Thursday, August 9, 2012


Sat  9  Sep 2012               CONFIRMED       Isle of Wight          Bestival
Wed 12 Sep 2012              CONFIRMED       London                 Scala     
Thu 13 Sep 2012                CONFIRMED       Brighton               The Haunt                                                                          
Sat 15 Sep 2012                 CONFIRMED       Birmingham        Rainbow Warehouse     
Sun 16 Sep 2012                CONFIRMED       Bristol                   The Fleece
Mon 17 Sep 2012              CONFIRMED       Manchester       Academy 3         
Tue 18 Sep 2012                CONFIRMED       Glasgow               Stereo 
Thu 20 Sep 2012                CONFIRMED       Nantes                 Scopitone Festival          
Fri 21 Sep 2012                  CONFIRMED       Brussels               VK         
Sat 22 Sep 2012                CONFIRMED        Amsterdam        Melkweg                                                                                                            
Tue 25 Sep 2012                CONFIRMED       Paris      La Maroquinerie              
Wed 26 Sep 2012              CONFIRMED       Lyon      Epicerie Moderne           
Thu 27 Sep 2012                CONFIRMED       Marseille             Marsatac Festival            
Fri 28 Sep 2012                 CONFIRMED        Zurich    Rote Fabrik        
Sat 29 Sep 2012                 CONFIRMED       Lausaunne          Romandie                                                                                                          
Tue 02 Oct 2012                CONFIRMED       Aarahuas             Voxhall
Wed 03 Oct 2012              CONFIRMED       Copenhagen      Loppen
Thu 04 Oct 2012                CONFIRMED       Stockholm           Scandic Malmen              
Fri 05 Oct 2012                  CONFIRMED        Oslo                      Sawel    
Sat 06 Oct 2012                 CONFIRMED        Helsinki                Kuudes Linja                                                                                                     
Wed 10 Oct 2012              CONFIRMED       Linz                         Kapu                       
Thu 11 Oct 2012                CONFIRMED       Stuttgart              Speakeasy             
Fri 12 Oct 2012                  CONFIRMED        Berlin                    Gretchen                
Sat 13 Oct 2012                  CONFIRMED       Munster              Skaters Palace 

Saturday, June 16, 2012


official mr killums shirt

official into the wild tour shirt

official C4C/mishka nyc shirt

Saturday, May 19, 2012

the poem/story that inspired tougher colder killer

you may have seen me mention that the song tougher colder killer on my new album was inspired by a short poem/story by my godfather sevan minasian.  he was kind enough to send it my way today.  here it is:

Message found on the corpse of a soldier.Dear Enemy, I have killed your son.  He had caught sight of me and followed me.  He had courage.  I backtracked and shot him from ambush. He died quickly and with dignity.  In the quiet after, I crawled over to him.  I took him into my arms.  I kissed him.  He is my first kill.  I die with him.  My name is Tom Daly Jr..  Before I came to your country, I lived with my parents, Alice and Thomas E. Daly, in Springdale, Oklahoma.

Sevan Minasian

Friday, May 18, 2012

STAY DOWN (lyrics)

stay down

you know i get down, I'm a downer, heart pounder, LOLin', smelling like Sarin, 
felony forecast:  el is, dressed to the nines like a target, dressed like a bullseye for a blind archer, 
heart of piranha, swimming where the blood chums water,
lark in the darkness watching, i got it this, boombox burner boy hot shit,
burn like an LA sunset, colorful, toxic, snuff stuff deadly and erotic, 
walk like a man not a product, run like a strumpet, talk to the hand sock puppet,
look at them sky write: "fuck it, we heart nothin', we don't have a tear for your bucket", life's but a pageant, that ain't on no deep shit, try to pull the curtain back crack goes police whip, 
here come the stage mums, dress your little whores to display them, cutting through my brain like a ray gun, 
telling you these fuckers are shameless, Obama to Reagan, look at how they bent to their training,
why would i be angered, not when i can chemically hang glide, angle, face dive mangled, anguish, 
notice i maraud odd language, roll a joint,
hit a fraud god  'till he vanquish, bonus point

