Showing posts with label times new viking. Show all posts
Showing posts with label times new viking. Show all posts

Wednesday, 11 March 2009

The Bitters (I am excited about this band like a tramp gets excited about eating)


Gordon Bennett! Not only do Bitters sound as good as they look, and taste like nice bitter pints ov ale on a noice sammer's day, but they are so good that they are LITERALLY grazing the possible shelf of New Favourite Band Material. And I haven't had a new favourite band since the early Times New Viking records, and before that, the ancient, craggy blasts of the early Deerhoof LPs like 'The Man, The King, The Girl'. So competition is steep.

But Bitters come as a fully-formed House Party/College Radio Punk Band for the best kind of losers, only with none of the pretentions of not being able to write killer songs, harmonise awesomely, or be (the difficultest, most deadly word)... catchy. They gots it all, basically. They're the kind of band you hear whilst holding the hair up of some puking girl, drunk and bored, and then they play, from a paint-covered stereo in someone's kitchen, and summer is tomorrow. They haven't even played a show yet. I hope I didn't jinx them too bad...




Friday, 30 January 2009

pens



oh hello PENS! do you happen to be the cutest band this side of the pond??? you do??!!! aces!!!!

the DIY scene in the u.k. has been pretty lacking with all the cascades of cool in america -- blank dogs, times new viking (i don't have to link this, if you don't adore t.n.v. by now then there's basically no hope for you, go and listen to kings of leon you cum drinker), vivian girls, wavves, christmas island, meth teeth, blah de blah.. but now we have our own shit! it's awesome -- sexy-arse (not ass in this case) bands like Male Bonding and the yankee doodle vocalisted Graffiti Island, and freakin Pens! all on our doorstep... things are looking gooooodddd.....

there's something immediately likeable about Pens. everything from their goofy URL -- myspace.com/penspenspenis, is pure, subtle fun, anti-credit crunch "i honestly didn't even think about giving a fuck" cool cool crap! "yeah baby i'll take you to bagel town" is an excellent song, as is the totally hummable whilst you make tea "high in the cinema", as played on DJ Rick's outstanding radio show in california, Art for Spastics. they are, as you can see, sweet as 3 shiny buttons. sooooo, basically go see them.

S

Friday, 28 November 2008

MUSIC LITERATURE IS MY QUEEN:my# Pitchfork burger-nip chois,,es,,,,,,,, or some shit










pitchfork have this reader's poll, and instead of my valuable views being smudged in with all the other troglodyte votes, i thought i would tell your FACE what i think and how you should think. this is democracy. X 64.

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favourite album 2008
rip it off - Times New Viking
this album is the sound of artistic shabby canvas sex and spooning. all the time, but represented on a piece of parchment, by the egyptians. it's so brutish, goofy and shit, and it doesn't care, and this is why it is just like love. it's such a stylish, landmark record, not too indie, not too goat-eyed and indifferent, it's leftist and green and so appallingly produced it makes you long for band practice in the garage. 'i wanted to buy you flowers' Beth and Adam sing through bass-ridden dead-amp distortion on The Early 80's (adorable greengrocers' apostrophe a must), and its like, but you already did.

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favourite song 2008
suicide notes - Ariel Pink's Haunted Graffiti
It's a silly idea to choose yr favourite song in any year, (i was going to put Water Curses but for untold reasons, i cant bare to listen to it anymore, or perhaps something my coki? hmm..), but my random discovery of Ariel Pink was so lucky musically -- his sound - -weird-ass, emotional, lost in the worst/best GENUINE trip of the 70's. music journo's often talk about music being trippy, but that's because they're recalling when they did speed a month ago. the Haunted Graffiti is really warped in a way that seems to be due to a labour of love. and it's singable. it's like when you have to spend time with cousins you cant really remember the names of and you havent slept, and you realise how old they look and the insertion point on the inside of your elbow really itches, and time is really subjective and flopped over. suicide notes is really cool because i pretend the chorus goes Jodie, Jodie, which is a friend of mine from when i was really young, and it hazes the whole thing up.

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best live act 2008
The Kills
i've seen more shows that usual this year, but the crystal castles show at the beginning of the year made me realise how they are now tamers of 14-year-old zombies, and they whip them into shape (or Alice does, dominatrix that she is) and that really bored me. then Shred Yr Face at Elec Ballroom was excellent and sexy, traditional fun, as was the No Age aftershow later at Bar Vinyl, where Randy was a really nice guy (and reading their recent interviews, fucking hilarious), as well as Fucked Up, where everyone there got mollested. but seeing the Kills, and not really expecting much at all (i had presumed my tastes had changed significantly, No Wow being the last album i got), they were fucking nang. classically composed, genuinely enjoying themselves, and always with this beautiful, sad poetry between them. it was as if Kate Moss was standing in the middle like a ghostly form, seperating them, and the glances (and sometimes lustful, full-on stares) they gave eachother were taut with happy, glad-to-be-on-the-road melancholy. i began imagining the conversations they would have at whatever shitty Stoke hotel they were staying at, wondering how Alison would lean out the window whilst she smoked. the nicest thing about the Kills is they are probably the most timeless, ageless band of the decade, and there is definitely something worth keeping in that.

