slum tweg

so i haven't updated in a while now and i'm sure there is going to be no one reading this unless i tell you about it personally.
things have been quiet on the beniffer front as of recent but its just the quiet before the storm, believe me. in a few weeks we'll be laying down the long overdue blood stereo/ pod blotz split cassette which will decimate the minds of tape dorks international-like. and we might be changing this operation's name to berferner too. anyway there are some other things and blah blah you'll know about them blah blah soon enough,

in the meantime it might be in your best interest to check out this show that is going down tomorrow:

TUESDAY DECEMBER 4th/ 9pm
SLIM TWIG
HUCKLEBERRY FRIENDS
CONSPIRACY OF FAMILIAR OBJECTS
w/ projections by
EXPLODING MOTORCAR COLLECTIVE
TIGER BAR (414 COLLEGE ST.)
5$ - 9:00



you might know Slim Twig as the end of the game for mumbling, socially-inadequate dweebs ala John Cusack, who through sincerity and a deplorable subterfuge of pity score pussy in spite of themselves. this young man has made it okay to be cool again and somehow manages to side step the whole culture of self-interest and self-satisfaction that often coincides with "cool" individuals. but really, i'm never going to score again.

and so we here at berferner editiosno have made the effort and extended the special edition of Slim Twig's "Whiite Fantaseee" which will be available at the show tomorrow for a price that is similar, if not exactly the same as the normal edition. included in this package is extensive labor and disgruntlement, sexual starvation, bad spelling, bad decisions, and green ink that for some reason turned out to be iridescent even tho i didn't put any sort of medium in it (!?!). what is not included is the lyric sheet or any pertinent information barring the name of the album and songs. we're real suckers for compendiousness! so buy it, okay? oh and the music is great - kind of like a schizoid-James Chance talking in code to a drum machine that takes his breath away or Elvis huffing the farts out of the twitching corpse of the affable popular format hoop dream. cover?

video by exploding motor car?

right...