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Sunday, January 28, 2007

Collide Interview And Autographed Merch Giveaway 1/30/07






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The Genocydal Empyre v2.0

Playlist for 1/30/07

8:00pm - 10:00pm EST


1. The Genocydal Empyre v2.0 (Faith And The Muse - Cantus) (6:05)

2. WRR Genocyde Friends (0:38)

3. 6Bit - Crucifixion Experiment (4:18)

4. Collide - Beneath The Skin (4:50)

5. Eco-hed featuring Jim Marcus - Land of the Free (5:30)

6. Collinwood 13 - Music Box (4:24)


7. WRR Genocyde Friends (0:38)

8. 6Bit - Crucifixion Experiment (4:18)

9. Collide - Like you want to Believe - Antistatic Mix (3:53)

10. Interface - Stranger In A Strange Land (Club Rapture) (4:38)

11. Encoder feat. Razed In Black - November (6:43)

12. Impossible Recording Machine - Damage (4:26)

13. Immune System - Bornless One (4:37)

14. Sister Machine Gun - Transparency (4:41)


15. WRR Genocyde Friends (0:38)

16. 6Bit - Crucifixion Experiment (4:18)

17. DerDRAKOS - Lust For Chaos (6:15)

18. XP8 - Dreamt of Blue (DJ Lee Mix) (5:23)

19. Beautiful Assassins - Generator (5:43)


20. WRR Genocyde Friends (0:38)

21. 6Bit - Crucifixion Experiment (4:18)

22. GASR - Digital (4:39)

23. Ghost and Writer - From Hell (3:23)

24. Amish Rake Fight - I, Croupier (6:27)

25. Digital Dream - Industrial My Love (4:19)

26. KMFDM - Dogma (4:06)

27. DJ Genocyde - The Genocydal Empyre - Outro (0:48)
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Tuesday, January 16, 2007

Punish Yourself - CNN War

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Darkside Radio Playlist 1/16/07 & WorldRock Radio Playlist 1/20/06






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The Genocydal Empyre v2.0

Playlist for 1/16/07

8:00pm - 10:00pm EST


1. The Genocydal Empyre v2.0 (Faith And The Muse - Cantus) (6:05)

2. 6Bit - Crucifixion Experiment (4:18)

3. Collide - Somewhere (6:16)

4. Immune System - Bornless One (4:37)

5. Encoder feat. Razed In Black - November (6:43)

6. God Komplex - Sin in Numbers (3:41)

7. Mankind is Obsolete - Still Right Here (4:17)

8. 6Bit - Crucifixion Experiment (4:18)

9. Gasr - The Light (5:10)


10. 6Bit - Damned (6:24)

11. Cockfight Club - Vampyric (6:56)

12. REGENERATOR - ORGANISM (5:15)

13. BAD CAMERA - Sustain The Pain (3:45)

14. Deepest Symphony - Psycho 101 (3:21)


15. 6Bit - Crucifixion Experiment (4:18)

16. Stabbing Westward - What Do I Have To Do? (4:09)

17. Digital Dream - Industrial My Love (4:19)

18. Descendents Of Cain - The Face Within The Mirror (4:07)

19. Android Lust - Hole Solution (alternate) (6:34)

20. KMFDM - Dogma (4:06)

21. DJ Genocyde - The Genocydal Empyre - Outro (0:48)







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The Genocydal Empyre v2.0

Playlist for 1/20/07

12:00am - 2:00am EST


1. WRR - The Genocydal Empyre v2.0 - (Hatebreed - I Will Be Heard) (4:54)

2. WRR Genocyde Friends (0:38)

3. 6Bit - Crucifixion Experiment (4:18)

4. SiNDADDY - 2 Wrongs (4:09)

5. F5 - Dissidence (2:33)

6. Genitorturers - Sin City (3:39)

7. Mongrel - West Memphis Hell (2:14)


8. WRR Genocyde Friends (0:38)

9. 6Bit - Crucifixion Experiment (4:18)

10. Cradle Of Filth - Her Ghost In the Fog (6:24)

11. The Other - In The Dead Of Night (4:06)

12. Michale Graves - Spiderman Save Me (3:16)

13. Mister Monster - Over Your Dead Body (4:29)


14. WRR Genocyde Friends (0:38)

15. 6Bit - Crucifixion Experiment (4:18)

16. The Gemini Ritual - Lovesong (4:24)

17. Nightwish - Ever Dream (4:45)

18. Human Aftertaste - Diamond Studded Halo (5:41)

19. The Virus Commcenter - Your Options Have Changed (1:06)


20. WRR Genocyde Friends (0:38)

21. 6Bit - Crucifixion Experiment (4:18)

22. i:scintilla - scin (4:21)

23. Ayin Aleph - Butterfly (4:20)

24. Starlit - Transformation (5:04)

25. Godsmack - Speak (3:57)

26. KMFDM - Dogma (4:06)

27. DJ Genocyde - The Genocydal Empyre - Outro (0:48)
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Sunday, January 14, 2007

HEY PHILADELPHIA!!!!

