Monday 30 November 2009

Inspiration; an odd contraption

After having been stuck with how to properly proceed with my dissertation (deadline in 19 days time now) I was absent mindedly trawling around last.fm as usual when I remembered that the other day I saw a Tumblr. entry, (thanks christmasonthemoon) that mentioned Avey Tare's love for Texas Chain Saw Massacre. In trying to find the quote in order to laugh about how even my dissertation has become hipster I happened across the accompanying picture; a freeze frame from the movie.

This freeze frame in fact -



This photograph alone completely changed the content of my essay and several ideas, with sources to back them up, came flooding into my head. I've now got as many of them as I've been able to down on paper but I have lost some amidst sleep last night.

But, the moral of this story is that some times, some times, procastination is work's best friend.

Sunday 29 November 2009

Lookbook

Lookbook.

Don't look at lookbook.

it is depressing.

O2; Worst internet provider on earth.

Right now I am actually jealous of the download speeds people on 64kbps dialup get. It's also far more stable a connection.

As I type I am downloading a 9.1mb mp3 from Pitchfork's website, a legal and properly supported site with plenty allocated bandwidth and the download is soaring at 9.4kb/s, taking over 8 more minutes to download the remaining 70%.

I cannot bear the thought of having to pay them another penny for this abysmal service. I think there was better internet available to tribes native to Borneo in the 1940s.

Wednesday 25 November 2009

Oh. My. God.

These New Puritans - We Want War is one of THE greatest songs I have heard in a long time. It is absolutely massive. Every thing in this song is huge, especially the drums. I'm talking huger than the drums in Brother Sport by Animal Collective.

On their website, TNPS did state they were using huge Japanese drums on the album. Now I really cannot wait until January for their album to drop. I am already anticipating one of the best albums of next year.

I am genuinely breathtaken by the fact a band this amazing and inventive has come out of Southend. Their debut album is fantastic and all, but in comparison to We Want War it seems like a simple indie pop album. The loops and electronics seem to have taken a back seat as they genuinely get tribal. The sound of the song fits the name so well and if the rest of the album is anything like We Want War it is going to get a trillion plays and may even outshine The Knife's upcoming material. Fancy that.

Everyone needs to hear this band for real.

Sunday 22 November 2009

Eh? Factor

Great, it's that time of the week again where the entirety of my Facebook newsfeed and Twitter feeds are completely filled with words such as 'Jedward'. I hate this time of the week. Everyone might as well be speaking another language. How is X Factor even still going? It beggars belief.

Oh wait, no it doesn't. People will watch anything. So long as the TV emits a signal someone is going to be there mopping it up.

Sundays really are pretty rubbish. Not even this many people care about football. Guaranteed there'll be less uproar when England get knocked out of the World Cup next year on Facebook/Twitter than there is when some guy called Danyl or something does something unsatisfactory.

wake up John Carpenter

So, after writing around 4000 words of notes on one of my favourite horror films, Halloween (1978) I picked up on some things that I never really noticed before that are quite stupid really;

Michael Myers, institutionalised at 6 years of age can drive a car.

The clock chimes out 10 times in the opening scene. When Myers walks past the clock the hands point nowhere near 10.

Linda and Annie openly rag on Laurie for having loads of books yet Annie has almost as many.

Annie doesn't even wonder why, after going to collect her car keys from the house, the car door is no longer locked when she tries it again (without inserting the key).

Myers doesn't even reach back to get leverage when he pins Bob to the door with a carving knife that is clearly not long enough to go through a grown man in his late teens/early 20s AND through a wooden door deep enough pin him about 10 cm off the ground. This guy weighs what, 14 stone or so? Silly.

Those wooden slats on the wardrobe Laurie hides in are definitely not as robust as Michael makes them seem, especially if he can do the above without so much as attempting to get momentum with his stabbing arm.

Some other shit is probably obvious too. Luckily I get to watch it again in a few days, this time to see the ways in which Michael is emasculated. I cannot wait.

Saturday 21 November 2009

Those were the best years of my life...

Ok, so I have embarked upon the great task that is creating the (not so) shortlist for my top 100 musical longplaying discs of the decade.

In order to make sure I don't miss anything I will not decide anything properly until the last week of December because otherwise it's only going to bite me in the arse when people say 'aw but why is Kid A not in the list but Spirit is?'

So far I have 134 albums on the list which means there is a lot more albums to listen to.

All this and still no dissertation work. But I do want to be a bigshot music guy after all.

Friday 20 November 2009

Music - a universal language

Okay, so some times it can be fun to take a song you like with lyrics you know and enjoy and then see what is lost in translation.

Well, most normal people have probably never tried it. But I find it soothing.

Take The Beatles - I Am The Walrus for example;

Here are the original lyrics: (Taken from some shitty site, mind)

I am he as you are he as you are me and we are all together.
See how they run like pigs from a gun, see how they fly.
I'm crying.

