Regis Weekend: In Full Swing, available now wherever music is sold.
Three compacts discs are barely enough to contain the riffs, the solos, the extensions, and the passion of Regis Weekend.
Besides hours of live recordings, you'll hear outtakes, demos, and rarities that will thrill and delight any Regis Weekend fan.
TRACK LISTING:
Disc 1—
1) “Overture to Regis Ass Weekend” (Demo)(1:19)
2) “What Would You Give (Have Him Back)” (3:22)
3) “December 8, 2020” (19:41)
4) “Sun Rise In Newark” (2:09)
5) “Regis Lives” (Vocals Only)(3:19)
6) “Summertime Jeeps” (1:55)
7) “An Exciting New 5-Step Handshake” (7:33)
8) “The Car Of The Future Will Run On Water But The Water Will Scream As You Drink It” (:59)
Disc 2—
1) “Clam Juice” (9:02)
2) “Four Course Dinner And Gala” (2:47)
3) “Someone Change The Date In The Post, We Put The Wrong Date In The Post” (Outtake)(1:14)
4) “Jesus, Mary And Joseph, Bruno, You’re A Handsome Man, Did Your Mother Spank You (Light Over The Skyline)” ft. Bruno Mars (Unreleased)(9:51)
5) “Rude Boy Boogie: Overture to Regis Ass Weekend / Overture To The Skankin’ Caverns Medley” (2:50)
6) "Babies with their heads cut off” (Hidden Track)(39:01)
7) "I'm Regis X. Philbin And The X Stands For Jazz" (Hidden Track)(:46)
Disc 3—
1) “Spider-Man Regis Hums Past A Choir Of Electronic Android Archangels” (4:18)
2) “God, Our Magnificent Protector, You Deserve Our Gratitude (Check The First Letters For A Surprise)”(Japanese Import)(12:01)
3) “This Is Unbearable (Don’t Look Away)” (2:47)
4) “Regis Philbin Has Become A Paper Shredder (The Poop Song)” (3:29)
5) “Rosie’s Song (Helping Her Pack)” (3:50)
6) “California Regis” (4:02)
7) “Regis Weekend Has Been Extended (To Wednesday October 11, 2023)” (6:38)
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More then that, you owe us an *implausible fix-it ending*
That I can do!
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Ace did not plan on dying this way. He especially did not plan on having to listen to his grandfather rant about how Regis is a failure of a father while being unable to say anything in his blood fathers defence.
Said father did kill him after all, it’s hard to say something kind when it hasn’t been even a day since he’s been killed.
“-I raised a complete imbecile! I sorely hope the Accursed teaches him a lesson!” Mors rants as Ace nods and absentmindedly wonders if Ramuh is going to be pissed about this.
Ace is Galahdian after all, more than that he has a convent with Ramuh. He is decidedly not supposed to be in the Ring with his forefathers.
But he is which means someone has to answer for sending Ace into the Worst Family Reunion ever.
“The Accursed also plans on turning our kingdom into a ruin,” Somnus’ spirit points out.
“Yes, well maybe if you hadn’t been such a bastard he wouldn’t have such a grudge against us,” The Rogue’s voice is polite and beside her the Clever snickers.
“She has a point,” The Clever says just as their surroundings turn a vibrant purple.
Everyone turns to look at Ace who smiles.
“I’ve had a horrible time,” Ace begins, “And I never want to see any of you ever again so I’m going to be leaving.”
Lightning strikes, thunder rolls across the space like an earthquake.
The Clever laughs.
Ace disappears.
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So waking up in a morgue in the clothes he died in is not where Ace expected to wind up. But Ramuh has apparently decided Ace has to go and stop his fathers from attempting to murder each other and shoved his soul back into his body.
Fantastic.
Ace grimaces at the dried blood that trails down the front of his shirt and shoves himself off the - hm - is this an autopsy table or just storage? Ace spends a moment wondering about it before he decides it doesn’t matter and begins to drag himself through the Citadel.
Which is predictably in chaos.
Which means that he runs into Luche and a bunch of other Glaives he knows before he even gets to the fucking throne room.
Luche stares at Ace with a complicated expression on his face as Ace uses the wall to help himself stand.
“What the fuck are you doing here?” Luche finally asks as Sonitus finally realizes Ace is there and does a double take.
“What the fuck happened?” Sonitus says and automatically moves to help Ace stand. Ace appreciates it and makes a note to bake Sonitus so many cookies if they all survive this.
“My dad killed me,” Ace says blandly, “And now my uncle is trying to kill my dad for killing me. Don’t ask how I came back. Ramuh pulled some bullshit God Move. Point is that I need to go stop my uncle from killing the king and turning this kingdom into a fucking ruin.”
“You said it was your father that killed you. Your father is the fucking king?”
“Yes. Did I not make that clear?”
“You did not!” Luche sounds like he’s about to set everything in a three mile radius on fire. Ace does not blame him.
Then Luche sighs and stares at Sonitus. “Get him to the throne room and for Ramuh’s sake do NOT let Nyx or Libertus see you.”
Sonitus smiles.
It is not a nice smile.
“You’re not allowed to commit regicide,” Ace says and turns his gaze to Luche, “Neither are you.”
“We will talk about it later,” Luche says and Ace doesn’t get another word in before Sonitus is picking Ace up and hauling him away.
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“Uncle you asshole,” Ace calls from his spot in Sonitus’ arms as the doors to the throne room open easily under the pressure of Ace’s magic.
Sonitus walks in with Ace still in his arms and Ace is treated to the shitty sight of Noctis attempting to gouge out Ardyn’s throat while Clarus and Regis are heaving on the ground.
