed in Dunedin in 2007. He hopes to return again soon. The feeling i get from the Australian experimentalists is that NZ and Oz artist should bite the bullet and commute across the tasman every few months if at all possible. The scene there is very healthy, as is ours. Let us collaborate, cross-pollenate, mutually support, let us orgy, let us drink, let us enter the void. Automatings set was like eating a perfectly prepared Tiramisu.

Sunshine and Grease is a venue,gallery space, book shop and a record shop. And what a record shop it is. This store, a labour of love run by Patrick o'Brien, is super specialist - a repository of avant garde recordings from all over the globe - DIY releases by the most obscure experimentalists, cassettes, lps, 7" singles,cds of all sizes,,,i'd never seen anything like it - a true cultural hub. Scandanavian experimental/folk, new wierd america, new zealand, australian anti-music,

free jazz, asian avant garde, each piece a work of art,tapes with lil stoned-out pencil drawings...names darling. Names. Names. Names. id suggest parking up at S+G with at least $500 . Of course when i put on a sullen indie voice and moaned to Pat ....'i'd love to come in here one day with shitloads o money' ,....Pat retorts with a half smile...'Yeah, every asshole says that'...its true though. People who like the music this store speicalizes in don't often have much money. They're often artists themselves, trading and haggling and putting shit aside for weeks.

Crude plays. 4 pieces. shattered and claustrophobic from 15 days in peoples lounges, me set is subtley crazed. The ole' Pipe shawm is used. every gig...'what is that thing'??? Steven Coe...man.....people LOVE that instrument man. Make more and sell 'em. I pump out a few odd oriental tones and end the show with an almost renaissance era scale sequence. check it HERE. And a slowed down version HERE.

TO CONCLUDE. The Melbourne experience was a turning point. Its home. I now choose woodwind. dark folk. Bagpipes. Crows. Trains. High wages. Anonymity. Cosmopolitanism. Flemington. Kensington. Cremorne. Thanks to all the cats who helped the mission: Dave, Lynton, Jane, Rob Buick, Tania (especially!), Edie and Malcolm, Jem , Dion and the Panels, Patrick, Amy, Joshi and Jackson, the Met, Sasha, Ian, Ryan, Adrian , FiWi and Rach ;

to tide you over...

2010-11-03T16:14:00.000-07:00

...before i post thee great 'melbourne blog' heres a schtoopid new track::

&amp;amp;amp;lt;a href="http://crude.bandcamp.com/track/bring-corn"&amp;amp;amp;gt;Bring Corn by Crude&amp;amp;amp;lt;/a&amp;amp;amp;gt;

clip

2010-11-01T20:18:00.000-07:00

crude@sunshine&grease slow version from Matt Middleton on Vimeo.

over the ditch report 001

2010-10-14T14:04:00.000-07:00

Stuck in chch airport coz of Pacific Blue fiddling and tinkering of flights.

what was a simple little commute ----chch to melb (be in melb at 8.50am) is now chch to welly to sydney-to melb (arrive in melb 9.45 pm). HUZZAH!!

HD video of AUSTERITY MEASURES SHOW

2010-10-08T19:35:00.000-07:00

Grezzo part one : Austerity Measures from Edie Eves on Vimeo.

crude at sunshine and grease 29th october

2010-10-05T14:27:00.000-07:00

AUTOMATING

The Past as Glass

2010-09-30T19:14:00.000-07:00

http://crude.bandcamp.com/track/the-past-as-glass

15% day! yeehawww

2010-09-30T16:20:00.000-07:00

>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>And yeigh....will we rein in spending or will we spend as we have done all year? With this increase in goods and services tax, will the economy be stimulated, or will it grind to a halt as people spend less? The consumer is all important to New Zealand's economy - just as it is in the USA. In New Zealand consumer spending accounts for 60% of 'expenditure GDP'. Thats a fair bit, is it not? I ain't no economist, but, if us consumers really do wield power over the fate of the figures, should we really take such a gamble on pricing? Another thing - I find it so frustrating and ironic that our culture and media brand welfare beneficiaries as useless and unproductive people when at the end of the day they(we) are the greatest consumers - failsafe consumers, with most if not all 'our' 'money' going into consumer goods like food and sundry and into the coffers of telecoms, utilities, real estate, landlords trusts. These payments are merely transfers. Each WINZ client a conduit for wealth to find its way back into corporate coffers. Its as simples as that.

