Tuesday, 29 April 2008

Before I forget...

Source: Z District

... did everyone remember to watch Dexter last night?

9:30pm on TV3?



People, please. We need to support the quality TV shows when they finally reach our screens.

Which reminds me, The Wire starts in 20 mins.

Monday, 28 April 2008

Not like Ciara

Source: myspace

I just thought I'd share something before today clicked over to tomorrow.

Everyone, this is Santogold. More specifically, this is Santogold's video for L.E.S. Artistes, the lead track off her self-titled album.

Yes she is what the politically-correct might term a person of African American descent, but no she doesn't sing R&B or rap. Why? Because she's not like Ciara.

Ha! Brilliant.

Speaking of brilliant, her self-titled album is really good. Like, really good.

How good? Great mix of indie pop songs that swing from one genre to another as you work your way through the album. As jarring as that sounds I think it really works.

Is she better than M.I.A.? I don't know but she's a damn sight/site (I forget which is the more appropriate word in this turn of phrase) more accessible.

As a basis for comparison, I offer M.I.A. with Paper Planes...

It's good, but I still prefer L.E.S. Artistes, Santogold and Santogold.

You should too.

Sunday, 27 April 2008


...that's probably enough posts for one weekend.

I think I might fold some socks now.

I've got Fred Falke's Triple J mix kicking along in the background and as much as I enjoy his music I'm just not feeling it as music to fold socks to.

I think I might kick it old school with some Enrico Caruso.


That's the business.

Guess how many pairs of black socks I have.

Go on.


Part of the weekend never dies

This is the official trailer for the Soulwax film / doco Part Of The Weekend Never Dies.


I wonder who the Aussie blonde is 50 seconds into the trailer. Modular were sending out plaintive cries a few weeks back to find out who she was. I'm not sure if they found out in the end.


No Guts! No Glory!

Source: Savage Chickens

Towards the end of Jerry Orbach's career, he played Detective Lennie Briscoe on Law & Order, a role he'd hold for 274 episodes from 1991-2004.

In the early days of the show, Law & Order didn't make much of a splash with Homicide: Life On The Street and NYPD Blue chewing up much of the cop show love at the time. For me, it took a crossover storyline between Law & Order and Homicide: Life On The Street for me to really give it a go and it didn't disappoint. Looking back, it was the repartee between Jerry and Homicide's Richard Belzer that did it for me.

It still shocks me that Andre Braugher's career hasn't gone anywhere, but what shocks me more is that Jerry Orbach used to provide one of the lead voices to a show I absolutely adored as a kid.

The Adventures of the Galaxy Rangers was the coolest of the kids daytime cartoon shows back in the day. Cooler even than Sabre Rider and the Star Sherriffs, and proved more mature fare for those of who sat through Lion Force Voltron but couldn't quite stomach Voltron Vehicle Team.

I loved it, and watched it almost religiously as a kid. It was seriously avant garde for it's time, with early use of CGI and storylines that while leaning towards the moral tended to avoid the more kidsy aspects that afflict so many cartoon imports from Japan.

The characters were well done, the voice acting was pretty good, the ships looked cool, and everyone wanted to be Ranger Shane Gooseman with his special ability to become whatever stone or metal he was touching at the time.

Here's the first episode, Phoenix, in two parts:

The series is being redone for DVD with volume one of the collection released soon on Amazon.


For the good of zombie French DJs the world over

This is for someone to watch when he gets back to Japan and returns once more to a life of higher speed internet connections, but you may as well watch it while it's up here.

Ladies and gentlemen, Kavinsky's Testarossa Autodrive was unlike anything many of us had heard when it came out back in 2006.

Fingers crossed the man comes out with some new material, and soon.

It's time.

Point of clarification : hersuit is not a real word

Source: eHarmony Parenting

There is a google term used by many to arrive at this blog, and this term particular disturbs me a great deal.

Not so much in this blog finding itself caught up in the pursuit by some for particularly hairy delights. What a person gets up to in the privacy of their own computer is between them and the Department of Internal Affairs, NZ Police and GCSB.

No, it is instead a greater concern that people would google hersuit when the word is actually spelled hirsute. I don't think hersuit is even a real world.

To illustrate the difference between the two, I proffer the following: on the left we have her suit (the closest I could get to a word that doesn't actually exist except in the imaginations of people who really should know better) and on the right we have hirsute.

