Tuesday, December 21, 2010
Get ready for OUTER SPACE JUNK, the new eyeball popping 3D release from Ryan Howe (of Luke Perry and Eyelids from Mars fame) brought to you on wax by Jimmy Ferraro's AIRHEAD ENTERTAINMENT. Recorded at the Chelsea Hotel while shooting Surge and huffing hair gel fumes after riding the subways all night, Outer Space Junk is the document of a lost middle school glitter punk from out of this world coping with a fast food planet. Sing along with mutated cartoon frogs with inflated collagen lips in leather jackets while RyGuy wails away on the air guitar...race to the stars on a chrome angel with a V8 in your head...cut class and do the digi bop in the tomagotchi pet cemetery ...croon at the moon while a nightmare buzz fizzles to life in your head...
COMING SOON TO A JUKE BOX NEAR YOU
Oh and while you wait check out some outtake bloopers from the making of "Outer Space Junk"
Junk from outer space by
three headed night by
OH MY GOD AND THERE'S MORE!! Check out a free download holiday grip of Luke Perry's Brainwave's Rerun Crunch...available on cassette, delivered by Chris Kringle down your chimney with a stinky lump of coal and a booger wiped on it
BRAINWAVE'S RERUN CRUNCH
Monday, June 21, 2010
A real TV tube-ride for the toasted, brought to you in part by Spelling Discs and El Tule Tapes. This one is ABsolutely bursting with crew-cut cameos and spellbound riffologists totally waxed out in Luke's image. "Stolen copies have made their way into the hands of cops seeking to prosecute Perry on charges of 'attempts to get kids to dose their parents and turn them into jello-molds,'" reports Pigout Magazine. Some assembly required. contact email@example.com to keep your tape head satisfied. $5 ppd.
Twins and Luke Perry face off, which one is which? they probably can't even tell after all the burgers they wolfed down. This cassette is an exploration of dollar menu dreams across the nation... listeners will totally fiend to spoil their dinners with a 12 gauge bucket of chicken nugget right to their brains. email firstname.lastname@example.org to grip and rip. I'm lovin' it. $5 ppd.
Wednesday, April 7, 2010
Tuesday, March 30, 2010
Ich and du, dead and living, now and then, cost-inflating and convenience-multiplying. Free Whatever are the here and there of swap rock, hs jam and soft coptronica; definitely crit's pics. "We love the innovation, dedication and gung-ho team analytic goal-oriented attitude of this project group—nothing short of a great investment here." -Front Office. Flesheating mallpigs score waves or die.
Old Skull by Free Whatever
Saturday, March 27, 2010
dANA presents a chunk of the life pink and green: Extremely Fun Party & More. Get lost in the garden of love and blow chunks at the stars. Recordings spanning late 08 to early/mid-09, contents are (like) a conference of various personae, Tim Allen-Seinfeld and Harold Faltermeyer in attendance. Kill your idols or slime them in effigy, you decide.
Tuesday, March 23, 2010
Big Apple, March 13, 2010, 3 a.m.: Catch some scrambulated waves bounced off Perry's blue steel brain-plate directly to your dish. Somebody mustve toasted the illegal cable box before the show because Luke's face was all like morphed-out and he didn't look at all like he did on my mom's TV but it's cool anyway, I'm just glad I got to catch his set before they bagged his face. Luckily I copped this bootleg recording with these killer wet-wired mic implants i got. Stay wired for more live sets from the Mind Ripper's Ball
Live at the Mindripper's Ball by Ron Axl
Sunday, March 14, 2010
A rip-ride for eternal highschool, Mind Rippers is the best of the best in the world of the numb and the dumb: Nick the "Speculator" Gold, Rx-Luke "Perry" Axl, and C.H. "Romcom" OS. Three heart-and-mind kind of guys pool together inflamed passions on a rip of Ron Howard's center core; a mnemonic revelation of the code lining 1991's "Backdraft". Enjoy a taste—this and more rides to be committed to cassette soon.
Backdraft by Mind Rippers
Monday, March 8, 2010
We would like to present an outstanding moment in these pre-otopian times: a piece of the new (as of June 2009) mega-supergroup, Cruisin. Like, if Frank Sinatra was Powerman 5000 and they had a kid, on acid. This is what it's like when worlds colitis; sinus sludge with princely luster, diamonds with pearls, hope with change, pepsi with coke. Try Cruisin Right Away®, with their tune "Outstanding Miracles":