Sitting on a bench, waiting for the bus to come.
Corporation t-shirts, stupid bloody Tuesday.
You've been a naughty boy, you let your hair grow long.
I am eating eggs, they are eating eggs, I am the Walrus,
Goo goo ga joob.

Mister City P'liceman sitting
Pretty little girls in a row.
See how they fly like a plane in the Sky, see how they fly.
I'm crying.
I'm cry, I'm crying, I'm cry.

Yellow custard, dripping from a large black pot.
Fisherman with his fishwife,
You've been a naughty boy and you let your face get dirty.
I am eatting eggs (woo), they are eatting eggs (woo), I am the Walrus,
Goo goo ga joob.

Sitting in an English garden waiting for the sun.
If the sun don't come, you get wet from
Sitting in the English rain.
I am eating eggs, they are eating eggs, I am The Walrus,
goo goo gajoob ga goo goo gajoob.

Expert singers, choking smokers
Don't you think the joker laughs at you? (ho ho ho, he he he, ha ha ha)
See how they snort like pigs in a sty, see how they snide.
I'm crying.

Eleanor Rigby, climbing up the stairs.
Expert singers singing Hare Krishna.
Man, you should have seen them reading Edgar Allan Poe.
I am eatting eggs, they are eatting eggs, I the Walrus,
Goo goo gajoob ga goo goo ga joob
(everybody ho ha everybody ho ha!)


I ran it through Spanish (European) on FreeTranslation.com

Here it is in Spanish;

Soy él como usted es él como usted me es y somos todo juntos. Vea cómo ellos corren como puercos de un fusil, vean cómo ellos vuelan. Lloro.

Sentar en un banco, esperando el autobús para venir. Las camisetas de la corporación, el martes sangriento estúpido. Usted ha sido un chico travieso, usted permite que el pelo crezca largo. Como huevos, ellos comen huevos, yo soy John Lennon, joob de ga de sustancia pegajosa de Sustancia Pegajosa.

La Ciudad del señor que sienta a niñas Bonitas en una fila. Vea cómo ellos vuelan como un avión en el Cielo, vean cómo ellos vuelan. Lloro. Soy grito, yo lloro, soy grito.

El flan amarillo, goteando de un bote negro grande. El pescador con su pescadera, Usted ha sido un chico travieso y usted permite que la cara se ponga sucia. Como huevos (corteja), ellos comen
huevos (corteja), soy John Lennon, joob de ga de sustancia pegajosa de Sustancia Pegajosa.

Sentar en un jardín inglés que espera el sol. Si el sol no viene, usted moja de Sentar en la lluvia inglesa. Como huevos, ellos comen
huevos, yo soy John Lennon, gajoob de sustancia pegajosa de sustancia pegajosa de ga de gajoob de sustancia pegajosa de sustancia
pegajosa.

¿Los cantantes expertos, estrangulándose a fumadores Hacen no usted piensa las risas de bromista en usted? (Ho de
ho de ho, él él él, ah ah ah) Ve cómo ellos bufan como puercos en una pocilga, vean cómo ellos falsificación.
Lloro.

Eleanor Rigby, subiendo la escalera. Los cantantes expertos que cantan Liebre Krishna. El hombre, usted debe haber visto ellos leyendo Edgar Allan Poe. ¡Como huevos, ellos comen huevos, yo John Lennon, joob de ga de sustancia pegajosa de sustancia pegajosa de ga de gajoob de sustancia
pegajosa de Sustancia Pegajosa (todos ho ah todos ho ah)!

and finally, translate the translation back from Spanish (European) to English and we get...

I am he as you are he like you is myself and we are all at once. See how do they run as pigs of a rifle, they see how they fly. I cry.

Sitting down in a bank, expecting the bus to come. The undershirts of the corporation, Tuesday bloody stupid. You have been a mischievous boy, you permit that the hair grow long. As eggs, they eat eggs, I I am John Lennon, joob of ga of sticky substance of Sticky Substance.

The City of the Mister that sits down Pretty girls in a row. See how do they fly like an airplane in the Sky, they see how they fly. I cry. I am shout, I cry, I am shout.

The yellow custard, dripping of a large black rowboat. The fisherman with its pescadera, You have been a mischievous boy and you permit that the face be put dirty. As eggs (courts), they eat eggs (courts), I am John Lennon, joob of ga of sticky substance of Sticky Substance.

Sitting down in an English garden that expects the sun. If the sun does not come, you wet to Sit down in the English rain. As eggs, they eat eggs, I I am John Lennon, gajoob of sticky substance of
sticky substance of ga of gajoob of sticky substance of sticky substance.

