Free track from Delhi 2 Dublin: “Turn Up the Stereo”


Delhi 2 Dublin, our favorite Canadian Celtic dub bhangra band, is back with a new album, Turn Up the Stereo. It won’t get its official U.S. release until next February, but in the meantime, you can download the title track for free. Cuz Canadians are nice like that.

On “Turn Up the Stereo,” as usual, the Vancouver-based quintet sounds like a giant jam session between Michael Franti, Fatboy Slim, Asian Dub Foundation and the cast of Riverdance. We likee. Especially when their awesome and  now-blonde violinist Kytami new violinist Sara Fitzpatrick lets fly with the fiddlin’ about two and a half minutes in. It’s like the Devil took a wrong turn and went down to Goa instead of Georgia.

If you live in Canada, you can already score yourself a copy of Turn Up the Stereo on iTunes. If you don’t live in Canada, you’re hosed until Feb. 19, 2013.


Petunia-Liebling MacPumpkin

So the winner of our latest Weird Band Facebook Poll™ seems to be a big fan of our site (she’s been sharing links on our Facebook page like crazy), but we still know almost nothing about her. Then again, maybe that’s OK. Certain acts work better if there’s an air of mystery. We probably don’t really need to know the full story behind Petunia-Liebling MacPumpkin. Or maybe she’ll decide to share it with us someday and it’ll be just as weird as her music. Although that’s asking a lot, because her music is some of the trippiest shit we’ve heard in a long time.

MacPumpkin is (we think) the creation/alter-ego/bizarro version of a lady from Florida named Melody Felicia-Baril McGinn. We first heard about her from a new reader named TommyTopHat. Sup, Tommy? Thanks for the tip.

Melody apparently grew up a huge fan of The Residents (hence her fondness for top hats) and Renaldo & The Loaf (another band we really should add to The Weird List one of these days). [Update: We did.] She says she started making her heavily Residents/Renaldo-inspired MacPumpkin music back in the early ’90s and is only just now getting around to releasing it via Bandcamp.

Petunia-Liebling MacPumpkin’s one and only album is called Fish Drive Edsels and it’s completely insane. Vocals and rhythms speed up and slow down like some kind of cracked funhouse carnival music. The lyrics, when you can make them out, are about cowboys bagging groceries, conversations with frozen fish, and something called the Bedazzler, which we thought was just some tool chicks use for putting sequins on shit but is apparently also, in Petunia’s world, a shapeshifting monster who “usually comes at night when there’s a storm.” When I was a little kid, I was afraid of a similar monster called the Beshatter who would come at night and take a dump on your head. But I digress.

Besides Fish Drive Edsels, MacPumpkin has also released a few new tunes on Soundcloud, including one that sets Edward Lear’s poem “The Jumblies” to music that sounds like acid rock for Oompa-Loompas, and another inspired by electro-soul weirdo Gary Wilson. Apparently she and Wilson have some kind of mutual admiration society going, because on her website, MacPumpkin has this quote from Wilson: “After a pleasant listening, Petunia inspired us to go out and have some fish and chips.” High praise indeed. Here’s the Wilson-inspired track, “He Cried.”

Melody Felicia-Baril McGinn may or may not also be the lunatic behind another musical persona called Rosewater Treacle Tart. Petunia-Liebling MacPumpkin hasn’t made any YouTube videos…or actually, it looks like she once had YouTube videos and for some reason she’s taken them all down. But this Rosewater Treacle Tart video is amazing, so we’re including it here, even though we haven’t confirmed it’s the same chick. Us, fact-check? Fuck that. Even the New York Times barely does that shit these days.

So congrats on being our Weird Band of the Week, Petunia! And to all our readers: If you wanna see more quality artists like PL MacP make the grade around here, go vote in our latest poll.


You could win the Primus video contest and $5,000. Maybe. Stranger things have happened.

Hey, Primus fans! Put down the Dorito Loco Taco and listen up. This is important. Primus is asking fans to shoot the video for their next single, the annoyingly all-caps “HOINFODAMAN.” Maker of the best video wins five thousand bones and a place in music video history alongside such classic clips as “My Name Is Mud” and “Wynona’s Big Brown Beaver.” Your video probably doesn’t have to be that good…so long as it’s better than “Tragedy’s A’Comin,” you probably have a shot.

“HOINFODAMAN” is three minutes of pure Primus weirdness, including references to foot-long sandwiches and juicy burgers…so if you wanna get all literal on us, you could just film your friends pigging out on fast food. (Are you reading this, Zayde Buti?) We suspect something a little more creative is in order, however.

