Tuesday

Where next for music in 2009?

(The content of this post has been unashamedly stolen straight from The Mire.)




  • Noone is ever going to shut up about Karlheinz Stockhausen, despite the fact that he died in 2008 and it won't be 2008 anymore. People are idiots.

  • Herman Dune are GOING TO BE HUGE AT LAST:

  • Finally, in the aftermath of the international recognition of South Ossetia and Tibet as free states, rare 1860s field recordings of creaking bridges will become available to the public for the first time, on a hotly-anticipated and expected-to-be-seminal 3" blue wood release on Constellation Records:

(http://uk.youtube.com/watch?v=WL-yI6w3Eh0)

  • Swedish 'scientists' will effectively prove that you can not only stick microphones anywhere and call it music, but that if you put it on the internet, people will try to download it
  • And most importantly yada yada serious music journalism will reach heady new heights in terms of how many obtuse 'descriptive phrases' can be fitted into a paragraph with an overall net meaning of 'nothing' (I dare you to get through a paragraph of this)

And now to go into Central Croydon to play 'spot and punch Frankmusik' (buy here). The rules are astoundingly simple making it a game suitable for all the family.

Monday

No shouts, no calls

Christmas is in a matter of seconds. I am being stupid and not going to parties (hey, since when have I been invited to parties) and instead of either revising or bugging the hell out (hello, can of Red Bull, youth, etc.) I am, in circumstances eerily similar to what actually happens in actual real life, illin' and blogging. Instead of making a Christmas mix I've just downloaded about a million songs from 'the hype machine'. It's not as if it was ever hard to find any song ever, but now 'Cannonball (Breeders)' pops up by CSS right here. I know I didn't want to hear it. It is great.

Here's my summary of 2008 for MFM, because I felt guilty and they are growing and my name is still on their website. It's a bit sarcastic. I like the bit when I suggest that Bon Iver's album only had one song on it, and also the bit where I cease typing in order to post pictures of Abe Vigawesome: http://mfmic.blogspot.com/2008/12/bloody-hypemachine-i-no-longer-need.html


Post-Christmas 2008:

Wooden Shjips - O Tannenbaum



I could see myself listening to this. Only problem is, it's a bit boring. Jingle bells and yada yada prog stuff wacky noises woo hoo. Like the really good Fleet Foxes song but without the words and with a Japanese guy just... there. It has bells and waves of sound and I think this is meant to be recalling Boredoms' 'Super Roots 9', yet that was unstoppably ace and this lacks the intensity of anything eYe would do. It's like the music for a really boring Christmas animation for kids with someone fat from the BBC Radiotronic Workestra thingy playing a fancy joanna 'as adapted w/ synth fashioned from Lego'.

Fleet Foxes - White Winter Hymnal



I don't think I should give an mp3 for this song. It is the best song by Fleet Foxes. It is really good.

That's it, I'm going to go out now.

Have a nice Christmas.
x

Sunday

a shitty update

1. Being More Actively Ethnic;
This is a non-aim but still, my mum was being all WOOHOO FOR INDIAN MUSIC and stuff so I thought I might join in and wow, just, wow. Here are some 'must-see' bollywood things that I liked when I was about 7 and still kind of adore now, ps. the picture quality of these is shitty but the audio is 10/10;

Yaire - Rangeela (translation; 'Yay' from the film 'Colourful' which is about dancing and falling in love, basically a Bollywood Staple. Yellow leotards! Doc Martens! 'Ikat'! It's '80s' except it was made in 1995 but whatever, Topshop wants to Cop It.)



Chaiyya Chaiyya - Dil Se (translation - 'From The Heart', this film is probably the best film I have ever seen, it is about Terrorism but in India which is Topical for Real Life Today but was made ages ago and Yes the video is wierd and Yes everyone is camp and stuff but Wow isn't Bollywood fun? Yes, yes it is.)



That was a (painfully)rough guide to mid-90s Bollywood songs. I am now getting a plane to Delhi and being fed by my grandma who is so, so awesome and driving my cousin's Maruti etc.

2. Teaching Myself Linguistics Because It Might Be Helpful
Discourse markers! Semantics! Syntax! Pragmatics! NOAM CHOMSKY!!! Amazing.

3. Lol;

Thursday

hints 'n' tips for MIA

This is all totally 4 REAL, taken from some magazine ('Mothering Magazine') from 'the 80s' when stuff like desegregation and homosexuality and Thatcherism were new and exciting (says my history textbook)

Roast Placenta

1-3lb fresh placenta
(must be no more than 3 days old)
1 onion
1 green or red pepper (green
will add colour)
1 cup tomato sauce
1 sleeve saltine crackers
1 tspn
bay leaves
1 tspn black pepper
1 tspn white pepper
1 clove garlic
(roasted and minced)

Method

(Preheat oven to 350 degrees)
1. Chop the onion and the pepper &
crush the saltines into crumbs.
2. Combine the placenta, onion, pepper,
saltines, bay leaves, white and black pepper, garlic and tomato sauce.
3.
Place in a loaf pan, cover then bake for one and a half hours, occasionally
pouring off excess liquid.
4. Serve and enjoy!

There is a Fairly Brilliant recipe for 'Placenta Cocktail', which urges placenta connoisseurs to 'blend it (the placenta) at high speed for 10 seconds' with ice cubes and a carrot. Amazing.
Also, to keep this Vaguely Musical 'No 13 Baby' is probably the Pixies' best song, probably.

Monday

I wanted to remind everyone I am a viable journalist


from abe vigblog
mix by a big rock band:
FUCKED UP - Oct 31 2008 Steam IntroFUCKED UP - Magic WordMR OIZO - It Takes TwoRICHARD BARTZ - Diamond GirlZOLAR X - ScienceTHE POLICE - When the World Is Running Down...MYSTERY JETS - Young LoveHAMMER DAMAGE - LaughCRYSTAL STILTS - SinKingALDEN TYRELL - MindlessLOVE IS ALL - New BeginningsBLACK ROCK AND RON - Stop the WorldLET'S WRESTLE - I Won't Lie to YouFUCKED UP - Greek InterviewCLAUDE DEBUSSY - Clair De Lune
from looking for gold
The Debussy thing has come up lots and lots with me recently. I'm writing some stories about that, I've written one already but it's more about other stuff that happened on Friday night / Saturday morning.
"the guy loosens crafty cruelties on Vice"
from monogandul via freetranslation.com

Wednesday

think about the blood that's pumping keeping you alive

Warning : I really like this song and Mirah and stuff so this post is DEVOID of sarcasm and 'wit'. Go, read Charlie Brooker or Whatever.

Okay I was reading through the posts and at some point Phil said that 'Cold Cold Water' was Mirah's best song, and I concede; even though 'The Light' has nearly the same number of plays on my Itunes, 'Cold Cold Water' is so frighteningly Majestic and Spine-Tingly that it cannot be beat. It's positively thunderous. It's positively brilliant.

