Archive for the ‘Bad Rock’ Category

In which The Gay Recluse becomes increasingly obsessed with the George Washington Bridge. For the past ___ years, I’ve been neglecting my guitars and amplifiers; for example, I stored my ‘blackface’ 1960s Fender Princeton Reverb at my friend John’s house, and everything else sat in the forgotten recesses of closets, which is not exactly the […]


In which Dealth Culture at Sea* is a light that turns to blue. *Since there seem to be a few new folks stopping by here, a note of explanation: I used to play in an indie-rock band called Saturnine, and this — i.e., Death Culture at Sea — is my new ‘band,’ consisting of me, […]


In which Death Culture at Sea breaks out the vintage gear. Until now, all of the Death Culture at Sea songs have been recorded with an acoustic guitar that frankly needs to be worked on a bit, and then we added distortion and all other effects ex poste facto. With this song, we finally retrieved […]


In which Death Culture at Sea ‘rocks out a lil.’ Listen on Tumblr or download directly from the Death Culture at Sea site. “Retromeme” We all know the kind of people who never seem to leave Sometimes they can help you by affirming your beliefs Never trust a movie star to tell you what you […]


In which The Gay Recluse rocks out a lil? Listen on our Tumblr or download from the Death Culture at Sea web site. Can’t believe the things I have to say before I make it through the week I’m feeling sicker than philosophy I read a million useless words when I was younger then Today […]


In which The Gay Recluse sings a song. Here’s the latest from DeathCulture@Sea — aka the staff here, some papers towels, an acoustic guitar and a book (oh and chopsticks and a silver plate) — a song inspired by our recent remembrance of shoegazing past (even though this is more an attempt at lo-fi Spacemen […]


On Nowhere

29Jan09

In which The Gay Recluse remembers Ride. The opening chords of “Vapour Trail” are high and open, yet filled with same (phase-shifted) melancholy we associate with ringing church bells. To hear this the other day, as we plodded through our thirty minutes on the elliptical at the gym, was to be swept away with a sense of forgotten potential — […]