Hit up Primus’ website for more details on the contest (including the all-important video specs) or keep it here to enjoy the stoner-funk strains of “HOINFODAMAN.” And to all you budding would-be Finchers and Scorseses: Best of luck. We really hope one of you is this guy.

Martyn Bennett

I’d like to dedicate this week’s post to our good friend, Crabby (not his real name…or is it?), who introduced us to this week’s weird artiste. Martyn Bennett is pretty much Crabby’s hero, because he played bagpipes over electronic dance music. And Crabby is the only person we know who plays the bagpipes and has been to Burning Man. So you can see where there’s some kindred spirit action happening there.

Sadly, Crabby will never get to meet Bennett, who passed away in 2005 from Hodgkin’s lymphoma at the age of 33. But he left behind a body of work that still has folks in Celtic and world music circles in a bit of a tizzy. Fusing traditional Celtic melodies and instrumentation to the looped beats of electronic music—especially the late ’90s hard stuff, like breakbeat, drum ‘n’ bass and Prodigy-style U.K. hardcore—Bennett created a sound that still tends to leave people either scratching their heads or doing a gleeful jig.

I have some turkey to consume shortly, so I’ll keep this post short and sweet and just leave you with a couple of clips that showcase Bennett in all his Celtic/breakbeat/fusion/mashup glory. Enjoy your Thanksgiving (if that’s your thing), and we’ll be posting more just as soon as we’ve emerged from our tryptophan-induced comas.


Otto Von Schirach is coming, Europe! How do you say “Meng” in German?

Not only does Otto Von Schirach sometimes dress like an old German naval commander—he even visits Germany in person occasionally. Even as I type this, our favorite Miami booty breakcore lunatic is no doubt tearing it up in Berlin at a label night for Monkeytown Records, home to his latest and funkiest LP, the unstoppable Supermeng. If you’re there, tell him “Wie geht’s?” for us. Also, why the fuck are you reading our blog at a label party? Go dance or something.

Here are Otto VS’s other remaining European tour dates—presented, in proper Euro fashion, with the date first, then the month. Mostly because we’re too lazy to change the formatting we just copied off Otto’s Facebook page.

16.11 berlin @ berghain / panorama bar (monkeytown label night)
17.11 chemnitz @ weltecho
18.11 hamburg @ golden pudel
19.11 vienna @ rhiz
21.11 linz @ quitch
22.11 graz @ forum stadtpark
23.11 maribor @ zavod udarnik
24.11 ljubljana @ ch0
25.11 vittorio veneto @ codalunga
28.11 rome @ dal verme
29.11 faenza @ clandestino
30.11 milano @ bitte club
01.12 brussels @ M4 / autumn falls festival (+alec empire)
03.12 lyon @ sonic
05.12 paris @ la mecanique ondulatoire
06.12 marseille @ l’embobineuse
07.12 lille @ tri postal
08.12 san gwann @ liquid club
14.12 den hague @ paard van troje / state-x new forms
15.12 liege @ inside out club

You really don’t wanna watch the new Cattle Decapitation video

If you read this blog on any kind of a regular basis, you know we occasionally post some pretty twisted shit on here. We’ve covered bands that jerk off onstage with vacuum cleaners, bands dedicated entirely to songs about feces, and guys who make music by chomping on hunks of broken glass. So when I tell you that I am about to share with you the grossest, gnarliest, most NSFW video I have ever laid eyes on, I hope you’ll appreciate the gravity of the situation.

The video comes from our favorite vegetarian goregrind band, Cattle Decapitation, with the help of director Mitch Massie. Massie shot the band’s last video, the now quaint by comparison “Kingdom of Tyrants,” but he really went off the fucking deep end this time. The song is called “Forced Gender Reassignment” and, well, that’s pretty much what happens to two unfortunate members of the Westboro Baptist Church of “God Hates Fags” fame. And it kinda makes me feel sorry for those two (entirely fictional…relax) members of the Westboro Baptist Church. Yeah, it’s that bad.

To prepare yourself for the eye-raping you are about to receive, you might want to watch these videos of people watching the video first. Actually, you know what? Never mind. They’re kinda boring. Let’s get to the good stuff.

Oh, did I mention you have to be at least 18 years old to watch the video on Sorry, kids. We had to draw the line somewhere. Apparently for us, that line is somewhere slightly past guys jerking off with vacuum cleaners.