I hope we can note the difference between a woman in a business suit and a hairy man.

I really do.

What is happening at schools these days for people to think it is ok to make up their own words? People, please. Just read a book.

Maybe then we can learn our way out of shitty habits like txt-speak, spell-check and Cliff's Notes.

Saturday, 26 April 2008

Imitation as the sincerest form of flattery

Source: As I Am

I really didn't enjoy the feel good pap of Catch Me If You Can. Tom Hanks' character was a smug has-been and Leonardo DiCaprio's character was one of the more annoying I've suffered through the medium of film.

What I am enjoying however is a wee musical treat that happened upon my inbox this last week. I would have blogged this sooner if not for the inescapable Siren-esque appeal of Cut Copy's In Ghost Colours, but better late than never n'est-ce pas?

Catch Me If U Can is a particularly catchy track from Headman's latest album Catch Me. Travis thinks any remix is superfluous to what is already a perfect song, and I'm inclined to agree but I don't let that get in the way of enjoying what were two very solid remixes from Bag Raiders and Tronik Youth.

Well, adding his name to the list is Stockholm's Ricky D who has thrown his hat in the ring with his own Fast Lane Remix of Headman's Catch Me If U Can. I don't know that it is as strong or as polished as the remixes already put out by Bag Raiders or Tronik Youth (easily my favourite of the lot), but it's an admirable effort all the same with Ricky D adding enough flourishes to be interesting without drowning out the elements of the original that make it so good.

Grab Ricky D's Fast Lane Remix here and once you've had a listen show the man some myspace love.

If you want to have a listen to the other remixes, I think Nicko is still hosting the Tronik Youth remix over on [ redthreat ] while the Bag Raiders remix should still be sitting pretty with Discobelle.

Something is rotten in the state of Denmark, and Hamlet is taking out the trash.

Source: my inbox

That line and Charles Dance were about all I enjoyed in The Last Action Hero.

It's been a while since we last heard from UK duo La Grève Générale and to be honest I was starting to think they'd hung up their decks and moved onto more serious fare like merchant banking, telemarketing or parenthood.

Thankfully neither seems to have eventuated with the duo instead gigging quite hard out of late, culminating in the two of them kicking out a six hour live set for Vice way up in Denmark. I hear that alcohol is ridiculously expensive up there so I can't blame them for compensating with epic-length DJ sets.

John's kindly sent me a download link and tracklist for what he describes as "an hour-ish highlight extract from a 6-hour live set we played at a Copenhagen Vice Party a few weeks ago." He's nice like that.

Anywho, download the mix because it's got great song choice (read: good mix of new and older songs), polished song transitions (read: very smooth), and varied rhythm throughout (read: it doesn't become stale). I'd call it a winner but La Grève Générale call it their VICE COPENHAGEN LIVE SET.


1. Does It Offend You, yeah? - With A Heavy Heart (I Regret To Inform You)
2. Klaxons – Atlantis To Interzone
3. 2 Live Crew - Shake A Lil' Somethin'
4. Danger – 11h30
5. Missy Elliot - We Run This (Duke Dumont Remix)
6. SebastiAn - Ross Ross Ross (Iggybaby's Fuck Me Harder Edit)
7. AC Slater – Bassline Time
8. The Presets – My People (DIM Remix)
9. Cajuan – Dance Not Dance (Digitalism Unreleased Remix)
10. Dead Prez - Hell Yeah
11. Thomas Bangalter – Spinal Scratch
12. Alter Ego - Why Not
13. Bone Crusher - Never Scared
14. Shitdisco - I Know Kung Fu (Goose Remix)
15. Mylo - Paris Four Hundred (Etienne De Crécy Remix)
16. Cut Copy - LightS & Music
17. Daft Punk - Around The World (Kid Dub Remix)
18. Pete Rock - Warzone
19. Daft Punk - Television Rules The Nation
20. Duke Dumont - Pop Dat Poosay
21. MSTRKFT - Street Justice (07 Remix)
22. Roman Salzger - Lollipop Machine
23. Refused - Liberation Frequency (LGG's Rough Club Edit)
24. Hot Pink Delorean - Played Out
25. Plimsouls – Rebecca (Re-edit)
26. Armand Van Helden – NYC Beat
27. K.I.M. - Fistogram (DIM remix)
28. Tegan And Sara - Back In Your Head (RAC Remix)
29. B Rich – Dirty Dirty
30. Ghislain Poirier - Blazin (Modeselektor Remix)
31. Cadence Weapon - In Search Of The Youth Crew
32. Whitenoise - It's What We Do
33. 2 Live Crew – Face Down Ass Up
34. Teenage BadGirl – Hands Of Strangers (Yuksek Remix)
35. The Smiths - How Soon Is Now
36. Dizzee Rascal – Sirens
37. Rage Against The Machine – Bombtrack
38. Notorious B.I.G. - Party And Bullshit (Ratatat Remix)
39. The Whip – Divebomb
40. Ghosts on Tape – Ice Blood
41. Bubba Sparkxxx – Heat It Up
42. Siriusmo – Wow
43. Positive K - I Got A Man
44. Yeah Yeah Yeahs – Gold Lion
45. Apparat Feat. Raz Ohara - Holdon (Modeselektor Remix)
46. Abstrackt Keal Agram – Bad Thriller
47. Freeform Five – No More Conversation (Mylo Remix)
48. Donovan – Yo
49. Feist - 1234 (Van She Technologic Remix)

