Kickstarter Project of the Week: Save the Buskers! / Pitchfork Reviews Shabazz Palaces / Horror Remix, Vol. II: Killer Animals!

The polls are closed here at the LC for our recent poll and, in a shocking last-minute upset, readers voted for more pictures of "cute fuzzy animals" instead of more Ask Nasty advice columns (little do they know that "cute fuzzy animal" is a nickname Chip often uses for his boner). But don't worry: Tweetnasty has a standing invitation to write for us whenever she wants. But she does need questions from you. Submit them to her via Twitter at @tweetnasty .

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Since Brownback axed the Arts Commission, some of our favorite events are struggling to survive. August's Larryville Busker Festival has delighted us with fire-eaters and strongwomen and those dudes that sing songs about "fancy beers" for three years running, but unless the festival receives some fan support this year we may be forced to spend August with nothing but our local buskers (sure, Tyler Gregory is cool and all, but we'd rather see those sexy chicks that swing around on a trapeze outside the Arts Center).

Donate some money here and be rewarded for your kindness. For $500 you get "the privilege of being a professional and preselected audience volunteer in one of our shows during the weekend. This privilege can be passed onto any person of your choice."

Richard: "I'm totally going to pass mine along to Chip and watch Mama Lou Strongwoman spin him around like a fucking baton!"


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As we've stated many times, hipster law mandates that we buy and love any album rated 8.5 or above by Pitchfork. This week that album is Shabazz Palaces' Black Up:

Here's an excerpt from the review:

"The album's lone loverman song comes out a treatise-- well, actually, "A treatease dedicated to The Avian Airess from North East Nubis (1000 questions, 1 answer)". It's birds and bees rendered as bop poetry, working up to an insistently smooth come-on line that turns from astral to anatomical with the addition of one little two-letter word: "I want to be there/ Let me be in there."

Chip: "I've always said that, if you want to get laid, your pick-up line has got to move from the astral to the astronomical. Unless it's one of those hippie chicks at Mudstomp Mondays. You can easily pick them up by talking about the space/time continuum and shit."

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We certainly enjoyed ourselves at the first Horror Remix in Larryville, as you may remember from this report .

And tonight's line-up of remixed "killer animal" flicks looks even more promising, especially the Canadian killer kittycat film The Uncanny: "Wellington the Cat may look sweet, but its heart is as black as its fur." (www.horrorremix.com).

See it at the Bottleneck tonight. Flyer in sidebar.