Gone Viral

A new double CD created in quarantine. Tracks range from free rock improv to more ambient sounds made with found objects, broken analogue recorders and home made instruments.

https://pk57.bandcamp.com/album/gone-viral?fbclid=IwAR266AbDpEMt4qwof-0JN-7gdJMqeIbGZJXbMPDU_WLFSLGWD-7ZlJYhglM

Big Cheezitz Symphonic Trash Can

Instant, flippant and impetuous. In contrast to the carefully studied and pretentious debut release, Sephid Tzefala's newest offer will take 47 minutes of your life, pleasant or unpleasant. Finished while Jerry was in the hospital, this incarnation of the band is Peter Valsamis, Tim Blue and Jerry Blue. We are a noise trio here to do something. We don't know what, but we know how. High points are Jerry's debut as a lead vocalist and also some stupid song titles. Amazing paintings donated by Kurt Eisenlohr. Please look forward to our upcoming dance record based on Jerry's dying heart. We are gonna shoot for a christmas release. Anyone want a reading list or movie suggestions? We are tasteless, but we have impeccable taste!

Song Order should be;
Aleistair Growling
Chewey Bacchus
Been There Done That
Mammalian Intercourse Overdrive
Boob Allah
Sypphilitic Seizure learns to hold his cock
I want your terrorist cock 
Half Hearted Hard On

Sephid Tzefala Plays Throbbing Gristletoe

YES! It had to be done, Sephid Tzefala paying part tribute, part parody to one of their favorite bands! For info on this side project - please go to our other blog at gristletoe.blogspot.com for more information and to download this fine Chrismas album! Jerry Blue, Tim Blue, and Chris Seal contributed to these fine recordings.

UNDETERMINED DOCUMENTS 1-4 DOUBLE CD DOWNLOAD!

You can download the first double Sephid Tzefala CD at the link provided below. SEPHID TZEFALA began as an attempt to make a music that takes as its departure an essay written in 1929 by French anthropologist Marcel Griaule on the cultural implications and meanings of spit. Taken with Georges Battaile’s short definition of the word, Formless, we attempted to follow this trajectory of thought with sound. The music was immediate, six pieces recorded in as many days, with additions and mixing done on a seventh day. The only guiding principle was to make a music that resembled Spit. Also considering Griaule’s interest in the Animism of West African tribes, we decided to use the texts of our own “ancestors”, hoping to give them new life. ZOAT is our first document, a record of these seven days. For this session the presences of Antonin Artaud, Abul Al-Ma’arri and San Juan de Yepes y Alvarez were requested. We will be documenting our activities and making them public at irregular intervals. SPITTLE 1.) spittle soul. One can be hit full in the face by a truncheon or an automatic pistol without incurring any dishonor; one can be similarly be disfigured by a bowl of vitriol. But one can't accept spittle without shame, whether voluntarily or involuntarily dispatched. This is not, as one might think, a commentary on the kabyl code, but a straightforward rendering of our way of seeing. For spittle is more than a product of a gland. It must possess a magical nature because if it bestows ignominy, it is also a miracle worker: Christ's saliva opened the eyes of the blind, and a mother's "heart balm" heals the bumps of small children. Spittle accompanies breath, which can exit the mouth only when permeated with it. Now, breath is the soul, so much so that certain peoples have the notion of "the soul before the face", which ceases where the breath can no longer be felt. And we say, " to breathe one's last", and "pneumatic" really signifies "full of soul". As in a hive, where the entrance hole glistens from the wax inside, the mouth-magically the body's chief aperture-is humid from the to and fro of the soul, which comes and goes in the form of breath. Saliva is the deposit of the soul; spittle is soul in movement. We use it to strengthen an action, for protection, to impress one's will on an object, to "sign" a contract, to give life. Thus, Muhammad himself feared the witches' saliva as they breathed on knots and spat a little to work some evil spells. In great Russia and elsewhere, to seal an oath, one spits. Just about everywhere, the kiss, this exchange of saliva, is the guarantee of peace (to seal with a kiss). In oriental Africa, when opening a door that has long been closed, one spits in order to cast out the demon of the empty house. Finally-and this is a startling demonstration of the theory of the spittle soul-in occidental Africa, to confer spirit on the child, the grandfather spits into the mouth of his grandchild several days after it's birth. To summarize: from evil will to good will, from insult to miracle, spittle behaves like the soul, balm or filth. Marcel Griaule--Documents, Vol. 1., no. 7 Copy and paste the link below in your browser for a free download! https://mega.nz/#F!U6oDRRaA

Momo (video)

Momo from Tim Blue on Vimeo.