plastering the cracks
(Friday, July 22, 2005)
first it was Live's Turn My Head
then there were Damn Dirty Apes' Death of Optimus Prime, Explosion in the Sky's Yasmin the Light, Chicane's Saltwater, Verve Pipe's Freshmen, Couting Crow's colourblind, and that Clann Zu song.
there's a new one in the list.
Holden & Thompson's Nothing. buckle up the seatbelt, and anticipate a journey of immortal midnight contemporary metropolitan cold wet composition of melody. a symphony most perfect for rainy dark weathers. if Underworld's Born Slippy the ultimate druggie theme song, then this track should be in the opening of all melancholic movies strapped with dark dodgy city.
FAQs of
Holden & Thompson's Nothing1. what language is the vocal in?
no idea. i think it's the vocals are recorded backwards. like fuck is kcuf instead?
2. why are they singing backwards?
no fucking idea. that's the cult of the track. or maybe it's a so foreign, it sounds backwards-ish.
3. who's James Holden?
no fucking idea.
just listen to that pissing song, fucking hell. nobody asked why George W. Bush, the President of United States of America is a all horseshit and no brains.
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will be travelling to penang for 3 days starting next week. a pompous announcement that i'll be relieving for 72 hours with havana tobacco, scot whiskey and brazilian girlfriends.
horseshit i am anywhere close. bad enough that i'll be trapped possibly longer in some corny hotel with a dysfunctional cooling unit, vitriolic room service, painfully retart receptionist, nontheless limited channel cable tv (not that we had much choice even when it wasn't limited) and pending workloads. work is a larceny of time and freedom. to cut the long story short,
business trip is a myriad horseshit, smelling foul-er than a band decomposing homeless corpse. yet, anything to break the routine i'm at is mighty great. anything at all. can you smell the desperation?
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i hated fantastic 4. surely hollyfuckingwood can deliver something better. human torch was pathetically uncharacteristic, mr fantastic looks like a whiny sadistic prick, the thing is just the thing. jessica invisible woman alba is hot as usual and she looks damn fine in that body suit. invisible woman can never look any better. (you have to give them credit for casting her cause that's the only right thing they did)
a 2 hour show with only 5 minutes of action scene? i foolishly thought the comic adaption won't go wrong (refer sin city constantine x-men spidey). that dr doom scoundrel should have just trash manhattan and fucking kill some bitches but nooooo he wants to be personal with all his foes. the bleeding quadraple spent most of their time hiding like wuss in their apartment doing some research. fo' fucking bleeding sake, go out wrestle and hustle some criminals already you fucking super pussies. in the end, the movie went nowhere. just a shorter than japanese penis action scene, if you call that action scene at all, cause i think it's not bloody, budget friendly and disconcerting unappealing.
just a thought, call don't call it soul-searching-quadraple-superpower-anonymous.
and it's not funny. jessica alba was only in body suit for a stinking minute, one fucking stinking minute and she was nose-bleeding herself.
NOW THAT'S FUCKING OVERATED! i'm so hot, even my nose is fucking bleeding...that's how fucking hot i am. boo fucking hoo. personally, they should at least have the decency to exploit jessica alba's bodysuit scene. that's be fucking inte
muthafuckresting slow-motion, reply for all we fucking care. fuck, i demand a re-fund. i feel shepherd into the cinema by the hype and the phony mischievous trailer.
