Thursday, 30 August 2007

I have found God




... and it looks like he'll be taking up residence in Australia towards the end of the year.

I can't stop geeking out about this. Seriously. This... this is huge.

Thankfully I'm not the only one to think so.

Now, I just have to sort out a ticket to the Melbourne show, paid leave from work for the show that doesn't completely screw up my Christmas / New Years break, and enough cash for flights and gin and *mumble mumble* without completely screwing up my Christmas / New Years break.

Inshallah.

I can't stop watching this.

I think it's the sneakers.




Yeah.

It's the sneakers.

Wednesday, 29 August 2007

It's more than just a song about ping pong




Australian teen band Operator Please have been feeling a fair amount of love from C4, with their video for It's Just A Song About Ping Pong racking up some serious airtime.

The song itself is a catchy enough two minute ditty, but of more interest from the video are...

1. How the glow of Hanson surrounds the gender of the drummer. Is it a boy? Is it a girl? I can't really tell from the video.

2. For a video that has band members running about an Escher-esque set, it is interesting to note one never sees more than the headshot of the lead singer until the last few seconds of the video.

3. And last but not least, emo-fringe guitar boy reveals just a bit too much through those skinny jeans of his.

'Nuff said n'est pas?

Tuesday, 28 August 2007

Thank you so much for pointing that out for me

I don't know about but the highlight of my Friday working day was the exhibitionist across the road shamelessly enjoying feral porn on his big screen TV. Thankfully he was out of view while the video was playing. He must have satisfied himself fairly quickly because it wasn't long before he started surfing the cartoon channels.

For those of that particular bent, no he wasn't hot. To reinforce just how hot he wasn't, the over-stylised tattoo on his shoulder blade just screamed bogan. Certainly moreso than the Bailerys Irish Cream sign and tiger-print plate that he proudly displays in his window.

I was on the phone at the time, so no wisecracks about skivving off at the workplace thank you.

Ugh!

We need more interesting people living across the road.

Living the life of a "+1"

I've been invited to attend this...




... but would really rather be somewhere else for this...

Sunday, 26 August 2007

She gets revenge

This was syndicated earlier this evening on JetPilot here


She Wants Revenge - This Is Forever


She Wants Revenge have just released the first single off their forthcoming second album This Is Forever and it sounds like more of the same.

Thankfully that isn't such a bad thing given their first album was really quite good, there hasn't really been anyone since that has mimicked their sound, and most of the songs on the first album sounds the same anyway.

What is unfortunate however is that you'll have to traipse across to their myspace page to check it out, as it doesn't seem to have been released as an mp3.

So instead we'll take a look at the more readily-accessible Written In Blood.

You needn't feel let down. This is arguably the better of the two songs, because it sticks more closely to the strong bass lines and rhythmic thumping of Red Flags And Long Nights.

She Wants Revenge - Written In Blood

... or you can check out their music video instead. Such is the tyranny of choice that comes with the multimedia experience.



This Is Forever is set for release 9 October. Colour me expectant.


She Wants Revenge @ myspace

Posthumous Props : CASIO

This was syndicated earlier this evening on JetPilot here


Casio - Unicorn War


Posthumous Props is I guess our way of remembering those artists / genres / movements in music / whateverelsewehappentomiss that once were great but have now come to be dearly missed.

Kicking things off is the former-DJ formerly-known as CASIO.

Although the more recently intermittent Chazology was my entrée to CASIO, the ever-brilliant missingtoof helped bring CASIO's Sexy Friends and Unicorn War mixes to a wider audience.

And yet, for all the aural goodness that CASIO has brought to the masses, it was with Unicorn War that he decided to "give up the game" and focus on a new life with KIDZONFM. Their myspace sports an anti-turntable image, but the photo below from grnappletree suggests he hasn't completely abandoned the way of the DJ (CASIO's the scruffy one in dire need of a haircut on the right).

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In case you are still wondering why I give as much a damn about CASIO as I do you should know that his Unicorn War mix has been rocking toe-to-toe with the Midnight Juggernauts' new album Dystopia (and how much do I love Dystopia? I love it this much).

