1. o'Amy
2. draw these legz
3. hailure
4. the eye of the
tiger
5. the dumbest girl in town
6. love a man
7. who-shot
8. that hoes gotta know
9. readymade
10. he who walks behind the rows
11. dark eyes
12. making time continental
13. jupiter
14. shiloh
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This
mess of a record (originally entitled "these sounds of the
floor exercise of Svetlana H. Khorkina") is the mop-up of
more than a few bibulous seshes, tracked at intervals, between
sometime in 2000 and late June, 2003. Hence the variances in regards
to style, focus, ability and accompaniment “with dudes who
know notes. I only do heroic things while I'm being filmed. Oh
girl, that’s deep."
-The Amish Scientist, Fall, 2001.
It has been said that Malachai had initially afforded himself
the notion that "these sounds of the spirit world" might
serve as a coherent document, describing the pattern of a man
(himself) on the verge of something severe, while delivering pizzas
in his geo prizm, lamenting over the penning of this necessary
forward. "I just get mad, and punch myself in the face, until
i'm black and blue, only when being taped. I suppose it's the
gentleman's version of cutting. What? No I don't."
-The Amish Scientist, Spring, 2002.
But now, lounging there in front of his Vaio, riding the ponies
of darkness, scratching his brachycephalous forehead, it is clear
to Malachai that he shouldn't attempt to conceptualize this album.
"I don't think that it's cool that you're a 24 year old woman,
with a crotch as firm as a springtime tangerine."
-The Amish Scientist, Christmas, 2002.
So, what we have here is merely the deposit of a hapless knave,
or perhaps the flood of a guffawing prostitute. Or maybe the vulcanized
heap of a tawny dik-dik. "I'm a pharmacist at Kroger, and
was an orphan. never said that."
-The Amish Scientist, Winter, 2000.
Malachai himself is a type of sapphic debutante, if you will.
So basically, he apologizes if this is difficult to listen to,
as he's been forced to learn to add music to what he's needed
to say. But, you will know that he has a rare, silvery twang regardless.
"Don’t ask them, because then they’ll know that
we don’t know."
-The Amish Scientist, Springtime, 2003.
-Jamie Valence, 6-29-03.
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