Tuesday 29 May 2007
Monday 28 May 2007
#50.2 - Sufjan Stevens (MusicNow) - The lakes of Canada
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Sunday 27 May 2007
The quote of the clip? "If the Europeans, the Russians, or the Chinese can't be brought along, we'll have to do the job ourselves." Brought along? Bouncing baby Jesus on a rusty trampoline... Who are these people? What are these people? Furthermore, what kind of deviant fucknut is actually informed by Fox News?
Saturday 26 May 2007
Good riddance. Tosser.
Friday 25 May 2007
What was it Michael said to Gormley at the now infamous lampost fiasco? "Now, you'll be glad to know, you're out of the picture John."
Ouch. Very ouch.
EDIT - "Now, you'll be glad to know, you're out of the picture John." A fitting epitaph.
Here’s my top 10
1 – PDs wiped out.
2 – Fianna Fail can’t survive the death of the sun.
So within 4 billion years we can expect a change of government. Unfortunately the human race won’t exist, but this will come as a relief to the other intelligent races in the universe.
3 – PDs wiped out.
4 – We won’t have to listen to Enda talking about babies getting rashes in the middle of the night anymore.
5 – PDs wiped out.
6 – Our Taoiseach up in front of the Mahon tribunal.
A proud moment for us all.
7 – PDs wiped out.
8 – Willie O’Dea’s moustache to be granted Grade 1 monument status.
9 - PDs wiped out.
10 – Mary Lou can continue to represent us with intelligence, competence and insight in Europe. Because that means she’ll be outside the country. Hurray!
So, next government of Ireland, what do you propose to do about this?
Thursday 24 May 2007
Subtlety is not something that megaproducer Timbaland would be known for. Perhaps he should take a leaf from the Mill's book above. Check out his video for new single "Throw It On Me" (featuring The Hives) below. Bling meets pulp fiction in a shameless pastiche of Robert Rodriguez's Sin City: all skyhigh wrestling rings, voluptuous WWE divas, and gratuituous pre-watershed groping. Shame it all comes across like Ghetto Benny Hill. Derivative and meandering nonsense. And that goes for the song too. Scuzzy garage guitar riffs and hip hop beats? You don't say. How groundbreaking.
Anna Prior, the Sinn Féin candidate for Clare, decided that she must interrupt the peace of all and sundry as she drove around blaring the following mantra from a megaphone: "Vote Anna Prior! A Vote for Sinn Féin Is A Vote For Change!" Desperation setting in on the morning of the event? On hearing this racket, The New(ish) Journalism's dog duly went apeshit, barking and growling ferociously, only calming down five minutes after the substantial din subsided.
Wednesday 23 May 2007
Tuesday 22 May 2007
No. 2: The Good, The Bad & The Queen
No. 3: The Jesus & Mary Chain
No. 9: Beastie Boys
No. 10: Bonde Do Role
No. 18: The Chemical Brothers
No. 20: Bjork
Quite excited about the live proposition of Bonde Do Role. The baile funksters look set to be the indie kid's irony of choice this year, but the twisted pop quality of their tunes and the mania of their live shows could suggest a longevity not normally associated with a band so terribly "now". Yet even if they do fizzle out quickly, it is all an enjoyable strangeness. Embrace it. Quality videos too... Check out the video to "Solta O Frango". A human cockfight. But of course.
Monday 21 May 2007
Singing Neil Young's "Old Man" with a group of friends in a high spec speedboat hurtling across the waves of Dublin Bay.
It has been an odd few days.
Thursday 17 May 2007
- How is it that advertisements on television (and of course in other media) often proclaim their products to be new and improved? Surely if the product is indeed new, it can not possibly be improved as it has no precursor. With its being new you see. And vice versa. If it is indeed an improved product, it can not possibly be new. With its prior existance as a product that required improvement you see.
Does she have a point? With this insight has she delved right through to the core ideological inconsistencies that permeate today's increasingly secular and silicone world? Or is she just being anal and weird? Such are the complexities of rhetoric I suppose.
Perhaps The New(ish) Journalism should lay down the foundations for a discourse on the matter. Master semiotician and social theorist Roland Barthes once had this to say about the heavy emphasis on The New in modern society:
"The bastard form of mass culture is humiliated repetition... always new books, new programs, new films, news items, but always the same meaning."
Email lady? A retort?
Tuesday 15 May 2007
- Firstly, there is currently a substantial rumour - however without fire, no smoke - circulating the town that a certain candidate in the constituency may have trifled towards a wee faux pas. Canvassing in the square of the town this week, the candidate - an affiliate of either The League Of Bertie or Honest Enda, can not state categorically which party here, libel and what not, you never know - responded thusly to a child who asked for a bottle of water: "Sure, you don't even have a vote!" He/she then walked on, entourage in tow. No bottle of water given. Wysteria Lane Ennis ain't, but tongues are wagging nonetheless. Caustic vibrations... Wysteria Lane? Really. What a camp reference.
- Secondly, there is not one election poster put up in the town of Ennis. Not one. Ennis Urban District Council decreed that these election posters were to be banned from the streets on the grounds of "visual pollution"... Huzzah! A truly brilliant idea. The democratic process is wonderful and all, but there is only so many "Bertie's Team" shyster mug shots and Honest Enda plea bargains that a man can take as he wanders the streets. Ennis: for once an oasis for the cynic.
However as soon as you drive outside of the jurisdiction of the urban council, the posters inevitably resurface. Their naffly Orwellian grip reapplied, albeit with somewhat arthritic fingers. It is perhaps ironic that as you leave Ennis for the direction of Galway via the bypass slip road there is one candidate whose poster appears more than others, Brian Meaney's... The Green Party candidate!
I give up.
