Articles tagged with: Trawl
One day, our constant stereotype abuse will probably land us with either a smack in the chops or a lawsuit.
If anything, we’d prefer the latter, not because it’ll make us look big, hard and more attractive to socialites but due to the fact we have bugger all to our name. If a Hollywood superstar wants our collection of cigarette packets or dated takeaway menus, then let bring it on!
This week’s band – Dananananaykroyd hail from bonny Scotland. So naturally, we assumed that they’d be red headed, wear nothing but tartan and have a diet that consisted of only deep-fried Mars Bars and gallons of Irn Bru. Oh, and we thought that bagpipes had to feature somewhere. Apart from the bagpipes, we aren’t sure if our assumptions on the band are true, but maybe in a probing interview one day we can find that out. For now, we’ll concentrate on their music.
After a few weeks of seemingly pissing people off with music from both ends of the extreme spectrum, we’re back to offer something more accessible. Oh, it’s also bloody fantastic to if we don’t mind speaking too soon.
We don’t really like people sending us messages telling us how awesome a band's friends think they are. Usually a band's mates have been bribed with jelly sweets to win their praise. Even if they're shit. So when we got a mini message from a band called Trifonic saying we’d like them because we were fans of Four Tet, we naturally took a listen. And we liked what we heard so much, we thought we’d share it with you.
Last week's recommendation of chiptune seemed to annoy a few people and get too nerdy and technical for our liking. Seriously, if something made out of a razor blade, phonebook and a mobile phone makes
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We don’t admit to being cool and if for some reason you are devoted to our every word, then er… we’ll send you a special sticker or something to show you some loyalty. Here at hecklerspray towers, we love everyone. Especially those who occasionally send us free things. Random presents are always appreciated, be it boxes of crisps or half-drunk bottles of wine.
One thing we don’t like is when big artists treat everyone else like dog doo. You may be a multi-platinum superstar, but nothing angers us more when someone pushes in front of us at the pub. That is unless you’re buying something for us. Even still, we prefer artists who firstly make great music and wouldn’t mind talking to us before/after a gig. We think David E Sugar would.
Female singers, they're all the range at the minute aren’t they?
Over the last year and a bit, the UK has spat out quite a few of these creatures that have gone on to sell many records. And subsequently make some fat man in a suit rich enough so he can wipe his arse with £20 notes.
Most of them, though, have come from the bloody Brit School of music. This place is worse than Borstal in terms of unleashing dangerous musical predators on to the street. Frankly, we are a bit sick of one place churning out the same thing. It stops other females such as the already trawled Beth Rowley and Laura Marley a look in.
Such dominance from the same band of artists also stops top class foreign females from getting an airplay. So this is why we have to bring Lykke Li to your attention.
Fear not, we’re not promoting stabbing and gang violence yet – we’ll leave that for Grand Theft Auto IV. Well, that’s if you believe The Sun anyway.
For this week’s musical offering, we remain in Manchester. Everyone loves Manchester; it gave us Oasis who made two decent albums many years ago. We also got a comedy grump in the form of Morrissey. The meat hating rocker has many a follower.
But those two particular artists lack a certain sound. It’s the hint of any electronics, or if you’d prefer to call them, 'those computer-sounding bits.' Ever since New Order got all pissy with each other, the city needs a new dominating electronic-influenced band. We may have just found one with Daggers.
Originally, the artist featured in this week's trawl was actually going to be lumped into a gig review.
But then we realised we’d already reviewed Underworld in October, so doing it a few months later would be daft. And we couldn’t be bothered with the random and strange abusive comments we’d probably be left. But that’s a slight lie. This briefer-than-normal trawl will bang on a bit about our live encounter with Yoav.
It’s odd what you find by mistake. Whilst looking for the remote control the other day, we managed to find a few weapons of mass destruction, five pencils complete with chew marks and a sandwich.
It wasn’t what we were looking for, but it was as a pleasant surprise. Apart from the WMDs though, we are now sprouting unusual amounts of body hair and we’ve have had the UN round for a chat over a pot of herbal tea.
Anyway, we were recently searching Google for 'betamax' for a completely random reason, and up popped a link to the band Betamaxx. And they're ace. Yay.