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Sunday, January 07, 2007

The Time It Felt Good To Sleep

Beavis and Butt-Head, Friday The 13th, Headbanger's Ball, random horror flicks...hell, whatever the hell we wanted to watch. Music, in all it's glory was made available to us. It was a great world in which to live. We didn't care about the big "real world" that most adults loved to drone on and on about. We laughed at it. We bit our thumbs at it and gave it much in the way of disrespect.

This is the way our society raised us. Look out for number one...no complications. Video games for all! Play away, kids! You're gonna be rock stars someday and we'll give you the means to do it all! Yes, that's it, here's American Gladiators! Go and watch a buncha pituitary retards fire nerf balls at the dudes Daddy works with as they try to make their ways through obstacle courses in tights and foam-rubber helmets.

Even after just about everyone I cared to spend my time with moved away to other parts of Louisiana, I spent my time loitering at the local Circle K. I had just dried out and was starting to get heavily into some of the stuff on the classic rock station. To me, the conspiracy nuts were just that...nuts. I agreed something was dreadfully wrong with the state of our political processes but it wasn't anything that extreme. There was nothing to worry about. God was taking care of everything and we could all sleep.

As most of the world slept, my friend Stu and I would hound and harass customers going into and out of Circle K. Think the owners minded? Shit no, they wanted to give us free shit for keeping their employees awake. Before Jay and Silent Bob, Damien and Stuart stood there abusing customers, especially drunks, with our droning on life, the universe, everything, songs, sayings, nothings and notations made for the Imagination Age. Imaginations were our specialty. Who gave a shit about the president getting a blowjob? Not I. I only got pissed that he lied about it and was never fired for it. Had that been any of us, you know we'd have been in the unemployment line immediately.

How was I supposed to know that we would turn into Children of The Disinformation Age? We couldn't have known but now we do.

Now, and only in grim retrospect could we understand the state of things as it had been left for us.

It felt good to sleep, then. It felt great to get lost in the euphoria of the time and live with reckless abandon.

Now, I see a world where 20-year-olds are busting their asses to reach a retirement that's well over 40 years away from where they stand now. I see them scurrying to reach it with big dreams of going fishing or doing whatever and the thing I ask is why? Why try to enjoy life when you're too damned old to do it? Is there any point to that?

Were we really designed for this? Is it possible for humans to live in such misery that they must turn against each other and build such a ratrace as to compliment that misery? I truly do not understand you humans.

Now there are two things that, to this day, greatly disturb me. They are as follows:

1. John Denver on Compact Disc. This is the first sign we are truly doomed. If the RIAA ever gives a shit enough to sue anyone over his music, I'll officially give up on humanity altogether.

2. Misty's Cellphone.



There is simply no excuse for this...a Pink MotoRAZR...none. I still remember when this phone came out it was a beautiful aluminum-brushed silver and was an absolute work of art. When it came in black as well, I was even more enamored with this technological beauty and then it came in this faggy "Ice Blue" which was hideous. When Misty broke the news to me that she'd found one in this color, I could have cried a river of blood. I was attempting to slash my wrists with a plastic spoon, sawing like a madman, screaming to God "MAKE IT STOP YOU CRUEL FUCK! MAKE IT FUCKING STOP YOU SON OF A BITCH! I'M IN HELL! I'M IN FUCKIN HEEEEELLLLLLL!"

I wanted answers for this. Whoever decided to come up with such an overload of this evil fucking color on a technological marvel needs to suffer the harshest prison sentence conceivable in Guantanamo Bay. This is nothing short of terrorism in it's purest form at the hands of someone far more evil than Bundy, Dahmer, Ramirez, Gacy and John Denver all put together.

Pink....fucking pink and then cotton candy pink on top of that! The nerve! The Gall! The Fucking Audacity! You know what? You want a pink MotoSLVR you can have it with my blessing...they're ugly as shit phones but why humiliate the rest of us who own a RAZR with PINK of all fuckin colors. You motherfuckers make me long to be human just so I can die of embarassment. Fucking Fluff-Bunny Sonsabitches!

RAZR implies a phone that's not only capable of putting you in touch with someone far out of your reach but can slice, dice and do all the lovely things that fucking BLADES can do, right? And just look at it's shape....sharp edges baby! Oh yeah.

THIS is what a RAZR Looks Like!





Looks sharp, kicks ass and, on a good day, I can set this fucker to "stun." No wonder they won't let me carry it at work!

But Pink...it's like that burnout fucker at the back of a Cradle of Filth concert screaming "FREEBIRD!" the world's gonna end with someone screaming that, man!

Now you see it...the very reason I have almost given up on you humans.
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Saturday, January 06, 2007

Of Podcasts and Toolbars

Last night, Misty let me know of an octet stream from Hooah Radio still playing on the Official MySpace site for the show. At first, I didn't put two and two together until I looked it over. I nearly had her blast it out of the HTML coding but then I figured it out and saved it before it was too late.

It was the podcaster, it's working again. ...'bout stinkin time too. So new shit's gonna get uploaded to that as soon as I get all the stuff clipped out.