Ace debates setting his brother on fire. He doesn’t because it Regis went after Ardyn the way Ardyn assuredly went after Regis Ace would also attempt to rip out Regis’ throat.
Ah, family.
“Your family is fucked up,” Sonitus says and everyone’s gaze turns to the two of them.
Ardyn shoves Noctis into a wall and is hovering over Ace in moments.
Sonitus grins at Ardyn - all sharp teeth and silent threat.
“Careful,” he says, “Sparky here just woke up.”
“Fuck you,” Ace hisses and makes an effort to wiggle out of Sonitus arms. It does not work. Sonitus merely tightens his grip on Ace.
Ace stops wiggling.
“At least pass me to him dumbass.”
“Will he hurt you?”
“He’s the one attempting to destroy a kingdom for me so no Sonitus I don’t think he will.”
Ace is handed over to Ardyn who handles Ace like he is a particularly heavy but fragile piece of glass.
“You’re alive.” A statement uttered in disbelief. “You’re alive.” Said again more fiercely with an undercurrent of desperation.
“Yes, Ramuh got pissed at Bahamut for poaching me so he shoved my soul back into the mortal realm. Surprise.”
“Are you hurt?”
“The wound has healed but healing from rigor mortis is a bitch.”
Ardyn laughs.
“It always is.”
“Right. I’m ignoring the implications there because if I think about anything serious I am going to lose it.” Ace peeks over Ardyn’s shoulder at Regis who is now standing with Clarus and Noctis by his side.
Regis looks devastated.
Ace is satisfied at that.
“You’re an asshole,” Ace tells him, “That fucking hurt.” He turns his attention back to Ardyn without waiting for a response. “Hey can you take me back home? I need to shower and change before anyone -especially Nyx and Lib - finds out.”
“Oh,” Sonitus says cheerfully, “Luche already told them that you were severely injured by the King and Libertus is threatening treason.”
“Fuck.”
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anyways wish regis was there when geralt screamed for the entire druidic forest to hear that he was his przyjaciel.
Sylwia of Warsaw: 'Przyjaźń is an intimate relationship even though platonic, so boasting of it to strangers is like boasting of sex.'
in context of how regis was like 'eheheh? 🥺 friend?? [shyly tucks hair behind ear]' when geralt even just called him druh in private, in the darkness... under the earth, amidst rock and stone where not another soul, where absolutely no one else could hear them.
- Możesz liczyć - odrzeka poważnie Geralt. - Nie zostawię cię w potrzebie. Druhu.
Wampir uśmiechnął się, a ponieważ byli sami, pełnym garniturem kłów.
- Druhu?
that geralt yelled aloud in the daylight not just that they are friends, but close friends, to the flaminika, actually to anyone within earshot...
- Jestem Geralt… Wiedźmin… Przyjaciel Emiela Regisa…
- Powtórz, bo nie dosłyszałam.
- Geraaaaalt! Przyjaciel wampiiiiira!
i mean, regis would intuit, he would know that geralt was only emphasizing their friendship (and kind of lying because they haven’t known each other long at all) to save their skins from the ent, but... at the same time. logic doesn't overwrite fact. and the fact was geralt screaming under torture that they are very close
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Various Artists — Kuboraum Digital Sound Residency (Kuboraum)
LABOUR, photo by Evelyn Bencicova
Kuboraum Digital Sound Residency brings together 12 tracks commissioned by the Berlin based spectacle makers Kuboraum who create “masks” for the eyes. They also host musical events by a broad range of electronic and underground artists who share their aesthetic and inclusive philosophy. Kuboraum’s brief to the artists was open ended and what emerges is a snapshot of the music of Berlin’s underground.
Some names are familiar. Space Afrika contributes a typically twilit interlude of sampled vocals swathed in dusty ambience and µ-Ziq a frenetic yet melodic piece of drum’n’bass. “Let Love Decide” from Sandwell District co-founder Regis recalls the halcyon days of clubs like Ego and Tresor when local DJ’s began to incorporate slower bpm’s, live vocals, and post-punk structures into their tracks. Cellist Lucy Railton’s “Medieval Sui” plays a baroque string quartet through a haze of electronic effects, switching moods from the sublime to the haunted.
Still the lesser knowns make this compilation worth hearing. Moin are the London based duo Joe Andrews and Tom Halstead AKA Raime and Italian born percussionist/composer Valentina Magaletti. Their track “Lapsed” creeps along on a two-note guitar figure elaborated over a steady drumbeat and samples of laughter and polyglot mumbling. Magaletti then teams up with Japanese producer Zongamin as V/Z for “All the Rest of It” to explore rhythmic textures that flicker in redlit death jazz shadows. “Mass and Mess, Dispersion of Subjectivity” by LABOUR, Berlin based Iranian soundscapist Farahnaz Hatam and American percussionist Colin Hacklander, splits the difference between Clock DVA and Einstürzende Neubauten (such as they are) into an industrial drum circle with what maybe whale song or distorted factory sirens blaring in the background. On “Impressioni Dinamiche” Italian producer Alessandro Adriani disrupts glacial synths with a basic rock drum sample that counterintuitively emphasizes the dynamics of the keyboards. MC Yallah teams up with Debmaster on the stirring “Nzimba Zinyota,” rapping in languages from Kenya and Uganda over grime beats and eight-bit squiggles.
Although not everything here works, tracks from Emma dj, Quelza and Ziúr feel either slight or overstuffed and the sequencing can be jarring, there’s enough in this anthology to encourage you to dig deeper into the work of the contributors.
Andrew Forell
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