In many ways, the rest of her music (edit: all music ever) pales in comparison to its titanic sweep of turbulence. It's hard to describe. It nearly reduced Sevil to tears when she heard it first. This sounds really exaggerated and shitty but seriously, it is a masterpiece.
Mirah's music as a Body Of Work is fairly good, in that she's 'indie' and inaccessible enough for reviewers to be okay with giving her albums 7/8/9s and thankfully never utter the words 'unashamedly pop' (zsxilfjlzdvk) but also excellent enough to be genuinely rewarding 'for the listener'. I guess some could find her lilting, girlish voice 'cold' but it's so brilliantly passionate at the same time, take 'Special Death' for example, with its strange, dirge-like 'la la la's, or the pulsating, 'wall of noise' (gag gag gag) non-beat of 'Body Below' where her voice is seemingly detached but the lyrics exhibit a truly awesome fire. In fact, as her music is so intense, you notice a key set of recurring themes; fire, pressure, power, heat. Pretty much, all her songs are about sex. It's not so much a hunt to look for the double entendres as a struggle to find anything that isn't about her conquests.

Is it stupid to liken a musical artist to a novelist? Mirah makes the most eloquent, engaging, intense music that I have literally Ever Heard In My Life ; even if it's not a valid comparison, it is apt. Someone in Victorian Times once said that the author of Jane Eyre had "all that we require in a novelist...perception of character, and power of delineating it; picturesqueness; passion; and knowledge of life." Mirah is better because this is all packaged into 2.5 minutes of fun.

Monday

REMorse

(Mock up via the Plan B forum via me I did it)

R.E.M. are one of those bands who you hear on the radio and when you hear them it's their big songs you hear, the ones that yr. parents like, like 'Bad Day' and 'Losing My Religion' or maybe 'Man On The Moon' and hence by the millionth play in yr. friend's dad's car on the way to a football match are pretty boring. Then you realise that two of their songs, like 'Nightswimming' and 'Orange Crush', are two of yr. very favourite songs ever.


To start with the last song, 'Orange Crush', you have to pick away the scab again. So you have the fresh wound. Off comes the Editors cover - Editors, a band whose soul-sucking corporate aim it seems is to sound as tortured as Athlete fans can stand. Whilst otherwise sounding like Interpol. In a totally demoralising and understandably inconvincing manner. They are so bad at sounding sorry for themselves that you start to feel hate for them, and then the whole paragraph as been taken over. We mustn't do that.

'Orange' refers to 'Agent Orange', and there's a whole underlying reference there if you care to look it up. REM have with it one of the best anti-war songs ever, up there with 'Unmarked Grave' by David Thomas Broughton or something.


Then 'Nightswimming':


Nightswimming deserves a quiet night
I'm not sure all these people understand
It's not like years ago,
The fear of getting caught,
Of recklessness and water
They cannot see me naked
These things, they go away,
Replaced by everyday

and it is fantastic. Sorry dear.

Sunday

some things that relate to women, written by a woman

After reading exactly 7 pages of The Female Eunuch and some more pages of a really bad translation of The Second Sex, I have decided that 'Long Way 2 Go' by Cassie is the nearest thing to a feminist anthem R'n'B is ever getting as long as Missy Elliott remains 'enslaved by exaggerated ideals for women' (ie 'on a diet') and the Destiny's Child 'Independent Woman' message remains Downplayed by the likes of Diddy and co (yes it is a warped equality, based solely on materialism BUT like, it is Equality nonetheless).



'Fierce'? The song basically disses the likes of 'Lloyd' and 'Chris Brown' and 'Akon' - the lyrics are so The Other Side Of The Mariah Carey Stereotypical R'n'B Woman Spectrum that I am pretty sure Simone de Beauvoir is championing this song from 'beyond the grave'. Plus the video is brill. 'shirtless love'. 'lol.
In other news, Grace Jones is the coolest person in the universe and Kate Bush is a close second. I regret not knowing this Before but At Least I Know Now, Eh?

ps i am not a feminist.
pps seriously.

Thursday

something that will never be on the front page of popjustice.com

'review' of BBC Switch Live 2008 ;
What does BBC Switch Live Signify?
  • The NME have less power than they think.
  • 14 year olds don’t care what The Wire thinks (thankfully).
  • The only people who think that ‘pop music is dead’ are those who refuse to notice the teenagers at the back of the bus playing Ne-yo on their phones.
  • It is more fun to listen to things without having to worry about being post-modern or ironic. I don’t think the children there understood why people would need to be ironic in their music taste. ‘This harks back to a simpler time’ etc etc.
  • Fallout Boy are now quite bad.
  • The BBC positively reeked of capitalism. And Rupert Murdoch’s clammy, bulging wallet.
  • This is a bad thing.
  • Cameramen in the BBC do covert crotch shots of underage singers ‘for lolz’ or something. It is Highly Suspect.
  • This underlying sense of ‘an event run by cynical thirtysomethings that want to both satisfy and mock children’ was Not Anticipated but Rampant.
  • The level of idolatry poured upon George Sampson is both frightening and hilarious.
  • (DIM SCOOP: ‘George Sampson will never make things work with Miley Cyrus because of ‘the Atlantic ocean’ that separates them’. Shame.)
  • Sometimes people underestimate 14 year olds and the music could have been more ‘challenging’ to like, ‘challenge’ them; but if they like Miley Cyrus IS THAT SUCH A BAD THING? Maybe it is. Maybe we could play them some baile funk. Or maybe we can just let them get on with it and stop being so pointlessly elitist.

Natalie Fraser: ‘Mcfly know how to rock’.
4 real.

/undrum to muted da

I am getting to know 'Skeletal Lamping' a wee bit better and giving the Metronomy album chances anew and the new Los Campesinos! album a twirl. Well, I think it's the new Los Campesinos! album. It is in Promotional Format and I was given when I bought a No Age 7" (which also had Los Campesinos! on it, which could be why).

I am get-upping slightly later today so I've had time to move on with stuff. I catalogued some of the CDs on my shelf (there are lots) and I assigned some of my clothes new roles and possibilities as pyjamas. I found all my library books and some badges which I think belong(ed) to my mum which say things like 'I've been to Sellafield!' and 'Warning: H.M. Government will damage Your health'. I tore up my 'Priorities' list and fixed a lightbulb in my room.

Wednesday

When we get together / it's always we are the champions my friends









































blog action day

'You know the government are running out of ideas when they feel the need to ask awkward internet people about Major Issues' etc etc. Today is when all the 'b l o g g e r s' write things on their pretentious blogs about defeating poverty and helping people and similarly socially-yes things, though didn't a load of smug middle-class musicians get together to make this history a few years ago? That thing with Bono? No?

Basically, because I know little-to-nothing about global poverty except the fact that it is largely due to human greed and partially due to people wanting to eat cows that take up valuable land and vegetation, and that there are really fun tramps in Bedford that insult people as they walk past, I will like, Tell You about Erase Errata, who are kind of like a disjointed, wailing, boisterous, maniacal version of Girls Aloud. They are three girls, one of who is Jenny Hoyston who organises something called the Fabulosa Fest which is for women and plays a long list of things in the band, from this we can infer that she is a fierce feminist who 'won't take shit from anyone'.
The band has some really good songs like 'Tax Dollar' and 'High Society' and 'Tongue Tied' and 'How To Tell Yourself From A Television' and they did a split single with Sonic Youth which probably propels them into some kind of nirvana of coolness for people who care about That Kind Of Thing. They also do improvisation at gigs and 'apparently' it is 'mind blowing'.
Their drums are thunderous and Jenny's vocals are near-hysterical and theatrical and sometimes she just drawls disjointed poetry and rambles, the guitars are spiky the keyboards are really kind of anthemic and there are HORNS yes HORNS that coat 45% of the songs in a quite strange and manic glow (this makes no sense but if you listen to them, you may Get What I Mean). Some songs build up to a frenzied climax, like 'Marathon', which could leave you breathless if you're into the whole 'unbelievably intense punk' thing, whereas some songs, like 'Walk Don't Fly' skip this musical foreplay completely and hit you with a 'high' 'octane' wall of sound and lots of 'shredding' on guitars that is as abrasive and brilliant as is humanly possible.
Tedious link to bridge the first bit of the post with the second : Erase Errata are really good. And have the power to end poverty. Maybe. Probably not.

