Saturday, October 15, 2016

Beach Sloth - It doesn't matter what you look like on the outside it’s what’s on the internet that counts 11.0



                Among the masterpieces of the world Beach Sloth’s debut poetry collection is the best. Other forms of art are stupid compared to what Beach Sloth has effortlessly accomplished in his debut poetry publication. Writers yearn to truly navigate the depths of the human soul the way an anonymous dad sloth does with absolute ease. Throughout the collection Beach Sloth goes from hilarious to tragic in mere fractions of an inch. Of course this may be due to the font size but it is a grand testament to Beach Sloth’s powers as a highly blogging entity that his work appears to be perfected within these hallowed pages. 

                Trees give their lives for books but usually those books are not as good as Beach Sloth’s debut poetry collection. Few things can be. Beach Sloth has for years, nigh decades, supported people. His credo of “Support Each Other” can be felt throughout the surprising debut poetry collection. At times dark and touching Beach Sloth’s debut poetry collection takes a different approach from his actual blogging material. Yes the playfulness is still there. Yet there is specific commentary on some of the people that Beach Sloth truly cares for both people he has encountered and people he grew up with. For limiting the collection to random strangers, while fitting his blog’s aesthetic, is thrown aside for a more personal approach. 

                What is most interesting about Beach Sloth’s debut poetry collection is the dearth of sloths. Throughout the collection Beach Sloth fails to mention much in the way of actual sloths. Maybe this is because Beach Sloth feels it is too painful to reflect upon growing up in a human’s world as a mere sloth covered in algae hanging off of trees. Currently few are interested in the secret lives of sloths excluding the valiant efforts of a select few biochemists who realize that sloth algae could provide a plethora of life-extending and life-improving pharmaceuticals. 

                Until such time as scientists are able to cure common ailments using sloth back algae, there is Beach Sloth’s debut poetry collection. Sure maybe Beach Sloth’s debut poetry collection will be unable to cure the common cold but it can improve the spirit and isn’t that just as good, if not better? There is a lot of harshness in life a lot of people who feel like doing it alone. Life does not need to be that way. People are social creatures and with Beach Sloth’s debut poetry collection people will feel closer together. And that is better than any medicine. 


                Go HERE to learn more about the importance of Beach Sloth’s debut poetry collection,how to order, and how to have a fun time in general. 

Note for Book Price: While I have a 'pay what you want' feature I would say that the minimum suggested price for the book is $13 US/Canada, $18 International (I figure I am going to be sending a lot of stuff internationally).

Wednesday, July 27, 2016

Beach Sloth is creating Blogs



                Beach Sloth is a project I created officially on July 27th, 2010. I love blogging about people. There is so much culture to explore and support. Ever since I began Beach Sloth I have not needed a TV for anything. My life has been fulfilled seeing what wonderful pieces of work made it online into my browsers, my emails, my PDFs, my videos, and my music. Honestly thanks to Beach Sloth I have been exposed to more culture than I could ever possibly wrap my arms around. 

                That is why I created a Patreon account. I could use a few sponsors to help me meet my monthly expenses which are pretty small. I live frugally. At this point I do not need much to survive since I have cut down what I consider my needs. What I do know that I need, what I am passionate about, is all the wonderful people I have reviewed on this blog. Countless individuals that I have been fortunate enough to meet have become incredibly close friends, the kinds of friends that I can confide in and treat just like those people I have met in person.

                Financial support for Beach Sloth gives me a reason to spend a greater amount of time on auxiliary aspects of the project. Already I have released an e-book through Amazon, a chapbook I printed myself, an album free for download, an e-book released for free through Peanut Gallery Press (which has been favorably mentioned by Dennis Cooper), and a book through Dig That Book Co. So I try to keep Beach Sloth as active as I possibly can. 

                Everything I create for the blog shall continue to be free. I have great plans for Beach Sloth, including an eventual full-length book, another full-length album offered free of charge, and smaller e-books and chapbooks. People who feel like contributing money to me via Patreon can do so right




                I also understand a lot of my readership cannot afford to support me via Patreon. My presence on Patreon will not change anything about what I can for the blog. All it means is if someone wants to support me financially outside of the usual avenues of:



And 

pleasepaybeachsloth@gmail.com – my Paypal account, which has since become an MEME 

             Recently I have also decided to start a Fiverr account which basically expands what I do on a regular basis into new forms. If you are interested in my Fiverr work (want something written, shared, re-tweeted, etc.) you can go:

Here!

They can. It is that simple. Nothing else will change. I shall continue Beach Sloth, this passion project of mine, because I think that what I do is rewarding in ways outside of mere monetary concerns. My ultimate goal for Beach Sloth is to have it financially support me and a small group of writers I particularly like (I have people in mind for this). That is far away but with Patreon that can become considerably easier. Thank you for reading this and thank you for coming to my little corner of the universe. 

