Well, my promise to spend more time doing Internetty-type things didn't pan out too well, did it? I would make excuses but the fact is that, on the whole, I've just been falling asleep before I get to come online which isn't a very rock-and-roll excuse so let's just pretend it's because I've been snorting coke off the tits of the Australian Olympic Beach Volleyball team whilst nailing a triple-jointed pole-dancer doggy-style and simultaneously high-fiving Samuel L 'Motherfucking' Jackson and receiving a text message from Lemmy proclaiming 'YOU DA MAN DAWG!'.
Snakes on a Plane bitch, ain't nothing you can do.
Anyhow, what have I been up to recently, I hear you ask (in my miiiiiind)? Well first of all there was the big SG shennanigans in London two saturdays back that was much fun. The only problem being The Ship really is getting a bit too small for all of us. Although somewhere like Henry J Beans is deader than Jesus and half as rowdy, when there's around 40 smut-crazed buffoons packing the place out, then we tend to bring our own atmosphere. Anyhow, it was a fun night, I didn't get to speak to ahlf as many people as I would have liked, and then I spent a horrifying night sleeping next to thenonstopdancer. Eep.
Anyhow, last wednesday I went to see Alkaline Trio at the Brixton Academy and I can honestly say it was more disappointing then having a beautiful, dangerous woman ride you harder than a mechanical bull and then get up and run away as you reach vinegar strokes. I'd never seen Alkaline Trio play before and from what I could tell, they were playing up a storm, and doing a pretty good set as well. The problem is, the sound was so fucking abysmal that I might as well have listened to the gig with a tin bucket over my head. I'm not going to the Academy again for a while if I can at all avoid it.
This weekend I was down in Brighton, both to see various people down there whom I adore (and also McK) and to attend the Brighton Comic Expo. It was a fun weekend, and I spent far too much money on graphic novels. My only complaint is that I wanted some far more extravagently retarded nerds. I didn't spot a single cosplayer, although I did get to listen in on a hilariously bad attempt by a big fat nerd to pick up a girl working at one of the stalls, or to at least show he was capable of interacting socially with human females.
"Yeah, so, I was just wondering if Dave's Comics was the same thing as Dave's Comic Exchange that was in the exact same spot five years ago when I used to live here"
"Ummm... yes, it's still the same management"
"Aah, cause I moved away when I got a much better-paid job a while ago, and I'm just back down in Brighton to visit some friends. I don't even read comics that much anymore, ho ho ho, I kind of grew out of them. How about you? What do you like to do?"
"If you don't read comics, what are you doing at a comics expo?"
"... That's a good questions!" *leaves*
It was a rather lovely weekend spent in excellent company all told, with added excitement on the way back then Nerfertari's car threatened to explode.
Anyhow, now that's out of the way:
BIG POPPA CREAMY'S AUDIO GOODNESS
Yes, I finally decided on what to call it. And no, it was none of your suggestions. Because they were shit. Anyway, to the music!
Portobella - Covered in Punk - I don't think I've ever listened to a song more full of filthy, filthy innuendo in quite some time. Seriously, you don't get much better than "I'm covered in punk, I'm sticky like glue, I'm covered in everything we do." This one's a shouty, leering 3-minute slice of booty-shaking dance/pop/punk that's led by some rather nifty riffing and the knowing, girly abrasiveness of the lead singer. Good stuff.
The Weakerthans - Aside - Now bear with me, but this one's a little bit emo... no! Wait! Come back! Give it a chance you bastards! So maybe the lyrics wander a little into obtuse self-pity, but the song itself has quite a bit of life to it. Rather than the morose acoustic noodlings of Dashboard Confessional *spit*, Aside is a surpisingly bouncy tune which really kicks into life at the chorus, that's turned into a moody emotional pogo-stick by the lyrics (which do have the occasional nice turn of phrase). This is a song for trudging to work in the freezing cold to.
The Pillows - Crazy Sunshine - From one extreme to the other. I first heard of The Pillows from watching FLCL, an anime series that is much like having pure liquid rock-and-roll crazy poured over your brain. For example, this song is taken from a scene where the hero is standing atop an enormous factory shaped like a kettle and using a magical fender strat to bat away a 50-foot baseball thrown from a robotic hand in low orbit. Yes. Seriously. Anyhow, it's a mellow, but very happy, boppy bit of Japanese rock. I have no idea what the lyrics are like, beause they're in bloody Japanese. Still. Good stuff.
