If you weren’t aware, Hard ‘N Phirm operate on one simple formula: do what Radiohead would do… if they were us.
Now, in two days, the greatest band in the world is going to release their album for free on their website. So! We thought the least we could do to get into the spirit of things would be to make our Radiohead tribute track, “Rodeohead”, available for free. And so…
Well, the naysayers definitely got fudged in the buns on this one. It turns out that not only are Weird Al and Thom Yorke friends, but they are apparently collaborating on an album. Representatives from both camps were hesitant to confirm this rumor but hinted that “Yorke Enjoys Sandwiches.” Sources close to both parties leaked that the main hold-up has to do with figuring out how to discourage American tabloids from using the moniker “Yorkovic” as the name mash-up that will no doubt be used to chart the duo’s unholy union. We here at HnP Industries believe that all people’s private business should be exposed because the public has rights. The following is a super-secret clip, from a recent super-secret show:
So, this is old news but while trawling through the sludge of my hard drive I stumbled upon this item that, upon hearing it for the first time, was one of those moments where you can’t believe it’s happening, you feel a flush in your stomach and your testicles slightly recede into your body cavity (…ladies??). Thanks to a kindly Brit by the name of Rob Annable, our wee bluegrass Radiohead tribute “Rodeohead” was picked up by the late John Peel on a summer evening BBC 1 broadcast way back in Aught 5. Hearing a legend like John Peel actually say our name really was like one of those gay, cliche moments in any movie where a band hears their song on the radio for the first time and starts jumping up and down and screaming (though in our version, we heard it on the internet and we never got the cliche follow-up montage with the sold out gigs, the magazine clip showing our “rise up the charts,” the shunning of old friends who had supported us through the lean years and the waking up in numerous hotel suites surrounded by “partied out” nude girls).
In addition to the 46 seconds of Mr. Peel please enjoy a mid-fi version of the song that put HnP on the map—it was a map to infinite other maps each with their own realities, none of which seem to involve notoriety or cash, but a map nonetheless.
Or download the mp3 here, and use it to pretend your iPod is a magical box that has transported you back to the stark insignificance of 2005.
Sometimes I fart. Sometimes I have my little voice recorder with me, and sometimes I remember to use it. Always, the recordings are shocking.
It’s like they’re talking to me—to all of mankind… through me. These voices don’t use words, but you can feel what they’re trying to say by their inflections. The Other Side clearly has a message and I seem to be the channel. It’s like I’m Edgar Cayce, only I can’t predict the future, and fewer people want to be in the room when it happens.
Now, for the first time ever, I am forwarding these mystical outbursts to their intended recipient: You. The following is Volume One in a million-part monthly series of messages called The Gastral Plane. (I may change the title later—if Chris convinces me it’s too silly—to something like Spooky Boot Toot or, simply, Talking Out My Ass.)
Remember: no words, just intonations. And don’t ask me what they mean—I’m just the vessel.