                Additionally I would like to thank everyone who has been able to support me on Patreon. It means more to me than I can possibly express.

Thursday, April 28, 2016

Bongo Boy Records Backroom Blues Volume Two

Opening up the collection with a fiery guitar lick is the satisfying blues of Jeanne Lozier’s “Beg and Plead”. Her voice simply soars deep, resonant, and full of passion. The song is intense, raw, and straight from the heart. Everything works from the steady rhythm to the wild guitar soloing. 

A nimble classic rock introduction opens up Rocket 88’s “Shake Your Hips”. The funky sensibility works wonders as the vocals have the right sly delivery. Slowly but surely the song’s tension eventually results in a cathartic release as the song drives forward in a kaleidoscopic rush. 

RB3 The Red Bank Blues Band comes through swinging with the satisfying “Wonder If”. From the tried and true sound of the organ to the soulful harmonica the song glides forward with true style. By far the highlight are the carefully crafted curated lyrics. 

“Nag Nag Nag” shows Blind Lemon Pledge tapping into the heart and spirit of the blues. Lyrics focus on the pain of the mundane, the day to day routine. When paired with an insistent swinging rhythm the song truly soars, with the fanfare working wonders. 

Sung with true grit is the deep blues of “So Tired (Goin’ Home)” by Trevor Sewell. The song has a laid-back contemplative groove to it keeping everything in check. Guitar work is intricate while still remaining accessible.

Mike Daly and the Planets explore hard rock’s roots on the blistering “Broken”. Vocal delivery is impeccable as the lyrics sound like the ode to a life lived fully, for better and worse. Absolutely brimming with energy the song is a force of nature. 

With a story of heartbreak set right in the center is the soulful “She Broke The Ten Commandments” by Blind Lemon Pledge. The song’s melody is infectious as is the slow, laid-back nature of the sound. Downright gorgeous the dark beauty of the track, of the sadness, is simply stunning. 

Harking back to the halcyon days of the early blues is the yellow-hued nostalgic kick of Miss Laurie Ann & The Saddle Tones “Good Time Charlie”. Miss Laurie Ann’s voice commands the song with the rest of the back lining up right behind, from the honky-tonk sound of the piano to the loose easy-going drumming. Guitar work is a perfect balance between the the sweet and dreamy. 

Big Bone Daddy’s “Pretty Baby” sounds like a long lost classic. Kept to the essentials the song possesses incredible spirit. A giddy rhythm guides the song forward as the piece grows ever larger. 


Well executed in nature is the western twang of Trevor Sewell’s “Hollow Part 1”. Trevor Sewell takes on a tense minimal approach that dominates throughout the piece. Here he shows tremendous patience as the piece grows ever so gradually before it comes into full swing towards the chaotic finale. 

Three Drunks by Gene Morgan

On the side of the road there’s a lot of dirt. That’s what happens when so many vehicles pass by without a care. Sometimes behind that dirt are people’s cars, left over, abandoned for various reasons. Across the world there are people who leave their cars behind because they are done with, they want to do something real. Realness determines a whole lot. Plenty do almost nothing because they cannot stand the stress of the attention. Confrontation happens with new people being thrown into static situations. Fear of the unknown is what creates many of these confrontations. Nothing can prevent it for it is inevitable. However much is known, however many are known, there is the concern that there will always be the new right beyond the horizon, blinded by the light. Light does not always lead the way light can blind one from the way as well. 

Comically small apartments litter themselves across the roads of the world. People are fine with certain amounts of space. Some need more than others and either work for it or live in relative isolation. Not everybody needs a lot. The simplicity is enough for many, who have no need for a dishwasher but every need for a cat. Out in the middle of nowhere there is not much to do. Odd cheeses, cheap alcohol, this is the way for people across the universe. Getting through a day can be difficult but people typically multiply those days together by ever increasing numbers. At some point a dramatic thing happens and ends that monotony. Unfortunately however exciting a moment can be the monotony always finds a way to return. This is simply how things have always been. Sure, there might be a moment where it all appears as if it might change. 


Horrible things have a way of changing lives forever. Accidents do that. Gone in a second or so an accident shifts all kinds of lifestyles. People deal with it differently. Some are unable to accept the universal truth that things have changed and simply will never return to how they once were. By making peace with it people are able to move forward. Monotony makes the strange, the accident, stick out in the mind. So much space is in a life and most of that space is empty. Thus, anytime there is something that veers from the already established formula, well, that’s a reason for celebration. That’s why sportscasters say “let’s go to the videotape” to relive that fleeting glimpse of something more. 

