Good morning, Unnatural Ways, s/t. A lumpy haunted organ leads to Coltrane/Crimson-damaged shred-finger-pickin. Instrumental when not fronted by a Siouxsian cave peal. Into @avaavamendoza’s art-damaged rock garden we go. Unnatural, but naturally so. You’ll see.

The occasion of a royal wedding is a good reason to think of some Crass lyrics, like these from “Yes Sir, I Will”

The wealthy obscene with their obscene wealth Applaud the carnage from their grandstand It's as if they were at Ascot laying their bets; Five to one on the Four Horsemen!  They believe that money can buy them out of the responsibility That they have for the world that they bleed dry They are the true pornographers The real stylists in human perversion Rich educated tarts sit dumbly by Watching their fortunes rise and fall In the neatly pressed pin-striped trousers of the City Debutante whores... in rich men's castles  The ruling elite with their puppet figurehead Queen Elizabeth the Second, Regina-Vagina Strut about on the million of bodies That they have sacrificed to gain their position Who are these leaders but those who have made violence pay? Who are they but the inheritors of their ancestors greed and theft? Their blood stained flags are rags to our future Tattered remnant of our individual rights These rulers are common murderers and thieves But still we bow before them For how long will the masses be so pathetically manipulated by God, Queen and Country!?

Good morning, The Lee Harvey Oswald Band, Blastronaut. 90’s-new, recentlyish-reissued, select audience for lost power-yawp anthems. Ziggy via 90s (yes, again) tribute/parody, tone-perfect earth-conquering oversexed Rock that ends w/a Psychedelic Furs nodding chug. Sanity saved via time machine or off-planet rocket? Both.

From the late 60s. Perhaps truer now than then. Do you work just to survive the spectacle?

After posting this picture of Cows last week, the internet gave it an attribution: it’s by @jjgonsonphoto. Maybe JJ will lay some more Cows pics and history on us some day.

Mixed blessings:
Pro: you have a Ramones song stuck in your head

Con: It’s “Havana Affair”