Sunday

Icons, Abstract Thee vs. Hissing Fauna, Are You The Destroyer?

Shock. Unhorror. Disdain. etc.

Last yr. Of Montreal put out the 'epic' and 'grandiose' and the fantastic 'Hissing Fauna'. It contained songs like the 11:53 'The Past Is A Grotesque Animal'. So far so zomgzordz.

Then they did this whole new one, well, it was simultaneously recorded, or thereabouts. I shouldn't know. Of Montreal did 'Icons, Abstract Thee' and it could well have been a tour-only special edition 20 copy affair but it was a good thang that I heard it because I like it bester.

Three songs from each:
'A Sentence Of Sorts In Kongsvinger' vs. 'Miss Blonde, Your Papa Is Failing'
'The Past Is A Grotesque Animal' vs. 'No Conclusion'
'Gronlandic Edit' vs. 'Du Og Meg'.

'No Conclusion' begins in a simple simple fashion. "Tonight I feel like I should just destroy myself, tonight I feel like I should just destroy myself..." It is the lowest song ever.

'Miss Blonde, Your Papa Is Failing' "went down so hard, trying to keep the family together". It is so confessional and raw I don't want to divulge. Kevin is kicking hisself to shreds. "It's kind of creepy how-" and then you have to listen to the rest yrself, because, really.

Then, 'Du Og Meg' is totally different. I think I know all the lyrics. It is 2 minutes 21 seconds and it is blissful and I think it is more extroverted version of the new album, 'Skeletal Lamping' (i.e. no cheap sex). ' "She fell in love with a boy / Who spoke a second language / And who lived across the ocean / In the evil empire." There are plenty of "ooh-ooh-ooohs" and it is guaranteed a zillion plays if you like Of Montreal. It was also featured on the The Believer Music Issue CD thang last yr.
'Icons, Abstract Thee' is an existentialist microcosm of Of Montreal if you can consider 'Skeletal Lamping' themetically out-pushing and 'Hissing Fauna' big.


Saturday

call hype williams, please

Is it callous to say that I dislike Ladyhawke because her eyes look dead? The Fact Is that she needs the 'engaging, expressive pop star' thing to be an 'engaging, expressive pop star' considering her voice isn't particularly 'engaging, expressive pop star' and she lacks charm and charisma and other qualities we value in pop stars and human beings. I just heard 'Womanizer' by Britney Spears and Frankly her voice sounds truly brilliant and it is Plain To See that people have thrown million dollar bills at Britney to 'get better' and 'return to form' and thankfully it worked because she looks amazing and fun and engaging and interesting.

Then I watched Little Boots' videos on Youtube and in many ways she Represents Pop Music Right Now because she is ridiculously talented and charismatic (one time I stood next to her in Leeds and talked to her about something and she sold me a Dead Disco badge and Was Nice and Not At All Strange) and 'personal' and 'web 2.0' and all those other kind of pretentious things we expect indie and pop bands to do now that the internet is literally punching us with its promise of 'absolutely everything' at your fingertips. Little Boots isn't ironic when she does strange piano covers of Wiley and Neil Young songs or is fiddling with that hilarious Tenorion thing and she doesn't attempt to emulate any past glories or dredge up forgotten (but oft-repeated) phases of music, like the tired 80s cliches Ladyhawke falls back on.

Ladyhawke needs 'media training' or whatever McFly were taught to make them seem interesting on screen, or 'voice training' to make her vocals seem less tepid, or 'an image shift' so that she can stop being another one of those acts that has one knockout song that is shamed by the rest. Maybe she needs outward charm or intrigue or ambiguity or depth, but those things Can't Be Taught so she will have to compensate with Other Things. MIA isn't particularly charming on screen but 'her music makes up for it' or something. Anyway, there's hope for Ladyhawke. But more hope for Little Boots. And even more for Britney.

Tuesday

a milli a milli a milli a milli a mi-a mi a milli

Lil' Wayne > Oscar Wilde's attempt at realism.
Lil' Wayne's wordplay > David Banner's filth.
David Banner's filth > 50 Cent's filth.
Lil' Wayne singing 'voice' < T-Pain's singing 'voice'
T-Wayne > Bonde Do Role
The rest of baile funk > Bonde do Role
The fact that I can now understand the words in baile funk songs > everything.

ahem.
A Milli's 'minimalist' 'beat' > 'Prinzhorn' 'Dance' 'School'
A Milli = 'La La La' (this is another song off Tha Carter III)
The bit in A Milli when he goes 'you're like a bitch with no ass, you ain't got shit' > 'Mango Pickle Down River' sorry sorry sorry I know we should be helping aboriginal rappers but Lil' Wayne is better.
The fact that Lil' Wayne can hold an entire song that is Well Over 5 Minutes without a chorus, guests, hook or riff > most other songs.
Gwen Stefani reference < ERYKAH BADU REFERENCE.
The 'Motherfucker, I'm Ill' bit > the 'u no what i sell' bit in That Song
'Get Like Me' by David Banner < 'Play' by David Banner (but this is Highly Arguable)
'Shawty Say' < 'Lollipop'
'A Milli' > nearly almost every song released this year.

Hey, everyone! Get yrselves together

Hey rain! Stoppit.

I did quite like the Metronomy album that I heard. This is what I wrote about. Note how many times I say 'mark' towards the end:

Metronomy - Nights Out

The name 'Metronomy' used to have some sort of pastiche comedy value amongst certain friends of mine. 'You Could Easily Have Me' seemed the archetypal post-new-rave, Late of the Pier-esque brazen pop tune that failed to excite purely on the basis of wildly hyped electropop synths.

'Nights Out', then, should fail: the PR company-scribed Wikipedia entry lauds it as a 'half-arsed concept about going out and having a crap time", which is generally not a cool thing to say. Maybe the fifth song, 'Heartbreaker', is Enough, with the sub-Klaxons vocals having quite nothing about them, but the whole 'lookit, we have some machine which makes fancy horns sounds' formula is sufficient to warrant a listen to 'The End Of You Too', 'A Thing For Me' or 'My Heart Rate Rapid'. You'll shuffle along to that one like you did to 'Random Firl'. First single 'Radio Ladio' also makes a mark in that it sounds like The Ting Tings over, well, a Metronomy beat. And having a trademark like that is no bad mark.


Also you should see what I wrote about Fujiya & Miyagi (again) (probably not). But basically I ended up listening to 'My Heart Rate Rapid' like 3 times and also then I listened to Prinzhorn Dance School and a song by Love Is All that I think is called 'Busy Doing Nothing'.