Wednesday, April 27, 2016

The Mezzanine by Nicholson Baker

Nicholson Baker’s “The Mezzanine” is a celebration of the mundane. Unlike most books where the mundane is edited out to get to the point, with “The Mezzanine” the mundane is the point. People tend to think to themselves, over-analyzing everything that passes through their minds. Streams of consciousness tend to have so many ideas, so many fish in the sea, and few are ever fully caught. Rather, glimpses of those ideas are seen. Instead of letting that happen, Howie (the main character) finishes those ideas to their proper conclusion. 

With such simplicity Nicholson Baker gets to the heart of the matter, of what being modern actually means. Throughout Howie’s mind there are lamentations about what used to be, what Howie grew up with, and Howie’s resentment of how is still has “child-like” views. Howie’s hope is at some point he is able to become a fully grown, fully fleshed out adult. Yet this sort of eludes him. As he works in an office he engages in all the hallmarks of adulthood, giving noncommittal responses to most inquiries, trying to think about how other people live. 

This kind of interaction remains a keystone in social situations. A lot of the interactions a person acquires over the course of a day tend to be impersonal. “Service with a smile” ensures this is the case. By hiding the real, people are able to engage in the fake. Howie understands this to some degree as he makes various purchases, thinking about what they all mean, how those products were developed and what they mean. In a way, Howie is a hyper-observant individual with a deeply empathic streak. He longs to care about more than things, about people, about how he interacts with them. According to the book he also had a pleasant childhood and remarks upon the same kind of style he shares with his dad regarding ties. 

By letting these small interactions come into full bloom Nicholson Baker creates a compelling character study. Howie proves to be a completely honest sort of narrator, effortlessly exploring all elements of his life, of what he is doing right and what he could be doing differently. There is quite a bit of playfulness that Howie engages in, the way he talks to others, the way he goes to the bathroom and even talks about ancient literature. Everything matters to Howie as he is able to even list the order at which he remembers thinking about things. 


Deep inside the mind of a polite, slightly obsessive office worker Nicholson Baker explores the beauty of the everyday with “The Mezzanine” timeliness in its transfixion with the ordinary. 

Jerry Paper - Toon Time Raw

Jerry Paper is a true weirdo’s weirdo. Over the course of several albums he’s been traveling alongside his trusty guitar and synthesizer for comfort. With “Toon Time Raw” he appears to have acquired a full on band through most likely some sort of nefarious means. Thankfully this band seems to have done nothing in terms of changing his approach to lyrics. Like before, they are consistently off and uniquely him. Currently there is only one little glimpse of what the rest of the album may sound like, via the tiny “Ginger & Ruth”. 

While the backing band has chosen to remain anonymous (though they do call themselves Easy Feelings Unlimited) it sounds remarkably like the High Llamas. There is a sweetness there that gives yet another dimension to Jerry Paper’s already warped kind of music. By bringing a full band into the equation there is a sense that he is starting to get some company in his sonic universe. Although the band is anonymous it gives a strange ramshackle summery vibe to it. Sure, this kind of lightness had been apparent with his trusty synthesizer, but with a full band he is able to realize this goal a whole lot more easily. Perhaps some of his touring work with Mac Demarco rubbed off on him a little bit. 


If all of “Toon Time Raw” keeps up with this otherworldly approach then this might be the album that brings him to a larger audience. Considering how long he’s been doing this on his lonesome it seems good that he finally gets some company.  

Natalie Jean - Looking Back

Natalie Jean’s “Looking Back” is a stylish sophisticated piece of alternative pop. Turning the idea of the love song on its head the message is one of defiance. Lyrics explore the idea of a relationship and all the complications it necessitates. Anchored by a solid beat and a catchy hook, the piece comes together cautiously. By focusing on the song’s effortless buildup the song grows ever larger and larger before coming into full focus. Sounds reverberate throughout the expansive space, letting Natalie Jean set the atmosphere, of disappointment in a former partner. 

The spacious melody opens up the song on a high note. As the beat comes into view the song truly gets started. Natalie Jean’s voice is emotive as she sings about the wrong person, the person who truly did the worst by manipulating the relationship. When the chorus joins it feels like reassurance almost. Each additional flourish of sound is felt completely as the economic structure of the piece lets each element shine through. “Looking Back” gets to the heart of the matter by the final third of the track, as the relationship is explained completely. Relationships can be particularly cruel when they are from an imbalance of power. Towards the finale of the track everything comes together as all the elements are amplified. 


Effortlessly bringing together elements of pop, EDM, and dub, Natalie Jean creates a song of astounding dark beauty with “Looking Back”. 

Tuesday, April 26, 2016

Bongo Boy Rock n’Roll TV Show No. 1079

Allison Weiss’s “Who We Are” does not go gently into that night. Tender in nature the song is positively celebratory. With an anthemic sound the song is positively inviting. 

“The Cat’s Meow” shows Suzanne Grzanna taking on an airy, jazzy felt. Naturalistic in tone the song’s smooth casual groove works wonders. Her voice is seductive, sweet, and infinitely stylish. Kept to the absolute essentials the piece is a nice nod to the most decadent of decades the roaring 20s. 

