So for your enjoyment, is Vol. V of galacticFOG podcasts. Entitled (d)IGITAL (D)eath. Included is a remix of 'Chip Away' by jane's addiction, done by none other than gG. Also, in closing to the podcast, is a NEW track; from our upcoming ep, LOST IN THE FOG. coming to a download app near you (or your nearest connect to the internets) in January!
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Wednesday, November 25, 2009
Wednesday, October 14, 2009
So I Got Bored Today....
And decided to ppst another podcast. 2hrs comstructed before the previous mix IV. Includes a unreleased reconstruction of Isis's Holy Tears by none other than geppettoGESTAPO, and a new song by Fever Ray from her Tour 7". Leave some comments. Let us know you're out there.
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Monday, October 12, 2009
2 for Tuesday!
Here's my First 2 podcasts. actually, they are the 2nd and 3rd, however, the first is not for you. unless you ask nicely.
Enjoy!
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Enjoy!
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Thursday, August 27, 2009
(g)alacticSON proudly presents a podcast ! ! ! City/Life/Scream ! ! !
! ! ! City/Life/Scream ! ! !
1. JJ- things will never be the same
2. YACHT- the afterlife
3. Delorean- deli
4. Mos Def- auditoreum
5. Antony & the Johnstons- crazy in love
6. Little Dragon- feather
7. Telephone Jim Jesus- n=1 trial
8. Faust vs Dalek- t-electronique
9. Fever Ray- when I grow up (remx by D. Lissvik)
10. The Dodos- fables
11. The Walkmen- all hands and the cook (live)
12. The Pains of Being Pure at Heart- ramona
13. (g)eppetto (G)estapo- the morrigan
14. Radiohead- these are my twisted words
15. Imogen Heap- first train home
16. B. Nolan- survived winter (feat. Alias, Sage Francis, and Polyphonic)
17. Matisyahu- One Day
Thursday, August 20, 2009
Mars and the Scratch of the Battlecat
war is said to be
territories
of vigorous dispute
holy
ancient
sacred
noble
manifest destiny
that is everything
i get it now.
i can fit in their sugary, fat mouths
gaping
warning you not to come in
but you go anyways
there you will see
they are stuffed with
photographers, reality TV stars, and status updates
and somehow they still show their teeth
and they smile like jack-o-laterns
the full moon accenting their cheek bones
the fur of the wolf on their paws
the cries of the lambs of sacrifice
left to walk the red carpet
we are voices in vehicular
slow motion
the manslaughter of pumpkins
smashed
gunk
seeds grown
out of the semen of
vast memory
we are the collective consciousness
of ancient video games
and dusty abandoned penny arcades
exposed and standardized
explicit to be rated
sanitized
specific cosmetic surgeries
and injections make them so
sparkling in the screams
of their own bigoted salvation
they glisten with quickening waves
they smear the blood from galactic entities still unknown
wiping it onto the faces of the beyond
and go for the last will and testament
of interplanetary euthenasia
captain!
I, again, draw your eyes to their lips
as they glow in the fog from a distance
where
from their horns
we hear them call out various ships
leading them to wreck and sink
to the Bay's ocean floor
the bridges only watching
their massive robotic eyes of Ginsberg
in the faded photograph
sitting
on the caramel colored windowsill
still spitting
lyrical pentameters
doomsday imagery
every stream of digital information
illuminated by
purple greenery
cataloged
electronic
and
illustrated by
hypnotic technologies
a strobe like
pulse like
repetition of
invigoration
and debauchery
just taste our
disorganized labor force
and comaraderie
please
oh
Mars,
make me yours...
let me feed your children
with bullets and powders
let me shield them
with thy pugile weaponry
M-16s and AK-47's
metallic heavens
of fiery judegment
i beg of you
let us in
we are chosen
wise
beholden
to
fists
fractured knuckles
mass destruction
and
intergalactic
terrorism
let us in
to the 9 lives of the
lingering carnivores
and the scavenger
watching
the scurrying
battlecat
territories
of vigorous dispute
holy
ancient
sacred
noble
manifest destiny
that is everything
i get it now.
i can fit in their sugary, fat mouths
gaping
warning you not to come in
but you go anyways
there you will see
they are stuffed with
photographers, reality TV stars, and status updates
and somehow they still show their teeth
and they smile like jack-o-laterns
the full moon accenting their cheek bones
the fur of the wolf on their paws
the cries of the lambs of sacrifice
left to walk the red carpet
we are voices in vehicular
slow motion
the manslaughter of pumpkins
smashed
gunk
seeds grown
out of the semen of
vast memory
we are the collective consciousness
of ancient video games
and dusty abandoned penny arcades
exposed and standardized
explicit to be rated
sanitized
specific cosmetic surgeries
and injections make them so
sparkling in the screams
of their own bigoted salvation
they glisten with quickening waves
they smear the blood from galactic entities still unknown
wiping it onto the faces of the beyond
and go for the last will and testament
of interplanetary euthenasia
captain!
I, again, draw your eyes to their lips
as they glow in the fog from a distance
where
from their horns
we hear them call out various ships
leading them to wreck and sink
to the Bay's ocean floor
the bridges only watching
their massive robotic eyes of Ginsberg
in the faded photograph
sitting
on the caramel colored windowsill
still spitting
lyrical pentameters
doomsday imagery
every stream of digital information
illuminated by
purple greenery
cataloged
electronic
and
illustrated by
hypnotic technologies
a strobe like
pulse like
repetition of
invigoration
and debauchery
just taste our
disorganized labor force
and comaraderie
please
oh
Mars,
make me yours...
let me feed your children
with bullets and powders
let me shield them
with thy pugile weaponry
M-16s and AK-47's
metallic heavens
of fiery judegment
i beg of you
let us in
we are chosen
wise
beholden
to
fists
fractured knuckles
mass destruction
and
intergalactic
terrorism
let us in
to the 9 lives of the
lingering carnivores
and the scavenger
watching
the scurrying
battlecat
Monday, August 17, 2009
Spoken Word- The Hollow Chamber
the vocal accompaniment to the below. As has been clearly documented, the voice adds an intangible depth to words, expressions, feelings. This was the mood of the moment for all to clearly inhabit.
The Hollow Chamber.mp3
Sunday, August 16, 2009
The FreebieEP along with the podcast!
Hey for all you out there, swinging by and jammin podcasts. Check out our official podcast blog:
http://ggpodcast.blogspot.com/
And check out our FreebieEP! It's free and a taste of what's in store. New EP Lost in the Fog out this fall and our first record- Tales From Beyond the Galactic Fog.
Get the FreebieEP:
http://ggpodcast.blogspot.com/
And check out our FreebieEP! It's free and a taste of what's in store. New EP Lost in the Fog out this fall and our first record- Tales From Beyond the Galactic Fog.
Get the FreebieEP:
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