8.25.8
hello, does this thing work yet? well, the radio does kind of....

6.28.8
making rounds on disc drives and non vinyl turntables now: Masks Phantoms: and all the rest into sulphurous horror... the new standard in Paradeco audio fidelity. Learn...

also: still making updates, visual and otherwise. some audio back, more coming soon.
thanks for patience.

5.3.8

Adam King has a new album called kow tow down now under the nom de plum I and others.
Daryl Waits and Matt Martin have a big ass pile of new recordings, and are currently working on a new pack of 10, or maybe 11. It is music made with the intention of proving how easy and stupid it is to write fulfilling songs that pander to a mid-range class of uncaloused, sweaty palms, whose owners are just gushing at the chance to clap at something. Ta-da. Now, if we only knew what to call it.
Stay tuned.

1.22.08
new:

1. lifescout: use me up - a dozen crushing new hits w/ grievous and lobster claws on the assist.
2. daryl waits: olympic lymbs - 20 some ot minutes of decontructivist tinkering of a Masks Phantoms track that didn't make it to this album.
3. daryl waits: silence - an exploration of the greatest song ever written.

jaguary.1.7.08
brace up.

9.7.7
video: 'ratio of relevency'
album: matt martin: fall from the last edge of pangea, 2007


before and beyond:

torches and cord weld
the framework of bar beams and plate glass
to become the prayer candles of the landscape
to deliver the hills from year upon year of nothing
but roll and frown;
but for a moment these lofty cages triumph
only to house the muffles of the earths'
ast bodies beside the bay;
as the sound with sparse cloud and doubled reflection
broadcasts back with glass ponds and mirrors to
hold an impossible
autumn world in surround-stereo.
at last, a day's invisible curtain raises
to reveal the light of an auburn frequency
full of every lecherous and absurd copulation
one after the other in order until an orgy
of cataclysm spills the lakes of the damned
and dammed-in.
these are strands of wild writhing pathogen
indiscernible and limp in the wake of the flood.
no one would want them.

reaching around

here comes marshal sir

tech

and the lights scream out from everywhere stopsign

you think pensive thoughts in your list

waiting for the things that come at you

like a shelving unit

disassembled, disassemble

put me back together

bundles, bundles - joy in bundles, steeped in infirmary, like gone setting for after mirage. i'd dream of hope, yet less of tiresome campaigning is too astute for dedication to memory. just only hope its begotten.

the fire like nerves
through the buildings
toinnards
as tenacles
that feel the corner
and floor and cieling
into a conduit
for a stream to pipe-spray
for flame dampen as the catches
of wall white then brown
then glow
and smoke ghosts
with crackling
unto the floated skies down
as ash.

now no longer the of days, it is hot in the heated large box of indentured .with on and fulfilled it is time now for - of course quick or at least somehow careful to avoid all of time, but still, its like if want it or not.and speaking of that, now of and , be three things minds of lates of hammerings on, the again another city but location aside, it is all some like the space, again for mention of , locking in the attire arousing in the eyes of a plentium.

vagabond and , there is brew of a less felt trafficking of columnar rainter.

blustery significance - the old tool rising the window - pleated pants are no longer in style im told , too bad, theyre good for wearing. i have a problem with the lint when it goes up my nose, but enough about laundry, how about you? how about that local sports team? i got snot all over the phone - how about that?

1h

form oval eloquence
on a crane cable
down onto shadows
dispinced to form a huddle
around from slung side
gray dust and crumbl .
blink keep cautious in
the median seen fields of
frozen heat
of the air sky sea
of alluvial freeze dry
climate camp to
slumber cloud to follow falls
to beat down stars
wet white thin and
of a number
in crevass
in divisible color
of red orange
of most most modes
off encrusted egg crack
off beams of bidge
to moon break stones

3.6.06

lay the bunt--crush index.

graze the field--four stomachs.

