Thursday, November 03, 2005

raekwon - "kids that's rich"
(raekwon presents: the vatican, counterflow, 2005)

raekwon rededicating himself to the "...cuban links" era while pete rock turns in a serviceable beat*. mixtape appropriate at 2:30, with rae weaving a pointedly unfocused ode to stop snitchin' ethics and pete doing his best rza impression. lately, the clan is best served in small portions and this is no exception (see also: the rza/mf doom collaboration). though the alt-rap media shine on ghostface is blinding, raekwon once again proves himself to the the second most consistent wu emcee after masta killa. this is not a value-graded comparison, as the latter two perform yeoman's work, whereas starks routinely flirts with blended non-sequitorial/meaningful brilliance and achieves mixed results. in short, this track invokes the hate-it-or-love-it corollary; it will not change your opinion of raekwon or pete rock, but it will induce headnods if you let it. the vatican mixtape drops on december 13th and the long-awaited, oft-rumored ...cuban links part 2 could see a january 2006 release.

*(did i miss the press release about the pete rock mainstream production revival? first jimmy and a.z., then 50, now the chef...why isn't this being discussed?)

- seriously, did you see delonte west's block (read: emasculation) on eddy curry in the 2nd quarter of last night's game? note to the atlantic division: redz does not care about you, your potentially faulty heart, or the traditional point guard-center height differential. by virtue of being the only team to win a game, gang green now have first place in the division. this means absolutely nothing.

- nerd love for november the 2nd: desolation jones #4, detective comics #813, firestorm #19, jonah hex #1, bulleteer #1, house of m #8, ultimate spider-man #85, plus the jonah hex showcase trade if it arrives on the shelf at work. in a publishing climate where dc/wildstorm/vertigo gives up on so many of its best titles through utter indifference and lack of commitment by some key creators and editors (cough...intimates...ahem), it's good to see that seven soldiers hasn't been cancelled, shortened, or otherwise altered. grant morrison = the black card era of comic book writing.

brendan funwrecker.

nothing but big gooses in here, kid

11/2/05 - game 1:
celtics 114
knicks 100 (ot)

05'-'06 campaign: 1-0

larry who? larry what?
(really real though, even auerbach gave dude his props in the post-game. while giving the backhand to the zen master ("...he picks his spots. larry brown, great coach, doesn't pick his spots."). i still hate l.a. too, red.)

your 2005-2006 boston celtics won the season opener the only way they know how: ugly. contrary to preseason returns, pierce was the focal point of the offense, turning in a mad decent 30-12-3. can't be mad at the redheaded kingpin for a jaw-dropping debut in the starting role at the point (looking past the line, 41 minutes, 1 turnover = presidential shit). pretty ricky rebounded from a somewhat horrawful first half to end up with 27 point, albeit on an iversonian 10-for-22. mark blount (drop that "u" when you say the name, he's serious, swear to god) looked real good for a corpse despite making almost all of his points from 12 feet or more away from the hoop. those are the positives.

but that's about where it ends. i'm not thrilled about them blowing a late 4th lead...too reminscient of last year's problems. ricky and paul seem destined yet again to bang heads over who takes the ball in winning time. also, pierce won't be getting 1304 attempts from the line every game. it's almost impossible to tell how the rotation will work because doc hasn't seen fit to consider things like substitution patterns and minute distribution. interior defense was fairly fucki-...we'll just gloss over that.

saying though, delonte.

next up: pistons on friday.

Wednesday, November 02, 2005

comeback comeback comeback baby

"a slow grind is no grind and no grind is slow time..."

saying though - i never lost my ability to hustle.

(ok. maybe i did.)

leaves are falling. the celtics are balling. funwrecker is blogging.

Thursday, June 30, 2005

boys gotta lay it down when the boss come around

the g-money era in boston officially began at 9:17 pm on tuesday, june 28th. no, i have not stopped celebrating. in case you haven't heard, here's why:

- "a peek into the future, with allen, green, and al jefferson on the fast break, has to make ainge smile."
- "green tells us it was 'god's plan.' "
- "the boys in green will feature 7 players on their roster who are 23 years or younger."
- "danny ainge started 'begging' the basketball gods that green be there at #18."

somebody call up miracle johan, the gerald green jam needs to go happen like YESTERDAY. where's that 4-track, son?

in other gang green post-draft news, did ryan gomes really show up for his introductory press conference in a g-unit t-shirt? was it too hot for the ski mask? MY UNIT IS GUERILLA. oh yeah, (soon to be ex-) celtic floor general gary payton is facing 7-10 years in the slam up north, but still has time to offer his personal tour of the vegas strip. add to this ridiculous fox sports rumors that a paul pierce/ron artest deal is currently in the offing and i might get a boston celtics spinner medallion: C-UNIT.

big things go down for funwrecker industries in july, but not before young caps & incorrigible jones set the city on fire friday night with those certified kids. boston/cambridge/allston/brighton/somerville, i beseech thee to STAND THE FUCK UP.

the blog relaunch begins in earnest on friday with a stab at journalistic integrity as i review ted leo weekend and all the insanity (read: g-unit video shoot, tiki lounge, go go dancing, holleration, etc.) that accompanied my 5 day visit to the tri-state this past weekend. you might even get a chance to see me clean up real nice with a slick redesign. and did i mention the t-shirts? all good things...

brendan funwrecker.