Lest we forget

Source: A Culpa É do Médico

Borrowing heavily from Nerdy Frames for but a moment or four...

I didn't quietly reflect on the fallen, work, or go to a mass service for the fallen.

I did realise that the youth of today don't seem to give two shits about their grandparents and their war stories, but didn't end up playing every violent video game I could think of.

It didn't occur to me to get drunk and pour a 40oz to the fallen homies from the 1940s, let alone beat the shit out of anyone from Turkey (not that it would be easy to find anyone in Wellington that actually came from or would admit to coming from Turkey).

I didn't go to some shitty dance party (while not giving two shits about the fallen), enlist in the New Zealand Army (which deploys nobody in war torn countries, because our army really is that bad), or have a huge orgy for the fallen.

I did not have sex with an older guy (from the 1940s), go on some murderous rampage in town just to pay tribute to the ANZACs, or go completely goth at some random grave site (which could very well have a few deceased ANZACs). I similarly didn't go on a huge P binge, or burn out my grandfather's (I only have the one remaining grandfather) credit card which is loaded up with his pension.

I think I would have much rather watched every ANZAC TV special than have fucked gossip columnist Bridget Saunders, but thankfully did neither.

What I did do was observe a minute of silence to the men and woman who died defending this country, because it seemed to take that long to prise each DVD from their case. Why the fuck are they making DVDs child-proof?

Yesterday we worked our way through two seasons of Robot Chicken (good), one season of The Venture Bros (gooder), two seasons of Harvey Birdman: Attorney At Law (goodest), and two hours of Michael Douglas watching his life become so very fucked up in David Fincher's The Game (hardly "wow!" but still quite good).

Time well spent, I'd say.

Oh and there was gin too.

Would that make yesterday time very well spent?

For the non-Antipodean among you, yesterday was ANZAC Day, a day which Australians, New Zealanders and Turks memorialise each year with grand gestures of national sympathy, TV footage of men in lemon-squeezer hats and children parading their great-grandfather's war medals.

We collectively swarm ANZAC Cove and Chunuk Bair, both small geographical features off the Turkish coast of the Bosphorus Sea, small geographical features where so many young men lost their lives during the First World War.

It may seem odd to celebrate such a costly military failure with the amount of pomp and ceremony that we do. I don't know that I quite understand it completely myself except to say it seems the right thing to do. For a country as geographically and historically young as New Zealand was at the time, the ANZAC expedition was a tragic hallmark in New Zealand's national identity with almost every family or small town losing at least someone on that coastline.

That isn't something a young country easily forgets, and so every year we remember. Remember through TV coverage of dawn services, of interviews with seriously elderly veterans and children too young to have any concept of war, of politicians and dignitaries sitting through sombre memorial services.

That isn't exactly my idea of a fun day off work.

Thursday, 24 April 2008

My better is better than your better

Source: Natalie Lee

Old Man Jangles thought he'd make a fairly bald claim to fame, so herein lies my response:

Straight From The Whore's Mouth is the number one google pick for pashraping.

