I didn’t put too much thought or time into an offhand musing as to the relative merits (or otherwise) of the wub-wub guy, so I was surprised by its popularity. Did the post’s 63,000 readers join Team Love or Team Hate? Continue reading →
Everett True reckons that Artists Should Stick To Art instead of making mixtapes of obvious dad rock. If mixtapes made by artists are so disappointing in real life, I think we should invent some fantasy selections.
There’s something incredibly draining about calling people out on their bulls***. It’s probably why people don’t do it very often. It’s probably why I find it very draining when I hear other people do it, and end up unfollowing left-wing ranters on Twitter. Listening to other people’s anger just makes me want to curl up and go to sleep, and not in a happy way. That said, I was energised and refreshed when Ad-ver-sary + Antigen Shift donated part of their set at Festival Kinetik 5.0 to call out fellow performers Nachtmahr and Combichrist on their particularly evil, offensive brand of bulls***. Continue reading →
It’s been exactly two years since I started this blog and the difference it has made to my life has been remarkable. Not the writing part; I’ve always done that. Even when I wasn’t writing for publication, I was wittering away on internet forums or clogging up Facebook with my rantings. No, it’s the inspiration. It’s like being in love. You know, the butterflies-in-the-tummy feeling you get that makes you feel like you’ll just burst if you don’t shout it from the rooftops – that’s how I feel when I hear a great song. It goes far beyond just transforming my mood or giving me an idea. The word “inspiration” is related to breathing, and that’s how essential and natural this process is. I might have a conscious discipline to blog every day, but that just facilitates my discovery of these wonderful tunes – the words that appear on the screen are just a manifestation, a by-product of the process. If I couldn’t write, I’d just have to speak about it, and if I couldn’t speak I’d grunt and gibber. I’d point. I’d take you by the hand and drag you over to the record player. This. Hear it. Now.
These are just a few of the songs that have inspired me in the past 12 months. You can hear them as a YoutubePlaylist (click to stream). Enjoy! Continue reading →
Crust. I think of two things: pie and bread. I didn’t know it was a genre. Neither did Him Indoors, and he knows a lot about rock. Apparently it’s a meeting of punk and metal and isn’t hardcore. I picked The Messenger off The Quietus Best of 2011 Spotify playlist – it was one of those effing-hell-must-play-this-again-immediately moments. Jaw, meet floor. Continue reading →