Friday, June 17, 2005

all i know is real detail, coke, lasagna, and those e pills

game got real.
back at it soon.
watch this space.
meantime, july 1st.
caps. jones. bananas.


Monday, May 16, 2005

switch to southpaw, bullets bounce off walls

isis - "weight (fennesz remix)"
isis - "hym (thomas koner remix)"
isis - "false light (carry edit) (ayal noar remix)"
isis - "the beginning & the end (venetian snares remix)"
(oceanic: remixes & reinterpretations, hydrahead, 2005)

there are few bands in this world as fearsome and beautiful as boston's isis. in fact, i don't feel comfortable trying to describe the sound of their 2002 certified classic oceanic. today's remixes come from their new two disc collection of remix material, originally released on limited vinyl through richmond, virginia's robotic empire. while each remixer tries to reconcile the task of recombining the elements of the source material (read: sonically predictable, if nothing else), it's worth noting that even the reinterpretations hold the tension, volume, and weight (no pun intended) of the original recordings. recommended if you like: HEAVY, dub, minimalist electronic composition, ambient metal, the feeling of being adrift on the open sea with no hope of rescue. isis are currently touring europe with the jesu (a.k.a the broadrick/parsons project), who also contribute seperate tracks to the remix album in a fit of destruction-by-metal synergy.

- i still carry the painful wounds of embarassing early exit by my beloved boston celtics. now, head mormon in charge danny ainge is talking about new rules regarding on-court conduct, making excuses for doc rivers, and downplaying pierce trade rumors. are there any positives in what is sure to be a long and decidedly unsatisfying offseason? hell yes. check out fellow celtics fanatic miracle johan. hailing from the western area of the commonwealth, johan put his love of the green to wax in incredibly hilarious fashion. choice cuts: "i swear to god (mark blount)" and "no layups (kendrick perkins & al jefferson)." the image of teenage ballers young kendrick & big al in a video, holding up huge celtics ice pieces, stunting hard, and chanting "no layups - no easy baskets/no layups - none that i can't foul," makes my heart feel better about the future at the (t.d. banknorth) garden.

- on snap, miss fairchild get that west coast love from the robot kids.

- nerd love: may 18th edition: authority revolution #8, young avengers #4, and some oni press graphic novels, plus about a dozen others.

apologies for today's brevity. wednesday should see a return to REAL BIG form.

brendan funwrecker.

p.s. i join my o.c.-viewing brethren in tipping the 40-ounce for big cal. sometimes, pre-fab so-cal hyphenated tv drama life is not fair.

Wednesday, May 11, 2005

that's why i look in the mirror every morning and realize how fly i am

juelz santana - "we don't give a fuck (feat. paul wall)" (from dj kay-slay - let the games begin)
cam'ron & hell rell - "get 'em daddy" (from big mike - the contender 2.0 - rap is like wrestling)

today, we break format and provide some mixtape rips currently making time in the apartment funwrecker. we'll get to the new spoon record in a hot minute, the celtics, maybe even some comic book discussion. right now, i have to thank c dot lemon-red & sean hardly-art respectively for putting me up on these tracks. if you're reading this right now, there's an 83.4% chance you visited the LEM first. saying though, if you don't read hardly art and purpology everyday, please ask for assistance as you have fallen and cannot get up (read: SLIPPING). homeboy had 5 m.o.p. tracks the other day. FIVE! in closing, high fives all around. (post script: fairness dictates complete disclosure. i am not feeling the juelz/paul wall track to absurd degrees, but it still catches heavy rotation simply because paul wall claims he's "kinda like omar from the wire." seriously though, i had higher expectations for a dipset/swishahouse collabo.)

going forward with a long overdue update:

- the boston celtics. many nba historians refer to the organization as a proud franchise with 16 world championships, including the most dominant dynasty in professional sports history (1959-1966, study your history). your boy refers to the 2004-2005 edition of the green as straight bitchmade. how do you lose to the indiana pacers in a series where clearly opposite styles are set to collide? two weeks ago, during the halcyon days of game 1 blowouts, comments like this echoed about the apartment:

roommate dave: "looks like they got the long whiteboy unit in there."
roommate "big dog" chris: "it's like we're playing a pickup game against high school biology teachers."
funwrecker: "i need another drink."