That's right.


SFTWM comes close to top spot with such delightful search terms as I wish I was Australian, be my baby one more time (a lyric from Cut Copy song Lights & Music) and bang my mouth, but pashraping reigns supreme.

Quite sad really. Especially when I know SFTWM has top spot because some guy in Norway googled the word.

When Yasser met the youth of today

Source: David Lim

Back in 1999, whilst roaming the desert sands and souks of the Levant I happened upon a shop deep in the heart of Old Damascus. The shop was staffed by two of quite possibly the gayest gentlemen I've ever come across, something all the more significant by the illegality of homosexuality in Syria and the visible presence of secret police nearby rather unconvincingly purveying rather unconvincing European cakes.

Perhaps more relevant here is that this particular shop was selling fairly good quality keffiyeh, and as is traditional among well-meaning tourists, I bought one. A black and white keffiyeh that would have made even Yasser Arafat proud. I hadn't shaved in over a week at the time so would have blended in nicely if not for being head-and-shoulders above the locals. Such is the curse of truly ambiguous ethnicity.

But I digress.

Something I'm really starting to notice as an increasingly prevalent trend on the streets of our nation's capital is the very same keffiyeh I bought pre-millennium: the black and white keffiyeh.

Hipsters of the male persuasion have long worn them with the almost uniform garb of printed tee, skinny jeans, enormous sunglasses and neck-strung adornments of various kinds. The womenfolk have similarly worn them with their princess-cut knitwear, enormous sunglasses and straightened hair.

The keffiyeh seems to outnumber the neckerchief as the preferred adornment for the necks of our nation's youth, which is surprising given how strongly the young kids took to the fluro-coloured neckerchief. Adding yet more Ripley to your Believe It Or Not, I swear I've seen half a dozen young gents in suits in as many days with the black and white keffiyeh around their necks.


Has the keffiyeh become so mainstream it is accepted corporate dress?

One thing that has generally interested me when spying said young people in said keffiyeh is that they always wear the black and white one instead of the red and white or any particularly unorthodox colour variants. Are our nation's youth still yet to discover the joys of the red and white keffiyeh?

Does embracing the red and white keffiyeh mean risking the social cache of the keffiyeh itself? I hope not, because my dad has a kick-ass red and white keffiyeh tucked away in his closet somewhere. We got it in Damascus as the same place as I got mine. It is the deepest, richest red you've ever seen and so well woven that you wouldn't need anything else to brave even the most severe of sandstorms.

I should probably declare at this point that I haven't been able to follow the trends and get with the young people by wearing my own uber-authentic keffiyeh (how many hipsters could say they survived the Syrian President bombing his brother's summer palace, all to return to New Zealand with their very own hot hipster accessory?). Almost a year a go a young gay man was found rummaging through my closet for accessories he might acquire for his night out and I haven't seen my beloved keffiyeh since. To be honest I think it has been so doused in cologne that it would be a miracle if it hadn't already deteriorated beyond practical use.

Maybe it is time I looked for another keffiyeh while the trend is still in full swing. There is still time. I can still be relevant in the eyes of those younger than myself. I guess the operative question becomes one of which keffiyeh should I get? The black and white? The red and white? Something more unorthodox? Will New Zealand ever see the advent of new and interesting deviations from the classic monochrome colour scheme? Is it 'monochrome' when a pattern comprises white and another colour?

Is white a colour or simply the absence of colour?

Do I spend too much time on HRO?

This post was brought to you by an inordinately diabetically-reckless amount of sugar, pent-up frustrations of the non-work persuasion, and the achingly desperate need for a holiday.

No, ANZAC Day does not count as a holiday.

Interesting fact for the day : the word 'keffiyeh' was mentioned 16 times in this post.

Monday, 21 April 2008

Yes, yes, yes, yes

Source: Yes Minister

Yes, it is almost three in the morning.

Yes, I am having trouble sleeping tonight.

Yes, my back is killing me from spending so long typing in bed.

Yes, that is probably why this last batch of posts seem especially ornery and often overly-critical.

As an aside, the soundtrack for this late evening has comprised: Steve Aoki's Pillowface And His Airplane Chronicles, The Rapture's Pieces Of The People We Love, Louis La Roche's The Peach EP, Simian Mobile Disco's Attack Decay Sustain Release, The Preset's Apocalypso and assorted random tracks for the sake of variety.