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best new artist 2008
David Altmejd
it doesnt say music artist, and there are too many to choose from, so let me tell you about the awesome contemporary sculptor David Altmejd. he's canadian, uses dead/synthetic animals (often wolves) in his work, with huge fuck off crystals coming out of their chests, and digital watches on their wrists. often his sculptures are so dense with tiny images, little freaky men made out of whatever, queuing up inside the body of some transcreature, full of color without the 'u', all with a pastel, rural cool. not so much an artist's artist, as a fashion designer's artist.

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most overrated album
the seldom seen kid - Elbow
blah blah blah! hello sire, whats yon band call-ed? el-BOW. EL-bow -- really? and you feel thou deservest a stance on the highest of crap, dans Mercury prize, throne, yes? above Burial? Yes? whyest you better sit on d'cunt then chaps!!.... Elbow winning the Mercury seemed to say everything that needed to be said about music this year -- no one knows what they are supposed to like. Kasabian-lite for lonely mid thirties? fine. very innovative. get out of my sight. Los Campesinos!' We are Beautiful, We are Doomed was also on the shortlist for this, theyre mawkish fucking shit-children too.

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most underrated album
anywhere i lay my head - Scarlett Johansson
oh no he dit'ent! yeah, i know. but bear in mind she couldve put out any old absolute chart-topping icecream toss, but she actually chose to make a decent, muddily-produced, personal record. it's a series of tom waits covers, but it's clearly something she wanted to do since she was a kid, and then got to, and even though shes a fairly pants singer, it just makes the whole thing more shoegazey and goofy (pictures of her in her wellies). it's refreshing that it wasn't shit, is what i mean, in earnest. rubicund lips and wellies are a good combo.

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Sunday, 3 August 2008

psychedelic horseshit






this line represents Ohio's Psychedelic Horseshit. is it good? is it bad? is it actually 2 lines? what is a line? am I gay? how can I hope to have a stable family that appreciate me individually but equally? all valid questions.

the band are from the super-relevant genre of Shitgaze. so um um sire? wot da fuk does that mean?

-- i guess it means MBV played shit? guuhhihhhrr!!

not so much. instead, imagine the music industry. and then imagine the frustration of how shit (on the whole, if youre honest) it is, on a global fucking scale. its the frustration that music like Psychedelic Horseshit (it's a chore to write that out) are born from. and praise Allah they exist, because with any luck the impressive sarcasm of Matt Whitehurst's lyrics (the kind that make you feel like every decision made in your life is a naive dirty joke), as well as the band's overall cluttered, hurtful sound, will make people question what the fuck theyre listening to on a night out, or on their 1/2-volume iPod Shuffles.

songs like 'Rather Dull' speak a rare, square bitterness at pretty much all subcultures, (other than their popular satirical/not satirical targeting of New Age Hippies). because of the absolute horror of the sound of Psychedelic Horseshit, things become so mangled that the listener can make their own interpretations, musically and lyrically ('rather dull' becomes 'radical' por ejemplo). but, despite the crap-sliding-off-a-tin-roof sound of PsyHoSh, (and like you were expecting much after all this justification) they make sick choons, genuinely catchy (I had 'Mouth Disciples' lodged in my brain for 427890 hours) pop songs, albeit played by 3 ravaged foxes. they really are well worth a listen if you wondered what an undead version of a parallel universe Strokes would sound like if they cunted their amps and worked in telesales.

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x!
Andy Apples




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Sunday, 29 June 2008

Old Stereo

I was on me way home from me grandma's and i thought... OMFGSZx11!! Only blogs isn't it! only blogs! so i knew i had to make a whole new blog from scratch, a music blog BECAUSE BLOGS ARE WELL FUCKING PUNK

1st things fuckin last (what films that from - its from reservoir dogs), take a look at this scab on my shinbone:------

<---- Every boy and every girl knows that the best thing you'll ever get out of life is peeling a scab off your leg, and I've just started on this one. Good fucking times. & In case you didn't notice, the aesthetic of this blog is to have really un related shit? and poor grammar? You cant complain because that is the aesthetic of this blog, so you can contact me and complain but i litereally wont listen. TIT OFF SHANGLE Anyway, I had this idea of 1-sentence summaries of new bands, and I was gonna get ducttape and photograph it and scan it in and use that as a background, and all these things. Basically im trying to be as messy as possible. BECAUSE BLOAGS ARE WELL FUCKING PUNK

Times New Viking are so flipping punk they make me want to play the bass guitar round a middle-class girl's house until blood drips down from my index finger onto their Persian carpet.

TRUE STORY

Alice Glass has the nicest tits ever. X 400000000000000000000000000000000000

now some bad ones......

Coldplay must stop BUGGING ME now that they are the nostalgic-pub-jukebox-presser's favourite cunt song makers that they vaguely remember playing in the background of a tender moment with their girlfriend of 7 YEARS ago listening to Trouble, even though the album cover of the new one is nice THAT DOESNT MAKE YOU GOOD SHITS.

and finally....

Timbaland fancies his dad.

PERIOD.



by Andrew! Bye!