(squeeze ) decay in beats per blugeon__

at breadth to see through
to reach the scum on__

a finger drawn on heart on back of skull
of overfall( capacity)__

from vessels unbeknownst to welcome mats
adove a door__

as the thieves of airspace
rearrange the ways to
pave of paths __

a warlord
maden
crawls to activate volcano

when to zenith--death to blankness;
tease the flank and hand the head
on torch---exhaust entire span
on a carraige blown to sail
for earths's of circle
twirled of a blind worm
in dwindle caves
to spin smooth clay
for organs
to emerge with swords
rode severe on
a harnessed bug
of a parent world --
on belee and on the rocks
blunt crushed and bored and scarred.

2.13.06

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gamma region in welded,
rolled pages of iron and shit
limber and lithe and lissom
and sore legged and monastic
and in rallies and volleys and purees amoung a
stygian tide pool of egg cell
primordial and compass traced outlie.

2.11.06

Though campaign. There is no reflection. Response. The refrideerator door. One of the ususal things to say, for you stopped writing in for her in every bus I ghet on. My first break at work I will somehow be like me, this might the same situation and girls are different. being anything on this great island heavily after all that which is that that you or one can not have but in only hope to have and thought harness of that situation there is usually nothing that you can do. for if to force yourself into such a situation your looking at unhappiness, for you may have gave it all up but wasn’t it all for the better? Maybe or if only that to we may somehow yet live forever.

Hit serm. Oh my aching back and the dishes outside of my room in the kitchen are being slammed into the sink and drying rack with a vengeance as vengeance seems. The fucking TV is on, why the fuck is the TV on. I will not argue I well but fade that the something that was a hit blaster plan, need some salmonella beef that was do about, then step to the left, bastard sons of goth death and vandalism. Martha and the ringworms. working on them the public doesn’t maybe with fear and insensitivity and never the works eyes. made to paper out on maps and mostly I want the dish washing activity. Diggum. That is the name of a frog who sells cereal. Diggum is his name, he says, ‘diggum’ then he sells you honey smaks. no more picking things up. Just be jhutting out in the wetlands, justting for business and fold time again. sing about how one would never seek to refine the severalness of attitudes that went full force plankton style down to the waterfront miel, bitch dont auto correct me, miel is fucking honey in Spanish. Lots of blowed up people these days. Might have been fun.

11.1.05 of the anticipatorie

so here is the new what the deal is -

adam king is applying finishing touches to his newest work - i and others - a somewhat collaboration between himself on the musicing and singing end with words provided by stephen evins via writings found in his work of the same name - i and others - originally some 49 tracks, 19 have received the shaving end. we will have this album available for consumption in the coming weeks...

another round of art institute recording was done earlier this morning as basic instrumental tracks were laid for the song 'altitude' by three of masks phantoms and jeffery batra manning the controls of studio A. (the big studio) tape rolls...

10.14.05 Day of Rising

Listen up, Horseface

Welcome to this new, improved, hopefully somewhat more temporally coherent Paradeco. Thanks for the patience. We've been losing track of even our own selves here in recent months, such as to necessitate this here column of all things newsy.

With acres of task and only a keyboard with which to till, best to keep it short for now.

Point-of-Fact Masks Phantoms will finish up a string of performances at the Crocodile Cafe here on Seattle's Second Avenue, on Tuesday the 18th. After which, the studio comes a-callin'. Tape will roll. Hard.

Point of Fact Best of Active Days has issued a husky new set of tracks called
"Birdcage, and other scenes of confined atrophe, Part 1" Some new, and some reworked material. Pick up a copy, then go visit Matt in Portlandia and
tell him what you think of it. Then he'll put you to work on the compound
(The walls need to be very, VERY thick.)

NEW FEATURE COMING SOON "Letters to Paradeco"
Letters to Paradeco will be a new site feature where we post your letters to us regarding releases, show dates, whether or not your demo sounds too "tiny and distant", or why you could never get any fuggin' respect at that shit-ass job, fuck it dude, you didn't even need that job anyway.

Get writing, horseface.