Five movie marathon! Nine times the same song!

And then I drifted off into the ether listening to the Milk-Eyed Mender. And another song that is really, really good is 'Woke Up New' by The Mountain Goats, it should probably make you weep.

What do I do? What do I do? What do I do?

Thursday

post-First Proper Band Rehearsal

WOW our drummer is the best thing ever - he has a bunch of mega fun old instruments and we are microKORGing and stylophoning and casio CS-1-ing our way to Genuine Actual Talent.
our guitarist 'likes prog' and 'listens to Korn' and 'wants guitar solos in every song' which he is not getting.

this is a pointless post but i am so tired and my voice is dying so KL KL.
Oh. I have no idea what I am listening to. Except it's playing at 20 kilobytes a second (a bitrate lower than yr homeboy's jeans) and it is fantastic. It is from Persia, and it can be heard again on the stream from Radio Golha. Which is, like, the best thing ever.

I re-stumbled upon this after, um, some pretty generic research on '20th century Iran', for a presentation. Radio Golha's proper title, when it was actually on the radio, i.e. not on the internet everywhere in 2008, translated as "Flowers Program", and ran for 23 years until 1979. It is pretty brilliant in format: the aim was to mix poetry and the traditional music - '
musiqi-e sonnati'.

So you hear orchestral arrangements, recitals, biographies and ensembles. And it achieved a lot:

"First, they popularized Persian classical poetry and made a vogue of it, particularly among the middle class and the affluent social elite. They boosted appreciation of Persian poetry at a popular level to a degree never before achieved. Second, they brought masters of traditional music to public notice and bestowed on them the dignity that they deserved as artists. This should be seen against the background of earlier times, when musical performers were considered mere "entertainers" with a lowly rank in the social hierarchy (they were referred to as motárebs, often with a pejorative connotation). The Golha@ programs not only made most of them household names, but also provided them with a fairly secure basis of income through remuneration or regular appointment."

(link)

That is a whole magical morning that I wouldn't have spent any other way.

Monday

bbc switch 'live'

For a TV program that consistently shoves sub-par 'indie' 'music' down the throats of future ex-editors of NME and maybe even VICE, they did a fairly hilarious U-turn in the direction of 'post-Disney' (Demi Lovato, put your lighter up!) 'pre-Alphabeat' 'pop' (were N-Dubz ever pop? Were Fallout Boy ever pop?). The lineup is as follows ; McFly (predictable), Ne-Yo (amazing, but predictable), Basshunter (I heard him on the bus to school once, shit), N-Dubz (actually very bad), Miley Cyrus (amazing, shit), Fallout Boy (2 good songs, generally shit) and The Belle Of The Ball will be 'George' 'Samson' (he danced once and it was passable).

Lazy journalism commences..
What do each of the acts tell us about Teenagers as People and also as Consumers? (the event is Xclusively 4 fourteen to seventeen year-olds)

McFly
'This one's for the prepubescent girls' ; and for those who Get that McFly are at least 70% brilliant. As a young girl I was obligated by law to buy a copy of 'Room on the Third Floor', the debut, which is about as exciting as a Delta Goodrem CD single (I was obligated to buy this, too) but is really good and catchy and fun and Let Us Face It, '5 Colours In Her Hair' and 'Obviously' are such notable Choons that it would be a shame for McFly NOT to play to a crowd of screaming girls. This tells us that teenagers are good and also have okay tastes in music.

Ne-Yo
'For the ladies' - similar to McFly, but smoother and more mature and with better moves and less terrible hair. He is the thinking 14-year-old's crush.

Basshunter
'For those who believe that music that sounds better as a ringtone' - basically quite a lot of people, then. Surely it is Highly Illegal for Basshunter to play in front of impressionable Youths after 'those pictures' that 'everyone has seen'? Soulja Boy is better, more fun and less 'naked on the internet'.

N-Dubz
'For the urbanites' - basically they couldn't afford a proper 'indie' garage act so Out Comes N-Dubz. They can't really rap but are popular with young people, so maybe teenagers aren't All We're Cracked Up To Be.

Miley Cyrus
'For the 7-17 year olds' - she ticks many a box, 'pretty' 'can sing' 'semi-nude photo scandal' etc. Her voice is fairly brilliant but a bit strange, Demi Lovato is so much better. Plus Demi Lovato is more interesting-looking. Like, Miley Cyrus does too much 'punching air' poses and 'manic jumping' in her videos. See for yourself.

Fallout Boy
'For the RAWKERS' - someone's got to speak for the minority. All those forgotten eyeliner-drenched kids with Proper Black Skinny Jeans have a voice and Pete Wentz provides the bassline. 'SOCIETY WIL DIE IF U LIKE FALLOUT BOY', maybe.

It seems there is a lot more for Girls than Boys, Fallout Boy could possibly be appreciated by a white male aged 15 but Really, we have to give the pubescent boys of London some credit, they deserve more, they deserve to be represented in this magnificent spectacle we call 'BBC SWITCH LIVE' - welcome, Ladies and Gentlemen, this is GEORGE SAMPSON. He'll be entertaining your teenage boys this afternoon. 10/10. He appeals to everyone because he does very little and smiles quite a lot.

BBC Switch Live might be a bit fun.

^^ this is pretty decent

Tuesday

Only 3 Years Late: 'Digging to America', Anne Tyler, Vintage





























Tracklisting:

1. Baltimore

2. Airport Waiting Room, Waiting

3. South Korean Baby

4. Someone Else's Korean Baby

5. Arrival Pyjama Party

6. Phonebook Stalkers (The Way You Used To Do It)

7. Two Families Raking Some Leaves

8. Ill-In-Laws

9. Awkward Love Affair B'tween Old Folk

10. Iranian-American

11. Didn't Read This Far

12. Tyler Is A Sweet Typist

Page where 9/11 is mentioned:

T'wards the end.

When we will study 'Andy McNab' in English Literature:

Never. LUKE. They are never going to introduce his dumb books as a set text. Never. Not even the Welsh board.

Possible reason for my disinterest:

Traumatic childhood experience.

Better things to buy with £7.99:

Buy 22 Dime bars and some cheap bubblegum.

Bands with better 17th albums:

Pram, Radiohead, The Rolling Stones, Slipknot, RZA.

15500/20000.

a note to mr charlie lyne

AMAZING.

(does he even read this?)

Friday

Basically, I review a bunch of emails Hadouken! have sent me

(Psst... happy birthday on Wednesday, Sinister!)


WATCH HADOUKEN! AT READING 2008

Blown away by Hadouken!'s 2008 Reading performance? Maybe you weren't one of the lucky ones who bought, blagged, stole or crashed the festival?

Well now you can watch the full set by clicking below.

ENJOY!



No. I didn't go to Reading. I don't want to go to Reading. Ever. (Much.) So I'm not going to watch it. Thanks for catering for my demographic.

0/10.

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In email view, you can't read it because the background is white. Thus rendering it useless. For reading, or forwarding. To yr friends. So when you win tickets to the festival, you have noone to go with. Sucks to be lonely.

0/10.


ASK HADOUKEN!

