The Dead Science

RedFrostess — Thu, 21 Jun 2007 22:50:06 GMT

Prematurely born from desolation, the babe sired by wilderness lives its small moments of life in the company of the stars overhead. In another dimension, the child does not die. A man grows with the roots of primal thunder creeping up his spine. When it rains, he is moved; possessed, he is the skin stretched over rhythm. Out of deep water eyes the voice of a siren summons you. Like pain so lovely it confuses tears, each breath breaths notes. The bass asked me to dance, pulling me as I tripped over my feet. And they have a sense of humor. http://www.myspace.com/thedeadscience Listen to Displacer Beast first.

The New Practice Space

RedFrostess — Tue, 19 Jun 2007 22:23:21 GMT

Last night was Strangers Die Everyday's first rehearsal in our new practice space. Not only is it a dingy, poorly lit warehouse of musical inspiration, it also comes complete with a giant conveyer-belt up to the second floor that's too sketchy to use for anything other than an ammusing, and slightly terrifying ride. I think I'm in love. From the black and white checkered lanolium flooring in the hallway to the 70's short crop rainbow print carpet in the room itself, I feel at home and at ease. Although I loved the styalized ghetto-ass space with the "oh shit, is all of our stuff going to have caught on fire when we return" feel to it that we used to practice in (lovingly dubbed the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle warehouse), I think that this new one's the keeper.

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