I snagged it off missingtoof almost a month ago and it's been on high rotation ever since. My iTunes says I've listened to it 21 times, which isn't something one can say too easily about a 53 minute long mix when you need to listen to it all the way through for it to count.

CASIO may not have been around for long, but my god do I miss his magic mixes.

Fingers crossed KIDZONFM deliver just as tasty treats.

CASIO @ myspace

KIDZONFM @ myspace

Midnight Juggernauts @ myspace

Settling for second-best




For those of us unable to rock out and celebrate our birthdays with Sydney-based musical five-piece teenagersintokyo performing at the Tote in Collingwood, Melbourne, Victoria, Land Down Under, Where Women Glow and Men Plunder, here's the hot music video for SFTWM's favourite teenagersintokyo track End It Tonight.



Hmmm... what will I do for my birthday?

Wednesday, 22 August 2007

Speechless




I've been listening to this again and again in the hopes I might be able to form some semblance of a helpful review for those of you have yet to enjoy the joy that is Midnight Juggernauts.

I'm sorry but I really don't know that I can provide a helpful review of the album without coming across as far too fanboy.

Suffice to say Dystopia is a REALLY good album and if you see it in a record store you really should buy it.


PS: I promise to post a few items that don't rant on and on about bands or music.

Tuesday, 21 August 2007

*harumph*




If you were really my friend, you'd find a way for me to see Klaxons.

Do you feel me?




This is the dunny Huck Gee designed for Kid Robot's dunny "Series 3", and I loved it enough to get my hands on 11 of the little suckers. I didn't like it enough to pay close to $500 for the 8" version on ebay, but I do love dunnies enough for my collection of dunnies alone to have just reached the 3-figure mark.

I know my friends and family despair with the amount of money I've poured into vinyl art toys, but they haven't seen anything yet with Kid Robot releasing promo shots for their September-release dunnies. Colour me almost swooning from the vinyl goodness.

Top of the wish list are the Series 4 dunny's in the promo shot below. The one at the front with the dollar bling around his neck will no doubt be the one I hunt down in numbers. I'm so buying a case. Or two.



Next on the wish list is a glow-in-the-dark 8" by London designers oni-ki of space invaders dunny-style. So 8-bit it hurts, people.



Last but not least on the wish list is this magnificent 20" glow-in-the-dark dunny bearing the indelible marks of French grafitti artist Mist. Hotness. Shame about the price tag though (*coughs* US$299.95 plus shipping).

Hurled into the galaxy




This print arrived in the mail for me today.

It came with a CD.

I would have blogged about the care package sooner, but I've been listening to the CD pretty much nonstop since I tore open the recycled envelope. You'd be able to see this for yourselves if last.fm's scrobbler didn't go kerphutt on me almost a month or so back.

Ladies and gentlemen, my modest yet loyal readership, Midnight Juggernauts' album Dystopia is everything I hoped it would be. Stonking dancefloor tracks. Killer synths. New songs just as good as the ones they've previously released (I'm REALLY enjoying Nine Lives).

I've never wanted to see these guys live as much as I do right now, and it's all his fault.

Thanks Piers!!!

I'll write up a proper review of the album and no doubt post it on JetPilot (assuming Joel is cool with that).

Now I just need to find a blank t-shirt so I can get busy with the iron-on transfer that came with the CD. I might want to get an iron while I'm at it. Can I borrow yours?

The music sounds better with you




Thanks to the nefarious influence of a friend in music, I've found myself living a new life of seemingly new tunes. No longer will I suffer the underwhelming tinny aural experience.

No.

As the proud owner of Altec-Lansing FX6021 2.1 speaker system, it's like I'm rediscovering sound and music.

I've got the laptop and xbox360 hooked up to it and I've come to realise a few things that previously escaped me...

All my music sounds the same. Subwoofers vibrate something wicked on wooden floors. My bed vibrates to the breathing of my xbox360 characters. The music really does sound better with these speakers.

To borrow from the UK comedy TV skit show the Fast Show, brilliant!

