Myriad theories, a smorgasbord of cracking and compassionately spun tales. Well worth checking out is Musicophilia.
Friday 28 December 2007
Myriad theories, a smorgasbord of cracking and compassionately spun tales. Well worth checking out is Musicophilia.
Wednesday 26 December 2007
Huzzah to all concerned (except that Cascada wench)! The Festive Ennis Seisiún is upon us tonight and the busting of some of these moves is a wretched possibility. Oh well. Hope you are all having a wonderful Christmas folks. Outty.
Saturday 22 December 2007
An Irishman has been defined as somebody who would trample over twelve naked women to reach a bottle of Guinness.
"He was a good husband to me," sobbed Bridget after Pat had died, "he always hit me with the soft end of the mop."
Definition of an Irish gentleman - One who never strikes a lady without provocation.
Pat was telling Bridget off because of the size of the household bills.
"Look at this gas bill," he roared, "you and your unsuccessful suicide attempts!"
"Different times". Total arsehole.
Thursday 13 December 2007
Observe the Youtubey goodness of it all.
Clipset via technabob.
Monday 10 December 2007
Manhattan art space The Tank and New York artist collective 8bitpeoples announce the Blip Festival 2007, a four-day music and multimedia event taking place in New York City November 29 - December 2, 2007. Focusing on the modern artistic exploration of primitive video game and home computer technology and featuring 40 musicians and visualists from around the world, the Blip Festival showcases artists adopting and re purposing familiar but forgotten hardware - such as the Commodore 64, the Nintendo Entertainment System, the Atari game console and home computer line, and the Nintendo Game Boy - exploring their untapped potential and unique aesthetic character.
Basically, highly inventive loons make some bangin' toons using old Game Boys and what not. This is what it would have been like to attend (last year):
Almost Deaconesque. A decidedly cool enterprise indeed.
Aoife Mc: She recorded an album in 2005 and 2006 with the aid of a few talented and friendly sorts. This album is called The Chocolate Teapot. Just click that ould name there and you shall be transported to the appropriate MySpace, whereon there resides four songs from the album for your perusal and downloading pleasure. It is certainly worth the trip... Sumptuous vocals, direct and heartfelt lyricism, intelligent and fitting arrangements and production, a decidedly kick ass trumpet... I'm really rather enjoying the "Laura" buzz. It's a beguiling and wry wee ditty, utterly nonchalant yet plainly emotive. A tricky combination that.
Impressive stuff all round really. A most worthwhile huzzah to thee girl!
Sunday 2 December 2007
But wait, there's more:
My sources indicate that a show in good old NUIG is on the cards too. Which is nice.
We have his table enclosed, there is a countdown,
"Ethan Hawke! Ethan Hawke! Ethan Hawke! Ethan Hawke!"
That gibberish is deliverance, unable to talk,
Or communicate with anybody else in the house without the widest of grins.
Dan Deacon in the Róisín Dubh, 30 November 2007. Quite possibly my favourite gig of the year. Put simply, this man is a hero. He is a singular movement, an intense benevolence. His only desire seems to be to spread some love through the medium of apeshit nonsense. And amazingly tight tunes. And one-liners that most stand ups would kill for.
Tuesday 27 November 2007
Paddy Breathnach's Shrooms. A Hasty Review.
- The film looks sumptuous. Whilst obviously aesthetically indebted to recent Asian mindfucks such as Ring and Dark Water, the predominantly Irish crew can be proud of their visual accomplishments in this piece... Locations, photography, post-production... Huzzah to you all on this front!
- Don Wycherley and Seán McGinley are absolutely hilarious as the inbred local types. Think Podge & Rodge without the jaded cynicism.
- Those Yank lasses sure are easy on the eye.
- Those American characters sure are bloody annoying. Such preposterously cliched misfortunes - the jock, the stoner, the virginal good girl, the bitch - that it is impossible to feel even the slightest semblance of emotional attachment to them. Generic staples me hole!
- Was it really necessary for them to be American? I do understand the marketing logic behind such internationalism when writing and casting. However would Irish youngsters really have been that unsettling for our overseas cousins? Such pandering to the American Dollar, whilst (possibly) fiscally sound, only serves to prostitute the artistic integrity of our national cinema in the long run... This might only be a horror flick, but it is symptomatic of a lack of self-confidence in our industry that continues to persist. There really is no need. Garage anyone?
- The Irish dancing young ones in the airport. The constant talk of ancient druids. The ironic treatment of Oirishness that fell flat on its arse.
- That monumentally fucking stupid, yet blindingly obvious ending!
