Black Sheep Wall is a band from L.A. somewhere that I stumbled upon over the weekend. They are a doomy/sludgey band, and their riffs are so heavy they will knock your dick in the dirt. It’s dirty, grimey, sloppy, they tune to negative Z, and scream at the top of their lungs about 90% of the time - and it’s bad fucking ass. The copy of the album I got contained a burned CD that was spray painted black….and that was it. No song names, no contact info, nothing. And they probably only used black because they couldn’t find anything darker.  Awesome. Go to their Myspace and jock them as hard as I do or you are composed exclusively of loss.

Breath easy internet, I have returned to my blogging post. Over the last week and a half I’ve been journeying up the Pacific Coast with Bear Hunter . As it turns out, when I try and write on my laptop while in the van I start to puke all over my band mates — hence, my absence from Synthesis Blog. Over the next few days I will be recounting my harrowing journey (in between fascinating posts about pop stars getting busted for drugs, children with weird growths on their bodies and general paranoid-paranormal fodder). Get ready, dear readers. Get your asses ready.

and that’s about it. Everyone else decided it was cool enough the first time so stopping to see it again was not necessary. So I indeed did get to see this historical landmark, but just through the van window.

So I’ve been in the UK for a few days now and I’m still getting used to how things work around this place.  the first thing that threw me off is their money, it’s totally pointless, I have a pocket full of change that is worth, if converted to the American dollar, a whole shitload.  I found that the majority of people dislike Americans, especially if you show up at “their” pub and try to have a good time.  Little kids here are complete shitheads, today I was called a longhaired cunt and had rocks and pens thrown at me by four 12 year olds.  Don’t ever take pictures of shithead kids, this will happen to you too.  220volt power is the dumbest thing ever invented.  Glastonbury Festival, while cool, hip and elite, actually is a giant hippy fest headlined by some bands I have never heard of.  British accents aren’t cool, especially when someone is telling you something you should remember.  Try packing your mouth full grapes and then say a sentence to someone, see how much they understand what is being said.  Everyone here is a lush.  This is actually a good thing, except that 16 year old can drink me under the table.  And the number one thing I can’t and refuse to get used to is…..  the damn food.  It’s the worst stuff I’ve ever had.  They can’t make breakfast, scrambled eggs are apparently the hardest food to make taste good.  The fish and chips are alright, they would have been better if they took the bones out though.  After reading this over I’m wondering how I’m going to survive another two weeks here?  I’ll figure it out I guess.  At least it looks nice.

Now here’s the one you’ve been waiting for. During their filming last year, The Collective Sound took their campers up to the Synthesis office. We told them about getting press for their bands. They were thoroughly disinterested with my little speech. Classic.

From The Collective Sound:

Set in the small town of Chico California, Let It Be Heard… is an inspirational story of a small group of young musicians that embark on an adventure of a lifetime. The web documentary follows the journey of 50 young artists, come together from around the world, for 3 weeks of The Collective Sound Summer Music Academy, the worlds first touring summer music camp.

School of Rock-style band camp The Collective Sound, documentary Episode 6. Do eeeeet.