What do you listen to / would you be listening to at three in the morning?

Closing in on the translation

Source: Soulwax @ myspace

This is the trailer Soulwax have uploaded to their myspace for the forthcoming film/documentary Part Of The Weekend Never Dies.
Ignore the ditzy blonde at the beginning. Just enjoy Soulwax pumping out the ONLY4EROL mix of Tiga's Move My Body. Or don't. Entirely up to you.

Radio Soulwax - Part of the Weekend never Dies - Are You Filming

I've seen a few youtube clips from the film (all of which have since been taken down) featuring comments from the likes of Tiga and who I think is Nancy Hwang of LCD Soundsystem and E Talking (Soulwax Nite Version)-fame, and the film looks really good.

It's a shame Daft Punk decided against doing something similar around their Alive 2007 tour. It has come down to a dedicated fan to pull together footage from the many youtube and dailymotion vids already posted online into a cohesive DVD reconstruction of their show. It is still a work-in-progress but my what progress he's made thus far.

I just thank God neither Part Of The Weekend nor The World Is Daft looks anywhere near as woeful as Beyond The Rave. Think of the bloodbath scene from Blade, only imagine it is both British and bad.

Part Of The Weekend Never Dies premieres as part of the Ether Festival at the Royal Festival Hall in London on 24 April.

Can't come soon enough.

I will kill your monster

Source: Worst Previews

Oh God, I wish someone would have killed this film before it could have been made. Talk about dire.

I'm a fan of CGI films, whether American family films of the Pixar-variety or Japanime of the Appleseed, Final Fantasy: Spirits Within-kind. CGI is the natural evolution from a 2D technology and provides a platform that means more serious fare can make it onto screens both big and small.

I'm also a fan of the epic poem, despite the old English text and irritating array of translations (if Religious Studies ever taught me anything it was to mind the bias of whomever translates a text). The heroic story of Beowulf and his rise to power is what resonates for some. For others, it is the tragic portrayal of Grendel and his mother.

My interest in the story doesn't prevent me from appreciating the liberties Neil Gaiman and Roger Avary have taken with the story to make it even vaguely filmable. Liberties will always be necessary with the story of Beowulf. I just would have expected more from a film co-written by two of them.

I guess that is where the root of my disappointment with this film lies. I was expecting more, expecting better, expecting anything but what was delivered. Looking at the behind-the-scenes doco afterwards it spoke volumes of a director more concerned with playing around with a new toy than anything else. Polar Express had given him a taste and he wanted to see what more he could do with motion-capture technology in Beowulf.

That, ladies and gentlemen, is why I believe someone should have stepped in and stopped Beowulf from ever being made.

The best and the worst of it all

Source: Vinyl Pulse

I'm a huge fan of Huck Gee's work and have been ever since coming to own my first 'Hello, My Name Is' 3" dunny from Kid Robot's third series. I have around 12 of the wee buggers and they look fantastic en masse with their little Sharpie pens, and it was his design that made me an absolute dunnylover.

I've looked on with envy as Huck has released one limited series after another over the last few years. Sure he's worked on other toy platforms, but the dunny will always be Huck's natural home and rightly so.

The latest of his limited series is the above 8" reimagining of his original skullhead design for Kid Robot's first series. I love it myself. The simplicity of its design, the strength of line, the subtle nuances and it just looks so very cool. Now for the bad news: this is a very limited production run of ten figures, each initially priced at US$600 each.

And herein lies my dilemma. As much as I enjoy his designs, the very inaccessibility of ever really realistically having them annoys me to no end. Actually, it really fucks me off.

I understand the need to produce limited numbers of any line of toys to preserve interest and create a market of interested collectors. I really do. I just don't accept that running extremely limited production runs of heavily over-priced figures does anything except piss all over the collectors that already support this industry to an extent far further than our nearest and dearest could ever fathom.

I happily spend far too much money as it is, because it makes me happy to do so. It is just that with my income being as disposable as it is, there are limits to what even I'd consider reasonable.

But wait! There's more...

Source: Life Is Marketing

This fine gentleman in the photo above is demonstrating the Flowbee. The Flowbee is an abomination of late-night infomercials of the 1990s. The Flowbee predates the dreadful sweaters of Mike from Amazing Discoveries. I don't really know where I was going with this, so let's move on.