Amazing scenes! Hadouken! play Reading and Leeds festivals this weekend.

To celebrate we're running a special competition where you'll be able to ask the band ANYTHING you want and the filmed answers will be available just for you lucky listers.

All you need to do is email hadouken@atlanticrecords.co.uk - using the subject 'Ask Hadouken' - with the question you most want answered by the band. We'll pick the best ones, ask the questions and film the answers. Make sure you include your full name too so we can accredit the question to you.

It's that simple! Get your thinking caps on to come up with the perfect question as this may be your only chance to get it answered!



Why? Like, unless you're 12 and you really love Hadouken!. That would be okay, I guess.

2/10.


HADOUKEN ADDED TO THE iTUNES FESTIVAL 2008 - APPLY FOR TICKETS NOW!

Hadouken! have joined the bill of the 2008 iTunes Festival taking place at London's Koko throughout July.

They will be performing on Thursday 3rd July with support coming to be announced shortly.

You can apply for tickets to the gig right now by heading to www.ituneslive.co.uk


Due to the intimate setting of the gig tickets will be hot property, so make sure you apply as soon as possible to be in with a chance of getting to the gig.

See you there!

NEW MERCH!

We've have added even more swag to the official online store for you to kit yourself out with and show everyone your true Hadouken! colours. You can see a selection of the new merch on sale below and click HERE to head to store to get yours today!




So the 'sending all-white emails thing' is a long-term issue. At least Hadouken! are offering you the opportunity to get beaten up for $25 and a bout of credit-card-fraud-enduced glandular fever. Plus, they've discovered how to HTML-format emails so you can get pictures in. Nice.

3/10.

Overall: 5/40. Like, 12.5% or something. Sucks, because I used to REALLY LIKE Hadouken!'s bastard pop exuberance.

Saturday

a dissection of 'glamour' 'for' 'better'

Aren't they delightfully repugnant in their own Almost Cool Private School way? Don't they reek of post Test Icicles, bor(e)derline 'nu raaave' fatigue? Aren't they pretty?
Glamour For Better are a band. This is a shame, because their collective talent as a group of human beings is being really, really, unimaginably lovely to look at. This, in turn, means that live shows are clearly better than their countless (rubbish) albums and countless (rubbish) singles and countless (rubbish) EPs. Live, you can forget about the music and just watch the lead singer jump around. It's really brilliant.
I told the aforementioned lead singer that the band's music sounded like Test Icicles and he seemed grateful, or disinterested, or drunk. I couldn't quite tell. I don't think he sensed that 'sounded like' would have been followed by '..a bad parody of' if I was slightly less polite and was Okay with letting the conversation get both unpleasant and awkward. To say that they sound like a hilarious hybrid of Klaxons, Test Icicles, Foals, Lethal Bizzle, blah, blah like a 'Best Of '06' NME club mix seems far too easy - they incorporate elements of screamy year 8 Kerrang hardcore and techno/electro/pop/dance/Hadouken synths. It's like Trash Fashion. It's like Partyshank. It's basically like a lot of truly terrible music.
The cherry on the icing of the cake is the song, 'Shape Cutting Catalyst'. 'Ooh, fancy name. They must be clever and educated and intelligent. But the song is so fun and dancey! Oh, this band really has it all.' Music isn't usually irritating ; it's either pointless or out-of-tune or infuriating or just rubbish, but this gem of a 'tune' manages to Drive You Up The Wall. In between overedited vox effects, you hear words like 'blud' and 'bubble' and 'big up' and 'gyals'. It should be the anthem for the 'Hug A Hoody' campaign, playing in the background while David Cameron puts on 'bling' and 'talks hood' to 'the yout'. 'Give us your number, or not' half-raps the lead singer. I will, but promise not to make me come to your next gig. Please.

Thursday

and the answer is...

Hello! I am here! I wrote something FTZ. Well, I wrote two things. You can vote on which is the least coherent. If like thirty people vote then I might give someone some of this Tesco's Dark Chocolate. It's not so nice. Sorry but I am going to be going Away again tomorrow, for a week. Fret not. I will zine hard.

The first thing I wrote was a review of the theme music for the BBC's coverage of the 2008 Olympics which are going on still, I think, in China.

It is bleepy. You do not hear it for very long so you cannot do the music journalist thing of re-listening to it forever until someone from the internet pops up to tell you what yr. opinion should be. It is better than some really old classical piece aimed to give the Sporting Event an elegant feel. It is typical of the BBC's animated children's television and sporting adverts of late. It sounds like Crystal Castles if one of Crystal Castles was called Jimmy. It is more suited to the Olympics than, to say, GCSE Bitesize revision game webiste thing adverts. Which you can never find when you go on the website. Which I will never go on again because my GCSEs are so over today, today I got y results, I even attained an A grade for my superfluous efforts in Latin. I did well like the British cyclists. I hope I am not feeling pride (please don't call me racist).


Then I wrote something about Mirah but Scout Niblett sort of butted into it as well because I was listening to Scout Niblett. This is Scout Niblett:

























She is fantastic. I might write something else about Mirah, like proper Reviews of her and all. Then she can go on the cover.

Mirah vs Scout Niblett

One could accuse both Mirah and Scout Niblett of sorcery. Scout Niblett has got it down. She even sings "thine" instead of the plain "yr.". Mirah's got something too, and I recall finding Body Below reminiscent of Gowns, Recommendations of Casiotone For The Painfully Alone (if female) and selected other moments as cold and yet as warmly majestic as Björk. Scout Niblett doesn't hold herself in so much. Hear "Baby Emma". She sings: "Do what you will, supposed outsiders of my soul". I am thinking of the three albums I have. Mirah's C'mon Miracle, Mirah's Advisory Committee and Scout Niblett's This Fool Can Die Now.

Mirah occupies more of the outsider role. Her name is less heavy than Ed Harcourt's. Ed went to school with my Latin teacher. I was the only person in my class to know who he was. Then, even I wouldn't've known Mirah. Maybe this ignorance caused my Latin teacher to run off to Australia with my old English teacher. Either way, he left, and I got an A in Latin. It's all worked out just fine. (An A in Latin is nearly a miracle). With album covers like Mirah's for these two albums (I had to Google-image-search them because Abby put them on to one disc for me, but don't worry because I told Mirah and Sony BMG about this and they were really cool) you can tell instantly that either she's wholly worthwhile and that you can listen to her with great pleasure - or that her music is cruddy and little. I think it is the former. Mirah 3 - 2 Prinzhorn Dance School. (Björk 19 - 17 The Fall).

Is that the very Prince himself I hear? Scout Niblett gets in all the right places, I mean, her album cover shouts "Devendra Banhart But With Awe Due". Her indie musicianship ties in perfectly with being photographed with Steve Gullick. In the pack of cards her dimensions are all askew and she STICKS OUT.

















Mirah - C'mon Miracle
10

















Mirah - Advisory Committee
7
(Picture of an unrelated advisory committee)



















Scout Niblett - This Fool Can Die Now
9

Wednesday

yo soy pedro, y soy un hipster

'Back' and stuff, our hotel was in the Cool bit of Barcelona with all the vintage shops and record stores and everyone was beautiful and I went to American Apparel because it was air conditioned and met a Hoxtonite who 'wanted to work in television' and 'used to be a model' and it was Thrilling. P.Rob asked me to do Another Week in PJ, which may or may not be fun but must be Done. Mirah hasn't replied yet. Where is Phil? Why do we have to get our results back tommorow?

