Before the Internet, entirely outside of bulletin boards, not even part of the cassette culture, Voicejail was a group of voice mail telephone numbers. People would call the voice mail and leave a message. They would also hear a message, perhaps made up of messages that other people had left, often made up of original ephemeral audio collages.

One of the voicejailers, Phineas Narco, recorded some of the Voicejail. Here is Phineas’ recording of Mr. 1:15 explaining how he found Voicejail entirely by accident…

After being refused at a dance club owned by members of Visage, Gary Numan wrote “These boys of pleasure are nothing more than faggots.”

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“A few days ago, accidentially I took this record in my hands and suddenly I noticed on its label the original and nicely preserved shop tag, which writes: HACK Schallplatten, Posen, Alter Markt 46 (In English: Hack’s Records, Poznan, Old Town Sq. 46). That means: this record must have been bought by someone from my family, around year 1941 — when Poznań, one of the oldest and most beautiful Polish towns — was occupied by Germans during the 2nd World War. Therefore, I changed my mind and instead of making for this clip another nice photoshow composed of the usual set of posters [...] I decided to devote this little clip to the city of Poznań, during the days of its most tragic episode in history — the German occupation, in years 1939-45.”

Amazing story continues here, with 17,000 more period pieces by the same poster.

all hail blort.

One full hour of variety in the popular music genre. Originally broadcast over the experimental HEER-ZUM radio network on or about the week of April 1st 1927. Fans of old time radio will enjoy this offering. Restored from the original 13-inch Armed Forces Network discs. Featuring the dulcet tones of Consul and his Pantroglodyte Hot Point Orchestra recorded live at the Flea Run in New York City. Sponsored by Dums Cigars – “Stand Out with DUMS!”

More episodes at The Old Silverback Hour.

There lived a certain man in Russia long ago
He was big and strong in his eyes a flaming glow
Most people looked at him with terror and with fear
But to Moscow chicks he was such a lovely dear
He could preach the bible like a preacher, full of ecstasy and fire
But he also was the kind of teacher women would desire

Ra-Ra-Rasputin, lover of the Russian queen
There was a cat that really was gone
Ra-Ra-Rasputin, Russia’s greatest love machine
It was a shame how he carried on

He ruled the Russian land, and never mind the Czar
But the Cossachok he danced really wunderbar
All affairs of state, he was the man to please
But he was real great when he had a girl to squeeze
For the queen he was no wheeling-dealer, though she heard the things he’d done
She believed he was a holy healer who would heal her son

“But when his drinking and lusting, and his hunger for power became known to more and more people, the demands to do something about this outrageous man became louder and louder… “

“This man’s just gotta go,” declared his enemies
But the ladies begged, “Don’t you try to do it, please!”
No doubt this Rasputin had lots of hidden charms
Though he was a brute they just fell into his arms
Then one night some men of higher standing
Set a trap, they’re not to blame
“Come to visit us,” they kept demanding, and he really came

Ra-Ra-Rasputin, lover of the Russian queen
They put some poison into his wine
Ra-Ra-Rasputin, Russia’s greatest love-machine
He drank it all and said “I feel fine”

Ra-Ra-Rasputin, lover of the Russian queen
They didn’t quit, they wanted his head
Ra-Ra-Rasputin, Russia’s greatest love machine
And so they shot him till he was dead

Oh, those Russians!

[Note: I will contribute $50 toward paying Laibach to record this song. Who's with me? - Trevor]