October 2010
1 post
Come (around sundown) back special
It’s been a while.
I think it’s pretty safe to say that Kings of Leon are probably the most popular band in quote un-quote rock and roll today. Yes, I suppose there is Muse, with their legions of fans that make gigs seem like science-fiction conventions and ability to sell out Wembley, and U2, with their SUPER MASSIVE MEGA GIGS that still probably don’t make Bono feel any better about his tiny...
July 2010
1 post
World Cup Fever
A lot’s been happening, a lot except for me doing any form of web-logging my life… Probably cause I’ve ran out of adjectives. What do you do when you run out of words? Make up sounds, of course. Sounds like BZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ. or VVVVVVVVOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO. or maybe...
June 2010
3 posts
Dot To Dot 2010, a review-shaped round up.
So, finally free from the embrace of the comforting arms of free education, one might find it appropriate to celebrate. Couple this with the excellent timing of Nottingham’s finest hour (or fifteen) in the world of entertainment, and you’ve got Dot to Dot 2010, which fell conveniently on Sunday, two days after the end of college.
I’d like to give an in depth report of the...
May 2010
3 posts
Total [-ly awesome] Live Forever.
Stepping away from my brief furrow into the depressing world of politics, I dragged my exhausted body to Trent Uni on Friday night to see the ever-progressive Oxford quintet Foals on the eve of the release of their second record Total Life Forever (do you get the title pun now? I’m so sorry). Having previously seen the band twice; once at Rock City and once at Underage festival - both...
A triumph for idiocy.
Disclaimer: the following features sickening amounts of cynicism, bias, hate, irrationality and a bit of bad language. SEE WHAT YOU’VE DONE, VOTING PUBLIC?
In the aftermath of last night’s election, with the lonely Labour-supporting signs still standing in resilience on the fences of houses down the road, all my sleep deprived brain can do is feel a little deflated by it all. With...
Over The Campaign-bow
Well it’s May the third and isn’t it awfully close to the final of Election Fever 2010? I hope Graham Norton presents it the results show, and at the end Gordon Brown has to give the key to 10 Downing Street to Andrew Lloyd-Webber as he sits in his throne, before being winched across the studio as Clegg and Cameron wave him off wearing twee little gingham dresses. It’s a really...
April 2010
3 posts
South Park vs. Islam, it was always going to end...
I feel a sad day has passed in the world of television. Without wanting to sound for a BNP-voting bigot or a Daily Mail columnist, it is sad because Comedy Central caved in to extremist Muslim pressure, and heavily censored the 201st episode of South Park to rid it of all visual and audible traces of the prophet Muhammad. Now, you might be inclined to think, that due to the old furore over the...
Dragon tattoos and sexual abuse... good old...
Let’s face it, rape isn’t the nicest of subjects… It’s not particularly something you want to see when you go to the shops, it’s not particularly something you want to see when you go to the cinema with your dad and girlfriend to see a nice swedish film. Then again, i don’t particularly want to see Viet Cong soldiers on a trip to Sainsbury’s, and i...
March 2010
4 posts
Laura Marling has become something of an indie siren in recent years - everything she shags turns to gold; Noah and The Whale, Mumford and Sons, possibly Mystery Jets. She was the muse for (in my opinion) the best album of 2009, Noah and The Whale’s The First Days of Spring, detailing Charlie Fink’s heartbroken breakup with young Marling, and no doubt inspired her new squeeze Marcus...
L.A.D. Display
The Courteeners, Rock City. 8th March 2010.
So going to a gig was probably the worst thing to remedy a 36 hour hangover, but oh well. The Courteeners rolled into Nottingham last night as part of their Falcon tour, and with them over a thousand lads with their polo tops covering lager-filled bellies, as well as a few chilly-looking girls and middle aged people standing on the balcony looking...
Reasons to be cheerful.
Well a friend described my writing voice as “angry” this week, so perhaps I’ll try to shed all raging connotations with this unprovoked act of optimism… With the nights drawing out and this early March six o’clock sky a pastel explosion, new music from my favourite bands flooding in thick and fast, it’s hard not to feel happy.
As posted earlier in the week, the...
February 2010
4 posts
Death of a whale trainer
Whales have never struck me as an untrustworthy creature, an animal with a penis the size of my actual self need not to be wily and deceitful. Alas, my premonitions of the whale were shattered yesterday, when I heard the news that a whale trainer in Orlando (pictured hugging the whale, unbeknownst to her impending betrayal at the flippers of the whale) was stabbed in the back by her good friend...
Shrove Tuesday.
Shrove Tuesday, what an odd little day this is. Making my first ever batch of pancakes made me realise it’s actually really easy to do and it’s foolish that we only ever eat them on this day or off a French man in a van, and even then we call them crepes as not to betray this wonderful English tradition we have. I’m afraid I probably bastardised the Britishness of pancakes by...
Well, the weather keeps betraying me by looking sunny and then actually being really fucking freezing, but aside from wily temperatures and erect nipples, this week has been a pretty good one. My first gigs since the start of January (kind of) bookended the working week; NME Awards Tour at Rock City on Tuesday and The Sunshine Underground at The Venue in Derby on Friday. I’m not sure if...
A post in the shape of a review of the week
This week has been full of John Terry’s sordid private life being chucked in everyone’s face like he chucked his yoghurt all over Wayne Bridge’s missus back in summetime… I’d like to feel sorry for the public hounding of the man the papers call ‘JT’, as if he deserves an initialism of his name, but the fact is the only initials he deserves associated with...
January 2010
1 post
Check one two
First sentences are always the hardest ones I tend to think (wordy ones, though I imagine this applies to the ones Mandela made famous too), so I’ll get this one out of the way with the first sentence being about first sentences. Postmodern or wut. I’m not really sure what I’m going to do with this web log, but society tells me I need one in order to be heard/cool. I think I...