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  • Swedish jam/psych/progrockers Dungen have released the best fucking album of 2015
    07:14 pm



    I’ve been thinking of how to get across my extreme enthusiasm for the new Dungen album Allas Sak all day and I can’t quite figure out how to express it the way I feel it. Perhaps the “ALL CAPS” emphatic approach? Might work because I FUCKING LOVE THIS ALBUM. Or I could tell you how I’ve probably played Allas Sak from start to finish at least 200 times since I got the promo CD back in September. It might even be more than that. Perhaps a lot more! No seriously, I have played the shit out of this album.

    There’s the fact that, if push came to shove, I’d definitely put this one on my Desert Island Discs list. After less than two months, Allas Sak has become one of my top ten albums of all time, effortlessly (and permanently) joining such classics as Abbey Road, L’histoire de Melody Nelson, Uncle Meat, Bitches Brew, Court and Spark, Led Zeppelin III, Sticky Fingers, Alice Coltrane’s World Galaxy and The Basement Tapes. I’m dead serious. This is one of the best things I’ve ever heard. This year or ANY year. And it’s even sung in Swedish. I have no idea what they’re singing about, but that matters not in the least. The music of Dungen is like having gold poured into your ears.

    There is no doubt in my mind that Allas Sak is a musical masterpiece. In a perfect world, Dungen would be selling like Adele or Beyoncé. That might be slightly farfetched to expect for a Swedish psychedelic progrock jam band, but then again the music is simply that good. That instantly classic. I can imagine people who don’t even like music that much, or own that many albums, falling in love with Allas Sak. It’s just that fucking amazing.

    I kinda feel like a teenager raving about his favorite group, but having read me ranting and raving this far, don’t you just want to hear the music? Good plan!

    First off, to hear Allas Sak in its glorious entirety, you can listen to this YouTube playlist. Pay careful attention to “Franks Kaktus,” track 4.

    And here’s a brand new exclusive live performance for Dangerous Minds readers, courtesy of Mexican Summer Records. Dungen performing “Sova” live at Trädgården. Directed by Valerie Toumayan

    Posted by Richard Metzger | Leave a comment
    Terry Gilliam animations that were left out of ‘Monty Python and the Holy Grail’

    One of the key moments in the maturation of any young wiseacre is the first time he or she sees Monty Python and the Holy Grail. I’ve seen it 4 or 5 times for sure, and my appreciation for it has only grown over the years (I used to prefer Life of Brian, but I’ve reversed that).

    There’s a new Blu-Ray edition of the movie that comes with, ahem, “catapult packaging and rubber farm animals,” and on it apparently, the fellows unearthed some Terry Gilliam animations that didn’t make the final cut of the movie, and then someone, probably Eric Idle, cajoled the visionary director of Brazil and Twelve Monkeys to free-associate over the footage.

    The most meaty section of the featurette, which is embedded below, is “Terry Gilliam Introduces His Lost Animation Reel,” in which Gilliam somewhat morosely walks the viewer through some of this footage—that “moroseness” is halfway a kind of bit in the usual Python register of hifalutin silliness, but it’s also part and parcel of what seems to be an ingrained “Pshaw” sort of modesty or general inability to be impressed with himself, you know the kind of thing. Of watching the action unfold, Gilliam muses that “it sure beats me sitting talking about animation, something I know nothing about anymore.” After giving credit to the two women who were actually responsible for creating these lush images, Gilliam blurts, “I was the guy that just cut out the terrible little characters and pushed them around.”

    Gilliam reveals that the Holy Grail animations were based on a book called Illustrations in the Margins of Medieval Manuscripts, which title doesn’t exist in Internet terms so perhaps Gilliam is misremembering the title. In any case, anyone who’s glimpsed the Book of Kells or other “illuminated manscripts” done by monks centuries ago will see the resemblance. At one point he plays a silly little song about King Arthur by Neil Innes that was also rejected from the final cut.

    Gilliam points out that most of his animated bits really are about violence, but since the process of filming the stop-motion animations is so back-breakingly time-consuming, all the “action” takes place off-screen or, in this case, inside a snail’s enormous shell. He whines about not being compensated for this voice-over work, and pretends to prefer the idea of Python fans just sending him money directly, to the following address—but of course does not divulge that. (Naturally, right after that you hear the voice of Idle supposedly forking over some cash, complete with clinky gold coin sounds.) That leads to Gilliam in mock dudgeon: “I’m a famous film director! I don’t have to sit here talking to you people, who foolishly paid money for the same old crap!”

    Hat tip to Henry Owings!

