FAIL Out Boy

Fuck Fall Out Boy. Srsly, fuck them. Fall Out Boy, when yr old(er) and fucken burnt out and fucked up and shit, I hope you google yourselves and somehow find this. Remember, get fucked. Get fucked, alot. And I don't mean "get laid". That would be a blessing, not a curse. I mean GO AND GET FUCKED YOU ASSHOLES.

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What, you may ask, the hell are you on about, drinks-after-worker? Ok, let's do this in bullet-points:

• I love David Bowie. A lot.
• I hate your band.
• I love David Bowie's album Station To Station.
• In the opening, title track on Station To Station there's a lyric which goes It's not the side-effects of the cocaine / I'm thinking that it must be love.
• Fall Out Boy -- your band, whom I hate (above) (I mean, they're so bad it's comical) released an album (or was it an EP? Who fucken cares) in 2004 called My Heart Will Always Be The B-Side To My Tongue. Stupid, stupid name. It gets worse (what, you hadn't guessed?)
• On MHWABTBSTMY there is a song called It's Not A Side Effect Of The Cocaine. I Am Thinking It Must Be Love.

I don't really need to go on, do I?

Here is a "fan video" for the song, which is insipid crap (the song, not the video.) (Although the video is not shit hot either.)

This is much better. It's a (seemingly impromptu) a capella rendition of the section of Station To Station that is in question:

I've heard that if you so desire, you can download a copy of the Fall Out Boy release here: I appreciate comments left! DO NOT STEAL MY LINKS D: \

FAIL Out Boy, if you read this: Fuck You! Also don't forget to GO AND GET FUCKED YOU ASSHOLES.

Ta to Robyn for inspiration.

Tasmanian Devil sympathy

Awwwwwwwwww......

Poor little bastards are under threat of extinction due to a rare and mysterious cancer disease -- Tasmanian Devil Facial Tumour Disease (DFTD). (story)

S.U.V. wheelcover & Tasmanian Devil misanthropy

Ah well, it's gotta be better than the standard Tazzie Devil ones, right?

The first Roxy Music album

Michael Bracewell has written a new book on Roxy Music. It's called Re-make/Re-model, published by Faber & Faber (London 2007) and Roxy's sensational, amazing first album gets the book (and book review) it deserves.

Unused album artwork for Roxy Music (1972)

I'd never seen or heard anything so clearly made for me and my art-school manqué world-view. The cover, with Kari-Ann Muller in classic 1940s' pin-up pastiche, all pink ribbons and silver platforms, was Big Biba Rainbow Room. The contents covered all the bases: the Warholian ones, the art history ones, the Ladbroke Grove, gay-friends-of-Hockney ones. Of course, Bryan Ferry looked fantastic and, despite all the unbearable cleverness, the music went like a train - plangent sax, driving drums - offsetting Brian Eno's synth weirdness. They played at the Royal College of Art that year and then at The Rainbow, a Low Deco kitschfest in itself. This really was Tomorrow Calling.

Check the essay; watch the videos; buy the book. Wowowowowowow

‘Do the Strand’ on The Old Grey Whistle Test

Glasses of happy

You may think that it sux0x being stuck in an office on such a lovely day as this; but let me tell you, you've no cause for disconsolance when you've a pair of Found Peach-Tinted Happy Glasses (TM):

There's no way anything can be wrong in the world with a pair of these wrapped around yer pies. Although I had to add the comedy LOLmouth cos I wasn't looking happy enough.

The Best 12 ANZAC War Stories EVER!

I may just have found the very most awesome book in the history of ever. Ever.

"Take that, cobber!" "Achtung!" "BANZAI!" "Donner Und Blitzen!" "Ye Gods!"

Hoo boy.

40,000 reasons

Cool. This morning at some point I've limped past 40,000 visits, so let's have a song to celebrate:

Orange Goblin - Hand of Doom (6.25 MB mp3: right-click and Save As to download; play using the handy little embedded player below)

Yep, it's a cover of the Black Sabbath tune.

Warning: Spoiler

Joy!

My 18-month-long self-renovation art-project -- making myself over in the image of the killer from Twin Peaks -- has almost reached fruition.

Mai new house, you should see mai new house

Ok, I moved house. And now I find myself in Newtown. Which is weird, because I quite literally have not lived more than a spit away from the heart of Wellington City for more than 15 years.

So this is my local:

I gotta be honest and say that I am not 100% sure what is going on with his right eye. Is he winking conspiratorially? (Hey, fellah, come inside and umm we can drink sum beer eh?) Is it a black eye? Has he been rucked in the face?

The Fall - My New House (4.84 MB mp3: right-click and Save As to download; play using the handy little embedded player below)

But anyway that's a mighty fine looking tankard of beer he is brandishing. Makes me thirsty just looking at it.