Hey, but anyways...considering THIS BLOG is going thorugh to 2019,,,,(as long as i live that long and we still have internet in the future) lets keep a keen eye on economic indicators over the next year or so eh what??

I believe New Zealand is far too small and under-populated to really get the right wing agenda pumping the way some assholes out there want it. If they start kicking sickness benficiaries off the dole, there'll be too many people on the street, getting sick, robbing YOUR house, pissing in YOUR pot, infecting you,,someone you know, their kids coming to school undernourished, sickly and infectious , with your righteous Tory sons and daughters in the firing line.... 4 degrees of seperation in a tiny country... welfare transfer payments prop up so many different aspects of NZ society. NZ is too small for the extreme right - they should all go to the USA .

courier new where are you?

2010-09-28T02:28:00.000-07:00

For some reason i can't use me favourite 'courier new' font in this blog anymore. So the blog loses its 'trademark' look. Ohh well.

Electronic music seems to be a popular pass-time with young artists in Dunedin. I attended a birthday party/gig for a member of TFF recently and most if not all acts performed cutting edge electronic work . Performing live with music software like the old favourite Fruity Loops is akin to gaming. It was fresh, futuristic and urban - the open source software movement has allowed people of the remote provinces to produce music of a truly world class. That night there was at least 6 different acts that played truly exciting digital music. At the last Alt Music show two Dunedin based electronic acts supported Finnish act Tomutontuu .

Tillakaratne performed a set of soothing and civil ambient. But it was Rotor+ who proved himself worthy as the king of experimental electronic that night. His musical innovations were impeccably produced. A blend of arcane drones and staccato percussive explosions. Crisp. Drenched in radio frequencies. Super. Best electronic in town. In the fricken country.

Who knows what the future may bring. An incremental rise in the price of food perhaps. In other news : I found Mahmoud Ahmadinejad's UN speech fascinating. The Iranian clerical elite actually use deception in their dealings with each other by default.

And how bout that pack of US soldiers in afghanistan.

the big room

2010-09-19T16:40:00.000-07:00

Luke Munn is one of the many collaborators I have worked with this year, and he has just kick-started a project called 'the big room' over at 'the big idea'. He's collecting a huge database of recordings of peoples studios, just that, their studios in repose, so as to create this massive audio space. Interesting concept. If you're a recording artist, go submit something HERE.

The Dunedin winter dosen't want to die off this year it seems. And the town gets smaller and smaller. And the madness clogs up your mind like fat lines the veins. Slam a stake into the ground and utter ye thus: "I WILL express joy, i have the right to succeed, i have the right to exist, and i will be happy within the psychogeography of this sulphur caked city whether the cretinous cadre of bitter and twisted souls the 'run' the town like it or not." Prick ye your finger, spill the blood on the stake and the ground around it.

Completely bored.

trying hard.mp3 by |crude|

2010-09-12T01:32:00.000-07:00

trying hard.mp3 by |crude

a newish track. nickles 'n' dimes. Its Christmas. Its illegal. I like this whole...'criminal sexy thing'. Oh my gosh. 'Hey mister! You alright? ' 'Sir??? Sirrr' black dunedin pitch dunedin hell dunedin ever decreasing circles Dunedin quiver and sprinkle

clip from akl show....

2010-09-02T18:08:00.000-07:00

Auckland nano-tour report

Pop-punk outfit Street Chant took a chance on the Crude and flew me up to Auckland to perform at their album release show. Dust off the old bugger, patch him up, chuck him on a plane outta Dunedin and that reclusive old school crowd oughta shake down the doors. And a few did.

So, hell yeah, why not, count me in. The commute. Like playin' politician or some kind of ambassador from cold southern lands.

Its a real shame things aren't so profitable for Pacific Blue, they're a good service. No more domestic flights soon.

So anyways, had a fab time in the sub-tropics, thoroughly enjoyed fellow support act The Transistors with their Oblivians-esque pump, crude vomited out a dorkish/sardonic guitar based retrospective, a kind of dirty guitar noise thats literally dying out (the protagonists are aging, the kids arent so angry). 'This town ' was my encore. An encore!

Street Chant have completed an album and released in on vinyl. Check it out HERE. When they hit the stage they performed with true gen Y energy but I believe their sound was overly reined in and compressed. Ive never played a gig where the support band was louder than the main act. Theirs was a 'careful' mix, everything encapsulated in a bubble. You go out to see a band play live, not in a recording session. Other than that , yes. I liked it. Booze. Lick. Diddle. Commerce. Hull. Lackey. Braggard. Thin. wafer. Yang style.