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    ‘Bound to Let You Down’: Eyelids video premiere from ‘Rick and Morty’ animator
    12:47 pm


    Rick and Morty

    In the Dangerous Minds household, each new episode of Adult Swim’s geenyus Rick and Morty cartoon is greeted as a sort of gift from God—or at least the God of Dimension C-137, rumor has it that the show is absolute shit in other dimensions and produced by Chuck Lorre, not Dan Harmon and Justin Roiland—so I am more than happy to premiere the new video from Portland’s Eyelids directed by R&M animator Jack Cusumano. Come in for the nifty animation, stay for the catchy song!

    The main Eyelids are John Moen from Decemberists and Chris Slusarenko of Guided by Voices and Boston Spaceships. For their Eyelids collaboration the duo indulge their fondness for earworm California “sunshine pop,” New Zealand’s Flying Nun Records groups and the jangly guitars of the early 80s Los Angeles “Paisley Underground” psych scene. Their new self-titled, four-song EP, produced by REM’s Peter Buck features two originals—“Bound to Let You Down” and “Broken Continue” as well as cover versions of John Cale’s “Only Time Will Tell” and The Dream Syndicate classic “Halloween.”

    The new Eyelids EP, on limited edition colored vinyl from Jealous Butcher / Schizophonic Records, comes with a download card featuring three exclusive live videos (including Stephen Malkmus performing “Hey Joe” w/ Eyelids).

    Eyelids will be touring with The Charlatans on their upcoming US cross-country trek, culminating in a hometown gig:

    Nov 9 Milwaukee, WI Turner Ballroom
    Nov 10 New York, NY Webster Hall
    Nov 12 Washington, DC Howard Theater
    Nov 13 Chicago, IL House of Blues
    Nov 15 Los Angeles, CA The Fonda
    Nov 16 San Francisco, CA The Regency
    Nov 18 Sacramento, CA Ace of Spades
    Nov 19 Portland, OR Crystal Ballroom

    Posted by Richard Metzger | Leave a comment
    The amazing mummies and infant tree burials of central Indonesia
    12:20 pm


    Tana Toraja

    We’ve cycled through cultural periods where zombies were the big entertainment draw, and other times when it was all vampires… or pirates. Is it finally the mummies’ turn? After all, The Mummy from 1999 barely scratched the surface of a genre that was sparked by the 1922 discovery of King Tutankhamun‘s tomb. If so, perhaps history will trace the impending mummy craze to popular discussion of the burial rites of Tana Toraja because this is ripe for a horror film!

    The Toraja are a people who live in mountainous South Sulawesi in Indonesia, and their society rests on a sturdy foundation of animism, the belief that a spiritual essence pervades all things, living and unliving, including animals, plants, trees, and rocks. Tana Toraja means “the land of Toraja.” One of the most noteworthy aspects of the Toraja are their funeral rites, which last several days and often occur many weeks after the star of the show has shuffled off his or her mortal coil. The rituals include tree burials for infants who died before teething as well as the parading of actual mummies.

    Since funerals are such an elaborate affair for the Toraja, the bereaved family members very often lack the funds for the ritual at the appropriate time, so sometimes the funeral has to wait months or even years until the requisite capital is accrued. In the meantime, the deceased is embalmed and stored in the same house as his or her family. Here’s the amazing bit: Until the funeral ceremonies are completed, the person is not considered to be dead but merely suffering an illness.

    Amusing Planet explains the astonishing rest:

    Toraja tribe members are rarely buried in the ground. They are either placed in caves dug out in the rocky side of a mountain, or in wooden coffins that are hung on a cliff. The grave is usually expensive and takes a few months to complete. A wood-carved effigy, called Tau tau, representing the deceased is usually placed in the cave looking out over the land.  The coffins are beautifully decorated, but over time the wood begins to rot and the bleached bones of the deceased often drop to the bottom of the suspended burial ground.

    Babies are not buried in caves or hung from cliffs but buried inside the hollow of living trees. If a child dies before he has started teething, the baby is wrapped in cloth and placed inside a hollowed out space within the trunk of a growing tree, and covered over with a palm fibre door. The hole is then sealed and as the tree begins to heal, the child is believed to be absorbed. Dozens of babies may be interred within a single tree.

    The burials are completed, the guests have feasted and returned to their homes, but the rituals are not over. Every few years, in August, a ritual called Ma’Nene takes place in which the bodies of the deceased are exhumed to be washed, groomed and dressed in new clothes. The mummies are then walked around the village like zombies.

    Without further ado, here are several stunning pictures of infant tree graves, wooden effigies of the deceased, hanging coffins, and mummies taking part in a Ma’Nene celebration.