Pah.

Tuesday

HEALTH hate free jazz and tribal funk

Last things before I go on a plane and maybe die, maybe ;
Health are the best band alive and words actually FAIL ME when I attempt to describe how painfully, brutally, enchantingly awesome they are (okay, words did not fail me this time but Yeah). Also, The Ring guy is lovely but not as lovely as BJ who made a joke about my book and it was brilliant and I want to marry him. John - 'BJ is quite beastly'. 'You' 'heard' 'it' 'here' 'first'.

It was raining and I got really soaked but it was fun and I ran to various train stations and bought a Low CD because it was cheap and pretended to look interested in Rough Trade. Incidentally, there was someone next to me who was doing an interview with someone and I am wondering if they were Famous or Good or Rubbish.

'Walk Like An Egyptian' is a really, really, really good song, as is 'All That She Wants' by Ace Of Base. They aren't even guilty pleasures, they're just Choons. Erdem's autumn/winter collection is beautiful. 'Piracy funds Terrorism' is stupendous. Luke Wright remains awesome, Ross Sutherland remains innovative and Panda Bear remains exceptional. Agyness Deyn is irrelevant and obsolete. I am, as well, but I didn't get voted 'Best Dressed' so it doesn't matter.

Here is Erykah Badu ;

GOODBYE. XX

Sunday

becoming

since this Blog is becoming less of a Zine Blog and more of a look-see blog (totally cool), may I just say that you, as in, you, whoever is reading, as in, it could be someone else, couldn't it, need to love The Mountain Goats, already.

they're the band of what I will now refer to as The Erstwhile John Darnielle. if you do a google image search for him there's such a cute picture of him with a piglet.


















he's done a zine in the past and does this blog. the new album from The Mountain Goats is called 'Heretic Pride' and the first song is called 'Sax Rohmer #1', but they have quite a number of albums. the zine has the same name as the blog, and was printed, and he really is a great, great writer.

he's also really great at writing songs. not one of these casual, lame indie / folk singers who has to touch base with all the right reference points - he is powerful and exactly on point emotionally, just hear 'The Sunset Tree' and marvel, and I quite like The Mountain Goats in a similar way to that in which I like Xiu Xiu.

aside from him therefore being a total hero, I mentioned at the top that This Blog Lost Momentum and it is my fault so I am going to write something. I think I became a bit of an idiot and I've written some poems, but that was mainly for a competition, but I was so dashed when I remembered we needed a Serious Music Perspective and that we Can't Go Overboard On Poetry And Recipes, which is cool because, like, it's crap, anyway. maybe we should have a hitlist of things (bands) to promote.

Friday

'i grew up in colchester, where very little culture stirs'

Luke Wright, who is a brilliant poet and all-round good chap, and who is solely responsible for all the brilliant poetry at Latitude Festival. 'Laura Brown' is a poem of his that actually made me weep on the first listen, but I am a Stereotypical Girl so am I forgiven? Yes, yes I am. He is also in a very very good poetry collective called Aisle16, and has written a funny book with someone else called 'Who Writes This Crap?' which is like if V*CE was actually good at irony and sarcasm and was witty enough to write a rhyme like;

"Down in the parking lot the queues become unsettled
By the sort of folk who call The Darkness 'Heavy Metal'.
There’s trainee middle managers, the PR media type
Debt consolidating, administrating fans of Michael Stipe."
or
"But teenage girls were easy to impress.
Just paraphrase the Manics and their views on 'otherness'
and you'll get your greasy paw on many a nubile breast,
But alas,
Just like a teenage boy I knew it couldn't last,
And after years of avoiding my fellow man, I arrived at an impass -
University, a casanova's hell
Where all the other girly boys wrote poetry as well."

Other good things in spoken word are Dockers MC, who toured with Kate Nash time ago and probably outshone her in every way, John Hegley who does awesome deadpan beat poetry and is from Luton which is renowned for its stabbings and not its thriving poetry 'scene' (do 4 poets sitting in a bar discussing John Cooper Clarke count as a scene?) and Byron Vincent, a slam poet, who looks like he should be in a rubbish indie band but thankfully decided to be a poet who merely dabbles in Garageband-penned beats. Polar Bear is so, so, so brilliant, it's Quite Unnerving listening to his monotone raps because he spews some of the most fantastic and intelligent poetry ever, greatly introspective but completely unpretentious (unlike me right now) and quiet and shy and just, wow, but he should maybe not stick guitars under his raps because it sounds like The Streets, which is Bad. Seriuz.
In non-spoken word things, Lackthereof (Menomena's frontman's 'side project') is like Lycanthropy-era Patrick Wolf and it gives me great joy to type those words because 'lycanthropy-era patrick wolf' is the best kind of Patrick Wolf, all flighty and innovative and fierce and magical. Estupendo.

Thursday

Oh, V*CE...

An Overview

Too obvious, I know, but truly brilliant. Really, where would we be without V*CE? How would we know who to laugh at? There would be (dare I say it) random acts of unpretentious Happenings all over the world, there would be no order and chaos would grip the hipsters of the world. Spontaneous, logical choices! Totally fucking out this season, yeah? Yeah!
Highlights include :
  1. Laughing at ugly people
  2. Trivialising lesbianinsm (worse than FHM, worse than Playboy, this is actually self-aware, supposedly ironic degradation of maybe the worst lesbian ever) ps. the comments are hilarious, "HAIRY WOMEN RULE!!! 100,000 years women have been hairy, hairless is just a fad".
  3. Porn. Nothing more and nothing less. The third one's quite pretty, but WHAT IS THE POINT THIS IS IRRELEVANT DAMN YOU V*CE WHY DO YOU SUCK SO MUCH.
  4. More porn. Basically all of this is gratuitous indie porn. Really? Really. The worst thing about this is the male cameraman who has the most rapey voice ever, it will haunt me.
  5. Incest. "Here’s one thing us guys with no sisters will never get. How can you not want to fuck them—at all. Like, if you had a sister that looked like this and you walked into her room and she’s putting on long white socks how can it not just flash through your mind even for one second?" I really didn't think they would go there, but they actually went there. Good God.
  6. Blasphemy. 'Because God stopped being cool when Jesus died' and stuff.
  7. Something...about..tabards. 'It’s become the armor of cleaning ladies, café waitresses, and chip-shop girls', apparently. No 'witty' aside needed.

And to end, the most V*CE sentence ever, lifted from their truly delightful weekly mailout that I am still subscribed to because I need midweek cheer -

"See photos from the opening of The Vice Photo Book exhibition at the Jago Gallery in Shoreditch. "

shoreditch, VICE, photo, gallery, exhibition, opening...gah.

