MySpace Trawl
MySpace Trawl – Silent Devices
Certain cities have various scenes that have been established over time. For bands that get involved, it’s all fine and dandy for them. Look no further than Oasis and The Smiths from Manchester who set the bar for others to follow. But then again, not everyone wants to crank out indie music which continually sounds stale after every release. Still, a solid fan base will lap it up. Other towns may not have such a strong musical heritage, but they put their stamp on where there from. Leicester, for example, may not be bursting with quality artists apart from breakaway act Kasabian – but do they really offer anything else apart from modernising Britpop ten years too late? Asides from producing tasty Walkers crisps, Leicester hasn’t been known for music. For some of you, this may change after listening to Silent Devices.
Certain cities have various scenes that have been established over time. For bands that get involved, it’s all fine and dandy for them. Look no further than Oasis and The Smiths from Manchester who set the bar for others to follow. But then again, not everyone wants to crank out indie music which continually sounds stale after every release. Still, a solid fan base will lap it up. Other towns may not have such a strong musical heritage, but they put their stamp on where there from. Leicester, for example, may not be bursting with quality artists apart from breakaway act Kasabian – but do they really offer anything else apart from modernising Britpop ten years too late? Asides from producing tasty Walkers crisps, Leicester hasn’t been known for music. For some of you, this may change after listening to Silent Devices.
MySpace Trawl – Bibio
With 2009 kicking and screaming to a close, many magazines and other publications often spit out their best-of lists. Usually it’s the opinion of one person sat in an office. Most of the time, people with any sense flick past them as they don’t need someone else telling them what is considered to be good. Though we could use the arse end of 2009 to go over the artists we’ve looked at, we won’t. Instead, we’ll still try to at least bring you something creatively different and worth investing in. This week, we couldn’t pick a better artist for mixing things up than Bibio. Whilst we don’t know if it’s pronounced Bi-bio or Bib-io, the records released by him are bloody fantastic.
With 2009 kicking and screaming to a close, many magazines and other publications often spit out their best-of lists. Usually it’s the opinion of one person sat in an office. Most of the time, people with any sense flick past them as they don’t need someone else telling them what is considered to be good. Though we could use the arse end of 2009 to go over the artists we’ve looked at, we won’t. Instead, we’ll still try to at least bring you something creatively different and worth investing in. This week, we couldn’t pick a better artist for mixing things up than Bibio. Whilst we don’t know if it’s pronounced Bi-bio or Bib-io, the records released by him are bloody fantastic.
MySpace Trawl – One Little Plane
Yee-haw kids, its reality pop star season, so what does that mean? It means that anyone who’s got an ounce of talent in their blood is going to get ignored. Money-making mass-produced rubbish will take over and make us all believe it's the best thing since the last reality show winner from the previous month. So ...
Yee-haw kids, its reality pop star season, so what does that mean? It means that anyone who’s got an ounce of talent in their blood is going to get ignored. Money-making mass-produced rubbish will take over and make us all believe it's the best thing since the last reality show winner from the previous month. So ...
MySpace Trawl – Mike D Chill
This is so ghetto that the fierce rhymes and raw beats have physically hurt our stomachs. Mike D Chill wants our pussy every day and every night, he wants it because it’s so damn tight. Well Mr Mike D Chill, the joke is on you. We don’t have female genitalia. The only penetrable organ we have is our bumhole. And even then ...
This is so ghetto that the fierce rhymes and raw beats have physically hurt our stomachs. Mike D Chill wants our pussy every day and every night, he wants it because it’s so damn tight. Well Mr Mike D Chill, the joke is on you. We don’t have female genitalia. The only penetrable organ we have is our bumhole. And even then ...
MySpace Trawl – Nic Dawson Kelly
One of the best things about writing these features is that we can mess around for the first couple of paragraphs by telling really rubbish jokes. You know, we’ll harp on for a while about something that is vaguely connected about the object/thing/person we’re talking about and then swing everything back round. We’re clever like that. It also makes people think we know what we’re doing. With this week’s MySpace Trawl, we don’t however need to badger on about anything. Nic Dawson Kelly simply delivers a no nonsense musical product.
