sharkchunks:

aliensnipe:

sledgehammertoe:

gotitforcheap:

tepitome:

For their single Blue Ice, Swedish band The Shout Out Louds sent fans a kit for making a record out of ice. Pour water into a silicon mold, freeze it, then play the record.

my new single dropping soon it’s a bunch of bees and you gotta put them into hives and get the honey out of them and then take that honey and mold it into a vinyl or some shit oh well pitchfork already told me i’m getting best new track 

My next song will be cut into clay with a wooden stick on a pottery wheel, like that one X-Files episode with the Lazarus Bowl.

To hear my next single you need to record the broadcasts of five separate numbers stations on 12/22/14 and overlay them. It’s post-glitchwave mathcore so in order to “perceive” it as “music” you need to deprive yourself of sleep for 72 hours while securing yourself inside an isolation tank, although an unused shipping container will do in a pinch.

You’re all amateurs, my new record is just an electrified lobotomy spike that you insert through your ear into the hearing center of your brain and you plug it in to stimulate the neurons to perceive the music. And when you play it for the first time, it melts the auditory cortex so you can never hear it (or anything else) ever again.

nonasuch:

Someday— possibly someday soon— Sebastian Stan’s agent is going to call him with a script.

“What’s the role?” he’ll ask.

“Well,” Sebastian Stan’s agent will say, “he’s the closeted son of a politician, struggling with PTSD after his military service.”

“Uh-huh. What’s he named?”

“Theodore Roosevelt O’Toole, but—”

“I’ll take it.”

“Are you sure you don’t want to read the script first?”

“No. No need. This is the role I was born to play.