Continuing the impromptu metal theme today, here's my current musical obsession, The Mountain Goats, rocking out with (most of) "The Best Ever Death Metal Band out of Denton". Throw the horns, people, throw the horns. It's like we're celebrating National Day of Slayer early.
Yngwie F***ing Malmsteen unleashes the f***ing fury
on "I'll See The Light Tonight".
(Note: I mock, but it would take seven or eight of me in perfect synchronization to play that fast. Presumably it's because I don't have a guy in a furry viking helmet waving a sword in front of a radar screen to inspire me. Somebody wanna get on that?)
Music for One Apartment and Six Drummers
See, I'm pretty sure I was this guy's downstairs neighbour once. No wonder I don't live in an apartment anymore.
Proof that the mashup meme has gone too far--terrifyingly so:
Somebody has built robotic exoskeletons for cockroaches. Listen, buddy, next time you wanna combine Franz Kafka, Battletech and somebody's worst nightmare, howzabout just making a video or something?
Traditional American style executed with obsolete Japanese hardware. Somebody needs to build one of these full-scale--mind you, a '59 Toyota is probably pretty tiny, so you'd have to be Vern Troyer to actually fit in one with that radical of a chop.
Original image here.
Way back in my teenage years, I used to spend summers out at my grandparents' place in the idyllic hippieville of Nelson, B.C.
One of the many ways I loved to pass the time involved digging through one of my cousin's piles of pre-'80s Mechanix Illustrated-type magazines. There was something weirdly poignant about the mix of do-it-yourself ingenuity and overzealous faith in technology. Modern Mechanix fully groks the appeal of that era, the era when the future was a gleaming vista of jet planes, neon-lit martinis and, er, yodelling robots.
Hell of a dangerous time to be an actress, though.
You don't have a mom
You don't have a daddy
You're just a bun and an all-beef patty
You're a hamburger
-- The Vestibules, "You're A Hamburger"
Muddy Waters, circa '68, doing "Long Distance Call". Not 100% sure, but that might well be Paul Butterfield blowing harp on this one.
Also, a guy playing slide guitar with a spoon. In his mouth. While playing regular chords with his hands.
King Tut's Penis Rediscovered.
Seems they just weren't looking deep enough in his, er, Valley of the Kings. At least now he knows how George Costanza felt.
We now return to your regularly scheduled, 73% penis-free Internet.
Grandpa Munster takes the Dragula for a ride:
[via the H.A.M.B.]