    Many more mummies after the jump…

    Posted by Martin Schneider | Leave a comment
    JUST what you’ve been waiting for: Kmart’s piped in music 1988-1993 is now online
    11:30 am




    Just when you thought you’d heard it all when it came to collector specificity—“I only collect Beatles original press on Vee-Jay!” “I only collect sealed Firestone Christmas records!”—something like this comes along and leaves you in kind of minor awe. There’s long been a collectables subset that’s coveted private press records and tapes meant for distribution only among employees of a certain business. Broadcaster April Winchell shares rather a lot of such unintentionally comical material on her completely amazing MP3 sharity page; highlights include the infamous 1979 McDonald’s flexi-disc and a KFC “inspirational” pep-talk. This is related, but I’ve never heard of anyone doing it before. Via Chart Attack:

    Mark Davis worked behind the Service Desk at the Naperville, IL Kmart in the late ‘80s and early ‘90s. Every month, corporate office issued a cassette to be played over the store speaker system — canned elevator-type music with advertisements seeded every few tracks. Around 1991, the muzak was replaced with mainstream hits, and the following year, new tapes began arriving weekly. The cassettes were supposed to be thrown away, but Davis dutifully slipped each tape into his apron pocket to save for posterity. He collected this strange discount department store ephemera until 1993, when background music began being piped in via satellite service.


    22 years later, Davis has done the world the extreme favor of uploading all that material to It’s amazing how quaint so much of it seems now. This compilation of pharmacy ads, for example, is full of really straightforward, just-the-facts announcing; the total absence of any heavy emotional manipulation like we’re subjected to in ads now is conspicuous here to the point where these almost sound robotic:

    This call to action to visit the paint department was from the turn of the ‘90s, but with the exception of some sfx near the beginning, it sounds like it could have been scripted and recorded in the early ‘60s. Advertising sophistication grew much more rapidly than this in that time period, I wonder how Kmart could have been so stuck in the past.

    Here’s an example of something less specific, an hour and a half of music and ads. It’s pretty strictly formatted: one blandly soothing contemporary pop/jazz song, one call to action, repeat repeat repeat. There are more than 50 of these, again, at


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    Man says he captured a photo of the infamous ‘Jersey Devil’
    09:36 am


    New Jersey Devil

    And don’t even say “Pictures or it didn’t happen” because Little Egg Harbor, NJ resident Dave Black seems to think he has captured a photo of Jersey Devil. Don’t believe him? There’s a photo of it, you damned fool. If it’s on the Internet it has to be true.

    If you’re not hip to the existence of the Jersey Devil, here’s some background information from Wikipedia:

    The Jersey Devil is a legendary creature or cryptid said to inhabit the Pine Barrens of Southern New Jersey, United States. The creature is often described as a flying biped with hooves, but there are many different variations. The common description is that of a kangaroo-like creature with the head of a goat, leathery bat-like wings, horns, small arms with clawed hands, cloven hooves and a forked tail. It has been reported to move quickly and often is described as emitting a “blood-curdling scream.”

    Dave Black’s words about the Jersey Devil sighting:

    “I was just driving past the golf course in Galloway on Route 9 and had to shake my head a few times when I thought I saw a lama,” he wrote in his email.

    “If that wasn’t enough, then it spread out leathery wings and flew off over the golf course.”

    “Yes, I swear it’s not Photoshopped or a staged thing,” Black responded when I asked if he was willing to let me use his name and state that the photo he sent was not manipulated in any way. “People have said it’s fake, but it’s not. I’m honestly just looking for an explanation for what I saw.”

    Sure, seems totally seems legit. My spidey-sense is telling me it’s a drone + elaborate taxidermy = Halloween prank. A pretty hilarious one at that.

    Below, are some artists’ renderings of the “Jersey Devil”:



    via and Geekologie

    Posted by Tara McGinley | Leave a comment
    Comedy trolling genius interviews Cheech & Chong, Zappa, Boy George and McCartney

    Before Ali G, Borat and Keith Lemon, “Norman Gunston” was trolling celebrities with his bogus interviews for Australian television. Gunston was the madcap creation of actor-comedian Garry McDonald, who ambushed celebrities and probed them with his microphone and excruciatingly dumb questions.

    Gunston made his first (brief) appearances on the Pythonesque Aunty Jack Show in 1972, before becoming the “legendary un-personality” on spin-off series Wollongong the Brave in 1974. With his shiny blue suit and his face covered with blood-spotted pieces of tissue paper, the beautifully observed Gunston was an instant hit.
    Gunston excited to be probing a Beatle.
    Over the years, Norman Gunston interviewed Paul and Linda McCartney, Cheech and Chong (who he mistakes as comedy duo Morecambe and Wise), and Lee Marvin (caught in a airport terminal). Sometimes the stars played along—like a flirtatious Karen Black or Frank Zappa, who happily jammed with the harmonica-playing Gunston, or Muhammed Ali who said to Gunston “I’m punchy, what’s your excuse?” 