The Presets released their second album Apocalypso a couple weeks back so I've been able to give it a fairly decent listen. Although it boasts some very strong tracks (This Boy's In Love, If I Know You, Kicking And Screaming, and My People) it doesn't really strike me as a particularly cohesive collection of songs.

I don't know that that would be particularly important if not for Cut Copy earlier showed with In Ghost Colours how a far-more-cohesive collection of songs can help create an even better album. The Midnight Juggernauts' did exactly the same thing last year with their excellent first album Dystopia. As the third in the holy trinity of Australian electro, and with the other two coming out with such solid efforts, it is a shame that Apocalypso suffers when compared to the others..

The the deluxe edition includes a remix of My People (the Mouse on Mars Terror Pretz Remix) and new track Buzz Factory. Both are welcome additions to the original album. I just don't think they're strong enough to pull the album together in the way In Ghost Colours and Dystopia have been.

Maybe this is something other people wouldn't care to point out, but Buzz Factory seems to draw on elements from other songs that have been released by other artists in the last year or so. Most obvious is probably the shared sonar ping intro as also heard in Simian Mobile Disco's excellent album opener Sleep Deprivation (from Attack Decay Sustain Release).

Don't get me wrong.

Apocalypso is a really good album and there are a number of really strong songs that justify the album's purchase. I just don't think it reaches the dazzling lumens of brilliance as In Ghost Colours and Dystopia. This isn't something that should detract from your enjoyment of the album and indeed this isn't something you'd probably notice anyway. I'm just so into this kind of music that the would've / could've / should've of this album is something I don't know that I can let go. At the end of the day that's my problem, not yours.

Sunday, 20 April 2008

Free to a good home

Source: Inverse Hip Hop

Ladies and gentlemen, I come to you now having braved the frighteningly tragic hordes of geeks at Armageddon this weekend. Judge me not for this was done in the name of father-son relations (difficult as it might be to imagine, my dad is actually quite the sci-fi nut and he really wanted to see the guy that plays Teal'C on Stargate: SG1), and the noble pursuit of discount DVDs.

While getting the first series of both Harvey Birdman: Attorney At Law and The Venture Bros, I may have also come away with [adult swim] DVD samplers. Two, in fact.

Each sampler has the first episode for:

Source: Madman.

The Robot Chicken and Moral Orel episodes are pretty good, The Brak Show and Space Ghost Coast To Coast episodes didn't make much sense, I'd seen enough Aqua Teen Hunger Force and Sealab 2021 on TV to know what they're like, and I thought I'd save the Harvey Birdman: Attorney At Law and The Venture Bros for when I see the series proper.

The sampler also has trailers for other shows like Metalocalypse, Tom Goes To The Mayor and Squidbillies. After watching them I'm still none the wiser as to what exactly those shows are about.

A bit of a mixed bunch but then they were free. If you would like one of the two I have in my possession, let me know and I'll send it off to you.

I wish I could have been more witty and sagacious in this post but after having just watched 12 episodes of Harvey Birdman: Attorney At Law, you're lucky I can even string basic sentences together.

Things to lament

June 21/22 @ Forum Theatre, Melbourne

Yeah... that's about it, really.

Things to look forward to

29 May @ SFBH, Wellington

5 June @ Corner Hotel, Melbourne

6 June @ Forum Theatre, Melbourne

7 June @ Docklands, Melbourne
Line-up includes: !!!, Cassius, Utah Saints, Mr Oizo, Duke Dumont, Bonde Do Role, Grand National, The Whip, Lindstrom, Modeselektor.

It looks like Futurecop! and Stereoheroes aren't stopping in Melbourne; Grafton Primary, Gameboy/Gamegirl, Bag Raiders and Redial only go as far as to mention the Sydney 'We Love Sounds' as their June commitments; and I don't know that I really care right now about seeing the other acts I haven't mentioned.

Wednesday, 16 April 2008

This just in

Source: Seeing Stars

It appears that someone makes an appearance in this week's Capital Times.

Monday, 14 April 2008

Just as an aside...

... is Pocoyo...

... the Pingu...

... for the '00s?

You be the judge!

