Showing posts with label Aliens. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Aliens. Show all posts

Friday, June 24, 2011

The Cult Of Penn - The Beast Of...


Oh my Self! I'm soaked in awe. This is such an amazing honour for me.

I've got the permission to publish this epic underground-record over here. This, Ladies and Gentleman, is The Cult Of Penn! I remember how I got in first contact with this amazing Band, when I found the clip of Only David Icke Can Save The World on Youtube. I thought: Oh man, what the hell... these guys must be little gods. I was blown away by their fresh and inspiring style. Also the other video-clips are crunched my pineal gland into tiny crystals. I was amazed by their skill to packing great messages into innovative rock-music.

I remember a quote of mine: "The Beatles are little babies compared to you, little babies who are sucking at Mama Matrix's tits". And, yes, let's shit, piss and puke on all the rock-bands outta there. Most of them, if not 99% of all, are shitty sissies. The Cult Of Penn was the new Super-Band for me. Because they name it all. This music is grabbing the dirty demon at his bastard-horns. This band thematized no silly shit like dumb love-affairs, young bitchy girls, alcohol, cool lifestyle bullshit or idiotic tragedies of their little lives. They talk about the real stuff that is going on in this crazy world.
Stop The Torture CIA, Lizard Gods, Weird World, U Think U Know, Ask Questions!, We R All Aliens! and Tony Bliar are wake up calls, clear and frontal in your face. No jabbering, no symbolism. Just: "Wake The Fuck Up. There is a conspiracy going on. The world is not what it seems to be."
I'm so happy about the existence of The Cult Of Penn. This is really special music. From special people. For special people, I guess. 


Robert Buckle, the front-man, sold some special DVDs+CDs at his own with the Best Of the band, called "The Beast Of...". But success stayed out. I think only 4-5 pieces were sold. After I commented on many of their videos, I became a friend of Robert. We created some music together, he played guitar on my The Great Variety Of All Possibility release. I also have fabricated the Cover-design of their Best Of, you can see it above. It was, and is, a giant honour for me to met these guys. And now I'm dared to release this underrated, sunken ship of coolness. The band dissolved after the fiasco of their release. Another example what happens, if people don't care about good music. But forget this. Now it's online at our GUFT-Label. So, let's celebrate this sensational, lovely masterpiece!

We are all black, we are all white. We are all wrong, we are all right.
We are all... Aliens!
We are all gay, we are straight. We are all love, we are all hate.
We are all... Aliens! 
WE ARE IN THIS TOGETHER! TOGETHER! TOGETHERRRR!

Hail to Robert Buckle (Guitar), Lord Ciaran D'Arcy (Vocals) and Albert Apeman (Drums). I love you!

Download the Beast Of The Cult Of Penn here:

Check out many officials videos here: http://www.youtube.com/user/Zennrabbit

Thursday, June 16, 2011

-[]ype - Aboard


The infamous orbital-glider -[]ype is hovering through the black board of the cosmos - coming back from an important and dangerous mission on Planet Zuul. It´s time to get back home now, the crew is making the last preparations...

[Captain Cosmotic]: Is everything all right with the plasma-impetus-batons, Mr. Zudnikk?
[Navigator Zudnikk]: Sir, yes, Sir! They got the right temperature!
[Captain Cosmotic]: Superb, my friend. Isn´t it great to travel through the wide, wonderful space? What a lovely day. And look at the Saggitarius-surfers at the left. I was like them, when I was young...
[Navigator Zudnikk]: We will reach Base number 64 in some minutes, Sir.
[Navigator Zamal]: In exactly 5 minutes!
[Navigator Zudnikk]: Fuck, yeah, in 5 Minutes...
[Captain Cosmotic]: Perfect, my glorious comrades!
[Commander Hobor]: We´ve passed the checkpoint, Captain. All systems are scanned, everything is fine. Hyperholopads at Level 2. Taking course on C G X H B M. Everything´s fine, Sir.
[Captain Cosmotic]: ...Fine like a tasty, dizzy drink at Smiffy´s Star Maidens! Can´t we visit this lovely pub before we trigger our base?
[Commander Hobor]: Erm, no Sir. The Council Of The Seven Sunbursts Of Chutul is waiting for our cargo. That´s important, Captain.
[Captain Cosmotic]: How boring!


