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Welcome. Nice to see you have found your way here. This is a truth called nothing. A few words about what that is.
You can think of a truth called nothing as an independent rock band. Terms like art rock, post-modern stadium rock, alternative rock, or experimental electro prog may be useful. Actually, we are more of a production duo than a band. We play live sometimes, but we usually just share our work through the great collective subconscious. That’s our focus.
Another useful point is that we are like one of those mythic bands that you wish existed, or perhaps like a band in a work of fiction. Like when you read a story and characters talk about this great rock band, that could very well be us. We are quite undiscovered and secret, so you could plausibly have us all to yourself. We could be ”your thing”.
We have new music in the pipeline for release soon. It is part 3 in our EP project. So we’re also relaunching this website. We used to update every week. We probably won’t anymore, but we’ll put things up occasionally. Our influences and interests are varied, so this was always meant to sprawl out in various directions. Lots of the material is about our music, but there are plenty of other things as well. Profoundest philosophy, entertainingest stories, controversialest politics, side-splittingest jokes and whatnot. You can find some categories in the menu above. Try to work it out according to your own comfort level.
That’s pretty much what it is, to sum it up. Find the music at Bandcamp, Spotify and other places. And take a look at the stuff here.
The last time we made a concept record about religion, we ended up with several good songs but a record that was so claustrophobia-inducing in its minimalism that it has been left mercifully forgotten, entombed in the terrible city in which it was given birth. This time, we’re not holding anything back. We’re not on the fence anymore. We’re firing on all cylinders. We’re no fans of minimalism right now – we want extra sauce with our postmodern stadium rock.
Science – Like Religion But Real is the title of the second installment in the EP Project. We’ve concocted five songs about religion and science that will take you on quite a journey, in our aim to present an argument that you can actually cut out 100% of the magical thinking while losing 0% of the wonder.
Science – Like Religion But Real by a truth called nothing. Coming to a streaming service near you this May 3rd.
Shit, I forgot to add “2016”. But I think anyone looking at this image will know what year it’s referring to…
Happy new year everyone. Wasn’t this one a stinker? 2017 better shape up its game or we’re gonna write in to complain (hey, that rhymes)! Let’s look at the things that happened this year. Let’s look at them now. Continue reading
My fellow Americans,
you can’t vote Trumpy if you haven’t read every item on the list and sent back an acceptable to excuse to Uncle Sawyer! Continue reading
My fellow Americans,
We’ve all heard some version of the “Hillary isn’t that exciting but Donald Trump and Gary Johnson and Jill Stein is nuts!” thesis. There’s always this talk about how she’s not authentic, and she can’t connect with people, and she’s a career politician and so forth. Besides that, there’s the emails and other levels of outright falsehoods Donald Trump and other Rs like to promote. Continue reading
Hi, I’m Ray Sawyer and I know there’s been a lot going on. You might think this has to be about Director Comey finding new Hillary mail among Weiners dick-picks? That is, sadly for Rs (and conspiracy leftys), not the case. What I want want – nay, need!!! – to say is: I want to officially apologize to all Republicans for not being able to supply you with all Donald Trump DEALBREAKERS!!!. It is simply too much, which ironically is a DEALBREAKER!!! in itself. In fact, it might just be the ultimate DEALBREAKER!!!: if your preferred candidate brings so many DEALBREAKERS!!! you can’t keep up with them, it’s a giant goddamn motherfucken’ DEALBREAKER!!! Continue reading
Dear all sweet Masons of our collective and treasured truth! A lot has been said in these pages about Trumpnik. But let’s switch our approach for a bit. Here comes a question for you: How about that sweet old grandmotherly lady, who is possibly a corrupt shill for the suicidal capitalists and/or Rotschild bankers, clearly does not understand the mysteries of modern technology fully, and/or may just be a working politician trying to do her best? In short, would you consider voting for Hillary Clinton?
Charlene “Arlene” Davidson – Former child beauty pageant winner, chicken sandwich recipe website proprietor, self-proclaimed dispensor of down-to-earth country wisdom
Hell no! Don’t trust Crooked Hillary – she is Crooked! Don’t you stupid liberals understand that’s why she’s called Crooked Hillary? You wouldn’t call someone that if they weren’t crooked would you? Check mate liberal scum! Continue reading
This is also a DEALBREAKER!!! if you haven’t noticed.
Signed, Simon Johnson – DEALBREAKERS!!! blogger and intern at the Political Commentary on the Political Commentary Bureau
Hi there! I’m Ray Sawyer and I’m the lead political analyst for the Grand Lodge of Masons’ Political Commentary on the Political Commentary Bureau – PCPCB. On this blog I’ll post you challenging questions and mind-blowing analysis on present commentary on present political events!
Int: the Gastronomy Institute, seclusion chamber.
FRANK is in the room, alone. He is sitting in a special chair, his limp frame propped up by various wires and contraptions. The chair sits inside a complex, oval MEDICAL POD that monitors his existence. FRANK’s mind is connected to gastronomical devices through a tube sticking out of his brain stem. His hands are bandaged, his skin is pale, and his eyes are completely white. He sings-
Ho hum, diddle and dumb –
Singing a soong in a hospital roongm –
Where is the future, where is the past? –
Have the vultures made off with my mystical staff? –
Staff in the sense of personnel, you see –
Not a magic cane that could delight you and me.