Pedestrians on Pedestrian, ladies and gentlemen

Source: Pocoyo Blog

I'm not sure why but for some reason I find this video on Australia's Pedestrian.tv irrationally compelling viewing.

See more videos at Pedestrian.tv

Sure I really like PNAU, especially since the release of their self-titled album and also because of Nick's collab on Teenager. I guess I'm just a little gutted that Pete Mayes isn't as hot in real life as his press photos have long led me to believe, and I don't think it is much of a surprise to anyone just how 'Nick Littlemore' Nick Littlemore really is. WYSIWYG with that guy, and good on him.

Important questions that arise from this short video include but are not limited to:

Will this video see Moleskine notebooks fly off the shelves and into the hands of every wannabe-hipster-electro-muso that stalk our city streets?

Will viewers come to discover a new appreciation of one of Australia's better exports?

Will I ever post about things I haven't seen on youtube or some other online video site?

Is there anything more condescending than to call someone "pedestrian"?

Is there anyone more condescending than I am?

Tuesday, 8 April 2008


Source: This Recording.

This is American TV and movie actress Tuesday Weld. You might remember her from such films as Once Upon A Time In America, Sex Kittens Go To College and Circle Of Violence: A Family Drama.

... or you might not. I know I don't.



Tuesdays are when last.fm tells me what I've been listening to the previous week and it seems I've only really been listening to the new Cut Copy album In Ghost Colours. Like, really listening to it. 664 listens in a 7-day period. That's about 40-odd goes through the album. In a 7-day period. In a 7-day period that doesn't include the times I was listening to it on my ipod. In a 7-day period when I was probably listening to it almost as often on the ipod as on the laptop. My name is Jake and yes I do have a problem. Are there any Cut Copy Support Groups out there?

Tuesdays are when itunes shakes things up a bit and posts new material. Of particular note this particular Tuesday is a particular album by a particular band at a particularly accessible price. Apocalypso by The Presets is available for download for the princely sum of just NZ$11.99. I'd buy it myself but JB Hi-Fi emailed me yesterday to say my signed copy had been 'dispatched'. I don't think we'll be suffering the same issues with the 'signed' Cut Copy CDs as with Apocalypso as Kim was seen signing away his afternoon only last week.

Tuesdays are when Little Boots busts out her MONDAYFUNTIMES specials (one has to factor in time differences between here and London) and this week sees her cover a song that has something to do with something called Wiley. I think. I'm not too sure.

Do you know?

Tuesdays are also when we sometimes see films. Tonight a bunch of us saw Gone Baby Gone and despite being directed by Ben Affleck it was really rather good. Not too cliche, kinda predictable, kinda disturbing, and some really funny lines spread here and there. Michael K Williams (Omar from The Wire) had a brilliant line about how CSI had ruined policework because now all the juries wanted to know was "where are the microfibres/microfibers?" (I'm not sure which is the proper spelling). Brilliant. Well it was at the time. You really needed to be there.

There was a trailer for some dreadful film with Angelina Jolie as a gun-toting pair of pouting lips that didn't leave much to the imagination in the wardrobe department. I think it was called Wanted. There was also a trailer for something called 21 but it was about poker players and Kate Bosworth so I swiftly lost interest. On the upside LCD Soundsystem came up with a pretty kick-ass track for the soundtrack to the film. Big Ideas. Hunt it down. It's worth the effort.

Tuesdays are when I should be putting together an email for my favoured few, that would be chock full of links to tasty new tunes. I should but like last.fm says, I'm somewhat... 'distracted'.

Tuesdays are when I give Michel Gondry's Science Of Sleep another go, because I just couldn't get into it the first time around. I found it so hard I gave up halfway through the film. That hasn't really happened before. Only once and that was for the American remake of Dark Water. Fuck that was a terrible film. The remake that is. The original was a masterpiece of sinister scares and a storyline just dripping in malice.

Tuesdays are when we try and find out more about which of the We Love Sounds line-up will be in Melbourne during the weekend of the 7th and 8th, seeing as how we've now amended our bookings to be there over that period, and then some. Mr Oizo won out over The Presets, with the clincher proving to be the promise of seeing some truly stellar acts who may also happen to be in the neighbourhood.