- The fact that Shrooms is not even a mite scary, dramatic, or funny (with the exception of the cow and the dogging scene). Even a stopped clock though, what?
Alas, yet another opportunity missed.
Monday 26 November 2007
Friday 23 November 2007
Thursday 22 November 2007
Personally, I think the aeons of total cultural dominance that the Catholic Church enjoyed are an obvious factor. Sex is a sin and never may we forget it. Furthermore, the antiquated values of our censorship system hardly help matters. It is getting better but the procedure remains snail paced and quite behind the times.
You can express your thoughts on the subject here. A simple, quick, and anonymous survey that will help in the compilation of what should be a fascinating issue.
Monday 19 November 2007
Ok, so I'm like a million years behind himself on this one, but how ludicrously exciting is this prospect?
FOGGY NOTIONS CHRISTMAS PARTY
DJ KOOL DROOL
PLUS SPECIAL GUESTS (You're Only Massive)
PLUS VERY SPECIAL GUEST (Intrigued)
WHELANS. DOORS 8PM
TICKETS FROM WAV, CITY DISCS, ROAD, TICKETMASTER.
I'm going to try so very hard to be in De Big Schmoke for this. It could be fair decent like:
Saturday 17 November 2007
Friday 16 November 2007
- Having vampires descend upon an isolated Alaskan town - Barrow - that endures a month of night during the winter is a simple and ingenious premise. Well done Steve Niles!
- The cinematography is sumptuous; the contrast between the dark red blood and the untainted white snow resonates smartly throughout.
- There are some terrific set pieces. Elaborating further would only diminish their impact.
- Danny Huston is a malevolent bastard as the head vampire. The vampires as a whole are impressive; supernatural inbred gimps with a penchant for throat ripping.
- Melissa George. Angel.
- For every victim massacred by a vampire there is a plot hole. These vary from the minuscule and fleeting to the jaw droppingly stupefying... We're at Day 3 of the attack. Now we're at Day 18. How did that happen?
- The romantic subplot between Josh Hartnett and Melissa George is a cliched mess that only serves to distract from the main action. The actors battled valiantly. Alas, the situation was beyond rescue.
- Dialogue often as clunky and derivative as it comes. Even for a horror flick.
- Be prepared to groan at that final shot.
For some reason I just can't help thinking that the creators of Northern Exposure missed a trick.
Tuesday 13 November 2007
The group's leader Aiha Zemp had this to say: "It's a big taboo that needs to be broken. Having sex is a basic human need like eating and drinking and we have to fight for this right for the disabled."
At present three men and one woman offer an erotic 'touching service,' and nine new volunteers have come forward to offer sex at £65 per hour.
Yes. That's right. These volunteers are getting paid to have sex with strangers. However, Zemp insists that this does not make them prostitutes: "The big difference between the assistants and prostitutes is that the assistants show tenderness and are conscious of the needs of the disabled, rather than rushing and just taking the money,"
Erm, no. Aiha pet, they are still prostitutes. They are just good prostitutes.
I'm very young. I'm really good at driving go-karts quickly. I'm not famous.
I'm still young. I'm really good at driving F1 cars quickly. I'm quite famous.
Erm... I've been famous for less than a year now. Still driving the same car.
I had somebody ghost write my book. You bought it.
I just do not see what gives this guttersnipe the right to burden us with his twelve month story. At most there is enough there to fill a generous and picture laden pamphlet... Something to distract you while you sit in your doctor's waiting room, hoping to find out just what that odd rash on your elbow actually is.
"I wonder what cream I'll need for this... Seriously, why is that pregnant woman staring at me with eyes as twisted as Dante's inner circle... Oh look, Lewis finished in the top three in some race. Again. He's amazing!"
Sunday 11 November 2007
Saturday 10 November 2007
Not much to say here really. That title is quite all encompassing... The splendidly upbeat Cork crew Hooray For Humans and Dublin dazzlers Crayonsmith are playing the Róisín Dubh next Thursday. Admission is free and the gig is followed by the all-knowing Gugai and his Strangest of Brews. Festivities commence at nine bells and you would be quite the eejit to not pop down.
Apparently Hooray For Humans need a new drummer. For those interested in the position, this is what it would be like to play with them live:
To appreciate just how long this must have taken, have a peek at the following egg stacking enthusiast in action. One has to wonder why.
Friday 9 November 2007
Here's how it works: write an original Christmas song, record it, and email the song to us. Asthmatic Kitty will pick a winner, and that person will trade rights to their song for rights to Sufjan's song.