Monday, 20 August 2007

When imitation isn't the sincerest form of flattery




Kanye's video for Stronger has been screening on C4 for a few weeks now and even before then I was caught up in the net hype surrounding Daft Punk appearing in the music video.

Well because Stronger borrows so heavily from Daft Punk's superior original Harder Better Stronger Faster, I'd never really bothered to watch the video all the way through.

Well tonight I didn't care enough to channel surf when it came on TV and you'll have to colour me annoyed that not only has he borrowed heavily from Daft Punk, but the video is full of references stolen from seminal anime Akira.

The scenes where he's being scanned. The Japanese text scrawled in coarse red paint brushstrokes. The scenes of civil unrest. The contrails from the motorbikes streaming through the city streets. The scene in the hospital with the telekinesis and the soldiers. Everything.

Un. Fucking. Real.

I'm all for messing with something when the end product is better than the original. I am. What pisses me off is when someone messes with something that's pretty good already and creates something worse.

And that's what this is...

Sunday, 19 August 2007

Of yet more self-promotion and syndication

My appreciation of Australian electro continues on Joel's blog with my latest contribution focussing on DJ duo Riot in Belgium. Check it out here.

I love how I can embed songs on posts I write for his blog. I can't work out how to get that to work on blogger.

Stupid!

Wednesday, 15 August 2007

Of limits and patience




I've exceeded my download cap for the month so have become somewhat limited in my online adventures at least until the end of this week. This explains the absence of posts the last few days and for the continuing absence of posts until the cap clicks over to the next month's cap.

Things haven't been this slow since dial-up.

Ugh!

On the upsode, wagyu beef roast at the folk place this weekend. Can't. Wait. *drools*


Hat-tip to Extrospection for the photo.

Monday, 13 August 2007

Of pleasant surprises and unfortunate consequences

This was waiting for me when I arrived back at the flat from work on Friday.
Suffice to say this was exactly what I needed after a rough week at work. I don't know about you but gorgeous wee artwork from gorgeous wee women is incredibly hot. The artwork is flanked with black munnies because I think we can all agree that dark meat is the tastier meat.


This is what got me into the Town Hall the following night to see the Bassoonist in action.
John Psathas' View From Olympus opened the evening's orchestral fare and I'm sorry but it was really quite boring. I really don't know why Conductor Marc Taddei sees in him to call him the greatest living composer.

Beethoven's Ninth followed with a larger orchestral and choral contingent in force. Maybe it was because we were in the cheap seats but although you could see the orchestra going hard out you couldn't entirely hear them going hard out. A lot of the sound seemed drowned out by the overhanging dress circle (I'm not used to sitting among the great unwashed). The orchestra's performance was strong and the symphony familiar. That said, as happens while listening to most classical music, my mind often wandered, and during the Ninth I kept thinking of Alan Rickman's triumphal exit from the lift in Nakatomi Plaza. As perverse as it sounds, the Vector Wellington Orchestra actually brought me to think about the original Die Hard movie. Madness.


This is what Damo and I worked our way through after the orchestral entertainment had done its dash for the evening.
As always, it went down REALLY easily and it wasn't long before walking as almost as difficult as standing upright. Eating may have been a good idea.

Suffice to say I spent most of my Sunday in bed nursing an unpleasant hangover. I'd provide a photo of said bed but that my friends is what my people might call TMI.

And how was your weekend? Suitably festive, I hope.

Saturday, 11 August 2007

Of self-promotion and syndication

My earlier post about the Midnight Juggernauts new album has been rejigged with remixes and more commentary on Jetpilot here.

Check.

It.

Out.

Thursday, 9 August 2007

Of mediocrity and music videos




Watch This Space used to be one of C4's must-see shows, at least for this viewer, but it has become boring and mediocre with every passing week.

Of all the videos screened just now, this new video from UNKLE would be the pick of the bunch.

Wednesday, 8 August 2007

Of giving and receiving




This is no good to me, so it is free to a good home.

If noone claims it, I'll be tearing the wrapper off myself to see if I've won $10,000 cash. The kit kat itself will probably go in the bin.