I'm thrown 
With all this chrome and
You sound like you're drowning
Drown drown drown drown 
Get down, stay down 

you know i get bent I'm a Bender, Futura, Ra-ma-dom-inant gene gone bad and, passed along to my blood stream pumping madness, pour a little hell down hatch its, standard practice how to detach from a white noise planet with a dispatch straight from command to throw haymaker plus land it, never take a win for granted,
 remember the pitch that i sang with, to anoint masses, before, mass graves hatch like magic, everybody bows to the bastards, anthem acid dispatchers get rancid, fact of the matter i graph and track hapless, live in a mirage its hard to not crack kid.
whats that? pass it, 
wanna watch? I'ma smoke till I'm bat shit, 
choke like a champion,

I'm blown 
Like I've been thrown now 
I sound like I'm drowning 
Drown drown drown drown 
Get down, stay down 

I'm blown 
Like I've been thrown now 
Down down down down 
Get down, stay down 

Friday, April 27, 2012


still in brooklyn,lullabies chime crooked, for the harrowed and the shook-en, back to dose me, back to hold the high closely, for the sparrows and the butchers, see the blood moon hunters moon hear the howling, for the habit and the hammered and the cowering, in the magic with the haunted and the doubted, there are ghosts here there's a presence there's a power, for the tightrope over tank with the piranhas, for the frazzled its a moment its a promise, to be broke down to be lowdown to be honest, another showdown with the woozy and the conscious, for the aggy with the baggy with the bottle, with a smile with a sip with a swallow, and don't you ever try to say that you're not one of us my love, we are the touched we are entrusted with the same tomorrow

(till i get there) im still livin like a four dollar vick (jumping off the world)
(till i get there)  a lotta trouble four a little bit of win (jumping off the world)
(until i get there) in the gasoline and sulfur in the sin (jumping off the world)
(until i get there) you cannot throw me in the briar patch bitch that is where i live (jumping off the world)

and this goes out to the..
to the maniacs, and aristocrats grifters, to the zealots and the monarchs,
what up brainiacs, compulsively acidic rainiacs, repulsively predictable painiacs.
to the liars, for the devils night fires,  same to you too town cryer, top O' the morning morbid, quite a day we're having gorgeous, salutations unimportant, hello uninspired,
i thought i'd drop on by and wish you all the luck desired, i wish you all the souls your little mouth can tuck inside
 you'll always be that special part of me that loves to dine on grinning void so flirty touches dizzy lust i must imbibe
and what a team we made theres nothing we cant justify but, i am the son disgust entrusted with the undefined, and i can no longer contain whats under my disguise,
i've always had the cancer for the cure thats what the fuck am i,

(till i get there) im still livin like a four dollar vick (jumping off the world)
(till i get there)  a lotta trouble four a little bit of win (jumping off the world)
(until i get there) in the gasoline and sulfur in the sin (jumping off the world)
(until i get there) you cannot throw me in the briar patch bitch that is where i live (jumping off the world)

Monday, March 19, 2012

sxsw 2012 show wrap up

had a pretty great time.  saw a lot of friends.  rocked 3 shows, 2 of which were great, 1 of which was very frustrating.  so:

pitchfork show:

great time.  first show doing new stuff.  the homies exquire, despot and killer mike all jumped up and rocked with me.  staff was pro and friendly.  crowd was great and responsive. good shit.  heres a few flics from that:

biz 3 showcase:

biz3 is an amazing company with an equally amazing staff of people i consider great allies/friends.  that said they were fighting an uphill battle with the staff/production people at the particular venue they had to do their show at.  by the time we got on the shit pretty much hit the fan.  for the first 3 songs of the set we had NO sound on stage.  as we desperately tried to hear our voices we repeatedly waved our desperate hands at the monitor guys who were... wait for it... reading books.  by the time we got our sound on we had gone through 2.5 songs belting as loud as we could and were wiped out.  then, in the middle of deepspace 9mm, which was at the 20 minute mark of a 30 minute set, all our power was turned off.  no warning.  get off stage, assholes your time is up.  needless to say it was a huge bummer of a show for us and theres no way it came off anyway close to how we wanted it to.  my apologies to anyone who only caught that 1 show of ours.  that shit tore me up and infuriated me beyond belief.  big shout to the production manager who literally ran away.  trust me when i say that was the right move.  

