Articles tagged with: MySpace
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: Buffalo Killers
Like rock, of a vintage kind, with balls out and great beer guts sticking out from faded tees, gathering up the crumbs dropped from big ol' beards? Then you need a word with Cincinnati's Buffalo Killers, who have peddling vintage groove laden rockin' fuzz psych spectacular under the radar for some years. They've been gaining admiring glances from support slots with The Black Crowes, who clearly seethe with jealousy at a band able to rock harder, louder and with more funk than anyone else in the battlefield. This is real shit-kicker rock to knock your spots clean off.
Like rock, of a vintage kind, with balls out and great beer guts sticking out from faded tees, gathering up the crumbs dropped from big ol' beards? Then you need a word with Cincinnati's Buffalo Killers, who have peddling vintage groove laden rockin' fuzz psych spectacular under the radar for some years. They've been gaining admiring glances from support slots with The Black Crowes, who clearly seethe with jealousy at a band able to rock harder, louder and with more funk than anyone else in the battlefield. This is real shit-kicker rock to knock your spots clean off.
MySpace Trawl: Mazes
Sometimes there isn't music ugly enough to tell you how you feel. Of course, by ugly, that doesn't mean a withered hand chopping out power chords with someone singing who makes Thom Yorke look like Mr Universe. No, we're talking about No Fi. Absolutely zero in terms of fidelity means checking out the skuzz-pop of Mazes who record their music through the speakers on their telly.
Sometimes there isn't music ugly enough to tell you how you feel. Of course, by ugly, that doesn't mean a withered hand chopping out power chords with someone singing who makes Thom Yorke look like Mr Universe. No, we're talking about No Fi. Absolutely zero in terms of fidelity means checking out the skuzz-pop of Mazes who record their music through the speakers on their telly.
MySpace Trawl: The Maladies of Bellafontaine
Folk music was once the language of impoverished people singing about their first born getting hung by poshos and the cries of a people in chains, repressed by other poshos. Then, at some point in history, folk music stopped being a language, but rather, something powered by its sense of own self worth. Riffs recycled, along with the tin cans that once housed organic pulses and the like. It's enough to make you puke, especially when the NuFolkies end up flogging their faux DIY charms to a Daewoo commercial or some junk. Twee and insipid seems to be the way to get ahead in advertising.
Folk music was once the language of impoverished people singing about their first born getting hung by poshos and the cries of a people in chains, repressed by other poshos. Then, at some point in history, folk music stopped being a language, but rather, something powered by its sense of own self worth. Riffs recycled, along with the tin cans that once housed organic pulses and the like. It's enough to make you puke, especially when the NuFolkies end up flogging their faux DIY charms to a Daewoo commercial or some junk. Twee and insipid seems to be the way to get ahead in advertising.