Do you really want to see that happen?

Tuesday, 7 August 2007

Of glory and mornings

Borrowing heavily from Master P's example at Over The Net, I give you what may be the first and hopefully not the only "But is it art?" moment here on SFTWM.

Ladies and gentlemen, I give you the MORNING GLORY collection from London photographer Luke Stephenson. The photos aren't entirely safe for work.

I'm almost ashamed to say the guy in photo # 5 looks eerily familiar.

Of an ending and a return to normality




My film fest experience came to an end over the weekend and although I saw far fewer films than in previous years, I still generally enjoyed what I saw. Thankfully, the diminished roster of films meant my body wasn't destroyed from spending so many hours in uncomfortable seats. Amen for small mercies.

Rounding out the end of my remaining film fest films...

Death At A Funeral was an enjoyable if safe option for the film festival and it could have proved embarrassing if not for the consistent laughs and strong performance from Matthew Macfadyen. As good as it was, I don't know that I need to see it again.

Perfect Creature was an odd film that tried to marry a mainstream vampires-in-an-alternate-Earth film with painfully New Zealand scenes. So much so it felt like I was watching two different films. It was an ok film but I wasn't the only one left pondering afterwards how it could have been so much better than it actually was. Dougray Scott really needs to work on his technique as his ubiquitous head tilt was in full swing throughout the film.

No Mercy For The Rude was a welcome film to finish on. Half Old Boy, half The Bittersweet Life, I really quite enjoyed the odd humour and well-handled violence of NMFTR. I'm sure I've seen the lead actor somewhere before but I can't for the life of me remember where.


And with that I now have to work out how to spend my nights. Hmmm... oh the tyranny of choice.

Of Elton and opinions




It seems Elton John thought he'd have himself a little rant against the internet and what he perceives as a negative influence on the music industry.

His comments seem to have energised a fairly disparate and generally misguided series of responses from across the blogosphere.

Not sure why.

I just don't care enough to rant right back at him. The internet gives me what I wouldn't otherwise get in this tiny hamlet of an island nation, and that's all that matters.

'Nuff said.

PS: hat-tip to Chazology for the pic.

Of good taste and the tyranny of choice



C4 have a new show called C4U, where viewers can submit playlists to program their own half-hour show. All you need to do is provide your contact details, lay out a playlist of about 10 music videos and provide a photo of yourself to go in the top right corner of the screen.

I'm still toying with my own suggested playlist, so submit the following as a shortlist for your consideration and advice:


Name of artist: Tom Vek
Name of song: I Ain't Saying My Goodbyes
Reasons for inclusion: I love this song.



Name of artist: The Knife
Name of song: We Share Our Mother's Health
Reasons for inclusion: Killer animated vid to a really good song. And people please, it is The Knife.



Name of artist: Death From Above 1979
Name of song: Romantic Rights
Reasons for inclusion: I REALLY love this song from a band that called it quits too soon and who remain dearly missed to this day.



Name of artist: Cansei De Ser Sexy
Name of song: Alala
Reasons for inclusion: This song absolutely killed when they played it at SFBH back in Jan.



Name of artist: Simian Mobile Disco
Name of song: I Believe
Reasons for inclusion: I was torn between this (great song, shame about the video) and SMD's Hustler (great video, shame about the song). This won out.



Name of artist: Digitalism
Name of song: Pogo
Reasons for inclusion: This is a great song and more accessible to the otherwise ignorant masses out there than Zdarlight.



Name of artist: Digitalism
Name of song: Zdarlight
Reasons for inclusion: I'm sorry but Zdarlight is a really good song and I really like this music video.



Name of artist: Daft Punk
Name of song: Harder Better Stronger Faster
Reasons for inclusion: People need to realise this was a better than decent song before Kanye decided to borrow it.



Name of artist: Daft Punk
Name of song: Technologic
Reasons for inclusion: Three words people. Talking. Robot. Baby.


Name of artist: Sons And Daughters
Name of song: Dance Me In
Reasons for inclusion: Great song.