Tuesday

Important things and other things that aren't as important

1. Mercury 'Music Prize'

Adele - 19
British Sea Power - Do You Like Rock Music?
Burial - Untrue
Elbow - The Seldom Seen Kid
Estelle - Shine
Last Shadow Puppets - The Age of the Understatement
Laura Marling - Alas I Cannot Swim
Neon Neon - Stainless Style
Portico Quartet - Knee Deep in the North Sea
Radiohead - In Rainbows
Rachel Unthank & The Winterset - The Bairns
Robert Plant & Alison Kraus - Raising Sand

All consistent 8/10 albums, no hip-hop, no grime, a fairly dull list of uninspiring 'nice' music. Where is the punch? Where is MIA? 'Representing the British music scene at the moment' doesn't necessarily mean drawing up a list of fairly popular, fairly alright bands with fairly alright albums because that is boring and music right now isn't boring, it is fun and exciting and makes you want to jump up and/or down because it is really, really Good.
ON THE OTHER HAND....

2. Popjustice £20 Music Prize

'A&E' - Goldfrapp
'About You Now' - Sugababes
'Bleeding Love' - Leona Lewis
'Call The Shots' - Girls Aloud
'Dance Wiv Me' - Dizzee Rascal feat Calvin Harris
'Flux' - Bloc Party
'Money' - Daggers
'That's Not My Name' - The Ting Tings
'Valerie' - Mark Ronson feat Amy Winehouse
'Ready For The Floor' - Hot Chip'
Song 4 Mutya (Out Of Control)' - Groove Armada feat Mutya Buena
'Stuck On Repeat' - Little Boots

!!!!!!!!!!!! All classics, I mean, Song 4 Mutya's even in there. And Bleeding Love. And Hot Chip. Ting Tings, though...well, at least the Ting Tings will never write a post punk 'masterpiece', which is admirable.

3. Lack of NME // V*ce magazines, general exhaustion and low literary self esteem, long list of 'To Do's and falling out of favour with mentors. Dead batteries and broken dictaphones, annoyance at not seeing Interpol, Lovefoxx from CSS talking really fast and Brazillian and incoherently. Blah, blah, and also, blah.

Monday

a cold evening for sleuthing

A cold evening's sleuthing has revealed firstly that Ex Models are actually alright, and secondly that Prurient produces harsher noise than Kylie Minoise. Sorry, Kylie. We used scales, and everything.

Also:

"Conflicting edits

There was more than one attempt to edit this resource at the same time. This may have been because you double clicked on a link or a button or because someone else is also editing this blog or post."


Congratulations are in order.

On The Ting Tings

» Someone we had in for work experience recently explained that she and her friends do not like The Ting Tings for the following reason: "she wears a hat on stage and he looks like a paedophile". (??!)

Micah P Hinson Live Review

Basically, when my zinemate wasn't there, I couldn't find it.

I ended up outside the Old Blue Last.

I was more lost than I'd ever been before. I also blended better than I'd ever done before.

At this point I got worried and boarded the nearest whizzy beneath-the-surface train homewards.

On the way back, I realised that 'Recommendations' by Mirah sounds like Casiotone for the Painfully Alone if he were female, and that 'Body Below' by Mirah sounds like Gowns, and that 'Cold Cold Water' by Mirah sounds like the best Bjork song she never sung.

mmm, FTZ maybe. maybe. probably not.

Patronising 'women's journalism'

(am feeling suitably venomous and bored of everyone being on holiday and running off with attractive Europeans whilst I am looking for pictures of the elusive faux-Grecian drape dress by Isabel Toledo, so this will have to do.)


There is only one music website that is worse than DrownedinSound.com (no link provided, luckily, one wouldn't want to increase its page rank) - the 'brilliantly titled' Lipster.com. Though it loses the stifling air of pretension that hangs over aforementioned website like a canopy, the (almost) shield against sense is replaced by a far more poisonous literary atmosphere - one of comfort food, comfort telly, comfort clothing. One of 'it's a women's site, for women, by women! We promise!'. But most importantly, one of, 'look! we're women! we don't really care that much about all this faffing around with experimental drone and ambient techno, give us a Youtube video of Patrick Wolf displaying his manhood and we're happy! We're not serious! Come sit down and have some tea, let's have a gossip, we're only women after all!!!!!'

"On the Lipster you can expect to read youtube-riddled pieces about Madge, Wino, Lily and Eurovision one minute and Bon Iver, Super Furries and Indiana Jones the next" Brilliant! A posh perez hilton (no capitals, NEVER CAPITALS, the man is fictitious)! With a vagina! I can get my 'daily fix' of 'madge' and 'wino', because I'm a woman, and this is the kind of thing we like! Mike Diver and Sean Adams (DiS overlords) must be bloody brilliant with women, because they really do have them 'sussed'. The whole sordid affair was probably thought up on a drunken afternoon in the DiS office, when the remote control was lost and the satellite was busted so ITV was constantly playing, and suddenly, majestically, out of the pre-watershed reactionary ramblings of Jeremy Kyle (oooh, I love him, me. What a hunk!!!) came the Modern Voice Of Feminism And Petty Arguments About Men, Loose Women.

"Brilliant! This is just what we need. DiS is a testosterone magnet, we need pink, we need fluffy, we need something for The Women," cried Diver.
And to that, Adams replied, "It shall be called The Lipster. And it shall be brassy and sassy, because I heard Sarah Jessica Parker say those words in the movie and they sound apt. Go, now, Michael! I must review Johnny Foreigner's album again, giving it a higher score!"

The site screams 'HIPSTER HOUSEWIFE' - while Diver interviews Serious Music people (Primal Scream, Ratatat, Wild Beasts), Lipster gets the enviable exclusive of interviewing Kat Von D (famous boyfriend, naturally) and Gok Wan (fashion person, yeah? We're women, remember? That's what we do!?!?)*

"How much fun can you have on 900 calories?" asks the headline. Not much, apparently. Baked beans for every meal, leaving us gaunt. Oh, us women care a lot about staying thin, don't we? Oh, we are silly, aren't we? Just writing to inform, though, have to please the womanly masses. Though, does DiS have articles on erectile dysfunction? Articles relating to Men and Their Musical Needs, like gratuitous news features (with pictures, OBVIOUSLY) about Lily Allen looking 'buff' with her new pink hair are plentiful, however. It seems The Lipster and DiS are merely fingers on the same hand, both patronising - one is subtle and underhand, under the guise of jokey irreverence, the other, a step back in the struggle for the acceptance of women in music journalism, or indeed, any form of journalism. Ohhh, women, eh? We're only good for telly and food, after all. Brilliant.



*Bjork interview, though. That's quite nice.

Saturday

Review: The Croydon Festival

Poor.

My friends who I saw were good, though.

The sound was AWFUL.

It rained, which wasn't so bad, everyone got free 'macs', then it didn't and it was sunny.

I didn't stick around for the Stereo MCs because they sounded rubbish and then anyway lots of people went to the pub so I went too.

I didn't see Superman Revenge Squad because when I went to his stage there was just bad 'community' based rap instead.

Worst thing I saw was a rapper who performed with the 'flutebox'er. Because it's not really smart to diss the Labours, Bushes, Conservatives and 'Liberals' of this world and 'represent' peace if yr next lyric happens to be condoning sexual assault.

Bring back De La Soul. Or put Lyanna Austin actually on the good stage where there should be good sound. Or Cellar Door because they were quite good.

x

Preview: The Croydon Festival

Stereo MCs and Finlay Quaye HEADLINE, not in that order.

Lots of my friendz are playing and going.