    Occasionally, the celebs didn’t know how to handle Gunston—like an eyeballing Elliott Gould, or a confused Warren Beatty, but their desperate responses only add to the comedy.

    Continues after the jump…

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    His shirt stays on: Fun photos of a 19-year-old, baby-faced Iggy Pop, 1966
    08:37 am


    Iggy Pop

    Just some fun photos of Iggy Pop playing a casual outdoor gig with his band the Prime Movers in 1966. These photos were taken a year before The Stooges formed. By 1966 standards, that was some LONG hair!



    More after the jump…

    Posted by Tara McGinley | Leave a comment
    Behold the National Pork Queen! Vintage photos of bizarre beauty contests & queens
    08:21 am


    beauty queens
    beauty contests

    Elmira Humphries, Miss Radio Queen - 1939
    Elmira Humphries, Miss Radio Queen - 1939
    From “Miss Beautiful Ape” to “The Diaper Queen” of Chicago in 1947, there there are a seemingly endless variety of strange beauty contests that have been crowning queens since early 1900s.
    Miss Beautiful Ape contest, Century City, California - 1972
    Miss Beautiful Ape contest, Century City, California - 1972
    Take for instance the “Miss Beautiful Ape” contest that was held in Los Angeles back in the early 70s. Put on by disc jockey and television personality Gary Owens (whose golden pipes announced the comedy variety show Rowan & Martin’s Laugh-In) in Century City, the contest was a promotion vehicle for the Planet of the Apes film franchise. The winner of the contest, Dominique Green (contestant number two on the far right) was awarded a role in the fifth (and final) Planet of the Apes film, 1973’s Battle for the Planet of the Apes.

    Naturally, all of these “contests” were means for some sort of revenue generating scheme, and not so much the prestige associated with being crowned “Miss Diaper Queen” (contestants were required to wear cloth diapers), “Miss Lube Job” for the local auto repair shop or “Miss NRA” for which contestants sported a huge fake “tattoo” of the National Rifle Association blue eagle emblem on their back. In some cases, NRA contestants placed a stencil of the emblem on their backs while sunbathing so the logo could be displayed by way of their tan lines. Wow.
    Miss NRA contestants being judged in Miami, 1930
    Miss NRA contestants being judged in Miami, 1930
    Contestants in the Miss NRA contest in Miami, 1930s
    Miss NRA contestants with blue eagle NRA logo tan lines, 1930
    More images from bizarre beauty contests of the past, after the jump…

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    A beautiful story about Patti Smith from last night’s reading in Illinois
    06:32 pm


    Patti Smith
    M Train

    Patti Smith is currently promoting her latest memoir M Train. During last night’s reading at the Dominican University in Illinois, Smith was reunited with some very personal belongings, as disclosed today by a member of the audience who posts as “maxnix” on the Steven Hoffman Music Forums.

    maxnix “wanted to share a quick story . . ” and posted details of this beautiful moment during Smith’s reading:

    The family and I went to see Patti Smith last night at Dominican University in Illinois, reading from “M Train”, telling stories, etc. I have seen her do this several times, and it’s always a lot of fun and a moving experience. Usually, she takes a break and takes (and tolerates!) a few audience questions . . mostly “what’s your favorite poem” and the like.

    Last night, however, a woman stood up and told Patti that she had a bag of clothes that belonged to her 40 years ago and would like to return it. Smith (and everybody) looked totally confused, but asked the person to come up to the stage and hand her the bag. Patti looked inside and just froze.

    Turns out that 40 years ago the band’s truck was stolen in Chicago, all their equipment/clothes/personal things basically everything they owned. These clothes among them. So Patti pulls out these items of clothing and talks about them (the shirt she wore on the Rolling Stone cover, the Keith Richards T-Shirt you’ve seen her wear in a hundred photos) and then gets to the bottom of the bag. Here was a bandana that her beloved late brother had worn and then given to her, and she starts to weep. Before long, half the audience was crying with her.

    Naturally, people in the audience were asking where/why/how?? but Patti just put her hands out and said she doesn’t care how, she’s just so grateful to have these priceless items back. Amazing. The rest of the program, after she piled everything on the podium, she couldn’t stop touching them, eventually slowly slipping the bandana into her pocket and proceeded to do a ripping version of Because the Night with her son on acoustic guitar.

    What a night.

    Read the whole forum discussion here. Below Patti discussing M Train on Democracy Now!.

    H/T Mark Hagen

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