Name of artist: Klaxons
Name of song: Atlantis To Interzone
Reasons for inclusion: Klaxons are good but their videos have turned to pretentious rubbish with all the cash being thrown at them right now. This harks back to when they were largely unknown. Oh and the song is a good'un too.



Name of artist: The Presets
Name of song: Girl & The Sea
Reasons for inclusion: Beautiful song. Beautiful video.



Name of artist: The Presets
Name of song: Are You The One?
Reasons for inclusion: This is the one. It's only a shame C4 won't have the Van She Tech Remix version of the video that's floating around Youtube. Yes. I did say remix. What of it? Eh? Eh? Eh?



Name of artist: Ladytron
Name of song: Destroy Everything You Touch
Reasons for inclusion: This is an incredible song.



Name of artist: Kid Koala
Name of song: Basin Street Blues
Reasons for inclusion: I know this comes from out of left field but it's a great song from a really fun guy. It'll also have to do until someone does an official music video for Skanky Panky.



Help me narrow the list down people! If I've missed anything, let me know.

Monday, 6 August 2007

Of late nights and guilty pleasures



Kill Bill was on TV late last night and for all it is a good film, the bit that really rocked my socks was the anime scene explaining the origins of O-Ren Ishii.

So kinetic.

So much more expressive than could have been managed in a live-action performance.

I loved it.

The folk at Production IG do good work, with the excellent Ghost In The Shell movies and TV series as well as the vastly under-rated OAV Blood : The Last Vampire featuring in their long list of titles to their credit.

Of tombstones and warzones



Australian band and personal favourite, Midnight Juggernauts have this weekend announced the Australian release of their first album Dystopia, and I must confess to being quite excited.

The excellent Tombstone (is it a war zone? is it a tombstone?)was my entrée to their work through the the Ed Banger Records vs Institubes event Alors Les Filles Et Fête Noël? (it really is a rather good mix). Shadows (my favourite MJ track) and Devil Within came next from their EP Secrets Of The Universe, while the good-but-not-quite-as-good-as-Shadows tracks Road To Recovery and Into The Galaxy happened upon my iPod through less commercial means.

It's just a shame they never cross the Tasman to tour here.

*sighs*

Fingers crossed I'm able to get my hands on the limited edition 2-disc set.

Of helloes and goodbyes

The American and I had lunch at our former summer constitutional Sweet Mother's Kitchen, and it was soooo gooooooooooood. I never realised how much I've missed having po'boy in my life. The beef po'boy seems to have grown since we were last there. Tastes better too.

And the swamp dip! (tastes so much better than it sounds - trust me - spinach and artichoke are a brilliant combo)

And the curly fries! (they taste better dipped in the swamp dip than the cajun aoili that come with the fries)

Colour me suffering quite the food coma this arvo. Not sure if it was so helpful for The American with his very-imminent trip to the Horn of Africa and all.

I'm going again with the Pianoman next week.

Too soon?

Of patience and virtue

Have faith my flock. I'm working on another constipated evacuation of material for your personal enjoyment and what substantive load it will be.

All things arrive in good time. So too will the next series of posts.

So sayeth The Whore.

Trust in His word.

Thursday, 2 August 2007

Of sleep and lost opportunities

I would like to have happily reviewed the last three film fest films I've seen, but alas I can only review two of them. My body's imperative to rest last night proved too strong to resist.

The Secret Life Of Words was an ok effort brought together by a dizzying array of collaborators. The story of a deaf woman bonding with a burns victim over the horrors she suffered through the war in Yugoslavia was quite dull for the first half, then it got interesting and then it got sappy. I'm still working out in my head what was more disturbing: the deaf woman's revelation of horrors halfway through the film, or that the revelation was the good part of the film.

Brand Upon The Brain! was not at all what I was hoping for. I've only seen his other effort The Saddest Music In The World and loved it and thought this might be a return to form. But no. It was dreadful. I started snoring at one point it was so bad.

Inland Empire may or may not have been exceptionally good, because I may have missed it.



Still to come on the film fest film roster are Frank Oz's Death At A Funeral and the ostensibly Bittersweet Life-esque No Mercy For The Rude.