I have a really big blister.

I should be there.

x

Monday

Review - POBAW

Perks Of Being A Wallflower, Stephen Chbosky.

Oh, Stephen Chbosky. You wrote a passable account of teenage life in the early 1990s without too much intelligence or imagination and suddenly millions of awkward teenagers see your book as their Bible. Well done for perpetuating the MTV SEX DRUGS ROCK N' ROLL WEEZER BEVERLY HILLS pop-punk Charlie Ralph myth. It probably wasn't intentional, but constant references to The Smiths, Smashing Pumpkins and Nirvana mean that POBAW is always going to be stuck in that 'young adult fiction' category, where it seems that authors can write complete shit about one-dimensional characters and get away with it in the name of 'growing up'. You were the literary equivalent of The Feeling - quite good, but Chris Moyles is a fan, so all are red-faced when the 'Sewn' 7" is found in one's record collection.
The cliches are nearly almost endless. Charlie, the chronically introverted narrator, writes for a fanzine, run by a feminist riot-grrrl. Chbosky is practically yelling 'IT'S 1992, PEOPLE. DIY PUNK IS SO HOT RIGHT NOW!!' It's too relevant to be endearing and too much like Catcher In The Rye to be interesting. Charlie isn't likeable enough to hold your attention. They all listen to music and get drunk and smoke pot and cry all the time. The best bit is when he takes LSD. It's Skins, but even worse.
There's a pretty girl he can't have and a gay guy and nightly screenings of the Rocky Horror Picture Show. It's like the best teen movie ever. But it's still on that teen movie level. There's a lot of child abuse, though. You don't see much of that in Judd Apatow coming-of-age rom-coms.
Aforementioned molesting is the only real 'redeeming' quality (how strange) because it creates something that resembles depth in a book riddled with GAPING PLOT HOLES and other terrible things. The blurb is bad enough,
'Standing on the fringes of life offers a unique perspective. But there comes a time to see what it looks like from the dancefloor'. And then ; 'The world of first dates, family dramas and new friends. The world of sex, drugs, and the Rocky Horror Picture Show, where all you need is that perfect song on that perfect drive to feel infinite.'
It's like something off Postsecret.com, which should be nice and intriguing and A Window Into Humanity, but it's a bit unsettling and unfortunate and makes you feel a bit sorry for a generation that thinks Charlie an emblem of youth.

Wednesday

Visually and aurally offensive in equal measure: writing as flaccid as a lit turd

Thank you, NME, for Tim Jonze's Lightning Bolt review. This was printed circa 2006, and I think I only have 4 editions from that year. Most of them have some sort of reasoning behind their longevity in my files: for instance, one has a full-page Two Gallants review, and this one has a Lightning Bolt review. Yes, a Lightning Bolt review! In (modern) NME! Of course, there's no time wasted in informing the unsuspecting member of the general public who's picked up this magazine that they're different. I'm not sure if it ranks up there with Gay Against You reviews which end "...but everyone else seemed to enjoy it", but it is inspirationally insipid. Apparently all their songs blend into one, and apparently wearing earplugs at (noise rock) gigs is like watching porn blindfolded, or masturbating under local anaesthetic. Thank latter day Guardian scribe Tim Jonze for these analogies. I seem to recall from other NMEs the frivolity of our Tim covering Glastonbury when there was no Glastonbury (reporting a feature story of cow and field related frolics) and dressing up as an emo kid (half the words in this post could be italicised, btw) only to realise he wasn't going to get picked on by drunks and subsequently get drunk himself. Yeah, take that, journalism! Where was Neil Kulkarni when Justice vs Simian's We Are Your Friends came out? Anyway, get some of this Lightning Bolt review down yr earholes. But don't tell Brian Chippendale.


























In case you cannae read it:

Tim Jonze
NME, 10 June 2006

Lightning Bolt,
The Luminaire, London
Sunday, May 28

Tense, nervous headache? Why not go and see The World's Scariest, Loudest Most Fucked-up Noise-rock Duo (TM). That'll cure it!

It's an hour before Lightning Bolt are due onstage and NME is suffering from a terrible migraine. Let us explain the ramifications of this. When we're having a migraine, even a tender embrace from NME's girlfriend feels like 17,000 stampeding woolly mammoths are raping my brain. And now we have to endure The World's Scariest, Loudest, Most Fucked-up Noise-rock Duo (TM). For what seems like about 17 weeks. Great.

Lightning Bolt seem to be on pretty frightening form tonight. They forget to put us on the guest list (scary!), set up their kit in the middle of the crowd (revolutionary!) and mutter something incomprehensible through their broken microphone (yikes!). Then, they open their set with 'Dracula Mountain'. Ha! Get the joke? As if anyone could actually tell what song they're playing - they all sound identical; like your innards are being sexually molested by the National Grid. It's a series of increasingly painful squeals and electroconvulsive therapy that somehow mutate themselves into one long, grotesque, punishing rhythm. If you could hear yourself think, you might say, "This is what The Velvet Underground's 'Sister Ray' would have sounded like if they weren't such play-it-safe wusses."

You might also think how it must be pretty annoying being The World's Scariest, Loudest, Most Fucked-up Noise-rock Duo (TM) and having to play gigs for an audience politer than your average Keane gig. Honestly! Down in "the moshpit" people are nodding their heads and adjusting their thick-rimmed spectacles. Other people are wearing earplugs. Earplugs! Isn't that like watching porm while blindfolded? Or masturbating under local anaesthetic? Why on earth would you wear hearing protection to see a band whose only purpose is to deafen you?

Anyway, none of this really matters because, as Lightning Bolt continue to bash out their collection repulsive noises, the electric bolts of shredded noise start leaping from their guitar and drumkit and begin to remould NME's brain, removing the migraine bits and leaving the nice bits that think about stuff like ice-cream and Darjeeling tea in the process. And then the migraine completely evaporates! Which means that Lightning Bolt have actually sucked the pain directly out of our brain, fed it through their FX pedals and blasted our agony straight out across Kilburn High Road tube station. You certainly don't get that kind of thing with The Kooks. So we go outside and, hey, we're cured! Which means NME now has the brainspace to wonder: "Did we just see the future of subversive, mid-mangling noise? Or was it just two very strange men playing the same song over and over again very loudly for the benefit of some middle-class graphic design students?" And we just can't tell.

--


(Plenty of things you could comment on. For now - I've just downloaded iTunes and am setting about filling my iPod with The Fall. Said iPod is currently adorned with a sticker of Bulgarian footballer Daniel Borimov, circa World Cup 2008, because it was the best thing I could find. So... comment to follow later, on a review that misses the point of Lightning Bolt completely and shows an immense lack of preparation, yet does well to include some semblance of story - loud, the people are funny, I had a headache.)

Illo 4 Rillo

You should see my syndicated stuff!

(Sorry for the language. This was my old Physics book.)







Bride of Frankspencerstein; other treats

















































(L&C refers to 'Love & Caring' which I thought would be a neat name for this, probably the most haphazard pseudozine ever doodled)

Tuesday

'No Logo'? Shame.

Things I did when I should've been learning about learning. I chose to 'sap the joy' from my life instead. I'm not taking advice from a 35 year old who thinks it is Totally Fine and Okay to sport a quiff.



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