so how the fuck did this happen? the c's respond to the biggest game of the season (see also: biggest of entire careers for the youth movement) by turning in the single worst game 7 performance in the history of organized hoop. i'm not fucking around. this was brutal to watch. personally, i took in about 50-55 celtics games this season (plus 5 of 7 postseason) and the tv was off by the middle of the 3rd quarter. how bad, you ask? the truth played his way out of a celtics uni. employee #8 confirmed every misinformed, latently racist comment ever made about his on-court demeanor and inside-out game. the following day in boston, fairweather fans who hitched the walker/pierce bandwagon to a finals run 2 months ago were calling for a clean sweep by management. paul rizzy tells me that pierce is rumored to be sent to the portland oregon minimum security work release program. doc rivers basically coached his way out of a round one victory by believing his own hype. in a 7 game series, things like bench depth and 10 man rotation DO NOT MATTER. everyone is playing on the same amount of rest. if anything, rotations SHORTEN in the playoffs. and worst of all, you never abandon a style of play that works (running, using dribble penetration to force the defense to collapse, superior ball movement) in favor of adopting THE STRENGTH OF THE OPPOSING TEAM. i'm sure hater of the year danny ainge will gut the team in favor of "youth," meaning he'll finally dump walker AND pierce, bring some headcase with a max deal, and sell the new owners on 2-3 more seasons of rebuilding through ping pong balls. i can't talk about this anymore. (ed. note: is there any team in the league more despicable than the pacers? in the aftermath of the brawl, you think they would have learned some humility through the ordeal. but they're still throwing elbows, acting for calls, running a clinic on cheap shots, and turning it around on players like walker and pierce who are prone to lapses in judgement. what can you say about a roster when the most likeable player might be ron artest? i will chug gallons of haterade on these cats; jackson, miller, o'neal, dale davis, rik smits, chuck person, haywoode workman, ANYONE WHO EVER DONNED THE GOLD AND BLUE.)

- if you suffered through 500+ words about a local basketball team and you don't like professional sports, thanks for the effort. your reward is two tracks from the new fannypack lp see you next tuesday (think about it...), "seven-one-eight" and "you gotta know."

- speaking of new releases, gimme fiction by spoon fixes to kill your soulful indie rock game this year. the sage-like chris nelson turned in the best unconventional comparison today by referencing the solid 7.9 in terms of darryl hall & john oates. for my money, midtempo guitar rock jams like "sister jack" call to mind memories of a young funwrecker skating around the campus of bridgewater state college, blithely unaware of pursuit by the man while rocking "gold soundz" by malkmus & co. on the walkman. you know it's good when it comes lauren the girlfriend-approved.

- nick sylvester works his record review/get money hustle with james motherfucking murphy.

- more tasteful comic book noir from ati/planetlar: smoke and guns (say it fast out loud) by kirsten baldock & fabio moon. late summer '05.


- some of you are still sleeping on tom vek. listen here as the kid gets the phones remix treatment. re-up on the original while you're at it.

i hope to be back before week's end with o.c. wrap-up (motherfucking t.i. was on last week and nobody said anything? am i alone in my dual love of summer and the king of the south?), red sox thoughts (they can't hit a walk-off to win every game, right?), and some REAL TALK on comic books (desolation jones #1 like WHAT?).


Sunday, May 08, 2005

there they go again with that "hallelujah" shit

dead meadow - "heaven"
dead meadow - "at her open door"
(feathers, matador, 2005)

dead meadow released a new long player in february to very little (if positive) fanfare. i blame an overly wary corps of bloggers still reeling from comets on fire's destruction of laptop speakers nationwide during the summer of '04. the d.c. boys' past work (shivering king, featuring production contributions by a suddenly relevant anton newcombe) recieved praise in the nebulous form of phrases like "stoner rock," "dude, these guys are like sabbath," and the ever-popular "psyche." while undeniably heavy, dead meadow always leaned toward the the more lucid moments of bands like hawkwind or blue cheer, with an ear for mid-90's english head doctors like slowdive and the verve (circa a storm in heaven) . for feathers, the band enlisted the services of a 4th member and rerecorded versions of past freakouts with new arrangements. the album is the textbook definition of "slow burn" but repeated listenings yield nearly perfect moments, like the 11-minute passage of "heaven" and "at her open door." further exploration into the world of dead meadow can be found at the avalon on june 22nd, where they and headliners sleater-kinney will do battle with poor acoustics, 7pm doors, and a venue-imposed curfew.

- catchdubs/certified bananas killed the game friday at the not-so-enormous room in cambridge. while i arrived late, i did manage to make time with the phoenix massive, the razor sharp wit of nick sylvester, and internerd celebrity 'topher lemon-red. here's a big pound for the room, the djs, and the clientele who packed the place until last call. hey boston, we should do this again some time, yaoming?

- vanity labels just got grimey.

- time-warner remixes the dc comics bullet logo, while the online community waxes nostalgic on why nothing should change. EVER. also from the funny book clearinghouse dept., hip american novelist jonathan lethem signs on to rework omega (the ultimate man) for the house of ideas, with pictures supplied by venerable indie artist farel dalrymple. meanwhile, jeff smith must be hurting for work after finally completing bone (courtesy lauren the girlfriend).

- choice deadwood quote, delivered by the inimitable francis wolcott: "i am a sinner who does not expect forgiveness, but i am NOT a government official."

i'll be returning for monday evening/tuesday morning, with a postmortem on the celtics season and more idle comic book discussion.

your boy,
brendan funwrecker.