One of the best things about writing these features is that we can mess around for the first couple of paragraphs by telling really rubbish jokes. You know, we’ll harp on for a while about something that is vaguely connected about the object/thing/person we’re talking about and then swing everything back round. We’re clever like that. It also makes people think we know what we’re doing. With this week’s MySpace Trawl, we don’t however need to badger on about anything. Nic Dawson Kelly simply delivers a no nonsense musical product.
MySpace Trawl – The Longcut
This week, popstars seem to have taken a lot of flack. On X Factor, Dannii Minogue tried to make a joke about one of the contestant’s sexuality. This epically failed, and now readers of The Daily Mail are flapping around and spilling cups of tea everywhere. Stephen Gately passed away naturally in his early thirties and horsealike Leona Lewis got belted. We assume it was off an angry Snow Patrol fan who didn’t like her cover version of Run. Whilst these so called stars are pumped in to your brain at every given chance on TV/radio/sofa advert, it’s impossible to get away from them. Most of the time, musical gems are lurking in your own city and will go unnoticed by people who are scared to listen to someone they’ve never heard of. Can we introduce The Longcut to you?
This week, popstars seem to have taken a lot of flack. On X Factor, Dannii Minogue tried to make a joke about one of the contestant’s sexuality. This epically failed, and now readers of The Daily Mail are flapping around and spilling cups of tea everywhere. Stephen Gately passed away naturally in his early thirties and horsealike Leona Lewis got belted. We assume it was off an angry Snow Patrol fan who didn’t like her cover version of Run. Whilst these so called stars are pumped in to your brain at every given chance on TV/radio/sofa advert, it’s impossible to get away from them. Most of the time, musical gems are lurking in your own city and will go unnoticed by people who are scared to listen to someone they’ve never heard of. Can we introduce The Longcut to you?
MySpace Trawl – Hudson Mohawke
Slick sounding hippity hop beats and soulful R&B doesn’t normally come out of the UK. When it does, it normally has a raw edge carved into the production. And an annoying moron chanting “Brixton/Leicester Square crew” over the top. Hudson Mohawke makes instrumental music that sounds like the above, but it doesn’t quite sound like the styles listed above.
Slick sounding hippity hop beats and soulful R&B doesn’t normally come out of the UK. When it does, it normally has a raw edge carved into the production. And an annoying moron chanting “Brixton/Leicester Square crew” over the top. Hudson Mohawke makes instrumental music that sounds like the above, but it doesn’t quite sound like the styles listed above.
MySpace Trawl – The Lovely Sparrows
Some things in life just make our day. A puppy dog's smile, solid chocolate Kit Kats, not having to get a round in at the pub, bacon sandwiches for lunch, not having to do any work, realising it's quitting time after thinking it was only two o’clock, Firefox not crashing and finally, getting sent free stuff. Go on PR companies, you know you love us. Whenever bucketloads of music comes hurtling towards us, the majority of it can be summed up in a few words. 'Radiohead wannabes' and 'bum toss' are terms most frequently used. But when bands like The Lovely Sparrows come along, we can’t just simply say 'they make lovely sounding songs'. Partly because the word lovely is a bit vague, and even we’re not that lazy to recycle the band's own name in to a review.
Some things in life just make our day. A puppy dog's smile, solid chocolate Kit Kats, not having to get a round in at the pub, bacon sandwiches for lunch, not having to do any work, realising it's quitting time after thinking it was only two o’clock, Firefox not crashing and finally, getting sent free stuff. Go on PR companies, you know you love us. Whenever bucketloads of music comes hurtling towards us, the majority of it can be summed up in a few words. 'Radiohead wannabes' and 'bum toss' are terms most frequently used. But when bands like The Lovely Sparrows come along, we can’t just simply say 'they make lovely sounding songs'. Partly because the word lovely is a bit vague, and even we’re not that lazy to recycle the band's own name in to a review.