Snakes on a Plane bitch, ain't nothing you can do.
Anyhow, what have I been up to recently, I hear you ask (in my miiiiiind)? Well first of all there was the big SG shennanigans in London two saturdays back that was much fun. The only problem being The Ship really is getting a bit too small for all of us. Although somewhere like Henry J Beans is deader than Jesus and half as rowdy, when there's around 40 smut-crazed buffoons packing the place out, then we tend to bring our own atmosphere. Anyhow, it was a fun night, I didn't get to speak to ahlf as many people as I would have liked, and then I spent a horrifying night sleeping next to thenonstopdancer. Eep.
Anyhow, last wednesday I went to see Alkaline Trio at the Brixton Academy and I can honestly say it was more disappointing then having a beautiful, dangerous woman ride you harder than a mechanical bull and then get up and run away as you reach vinegar strokes. I'd never seen Alkaline Trio play before and from what I could tell, they were playing up a storm, and doing a pretty good set as well. The problem is, the sound was so fucking abysmal that I might as well have listened to the gig with a tin bucket over my head. I'm not going to the Academy again for a while if I can at all avoid it.
This weekend I was down in Brighton, both to see various people down there whom I adore (and also McK) and to attend the Brighton Comic Expo. It was a fun weekend, and I spent far too much money on graphic novels. My only complaint is that I wanted some far more extravagently retarded nerds. I didn't spot a single cosplayer, although I did get to listen in on a hilariously bad attempt by a big fat nerd to pick up a girl working at one of the stalls, or to at least show he was capable of interacting socially with human females.
"Yeah, so, I was just wondering if Dave's Comics was the same thing as Dave's Comic Exchange that was in the exact same spot five years ago when I used to live here"
"Ummm... yes, it's still the same management"
"Aah, cause I moved away when I got a much better-paid job a while ago, and I'm just back down in Brighton to visit some friends. I don't even read comics that much anymore, ho ho ho, I kind of grew out of them. How about you? What do you like to do?"
"If you don't read comics, what are you doing at a comics expo?"
"... That's a good questions!" *leaves*
It was a rather lovely weekend spent in excellent company all told, with added excitement on the way back then Nerfertari's car threatened to explode.
Anyhow, now that's out of the way:
BIG POPPA CREAMY'S AUDIO GOODNESS
Yes, I finally decided on what to call it. And no, it was none of your suggestions. Because they were shit. Anyway, to the music!
Portobella - Covered in Punk - I don't think I've ever listened to a song more full of filthy, filthy innuendo in quite some time. Seriously, you don't get much better than "I'm covered in punk, I'm sticky like glue, I'm covered in everything we do." This one's a shouty, leering 3-minute slice of booty-shaking dance/pop/punk that's led by some rather nifty riffing and the knowing, girly abrasiveness of the lead singer. Good stuff.
The Weakerthans - Aside - Now bear with me, but this one's a little bit emo... no! Wait! Come back! Give it a chance you bastards! So maybe the lyrics wander a little into obtuse self-pity, but the song itself has quite a bit of life to it. Rather than the morose acoustic noodlings of Dashboard Confessional *spit*, Aside is a surpisingly bouncy tune which really kicks into life at the chorus, that's turned into a moody emotional pogo-stick by the lyrics (which do have the occasional nice turn of phrase). This is a song for trudging to work in the freezing cold to.
The Pillows - Crazy Sunshine - From one extreme to the other. I first heard of The Pillows from watching FLCL, an anime series that is much like having pure liquid rock-and-roll crazy poured over your brain. For example, this song is taken from a scene where the hero is standing atop an enormous factory shaped like a kettle and using a magical fender strat to bat away a 50-foot baseball thrown from a robotic hand in low orbit. Yes. Seriously. Anyhow, it's a mellow, but very happy, boppy bit of Japanese rock. I have no idea what the lyrics are like, beause they're in bloody Japanese. Still. Good stuff.
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Sorry I couldn't be there!!