Just like a gift exchange, Sufjan's song becomes your song. You can hoard it for yourself, sell it to a major soft drink corporation, use it in your daughter's first Christmas video, or share it for free on your website. No one except Sufjan and you will hear his song, unless you decide otherwise. You get the song and all legal rights to it. We get the same rights to your song.
Owning an original Sufjan Stevens composition. Now that would be rather sweet. If you're interested, perhaps the following clip may be an inspiration:
I normally despise talk of Christmas in early November. I find myself in a strangely jolly mood today though. Huzzah!
Thursday 8 November 2007
These guys are playing Róisíns tonight at 21.00. Admission is free, making this a gig decidedly worth checking out... But not until you have sampled the following free shindig, also occurring this evening in Galway.
Sorry ladies, but I've got plans.
Wednesday 7 November 2007
However, I am finding one of TULCA's resident exhibitions somewhat difficult to understand:
Michael Mayhew, artist, will create a project called the ritual of being not being (vanished = to die away from latin) using stories from live interviews on campus with 25 people regarding persons that have vanished from their lives. Interviewing five people per day between Monday November 19th and Friday November 23rd inclusive, he will create a text from these stories and in the evening at 6pm, in the gallery, the stories will be written onto his body in ink and then washed off with water from the River Corrib. The water will be collected and poured into a cast of part of his body, then frozen.
When the five evenings have been completed and the five casts filled, the project will finish on Nun's Island where the casts will be defrosted and the contents melted on canvas. 25 words, one from each story, will be tattooed onto his body while this is happening. To set the project in motion there will be a talk by the artist on Thursday 15 November at 6.00pm, in the NUI Galway art gallery, where the artist will be sheared and shaved from the waist up in preparation for the project, while talking.
Now, it might well be ignorant of me to say, but what unadulterated bollocks! Seriously, can somebody explain the point of this to me?
Tuesday 6 November 2007
Doseone on writing his break up song:
"I am writing a breakup song about all this stuff. It is hard to be in a relationship and then be alone, and be left to that. She grew a dichotomy where an "us" was. And I returned to only the far side of that dichotomy. So it was terrible. And I felt pretty fucking abused."
On the next Subtle LP and commercial success:
"The Mercury Craze is actually the blueprint for this entire record. We entered that out there in the single world. It didn't do any of what singles would do. People enjoyed it, it's good music out there, but no limos to the door or any of that. And then like months later, Tom Brown (at Lex Records) has this Scroobius Pip song that goes fucking gold on digital downloads, you know? So, I'm sitting there going, "Okay, it's just a window you throw shit at. Whether we get through or not doesn't fucking matter." It also made me not as stressed about the notion of making bright music, and making something different in the song world. I was like, just because you make a pop song, it doesn't even matter. It's just music you make."
Thankfully, the music Doseone and his band mates conjure up is sublime:
Do it now!!
Saturday 3 November 2007
"When Hunter was compiling his second letters book, there was some humiliating correspondence between Hunter and Jann. His publisher was urging him to put it in, but in the end, Hunter didn't run it. It would've sold more books. But he protected his buddy. I'm sad that Jann didn't do the same."
A messy one this (via BoingBoing).
Personally, I would question the need for a HST bio. Via the decadent and depraved - wink, wink - tenets of Gonzo Journalism and his constant insistence on the truth, Hunter S Thompson put more of himself to paper than any other could... More of the man, and more of the myth.
Not even a hint of a line-up though.
I must say that this whole enterprise smacks of cynicism and consumerist stoicism to me. What say you?
Thursday 1 November 2007
Wednesday 31 October 2007
The brainchild of Simon Pegg and Edgar Wright et al is set for a US television reinvention. The idea of this alone is quite possibly enough to irritate the purists amongst you. However, it gets worse. Much worse... The US version of Spaced will be produced by McG. Yup, McG, the understated auteur behind both Charlie's Angels and Charlie's Angels: Full Throttle. But wait, there's more. The show will be written by Adam Barr, a former writer on Will & Grace.
Jesus Christ. I need some absinthe.
I mean, the director of Charlie's Angels will surely fathom and replicate the subtle explorations of the following scene:
And Tyres will, like, so work on American television:
Seriously, I need some absinthe.
Tuesday 30 October 2007
Fuck the fetishism of Hemingway. There truly is no dignity in the consumption of that puke. The helpless fool lies, wistfully fingering the atrophied remnants of the soul... And yet, for all such parallax Wisdom, I know that the bank holiday weekend will eventually become nothing but a degenerate regret.
