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:
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:
Poor little bastards are under threat of extinction due to a rare and mysterious cancer disease -- Tasmanian Devil Facial Tumour Disease (DFTD). (story)
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.
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.
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.
It's been an interesting month here at Drinks-After-Work. There hasn't been much blogging goin' on, that's fer sure. I've been on holiday for about a month and there's been no damn time, you know? There's been a hell of a lot going on which I'll cover off in another post, shortly, if I can find a dignified way of doing so. But suffice it to say that I've spent most of that time getting drunk, and the rest of the time sleeping.
Otherwise I've spent a lot of time looking at pictures of Brutalist architecture, inspired in part by Robyn (also see pic here).
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I thought we'd better have a song, so here's one* from Chris Whitley:
Chris Whitley - New Machine (3.80 MB mp3: right-click and Save As to download; play using the handy little embedded player below)
On his second album, Whitley abandons the atmospheric acoustic blues-rock of his debut for a hard-hitting, grungy guitar attack. Appropriately, the songs are all about losers and hard times -- it's a dark, bleak album, twisting through its songs with a grim determination. The problem is, it doesn't always work. Whitley's lyrics are still rooted in the folk-blues storytelling tradition, while his music follows the rules of contemporary hard rock, complete with start-stop dynamics and thick layers of distortion. However, he can't write riffs that equal the best of Nirvana, Pearl Jam, and Soundgarden, nor does he have melodies to rival theirs. His music works best a lyrical level and the musical approach on Din of Ecstasy obscures his lyrics, making the record a muddled affair.
See, aside from the first two sentences which are correct, that's complete and utter bullshit. It's a sensationally, exceedingly-cool record, and at some point I'm going to write about it a bit more.
There's also probably gonna be a few minor changes to DAW, too. In my 4th year, at well over 500 posts now, I'm approaching 40,000 reads and I decided to have a wee overhaul, both to the layout and to the content. Some of the changes are immediate -- for example the "tag-cloud" in the left side-bar (I can't have a real tag cloud because *cough* Blogger is a *cough* ass), and the broken archives navigation (sorry about that) -- and others will be coming as I find time to get them sorted out.
So the new Stumps album is out. It has amazing cover artwork by Yunico Uchiyma. This is some of my favourite Stumps stuff yet. Its basically a collection of the best of the stuff that we haven't been able to use on record or CD due to excessive digital distortion or whatever. On cassette this just doesn't seem to matter so much.. But yeah- I fully recommend this one- its the perfect blend of our more ambient studio stuff and the pull out the jams rock excess of the live shows...
cassettes of mind melting calibre with artwork by always crazy psychedelic artists ... this stuff ripped my mind apart.
epic and heavy heavy heavy. listening for the second time right now...seems a little more peaceful than the first listen which blasted me waaaay out !!
I love the change at the 13 minute mark on the A side. Reminds me a lot of Landfall at first before everything gets incinerated... Harsh as I've ever heard you guys!
puh
fully engulfed!
We should have copies soon but otherwise you can get it from Scumbag Tapes.
In the meantime you can listen to a couple of the tracks here.
You might be tempted to dismiss them as a bunch of fucking sick monkeys, but I'm quite enchanted with the fresh viewpoint they bring to the increasingly commercial and transactionalised area of inter-gender power relationships.
"Women Lie Alot"
You have to give them a few props, though, cos the cute* baldy in the front row is wearing a t-shirt for Judas Iscariot, probably the best-ever non-Scandinavian black metal outfit.
David Bowie -- Black Country Rock from The Man Who Sold The World Can -- Thief from Delay '68 Ghost -- Escaped and Lost Down in Medina from Hypnotic Underworld Black Sabbath -- Under the Sun from Volume 4 Roxy Music -- Beauty Queen from For Your Pleasure Polyphonic Spree -- Section B (It's the Sun) from The Beginning Stages Of... Labradford -- Midrange from Labradford Signer -- Building Memories Without You from Low Light Dreams Velvet Cacoon -- Genevieve pt. 1 from Genevieve Snapper -- Buddy from Snapper EP Sting -- Russians from Dream of the Blue Turtles Chris Bell -- Speed of Sound from I Am The Cosmos Sneaky Feelings -- Waiting for Touchdown from Send You The Terminals -- Uncoffined from Uncoffined Bailterspace -- New Man from Nelsh EP Stranglers -- Get a Grip from Rattus Norvegicus Clean -- Billy Two from Compilation Captain Beefheart -- I'm Gonna Booglarise You Baby from The Spotlight Kid Big Star -- Thank You Friends from Third/Sister Lovers Johnny Thunders -- Born To Lose from some compilation/reissue Darkthrone -- Slottet I Det Fierne from Transilvanian Hunger Jean-Paul Satre Experience -- Flex from J.P.S.E. EP Only Ones -- Another Girl, Another Planet from The Only Ones Thom Yorke -- Analyse from The Eraser Radiohead -- Bodysnatchers from In Rainbows Robert Forster -- Danger in the Past from Danger in the Past Phil Davison -- Memorial from Songs for the Dead of Gandamek
Just a wee heads up: I'll be presenting the very first Wellingtonista Radio Show on The VBC tonight. The VBC is the student owned and operated/community LPFM radio station broadcasting on 88.3FM, based at the Kelburn Campus of Victoria University of Wellington, in New Zealand.
I've had little luck picking up their signal on my radio -- which is odd given that I live quite close to the transmitter (I think I'm in the shadow of a hill) -- but the streaming feed (http://202.50.176.139:8000/listen.pls) works just fine. The show will go from 7 - 9 pm, NZDT (GMT+13). The studio line is +64 4 463 9994 if you feel like ringing up and abusing/encouraging me.
Things is in they infancy, but expect the show to grow and grow and take on a life and form of its own over the early weeks of the year, with contributions from many of the Wellingtonista's writers.
Thie weeks Friday Farce is a real farce. Not one of these nice-fests we've been having lately. And don't get me wrong, I really rate Joe Pernice and The Pernice Brothers and and and and so on... Joe (and band) plays sweetly darkened melancholy bliss-pop like no other:
Pernice Brothers - Crestfallen (5.34 MB mp3: right-click and Save As to download; play using the handy little embedded player below)
The Stumps Exigence C60 (Lady Garden, via Scumbag Relations, 2008).
I wonder if Bea Arthur (TV's The Golden Girls, etc.) ever indulges in vanity googling (as well as every fucking one else).
Just a wee heads up: I'll be presenting the very first Wellingtonista Radio Show on The VBC tonight. The VBC is the student owned and operated/community LPFM radio station broadcasting on 88.3FM, based at the Kelburn Campus of Victoria University of Wellington, in New Zealand.
Xmas day was the culmination of about five days of solid drinking; details to follow.