[Repairman Rusty]: CAPTAIN! CAPTAIN!!!
[Captain Cosmotic]: What the hell? Yeah? What´s going on, Rusty?
[Repairman Rusty]: There is some obscure, horrible creature in the storage room!
[Captain Cosmotic]: ...and your mother is Jabba Tha Hutt. Don´t fool me, boy!
[Lieutenant Lippo]: PARANORMAL ACTIVITY IN SECTOR 0.45!
[Captain Cosmotic]: WHAT?!
[Repairman Rusty]: FAST! FAST! GET YOUR GUNS!
[Captain Cosmotic]: Let´s go, comrades. We will blast this alien-ass out of our gorgeous galaxy.

*bang* *bang* *bang*

[Unkown Entity]: Wuahhahaa!
[Commander Hobor]: We can´t damage this awful, transparent beast!
[Captain Cosmotic]: And it can´t damage us, right, Commander?
[Lieutenant Lippo]: It seems so!
[Unkown Entity]: D4mn, Hum4n5... 1 w1ll s3nd u 2 h3ll...
[Captain Cosmotic]: WHAT?!
[Unkown Entity]: H4ck. H4ck. H4ck.
[Commander Hobor]: What is this damn ghost talking about?
[Lieutenant Lippo]: Oh no... it´s some of the virtual ticks from Planet Schultukk, I think!!!
[Captain Cosmotic]: That means...?
[Lieutenant Lippo]: He will dock on our board-computer and will create massive chaos.
[Unkown Entity]: H4444CK. H4444CK!
[Captain Cosmotic]: Can´t we call the fuckin Ghostbusters?
[Lieutenant Lippo]: They are on vacation for some days, Sir.
[Captain Cosmotic]: Ah... all right.

[Navigator Zudnikk]: He is eating our data!
[Captain Cosmotic]: I want to eat some Slime-Burgers at McCybernaut.
[Navigator Zudnikk]: That is not funny, Captain. There is a chance of fatal damage. If he destroys our control-system, we are lost.
[Navigator Zamal]: We are now at the peak of the orbit´s iceberg, Captain. If we are plunge down now, we will get smashed on some planet like a dirty ball of intergalactic trash, Sir.
[Captain Cosmotic]: Oh, nice.
[Navigator Zamal]: There! There! He is really hacking the control-mechanisms!
[Navigator Zudnikk]: Holy hell!

*Shhh* *Shhh* *Shhh*

[Navigator Zamal]: Captain, we are falling!
[Navigator Zudnikk]: WE ARE FALLING!!!!
[Navigator Zamal]: Entering Earth´s atmosphere in 10 seconds...
[Navigator Zudnikk]: 9 seconds...
[Navigator Zamal]: 8 seconds...
[Lieutenant Lippo]: WE ARE GOING TO DIE. DON´T COUNT A COUNTDOWN, MORONS!
[Navigator Zudnikk]: 7 seconds...
[Captain Cosmotic]: We are entering what?
[Navigator Zudnikk]: The Earth´s atmosphere, Captain!
[Captain Cosmotic]: The earth?
[Navigator Zamal]: 4 seconds...
[Navigator Zudnikk]: Yes, Sir.
[Captain Cosmotic]: Please not the Earth! Only dumb-asses are living there! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO....
[Navigator Zamal]: 1 second...

THE END

1/1 Millenium Falcon for this crazy, fast space-trip through the dimension of squeezed NES-circuits. I salute you, Captain Timothy Doerr!


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