In the meantime, I must start a new job and find a new apartment in Galway. Could this be any more fun:
Thursday 25 October 2007
I know a guy who works in the bookies. He just gave me the inside track on the current favourites to succeed Steve Staunton as Irish manager. They are as follows:
Katy French - 4/5
Steve Staunton - 7/2
Enda Kenny's forehead - 8/1
A damp shoebox of chimpanzee elbow scrapings - 11/1
Eustace The Anorexic Badger from Kinnegad - 13/1
David O'Leary - 22/1
Sigh. As Stangate and the ensuing media scrum continue to envelope all, I would argue that even a modicum of perspective would be rather darling... That said, I won't be holding my breath.
Wednesday 24 October 2007
"In literary action a man wins friends for himself mostly by the passion of his prejudices and the consistent narrowness of his outlook."
A fair summary of my tendencies here at The New(ish) Journalism... Yet, a man can also acquire friends via the gnarled subtleties of his MySpace page. I must confess to being obscenely late in joining the MySpace brigade, being otherwise consumed by the Bebo imperative. However, do feel free to add me as a friend... Unless you are the spamming type. In which case you can go fellate an exhaust pipe.
This is my MySpace. Check it out. If you want like.
Apologies for the unbelievably half-arsed nature of this post, but I am very busy at the moment. Indeed, posting could be rather intermittent over the next few days. I am on the job hunt you see, floundering in a turlough of interview prep and cover letters... Any takers?
Tuesday 23 October 2007
The turntablistic nous of Mexican Institute Of Sound has been receiving some heavy rotation chez moi over the past few days. Perhaps it is a reaction to the quintessentially Hibernian weather we are currently enduring. Or perhaps it is due to the deftness with which the Institute - actually only one man, Camilo Lara - renders his beat collages. For arguments sake, I'll go with the latter.
Lara's latest album is called Pinata, and was released in July of this year. A sophisticated smorgasbord of modern latin hip hop, electronica, old school samples, laser effects and miscellaneous other musical trivialities... This is party music without farce, intelligent in design. If it sometimes asks that little bit extra of the listener, it nonetheless retains a consistent sense of fun. The effervescent spirit of el mariachi permeates completely... Basically, an early J5 era Nu-Mark or DJ Format block party buzz. But Mexican.
Two album tracks are available for 'perusal' over at the superlative Aurgasm.
Alternatively, you can lounge back and enjoy this half arsed youtube-ing of lead single "El Microfono". Such a sweet tune:
Monday 22 October 2007
Sunday 21 October 2007
Saturday 20 October 2007
Eleanor is a stand up comedian who has just "died on her hole" at the prestigious Mullingar International Comedy Festival. The repercussion of this catastrophe for Eleanor would seem to be a total nervous breakdown... A breakdown that can only be stopped by the intervention of Niamh, Eleanor's alter ego/sinister subconscious/glorious idol. However, Eleanor has another gig tomorrow night so they best get busy.
'Busy' would certainly be a fitting adjective to describe Help! There is a lot going on in this single act. The intense insecurities and neuroses of the stage performer are deconstructed by both players, to hilarious effect. The mythic aura that envelopes Samuel Beckett is torn asunder by constant jibes at his oeuvre throughout. They still like him though... There is even time for a 10 minute comedy routine from Eleanor, during which the actor subsides and the stand up takes centre stage. A welcome mutation, as this woman is damn funny. That Jane Austen punchline had me in tears!
Seamless pacing, superb performances, (sometimes) weighty subject matter and perfect comic timing... Attending this play is a most worthwhile experience. Y'all.
Help! has just come to the end of a lunchtime run in The Ruby Room in The King's Head in Galway.
Be sure and give these a look:
The MySpace of Help!
The MySpace of Eleanor Tiernan
Eleanor Tiernan's Newsreader School (Balcony TV)
Wednesday 17 October 2007
2. Some Russian men like to marry their grannies.
3. Glowing Orwell's impossible pizza! This Will Ferrell Movie Generator really is remarkably accurate.
4. The new video from Brazilian MC Edu K... My eyes! They bleed! Figuratively! The end of baile funk chic must come soon.
5. Babylon Fields is the one of the most insane TV pilots never to be greenlit... Zombies come back from the dead, enjoy some sex/necrophilia with their recently bereaved partners, then attempt to solve murders. Amazing. Watch some of it here.
6. It's Always Sunny In Philadelphia. Truly the funniest show on television:
Monday 15 October 2007
Fear And Loathing In Gonzovision (Google Video)
I'm assuming that some of you have already seen this 1978 BBC documentary about Hunter S Thompson before... However, if you have not, then be sure to set aside some time for a viewing.