Catchy in nature My Silent Bravery’s “Ride with Me” is full of optimism. The light dance-friendly sound offers a sense of pure bliss. When coupled with the bouncy melody the entire song simply glows with color. 

Cozy Moe taps into an early 90s sound with “Da Way I Feel”. Immaculately produced the song is sung straight from the heart. Lyrically strong the song reflects upon the happiness that a strong relationship can bring. 

With “I Can’t Let Go” The Chords UK represent the best of 70s punk rock. Akin to the similar bands like The Clash, The Chords UK deliver lyrics with pure power. The song deserves to be played as loud as possible. Riffs are energetic, the rhythms deeply satisfying, and the entire song representative of the best 70s punk. 

Offering a poignant take on the conformity instilled by mass media, Waheed Ahmad’s “Hi Beams” is simply stunning. His mastery of his flow and his lyricism is profound. Throughout the track he displays keen insight into the current state of affairs for how the media influences people. 


Ending things on a high note is the chaotic nature of Trapdoor Social’s “Second Chance”. A strong rhythm leads the way as the lyrics deal with the difficultly at feeling deep emotional connection. Outright brilliant Trapdoor Social creates a perfect example of living the fully examined life. 

The Holstered - Outer Space

With a low key lo fi vibe The Holstered create a perfectly dreamy piece of classic rock on “Outer Space”. A sound akin to similar revivalists like Jacuzzi Boys what The Holstered does is pretty incredible. They balance everything out from the jangle of the guitar to the garage rock rhythms. Vocals are the right amount of far out as the echo is absolutely the right approach since the song seems to exist in another era at times. Woven deep within the song is the expressive vintage sound of the organ punctuating the song at all the right moments. Lightly psychedelic in nature the piece grows ever larger in scope, as the cyclical nature works wonders for the song. 

The song wastes no time in getting started. A wormy little organ vamp introduces the song as it comes into full bloom. Lyrics offer a form of introspection, like the kind one experiences on a particularly mellow day. Build-up is slow, gradual, and ultimately satisfying. From the band working together in unison comes a spaced-out guitar solo which aims for the heavens. With each reiteration the song grows stronger and more powerful. By opting for this casual cool approach the Holstered is able to let the song feel rather airy. Towards the finale the song simply fades out, conveying a sense of playfulness. 


Fun, clever, and infinitely catchy the Holstered do garage rock real justice with “Outer Space”. 

meet crispin best, london’s most original and oddest poet by Megan Nolan

I met Crispin Best prior to this article’s publication, thus rendering the article’s title null and void. My experience with Crispin Best has been one of absolute splendor. He first stumbled across my Internet browsing history as he submitted to a particularly fine publication. Now I don’t remember the name of the publication but it was very fine, trust me it was. I thought in my mind ‘wow this is a pretty bizarre kind of person, I bet he’s quite ridiculous in person’ but knew meeting him in person would be impossible. Thus I figured it was simply one of many people I would never met. 

Then 2012 happened and Crispin Best took that treacherous trip across the pond to the motherland, the United States of America. He was about as weird in person as he was on the Internet. In real life he speaks with a distinctly non-American accent. Before he speaks, he thinks which sets him apart from a vast variety of mostly non-thinking speakers. Crispin Best’s work is the kind of strange, wonderful thing that I simply adore, playful, unclassifiable, generally out of the regular grand scheme of things, a much smaller scheme honestly. 

2016 happened too. We are currently in it. Welcome. Crispin Best became one of this year’s Faber New Poets. This is indeed quite an exciting time. In the United States poets are often not funded, because the United States has better things to do with its money like continuing to subsidize capitalism. For whatever reason Faber’s New Poets receive not only the rare-ass distinction of being mentored and financed but also published. Usually poets do not receive this sort of attention but then again not all poets are Crispin Best. 

Crispin Best, when he’s busy not being a cool poetry guy on the Internet, spends his time at an actual job, working and doing things. Wonderful places have hosted Crispin Best’s readings, from Berlin to Australia to the US to the UK (where he resides, so not really that big a deal I think, but it was at a particularly elegant setting). 

Is Crispin Best living the dream, the kind of dream that poets dream of as they do whatever job it is that allows them basic survival? Should a greater amount of effort be expended to ensure that other up-and-coming poets receive the same sort of grand treatment throughout the world? Far too often the arts remain chronically underfunded across the world. Perhaps in the future a greater amount of emphasis will be placed upon this sort of funding, the kind of thing that can encourage an artist to truly grow. 


Whatever happens, Crispin Best, after many years of working on the Internet, has achieved a poet’s dream. I am infinitely happy to hear of this fantastic news and hope to continue to see happy musings from him!