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Pop Comedy: Mr Fab’s endearingly daft “Cannibal Zombie Mom“. The rest of the album Bride of Monster Mashup is a mixed bag, but worth a look. “Satan.Omen.Death” is something quite special, as well, in fact. Someone has managed to make Diamanda Galas work in a mashup with Manowar, something I would not have thought possible…
Drum ‘n’ Bass : Dead Silence.
Retro Radio: From BoingBoing, 31 Old Radio Show Horror Stories.
When I realised that it’s been a long while I listened to Lush. Used to have them on cassette, never got around to getting CDs. All Emusic’ve got is the 2001 “Best Of” album, but it’ll do for right now…
And I’m parked at my desk, bored out of my mind fighting with yet another bloody spreadsheet. Trapped in a fucking New Town on the river between Chelsea and Wandsworth. Autumn has muscled its damp and miserable way in, seemingly overnight. The sky out the window behind me is a dishwater grey, throwing insipid spatters of dirty rain down, the Thames is reflecting it all back like a ribbon of apathy, and all buildings around here are the identikit modern flats they’re throwing up along the riverside.
And yet:
“Let’s run away and be so alive
Escape the drudgery of this nine to five
Shake, baby, shake, you know I can fit you in my arms”
Anyone else planning on going to Lost Vagueness’ “Night Of The Vaguely Dead” on the 28th? Alabama 3, Last Man Standing and Urban Voodoo Machine are all playing (all of whom are at least filed under “worth seeing” if not “bloody ace”). Plus, Casino, Cabaret and costumes!
When I realised that it’s been a long while I listened to Lush. Used to have them on cassette, never got around to getting CDs. All Emusic’ve got is the 2001 “Best Of” album, but it’ll do for right now…
And I’m parked at my desk, bored out of my mind fighting with yet another bloody spreadsheet. Trapped in a fucking New Town on the river between Chelsea and Wandsworth. Autumn has muscled its damp and miserable way in, seemingly overnight. The sky out the window behind me is a dishwater grey, throwing insipid spatters of dirty rain down, the Thames is reflecting it all back like a ribbon of apathy, and all buildings around here are the identikit modern flats they’re throwing up along the riverside.
And yet:
“Let’s run away and be so alive
Escape the drudgery of this nine to five
Shake, baby, shake, you know I can fit you in my arms”
My first Londonist review, of The Pipettes at Koko last Friday is up today.
The formatting’s a little odd, but it’s up. And pleasingly, has already been tagged as “Recommended” by a couple of people, who I’m pretty sure aren’t my mother.
Douglas Rushkoff informs that Robert Anton Wilson needs financial help just to die with a little dignity.
Wilson, for those that aren’t familiar with his work, was one of the great thinkers of the twentieth century. His writing was both sharp, and wise, and the fact that he seems to be dying in penury is both sickening and sad. If you can spare a few quid, stump up, please.
Douglas Rushkoff informs that Robert Anton Wilson needs financial help just to die with a little dignity.
Wilson, for those that aren’t familiar with his work, was one of the great thinkers of the twentieth century. His writing was both sharp, and wise, and the fact that he seems to be dying in penury is both sickening and sad. If you can spare a few quid, stump up, please.
Londonist loves the Pipettes, and who wouldn’t? With their Spector-influenced indie-pop and fifties/sixties school prom aestheic, and their modern cynicism, it’s not a surprise that they packed Koko to the rafters on Friday night.
What is a surprise is how quickly they’ve done it. In less that six months, they’ve gone from playing moderately sized student unions, to packing out a large venue as indie-pop darlings of the moment. And if we’re honest, it shows just a little. They’re the hot thing right now, and making the most of it, but you can tell they’re not entirely used to venue where the audience don’t have the room to move like their songs demand, or a gig where half the audience only respond to the singles, because that’s all they really know – there was a bit more urging the audience to move then there needed to be early on, which had them looking a little uncertain of themselves when they really, really don’t need to be…
Was it a bad gig? Not by any stretch – the girls delivered the uptempo pop wit that their records promise and looked marvellous in their new polka-dot dresses and if it took them a little longer than normal to get the audience fully on side, well, they did it in the end, judging by the roof-raising cheers for the encore. One suspects they just need a little time to adjust to their well-deserved new status, that’s all.
And if you missed them, well, they’re still fantastic, and you should catch them next time round. At this rate, they’ll be playing Wembley some time early next year, and you’ll be surrounded by people saying “yeah, I saw them when…”