We could be looking at...
Live Acts:
Cassius, !!! (Chk Chk Chk), Bonde Do Role, The Bravery, Grand National, The Whip, Stephan Bodzin, Hans Peter Lindstrom, Scribe, Edu K, Modeselektor, Blackgrass, M_Nus Experience feat. Marc Houle & Gaiser
Dubfire, Mr Oizo, Utah Saints, Mix Master Mike, Steve Lawler, Derrick Carter, Ellen Allien, David Squillace, Duke Dumont, Futurecop, Klein & Dabruck, Stereoheroes

Local Live Artists
Van She, Grafton Primary, Theatre Of Disco, Gameboy Gamegirl

Local DJs
Kid Kenobi & Mc Shureshock, The Potbelleez, Ajax, Bang Gang DJs, Miami Horror, Trashbags Posse DJs, Redial, Robbie Lowe, Minimal Fuss DJs, Hoops, Kato, Roshambo, Fizz, Ben Morris, Goodwill, The Aston Shuffle, Alex Taylor & Jules Beaumont (Home Terrace Re-Union), Bag Raiders, The Outlaws, & more still TBA

... as they stopover in Melbourne between the main We Love Sounds shows in Sydney and Brisbane. That is how I managed to see Tiga, Alan Braxe and Kris Menace while over there to see Surkin.

I'd love to see Cassius and !!! and Grand National and The Whip and Mr Oizo and Utah Saints and Duke Dumont and Futurecop and Stereoheroes and Van She and Grafton Primary and Gameboy/Gamegirl and Miami Horror and Redial and Bag Raiders. If you need me to attach links to their respective myspace profiles because you don't know who they are then you don't deserve to listen to music. Go buy the spoken word recording of Al Gore's An Inconvenient Truth and get used to a monotonous existence.

Monday, 7 April 2008

Introducing your host

Source: Bitter Films

Dear reader, welcome to my own little piece of virtual earth, my quarter-acre section with ubiquitous white picket fence, my place for screaming into the abyss.

I may not be as well-known to some as I am to others so allow me to introduce myself.

Put simply, I am a man. That I am a man who likes other men is almost immaterial.

Dear reader, what matters is that I am a man who enjoys music. Unlike many others who enjoy it for its musicianship or for any great affinity they feel for the lyrics, I am a man who simply enjoys listening to music.

Dear reader, what matters is that I am a man who enjoys food. I enjoy the myriad ways food can be and indeed is cooked. I enjoy the tastes, the textures and indeed the aromas. While some 'eat to live', it would be true to say I 'live to eat'.

Dear reader, what matters is that I am a man who enjoys urban vinyl art toys. I enjoy them from the artistic packaging to the intoxicating aroma of fresh vinyl, to the design of the figures and the designs laid upon them. I enjoy them as works of art and as objects that bring out in me an inescapable feeling of giddiness.

Dear reader, what matters is that I am a man who enjoys reading. I enjoy reading hipster magazines like Frankie and Vice and the pulpy tomes of James Ellroy and Arturo Perez-Reverte. I abhor chick lit, airport fiction and Dan Brown; and poetry doesn't really float my boat either, but please try not to hold that against me.

Dear reader, what matters is that I am a slave to the adverb and often prone to using 40 words where four may suffice. For that I will apologise, just not right now.

Dear reader, what matters is that I am a man of strong opinions on many things that concern very few people, and conversely give very little thought to the few things that plague the consciences of so many people.

That dear reader is who I am.

And now something for the ladies

Source: Beryl Cook

Don't ask me why but I have indelible memories of this and other prints by Beryl Cook, memories etched into my childhood reminiscences.

I also have indelible memories of Daft Punk at Never Ever Land, Daft Hands, Daft Bodies and now the male version of Daft Bodies.

They're French, so of course it looks gay.


Source: Smithy92

Earlier this evening I felt like a drink after a rather full-on day. Well, to be honest, it was a very full-on day. The sort of day that just begs for a drink with friends to help unwind, to help detangle the day's events / stresses / happenings, and to help bask in the refreshing perspective that comes with sharing in the day experienced by others.

Well, dear readers, tonight was not to be such a night. My call to arms went unheeded by many and excused by others. Such is the tragedy of the modern era, of growing older and discovering that random requests for drinking partners often go unanswered even by one's nearest and dearest.

Is that an "oh, sweet Jesus, no!" I hear burbling up from the depths of the anonymous online abyss?