I’m just too tired to blog today.
I’m just too tired to blog today.
“Okay, so I semi-recently lost most of my music, including a bunch of Einstuerzende Neubauten, but I’d never really listened to anything except Halber Mensch, so help me out, where do I start when it comes to replenishing my Einstuerzende collection, ya’ll?” – propagandadeceitandpretense
Why, certainly, ma’am. Continue reading
There were always old punks lurking at the local, or skulking in the nightclub, and we thought they were OK. Punk was old and dead, and the few wrinkly remainders trying to hit on women or men half their ages were smiled at like old WWII veterans. They might be a little out-of-place, perhaps a little embarrassing, but we wouldn’t have been here if it wasn’t for them, so there was a reverence there. We respected our elders. Nearly 20 years later, I see how young people today regard my own clubbing years. On Buzzfeed, a meme is going viral where fans are taking some footage of some terribly earnest-looking industrial fans dancing and overdubbing the music with ever more ridiculous novelty hits, with even more mischief to be found on Reddit. These fans are a laughing stock – and rightly so, because they are ridiculous.
What turns it from pathetic to outright upsetting is how little resemblance either the people or the music bears to the genre I loved with such a passion. It’s painful watching something you love die. Even when I was young, the old guard complained that Nine Inch Nails weren’t “real industrial”, and we smiled because things have to evolve and grow. But now there’s no trace of anything that ever made us love it in the first place. It hasn’t just evolved, it’s an entirely separate species, and it needs to be put out of its misery. Continue reading
When I was about 16, a youth worker from my mother’s church invited me out for a cup of tea. I think he thought from my appearance that I was Ally Sheedy in The Breakfast Club and that he was going to be giving me the makeover. I smiled indulgently as he poured the milk: I appreciated the concern.
After five minutes, he put his teacup down and looked me in the eye.
“You know, you are not at all how I expected you to be.”
I laughed. “Well, what did you expect?” Continue reading
Not sure if this topic is actually trending yet, but it should be! (Thanks, ET) It’s not based on all the songs in my collection, just the ones I have to hand. One song from each featured band (so it’s not just a list of Pink Floyd songs):
Sufjan Stevens – Impossible Soul (25:34)
Like Echoes, it’s like an album’s-worth of songs in one.
Pink Floyd – Echoes (16:31)
I still go absolutely weak at the knees watching that!
If anyone wanted to share (or relive) my experience of the recent Einstürzende Neubauten concert, French site ARTE have a very high quality stream of video footage that you can watch for free over the next few weeks.
They don’t look like rock stars. “They’ve been going 30 years? They must be really old,” as my friend so delicately put it. Alex Hacke looks like he should be working in the local chip shop, with his knackered old vest and hair all over the place. Blixa, a sweet eccentric in a three-piece suit, is prowling the stage barefoot and making theremin noises with his mouth. You will find him if you want him in the garden, unless it’s pouring down with rain. Do Neubauten entertain me? Yes. Do they move me? Yes. Then who cares if they’re scruffy barefooted old men in vests banging on bits of metal?
Ah yes, bits of metal. Two percussion kits with all sorts of home-made contraptions attached to them dominate the stage, and band members move around, occasionally swapping more traditional instrumentation for metal pipes and planks of metal. That song that sounds like a drawer of cutlery being thrown around? Oh, that is a drawer of cutlery being thrown around.