In other Cattle news…the band is on the road for most of the next month. Dates below. Anyone wanna join me for the Dec. 7th gig at the Whisky? I’ll be good and ready for something that’s not fucking Christmas music by then.

w/ Six Feet Under, Wretched
11/02 Richmond, VA Kingdom
11/03 Frederick, MD Cafe 611
11/04 Clifton, NJ Dingbatz
11/05 Boston, MA Middle East
11/06 New York, NY The Studio at Webster Hall
11/07 Buffalo, NY Club Infinity
11/08 Reading, PA Reverb
11/09 Amityville, NY Revolution
11/10 Dayton, OH McGuffy’s
11/12 St Paul, MN Station-4
11/13 Joliet, IL Mojoe’s
11/14 Lansing, MI Mac’s Bar
11/15 Peoria, IL The Brass Rail
11/16 Valparaiso, IN Roadie’s Music Venue
11/17 Louisville, KY Phoenix Hill Tavern
11/18 Atlanta, GA Masquerade
End Tour
11/20 Trenton, NJ Backstage at Champs
11/21 Brooklyn, NY Saint Vitus Bar
11/23 Roanoke, VA Coffin House
Tour w/ Dying Fetus, Cerebral Bore
11/24 Atlanta, GA Masquerade *no Cattle Decapitation
11/27 Tampa, FL Brass Mug
11/29 Longview, TX The Levee
11/30 Houston, TX Fitzgerald’s
12/01 Corpus Christi, TX Zero’s
12/02 San Antonio, TX Korova
12/05 El Paso, TX House Of Rock
12/06 Tempe, AZ Rocky Point
12/07 Hollywood, CA The Whisky
12/08 Fullerton, CA Slidebar (Matinee)
12/09 San Francisco, CA DNA Lounge
12/10 Modesto, CA Plea For Peace
12/11 Richland, WA Ray’s Golden Lion

Hans Grusel’s Krankenkabinet

Photo by Matt Brislawn

Someone suggested this week’s weird band to us over a year ago and I really have no good explanation for why we haven’t featured them sooner, other than the fact that for such a visually compelling band, there are amazingly few decent photos of them on the Interweb. Meet Hans Grüsel’s Kränkenkabinet, the greatest avant-garde German noise band ever to dress up like birdhouses.

Actually, that last sentence isn’t exactly true. HGK aren’t really from Germany, nor do they always dress up like birdhouses; sometimes, the lead singer (Hans Grüsel, I presume) dresses up like a tree trunk. Also, as you can see from the YouTube clip in that link—which kinda looks like it was shot in my middle school library—they’re not always that avant-garde. Sometimes they do Motörhead covers. They also do a mean version of “Tea for Two,” complete with tap-dancing. Hans Grüsel’s Kränkenkabinet is one of those bands that, just when you think they can’t possibly get any weirder…they get weirder. Even minus the goofy covers and eye-popping costumes, their music is a uniquely unsettling mix of hurdy-gurdy carnival music and migraine-inducing electro-noise assault. It kinda reminds me of the time I tried to watch Bugs Bunny cartoons with an ear infection and a vertiginous codeine high. Remember when they put codeine in cough syrup? Those were the days. But I digress….

The lunatic behind the Krankenkabinet is not, in fact, Hans Grüsel (at least not on his birth certificate), but a Bay Area composer named Thomas Day. Members of fellow Bay Area psychedelic noise wackos Caroliner are (or were) probably also involved in the project; certainly both groups share the same fingerpainting-on-acid design aesthetic. Another SF eccentric named Liz Allbee may or may not have been in on the action. But as far as I can tell, the exact identities of Day’s collaborators remain shrouded behind the myth that Hans Grüsel was a great but semi-forgotten enfant terrible from East Germany.

Day’s first Krankenkabinet release was 2001’s Das Boot, which purported to be a compilation of Grüsel’s “early works” and came wrapped in hand-painted cardboard, again a la Caroliner. One collector site describes the liner notes as looking “worm eaten,” but I’m not sure if that’s because someone stashed it in their basement too long or if the disc just came that way.

Over the next eight years or so, Hans and co. appear to have been semi-regular fixtures on the Bay Area underground art scene; they even toured occasionally. But from what I’ve been able to glean in my research, 2008’s Blaue Blooded Türen was the project’s last release. Since then, has been taken over by Asian cyber-squatters and those birdhouse and tree stump costumes have presumably been stuffed into a dark corner of Thomas Day’s closet—although they did make at least one return appearance in Seattle in 2011. The article about that show describes HGK as a “husband/wife duo” and says the dude in the tree-stump costume is a Seattle singer/guitarist named Sean Curley, who I suspect was recruited for just this one show. Whether the husband/wife thing is true or not, I have no idea.

It’s hard to sum up the weirdness that is Hans Grüsel’s Kränkenkabinet in just one video, but this clip capturing them in full electro-noise-freakout mode comes close. Is it just me, or does whoever’s playing ol’ tree-stump Grüsel (at the 1:30 mark) kinda look like Mr. Peanut’s angry, coke-addled brother?