Saturday 13 October 2007
On Friday 21st November one has the opportunity to see The Go! Team, Cadence Weapon, and Super Extra Bonus Party in Tripod... This can not be missed. The Go! Team are a superb live act who have released one of the albums of the year in Proof Of Youth. Cadence Weapon is one of the most exciting acts in hip-hop, a consistent fountain of dopeness. Super Extra Bonus Party? You lot should already know about my grá for those lads... Buy tickets for the impending wickedness here.
Nialler speaks of a burgeoning Cadence Weapon remix for Super Extra Bonus Party. How freakin' cool is that!
In other excellent gig-related news, the Irish Dan Deacon dates have been confirmed. Mister Deacon shall visit Galway (Róisín Dubh, November 30th), Sligo (Model Arts, December 1st) and Dublin (Whelan’s, December 2nd).
Thursday 11 October 2007
In Massachusetts, it is against the law to put tomatoes in clam chowder.
In the state of New Jersey, it is illegal to sell cabbage on a Sunday.
In Chicago it is illegal to fish whilst sitting on a giraffe's neck.
In Wyoming one may not take a photograph of a rabbit from January to April without obtaining an official permit.
In Virginia, the Code of 1930 has a statute that prohibits corrupt practices or bribery by any person other than political candidates. (Is that Bertie Ahern I hear salivating profusely?)
Wednesday 10 October 2007
Impressionable Youth #1:
Are you being ironic?
Impressionable Youth #2:
I don't even know anymore.
Strangely enough this song is called "Let's Dance To Joy Division". Liverpudlian group The Wombats sing it. Theirs is a particularly gaudy myspace.
Tuesday 9 October 2007
I worked with "Frank" during the Galway Film Fleadh. Sound chap. Honest!
Adjectives flounder at a chasm of mongrel incompetence.
I should launch into a vitriolic deconstruction of everything that is wrong about this 'comedy', but I am too tired. Not physically tired mind, but emotionally. That vapid muck has sucked from me the will to hate.
It was The Office re-imagined by a mental patient with a penchant for crippled puppy torture and the IQ of a satchel of soggy, lukewarm nappies.
Monday 8 October 2007
Apparently, Polysics admire Devo. I must say that there are subtle aesthetic similarities between the two groups... If you look hard enough, that is:
A bit of a giggle all the same, wha?
However, you (possibly) care not for such the industrial machinations of Planet Movie Star. Therefore, onto the fun stuff. Due to this sudden rush, studios have sent lists of their most imperative projects to casting agents in order to attract talent quickly. The full list of movies is here. Yet, below lies a collection of the ones that caught my eye. They are divided into two categories: Savage Buzz and Michael Bay Sodomised My Brain And All I Got Was This Lousy Sense Of Righteous Indignation.
- Jean Pierre Jeunet's adaptation of Yann Martel's Life of Pi. This chap is a master of the quixotic. I just hope his CGI expertise is up to scratch.
- World War Z. Ten years after the human triumph over the world wide zombie epidemic - referred to as World War Z - Max Brooks scours the world collecting the stories and experiences of those who have survived the conflict that almost eradicated humanity... A difficult one to compose this. Interesting concept though.
- The Coen brothers, who are already directing Burn After Reading pre-strike, are going to try to squeeze in A Serious Man - a Fargo-ish dark comedy - before June.
- Hunter S Thompson's The Rum Diary. Starring Johnny Depp (the embodiment of HST in Fear & Loathing...) and directed by Bruce Robinson (Mr. Withnail & I). This could be immense. The book is.
- The A-Team. Need I say more?
Michael Bay Sodomised My Brain And All I Got Was This Lousy Sense Of Righteous Indignation:
- The Birdcage 2, and The Fast and The Furious 4 are in development... Think about that. Somebody pitched these movies. Somebody agreed to finance them. Now people are desperate to get them made!
- Big Momma's House 3... Martin Lawrence, almost as annoying as Michael Bay.
- Comeback. An 'inspirational' sports drama starring Ice Cube, directed by Fred Durst. Yes, that Fred Durst.
- Star Trek. Directed by Tom Cruise's buddy J.J. Abrams... Nothing in particular bothers me about this project except the fact that Trekkie 'culture' is one of the most retarded things to happen to humanity since the Catholic Church's prohibition of Galileo Galilei's advocacy of heliocentrism as potentially factual.
Friday 5 October 2007
Gig venues have yet to be confirmed, but it would probably be safe to assume the following: Dublin (Whelan's - the 30th is the only date available - or Crawdaddy - all dates available), Galway (Róisín Dubh - the 29th and 30th are available), and Cork (Liquid Lounge - all dates available).
There is precious little news that could make me happier. It's gonna be big: