The World is Coming to an End and

I Don't Give a Fuck.
PLEASE VOTE.
(BTW I've got a whole gang o weed)

This Suit Smells Like Teen Spirit

Let's start over then, SHALL WE?
The board rooms play it so safe with their calculators and spreadsheets and, well, the line on the bottom says don't get sued.
So now the safe bet is the once unsafe, uncharted music of shit you haven't heard before.
Time to foster and encourage something that sounds like absolutely nothing else.
Yes, Creativity.
Put your money up.
Entertain us.

FINAL ENTRY

Dear Cruel World,
It's over. We killed the big beast of stupidity, slaughtered the mind-numbed masses, never to hear another shitty pop song or a duh out of their pie holes again. We kissed as silhouettes with a picturesque blood haze sunrise as our backdrop. High atop the mountain-- or the whole world it seemed-- our lips glued to each other with the thick gobbed spittle of athleticism and war. And as we stared into each other’s eyes without a word to say and not a single wound pulsating, our heads filled with a sour, nasty pressure. A high pitched sine wave shrieked out and tore into our eardrums. The sky ripped open into a vacuum of blackness. Hair stood on end as it all became magnetized towards the giant hole in the sky. The speed of light was right there within our bounds. No human had ever been so close ever since we were thrown off by the maniacal antics of the great detouring interventionist Albert Einstein. We stumbled, fell and clung to the rocks scared of getting sucked into the spooky abyss. But then all of the sucking stopped, the blackness cleared up and all that was left was a huge white light that beamed a sweet sense of calmness that overcame our fearful humanity. A serenity I’d been waiting, searching and fighting for all of my life. And a gentle pitter-patter like wings called for me. “Go to the light, go to the light, go to the light,” it sang like an Aria of Mother Universe herself. And she looked with satisified eyes knowing that what we were doing here was the only right thing to do. Time to head on to the old cosmic water hole express. So I jumped into the searing bright beacon to where I needed to be. My faith in the universe led me into the infinite forever (and not crashing head first into the glass windshield of a helicopter or any fucked up shit like that).

THE END

The Home For Better Living

MOUNT CYANIDE (better known as Cyrus Melchor), a 2-time CLIO and AICP Award winning and MOMA NYC inducted Original Music Composer and Producer/Mixer of artists including Massive Attack, Blood of Abraham, Bell Biv DeVoe, The Prodigy, J Dilla, Camarillo Blues Triangle and Naama Kates, has released his first full-length album, “The Home For Better Living.” A one hour instrumental piece that melds seamlessly from song to song, Mount Cyanide’s “The Home For Better Living” is an experimental epic journey of electronic, post-rock and orchestral forms. Regardless of its ambient and breakbeat nature, all of the music was created organically with experimental drum mic-ing techniques, analog knobs and filters, tape and, most importantly, live classical and rock instruments and musicians. The album was recorded at Mount Cyanide’s studio complex in Atwater Village in Los Angeles by Cyrus Melchor and multiple studios in California’s San Fernando Valley (The Bank, Stagg Street Studio) by Hugo Nicolson of Radiohead fame. "The Home For Better Living" was meticulously notated and then played by members of LA's musical elite: Rich Panta of Very Be Careful, L. Shankar of Shakti and Peter Gabriel, Patrick Bailey of Breakestra, RAS MG of Sublime and members of String Theory on violins and cellos. Mount Cyanide’s “The Home For Better Living” was released digitally on July 28, 2012. BUY IT HERE NOW!!!!!!!!