Also, just real quick, If you haven't gone to DarksideRadio.com to get the toolbar yet, you need to. Go get it and install it. Then what you do is go over to the scroller next to the play, stop and volume slider and click the little arrow. Select Add Stations and then you can add World Rock, Attitude, Krush and just about any station on the net you want. This way when you get the spam, you don't have to have any player. You just have to keep the browser runnin.

That's all we got for now. We'll be returning to the world of Net Radio the week of the 20th so keep that in mind. We're gonna do Darkside and World Rock. We might even do something on Attitude Radio too so keep an eye on the blogs. Later Muh-Fuggaz!
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Tuesday, January 02, 2007

Getting With The Program: The Path of Genocyde II

The rain fell as though it would never end. Lightning flashed. We'd fought through buildings, streets, the air...my hands hurt and my mind was spinning. There was a calming of the excited adrenalin surge as he spoke to me, questioning my reason for going.

"Is it freedom or truth?" he asked, "Perhaps peace? Could it be for love?"

I was struggling to ease the pain emanating from all the tendons and knuckles. They had taken some serious wear and tear

"Temporary constructs of a feeble human intellect," he continued, enraged, "trying desperately to justify an existence that is without meaning or purpose, and all of them as artificial as the Matrix itself!"

Had I actually had an answer, it would have matched the one Keanu Reeves gave him as I watched the amalgamations of cutscenes. My hands were recovering from continuous clicking, pressing buttons and having to throw my hands into awkward positions to actually perform the controls for the superhuman-style moves that Neo would perform on my screen.

"Because I choose to," he told Smith.

This only further served to enrage him as we had one final battle in the air. Two digital supermen, both alike in ability and opposing in ends of the spectrum; thesis and antithesis, Christ and Antichrist, God and The Devil, Good and Evil, Light and Darkness. Whole in their makeup, they beat each other unmercifully as I screamed, "BACK TO RIVENDELL YOU ELVEN FUCK!" or "PRISCILLA CALLED FOR YOUR MONKEY ASS TO TOUR SYDNEY ONE MORE TIME, FAG!" or "NO WONDER YOU NEVER TOOK THE MASK OFF IN 'V FOR VENDETTA' YOU PRICK!" With each punch, kick, killing blow, evasion, code sighting and act of brutality that each would deal, a new Hugo Weaving-related insult would fly from my mouth as each of them would be in my favor until finally, Smith fell.

Like Lucifer being cast from Heaven to dwell among the first of the Adamic Races of Earth, he fell and like the Archangel Michael, I set Neo upon him as one more street battle ensued. In the streets, with rain falling like a group of double-dicked cows pissing on flat rocks, Neo stood victorious in battle, sending Smith flying backward with one punch after the Bullet-Time Smackdown he'd gotten from me. As he landed and began sliding backward, the street buckled, creating a pile of asphalt to halt his sliding.

Then, the screen went white. Two chairs appeared.

"Some silly fuckin idiot has gotten into my system," I thought, "In the middle of my goddamned game I'm going to have to debate The Strange Case of The West Memphis Three with some numbshit nonsupporter using linux and outdebate him in bullet time."

I was aggravated and ready to send my fist, sore as it was, through my flat-screen monitor.

Then, two pixellated images in the shape of Atari people showed up in the chairs. It was the Wachowski Brothers, and they explained that the Martyr Act of the movie worked for the movie but for the game I was playing, "The Jesus thing was pretty lame." as they put it.

So they decided to do a rewrite for the end. A new cinematic showed Smith and the Spectator Clones he'd made all scrambling. Suddenly, the Smiths (not the band) were the cohesive unit to a huge mound of destroyed buildings and cars and rubbish becoming "The Megasmith."

Yep, a new fight was ahead of me...this huge monolithic juggernaut roared and began trying to swat me out of the air. It was an attempt that he was successful on three times. As I ascended back into the air, I'd dodge whatever he had to throw at me until I could charge him and rip through him like a bullet. He outweighed me, he was up on me by sheer destructive ability but I counted of my agility, dexterity and the ability of timing and finally ripped him apart. Took about 15 minutes, but he was finally damaged enough to where, like the movie, he exploded. Neo didn't die. The Kid ran through the caverns of Zion screaming, "HE DID IT! THE WAR IS OVER, HE DID IT!" Game over, I win...and might I emphasize that there is NOTHING....AND I MEAN NOTHING....TERRIFYING ABOUT A DEAD MOTHA FUCKA!

Ok, so the game's over, a couple of cheats are unlocked that will make the next difficulty level slightly easier and I can choose levels and see what happens if I do something different.

Problem. Neo still gets the shit blinded out of him. Trinity still dies and by the end of the game...you have no clue WHATSOEVER about what happens with Neo. You're just kinda left to drawing your own conclusion. Great. I thought that maybe...just maybe, the choices I made in this game WOULD affect the outcome but I see you have only two options: Success or Failure.

Next on my list, I'm thinking about playing The Matrix Online. From what I've been reading, they actually introduce a female agent. I'm not too hot on beating some chick with a gun down but maybe if I can get one of my friends who qualifies as a femme fatale, that Agent might just count herself a Femme Fatality.

The Path of Genocyde Is Complete.

Mission Accomplished....for now