The expert singers, being strangled smokers Do do not you think the laughters of joker in you? (Ho of ho of ho, he he he, oh oh oh) Sees how do they snort like pigs in a pigsty, they
see how they forgery. I cry.

Eleanor Rigby, rising the stair. The expert singers that sing Hare Krishna. The man, you must have seen they reading Edgar Allan Poe. As eggs, they eat eggs, I John Lennon, joob of ga of sticky substance of sticky substance of ga of gajoob of sticky substance of Sticky Substance (all ho oh all ho oh)!

Beach House

Everybody that likes the music of purported individuals should all do themselves a favour and listen to Teen Dream by Beach House because it is far better than what the radio plays.

The singer sounds a bit like Ezra Koenig, but unlike Vampire Weekend, it isn't shit.

Any way, do what you want - if you enjoy aimlessly fiddling around inside your ears with a screwdriver then by all means carry on. If you want to upgrade to having aural pleasure seep into your ears and malnourished brain then listen to this album.

Bye.

Thursday 19 November 2009

Morrissey likes to eat food

A compilation of food related song titles between myself and ex-bandmate Christopher Houghton entitled 'You Are The Curry'

Pretty Girls Make Gravy.

First of the Gang To Dine.

Girlfriend in a Korma.

This Chowmein Man.

Hand in Oven Glove.

That Yolk Isn't Runny Anymore.

A Rush and a Push and the Lamb is ours.

William, it was Really Mutton.

Angel Delight, Angel Delight, Down We Go Together.

Some Grills Are Bigger Than Others.

Last Night I Dreamt That Somebody Loved Meat.

Stop Me If You Think You've Had This Swan Before.

Picallily Palare.

All You Need Is Meat.

A Plaice In Hell For Me and My Friends.

Satan Rejected My Sole.

November Spawned a Mackerel.

Gammon Lay Softly on the River Bed.

Satay Doesn't Help.

I Satayed Something I Couldn't Finish.

Last Of The Famous International Bagels.

You Have Grilled Me.

Heaven Knows I'm Mixed Grill Now.

Sheila Bake a Cow.

The Boy With the Quorn in his Side.

I Want the Swan I Can't Have.

Never Had No Swan Ever.

I Know It's Clover.

Miserable Pie.

The Bean is Red.

I've Four Given Cheeses.

King Leerdammer.

Alsation Cuisine.

(I'm) The End of The Cranberry Wine.

Frying Your Girlfriend's Scone.

Cemetry Crêpes.

Cemetry Grapes.

You're The One For Me, Satay.

Our Frankfurter.

Asian Nut.

Cajun Rut.

You Haven't Earned It Yet, Baby Back Ribs.

He Knows I'd Love To See Ham.

Reel Around the Chocolate Fountain.

Redondo Peach.

How Soon Is Chow?

Cheese Strings Take Time.

Back To The Old Steakhouse.

Accept Your Shellfish.

Please, Please, Please Let Me Get A Volovant.

The Queen is Fed. (R.C.)

Pour The Wine For Me, Fatty.

The Cuisine Is Bread.

I Just Want to Decree The Soy Crappy.

Swedehead. (R.C.)

You Have Chilled Mead.

The Hand That Rocks The Strudel. (bloc47)

Paint a Vulgar Pastry. (bloc47)

I'll Never Eat Anybody's Aero Now.

The Ham That Mocks The Bagel.
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Bigmouth Strikes Again.

I Started Something I Couldn't Finish.

You're the one for me Fatty.

(obvious food connotations there without even editing the song titles)

Also, the chorus to Shoplifters of the World Unite sounds like 'chocolate dissolves the world'.

Any moar?

Also, what would be Morrissey's favourite flavour of crisp?

Wotsit Difference Does It Make?

Death of a Discos Multipack.

Well I Golden Wonder.

Wednesday 18 November 2009

Tasks I ought to complete b4 I go grey.

1. Record an underground classic with my band of upstarts, Neverhadaboner

2. Learn how to play music (see 1.)

3. Make and then release my proposed animated Zombie epic in which I will cunningly use music that is juxtaposed to that what we see on screen. Picture a scene in which a young man is getting his face chewed off whilst the moustachioed smooth pop stylings of Hall and Oates plays on the stereo (strictly diagetic one is hastened to add).

4. Open up underground music club entitled 'Fritzls'

5. Failing 4, make film about man who opens up underground music club entitled 'Fritzls'

6. Write story inspired loosely by The Shawshank Redemption featuring beloved screen actors Roger Moore, Adam West and Billy Dee Williams whose slick womanising ways and saucy quips provide ample humour in a tale of daring escape from the fancy retirement home for the stars which harbours dark secrets.

7. Become a fantastic man.

8. Get everything that I want for Christmas.

9. Run a record label and sign only bands with more than 2 drummers.

10. Make it to the toilet on time.