The Sock-Monkey As Alone

  Been on a kung fu film kick as of late. Old favorites like drunken master and master of the flying guillotine along with watching more obscure or modern films.   I think my two favorites are kung fu hustle and master of the flying guillotine. For both strangeness and also heart those are the peak of the genre for me.  Though has lead down. Rabbit hole over the last couple of days where I have been researching wuxia fantasy novels and researching the classics of Chinese litereature.  I love a good melodramatic surreal piece of objective strangeness as much as anyone. But I am kinda intrigued by why the wuxia bug has bitten me so hard. Not since I got obsessed thunderbolt fantasy and other puppet wuxia has  the genre been so major in my mind.  I have also been trying to write for my own amusement some extended pieces of prose set in the grim metal bedlam universe that are directly inspired by wuxia melodramas. Since what I write is experimental ...

 A beautiful dream of passions in the clay. Abstract and yet kinda only described as very human. Dissonant and avant-garde, yet, surprisingly catchy. Easy listening broadcast from the green flames of heck. The first half is like Kurt Cobain bedrooms demos using the convenience of modern technology.  Column of trout's half is moving like a sequence of a single song with all four tracks. If it's a guitar they are getting some unique sounds out of it. Everything is drenched affects in the shoegaze tradition. The emotion this is eliciting is something akin to Tim Rogers review of God hand (which uses a number girl track for the soundtrack). More akin to late 80s idea of avant-garde than the captain beef heart definition.  It is chill until the second half by Partager kicks off then your in psychedelic wall of sound. That reminds me of Siberian peaks by mgmt.  Very ambient like a Guy Maddin film. Cinematic in how it solicits images without language. I can also hear simila...