Grimblugences? Fine:
Aphex Twin, Atom and His Package, Bach, The Beatles, Beck, The Boredoms, Captain Beefheart & The Magic Band, Danielson Famile, Devo, The Dillinger Escape Plan, The Dismemberment Plan, Don Caballero, Faith No More, Fantomas, Faraquet, Frank Zappa, Grandpo, Helmet, Herbie Hancock, Hum, John Zorn, Korn, Mahavishnu Orchestra, Marc Ribot, The Mars Volta, Melvins, Meshuggah, Monster Project, Mr. Bungle, Nine Inch Nails, Pavement, Phish, Pink Floyd, Polvo, Radiohead, Ruins, Sleepytime Gorilla Museum, Sonic Youth, Squarepusher, Sunny Day Real Estate, System of a Down, Tool, Tortoise, Ween, Wesley Willis, Yes.
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Skracks gripe? For the purposes of searchability, this is here again, but it's exactly the same as above:
Aphex Twin, Atom and His Package, Bach, The Beatles, Beck, The Boredoms, Captain Beefheart & The Magic Band, Danielson Famile, Devo, The Dillinger Escape Plan, The Dismemberment Plan, Don Caballero, Faith No More, Fantomas, Faraquet, Frank Zappa, Grandpo, Helmet, Herbie Hancock, Hum, John Zorn, Korn, Mahavishnu Orchestra, Marc Ribot, The Mars Volta, Melvins, Meshuggah, Monster Project, Mr. Bungle, Nine Inch Nails, Pavement, Phish, Pink Floyd, Polvo, Radiohead, Ruins, Sleepytime Gorilla Museum, Sonic Youth, Squarepusher, Sunny Day Real Estate, System of a Down, Tool, Tortoise, Ween, Wesley Willis, Yes.
Never LISTEN TO and/or DOWNLOAD ALL OF GRANDPO'S SONGS EVER, for FREE, if you still feel like you're dying.
Grandpo doesn't really care if you are dying, or if you give him money, or not. He just wants you to listen to his songs. After all, Grangpo died and never gave anyone any money.
Next, let's start by not ignoring the fact that Grandpo invented himself. He literally caused his own existence. This is not a fact to be taken lightly. That said, we may continue.
Grandpo is 89 years old. He and Grangpo (recently deceased) produced experimental rock type anti-music that you might enjoy. He currently lives all by himself in a dank cave, subsisting on only algae and blood sausage. His favorite type of kitten used to be himself, because he was so cute and fuzzy.
Formerly, Grandpo's favorite type of bird was the blue-footed booby. Because his toes are webbed, Grandpo used to swim very well, much like a fish, or a platypus. All in all, Grandpo was a stand-up type of guy: the sort who would give you a handshake and then pretend to grab your nose and not give it back, but who would ultimately cook omelettes if given the chance. I'd have recommended him to anyone.
However, since his rage and subsequent seclusion, I wouldn't recommend him to anyone. This is sort of what his fits look like:
Terrible, yes? Or terrible, no? Irritating in that hyper and crass Internet way, yes?
[HJL005] Flex Blur - net.01_il se peut que cet album possède le plus long titre que la Terre n'ait jamais connu depuis la création du premier compact disc et la commercialisation du tout premier album, même si beaucoup de personnes y avaient déjà pensé auparavant mais ne l'ont malheureusement jamais réalisé, pensant qu'une chose aussi dure, crétine, stupide et puérile (et encore, il en manque) serait irréalisable ; de toute façon, l'industrie du disque de nos jours est tellement pitoyable que tous les artistes se doivent d'obéir à leurs maisons de disques comme des toutous donc tout est presque identique et on appelle ça le clônage, ce qui résumerait peut-être bien notre société actuelle.
Concerning senility and the outposts of the mind, we have now made all three of KuNvuK's songs available for free download. These songs are lifted from out Demo EP "The Gone Mekanik Anticipation Demonstration" and we welcome all takers and commentators.
RADIO INTERVIEW UPLOADED: We also have our latest radio interview available for streaming or download from this location:
Man, I can't fucking wait for that Halloween show in Grangolia. How much are tickets to Grangolia these days? Cheaper if you transfer in Chicago first, I guess...
bag s o bull...h o wie sucks, he makes me sing things i dont LIKe...G-Po yer so old and out of shape...tooo many chemicals. You still have sof hands, and you're loved for that reason alone. pee
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>A picture of your sorry ass>
>on a plate, surrounded by a delicious bernaise sauce>
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,,,PRINT ::"When's the new album coming out, eh?" ::UNPRINT,,,
close body slam>>>
Blag a blog for the masses to indulge in avoiding, as Cloum rots your insides with unsong. We must rise againts that occasion forthcoming, and sink into our chosen roles. Fate cannot be avoided, but postpone it's inevitability we must, or mustn't...depending which side of the line you're standing on. No petals are silver, and forcefields are not real...BUT donkeys with guns have been known to attract the masses...get it scabbot flob! The hint pisser...crap yerself.
YOOU THERE IN THE BLUE SHIRT SPELLED BAkwards: die while grabbing for that which isn't not more than i was fortunate enough to avoid with golden fleece in hand...torn, but in hand you see. A gift, yes, these matters of mind have little to confess amidst Grangpo's return to waters familiar. Calm. Still...yoou there, in that shirt...
dude.. i'm all about teeth made of wax, i mean... no... i said what i meant- i've crafted some pretty sweet wax teeth in my day. i wish cleom were my friend- cause he's 'alive' and i feel wierd talking to the deceased... no offense grandpo (guess longevity/immortality is inevitably impossible when the only organs you were granted are crammed into your cranium... physically speaking. sure your WORDS could live on if chosen correctly and somehow accessible to prosperity... will there be some kind of pagan ceremony enacted prior to the 2008 Halloween show? may i suggest a song titled sybilicious??
dude, i really want donkeygun on there, but i don't want to remove any of the others...maybe silverpetalforcefield, but that's just an asshole thing to say. not peter. not wax made of teeth. no WAY pink pig. arrgh!!
i guess forget it...unless you want to remove you know what, and i know you dont.
ps..i hate your ugly face
As 50% of Grandpo I would like to announce my rebirth as a quasi life form known as Cloum. I am the country bumpkin who's fear of the Big Apple drove a steak through Grandpo's soul. When the anti-music MOVEMENT begins, Cloum promises to extinguish his phobia and reunite with Grandpo in Brooklyn. MORE IMPORTANTLY: HE WHO CONTROLS THIS SITE MUST PUT "DONKEYGUN" IN THE MP3's. HE WHO CONTROLS THIS SITE HAS BEEN WARNED. See you at Snickers...our battlefield.
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