thrasher/converse/santos party hause:

redemption!  absolutely bonkers night, and even more insane set.  every from das racist to ex to busdriver  and despot plus many more jumped on stage with us.  the energy was incredible, the sound on stage perfect... the staff was awesome and helpful and crowd was amazing.  i feel like its safe to say we completely destroyed.  thanks to everyone there for a great time.  oh yeah... then willie d and scarface got on.  yes.

whole shit was overall amazing.  thanks for the love.

love, el

Friday, March 9, 2012


got a strain un-contained that could turn parade zombie, walk with an army on me, stalked by the harm and armor posse,
prolly, got me, on a radar with a dot these, watching, plotting minions of the lower god scene,
shit hawks abound, in the town of bullet dodging I'm a rocky, run a hundred a mile before my coffee,
shitty little sick kid, the Gippers hitting for dolo now I'm rarified, signal lit verified bossy, 
fuck your droid noise, void boys 'noid ploy,
oi oi, i'll rugby kick the shit out your groin boy 
oi ve, the slayers of your harmony porn life, throat fuck your lucky day the flight of a torn kite
holy smokes, city blown to the bone the death server, fit a Heartz with a burner, whip to the church of  murder sermon,
just a cassandra too drained to painfully word it further 
future of a gerbil up ass of masochist thats my word up,

so you should pump this shit like they do in the future

pump this shit,
in your floating whip system
pump this shit,
in the bread line, the prison,
pump this shit,
from the chip under your wrist skin,

I am sam, i am known to go H.A.M., the full retard
playing taps on a keytar, in the Benz or the Beamer,
either, etherlicious or rebel yelling the theme of
son of forgotten freedom, rebel ariba riba
metal and man have melted, settle in to the FEMA, dream a, 
your polluted house speaker, leader
yes indeed a, dawn of the dirt and doom  draws nearer,
here's a mirror mirror to peer, fear grows clearer,
steer a, path away from the panic of our era, 
pyramided ocular, unlided insignia
weirder heres another burner born and big in ya
sector, rectified and fly sound selector,
I'm a, fucking ill, trill, kill at will etc.,
brooklyn to the basic DNA math measurer,
better leave the lion alone do not pet him he'll
fuck start your burp hole, jet in burgundy pleather

so you should pump this shit like they do in the future
so you should pump this shit like they do in the future
so you should pump this shit like they do in the future
so you should pump this shit like they do in the future

where harmony and love reign
no longer do we live in a society bent on it's own destruction
children of every race, creed and religion frollick through fields 
of golden dandelions

those who know lust trust the flow is disgust touch, producto back rap rush, you'll notice the lad crush.
im potent, intact, a black hearted and lunged up, 
tarded and touched plus designer of funk rust, 
oh el is back on that shit, huh? that Paincave Kid talk, at the end of the painbow, the permanant stain bop, 
maligning my name will holy ark up your squads face, viewers of the divine rage  learn to worship the hard way,
you get it? i don't fade, just float where the poem slays, at home with a roach hazed, alone or with hoes great, 
i called but got a tone better boat out the borough post haste,

Wednesday, February 29, 2012

a verse from my new album


to the mother of my enemy, i just killed your son
he died with his face to the sky and it can not be undone
he didn't die hard, in the end he just grinned and bowed
made him dig his own grave at the point of a gun while he laughed to the gods out loud
and it made me want to jump... out a window.  and it made me want to scream,
tear my face off run through the streets,
pandemonium me, fucked by decree
came a long way from young and alive when i was not blind... now i can not see
grace in reverse at best it gets worse and i wanted you to know: since then i don't sleep,
and the uniform, tags, side arm and ID that i wore when i did it got send C.O.D.
to the HQ, note reading "this is not me and i hate you for making me make a man bleed"
and before the man passed and his last gasp fled (and this is why i'm writing you now) his eyes gleamed,
and he pointed to the part of his chest that still beats
looked dead in my grill and then said this to me:

there is a tougher colder killer
a tougher colder killer
a tougher colder killer than you.
and he will wipe us all from this place.
you will learn to crawl.
you will learn it all in just one day.
just one day.