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If however you are lazy, in a hurry, not that interested, or just fancy a quick incredulous giggle, check out the classic South Park clip below. It is the episode that Isaac Hayes threw a bit of a Preston over. Preston? Chantelle? No? Nothing at all? Celebrity Love Jungle, or something. Nope?
Monday 14 May 2007
I digress. Subtle's For Hero: For Fool is quite simply a stunning album, easily one of the best of last year. Quixotic genre-straddling "hip-hop" is what is on offer, and according to the band themselves it is in the live arena where their songscapes become fully moulded, fully realised. This is their first ever Irish gig, so it should be a cracker. They are ably supported by Super Extra Bonus Party, an Irish band of whom I have only recently become aware. Damn good though.
Tickets €16. From WAV, Road Records & City Discs.
Here's some live footage of both [Subtle vid is more about Dose's bantering skills and theatricality, "Drone Rock" = Tune]:
Subtle: Midas Gutz, Not sure where and when.
Super Extra Bonus Party: Drone Rock, Riverbank Theatre, April 12th 2007.
On the subject of Bugotak, you should really check out their fascinating - actually not sure what adjective does it justice - Siberian folk cover of The Beatles' "Come Together", entitled "Kon' Togethy". Listen to it, or download it for free at:
Now to find a tutorial video on Siberian throat singing and beat these hippies at their own game...
The New(ish) Journalism sits on his outside seat, elbow at the fickle mercy of The Aisle. He is lodged in beside a large, profusely sweaty male 20 something who spends his time either studiously rubbing his copy of Loaded, or his own crotch. Behind this happy duo, at the "back of the bus", a clatter of scobes (is that the right pluralism?) disgust and frighten their fellow passengers with aberrant relish. Fresh spittle runs down the back of the neck of a petrified young American woman - her name is Alice, from Idaho, on holidays, with Julie, who is situated rigidly in the seat beside her. Elsewhere, tears roll freely down the face of a scared young girl who cannot sit beside her mother due to the lack of free seats on the bus. The young girl is told to "cop the fuck on" by a pregnant female of the species at the back. The fresh black eye she sports cannot provide an excuse, or hide the emptiness within. The New(ish) Journalism offers to swap seats so the little girl can at least sit directly in front of her mother... He does so. For his trouble he is called an "arse bandit" and gets hit across the back of the head with a handle ripped from the back of the bus, thrown with intent. Joanna Newsom serenades him from the glorious realm of Ys, as he fights valiantly for his patience. He eventually wins.
He = Me above. My literary style is nothing if not fitfully consistent folks.
Consequences? I ask you.
P.S. It's a text from the ex... The New(ish) Journalism Busy...
Saturday 12 May 2007
Friday 11 May 2007
Thursday 10 May 2007
Wednesday 9 May 2007
Next up, Grizzly Bear walk the streets of Paris, treating all and sundry to a gloriously realised a cappella version of their song "Knife". An old one, but I mean only to make you smile. Thankfully, a beating heart is the only prerequisite for smiling at this.
IMPORTANT DISCLAIMER: Magnificent levels of irony were utilised in the above sentences. Some people terrify me.
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Tuesday 8 May 2007
Keep watching until the end... Significant cages have been rattled it would seem.
Sunday 6 May 2007
As The New(ish) Journalism prepares himself for the night of reckless degeneracy that an Irish bank holiday demands, a certain poem springs to mind. An eagerness to share it with you must be seized upon before Corona quenchs its flame. The zest of the lime shall prevail. Oh yes.
Read on if at times the ceasless flip-floping of election time can just seem too much...
Be Angry At The Sun
That public men publish falsehoods
Is nothing new. That America must accept
Like the historical republics corruption and empire
Has been known for years.
Be angry at the sun for setting
If these things anger you. Watch the wheel slope
They are all bound on the wheel, these people,
This republic, Europe, Asia.
Observe them gesticulating,
Observe them going down. The gang serves lies,
Man plays his part; the cold passion for truth
Hunts in no pack.
You are not Catullus, you know,
To lampoon these crude sketches of Caesar. You
From Dante's feet, but even farther from his dirty
Let boys want pleasure, and men
Struggle for power, and women perhaps for fame,
And the servile to serve a Leader and the dupes
to be duped.
Yours is not theirs.
- Robinson Jeffers.
Saturday 5 May 2007
However, Tarantino and Rodriguez seem to have missed a serious point in terms of this blatant homage business. "Grindhouse"'s budget was $53 million dollars. Its production lasted in excess of 18 months. Its cast, a reservoir of A-listers. Bruce Willis, Kurt Russel, Nicholas Cage, to name but a trio.
Roger Corman would drown in a pool of his homemade puke effects. $53 million? $53,000 might be more appropriate. Two years? Try a fortnight. These were the budgets and schedules of the B-movies that Tarantino et al ape here with such grotesque reverence. They were made quickly, to be distributed quickly, to make as quick a buck as possible. Producers and directors operated within the dregs of genre trash, and were fully aware of this. Classics did rise up from this formulaic quagmire, but it still happened on the cheap. Intelligence and wit were the weapons of George A Romero. Can anyone name his little known zombie trilogy? Anyone?
This is not to say that "Grindhouse" will not prove to be effective entertainment. (It of course yet to be released in Ireland). It just rankles with this blogger that two informed cineastes such as Tarantino and Rodgriguez should be so self-indulgent, whatever the end result. "Grindhouse" is a grand guignol of budget. A $53m exercise in fanboy essayism. A vanity project perhaps more suited to Harvey Weinstein's Miramax than brother Bob's Dimension. Maybe Quentin and Robert would have been better off getting a few beers, a few smokes and going for a rummage through the 7 for $15 in their local Blockbuster...
Apologies for the cynicism, but $53m to ostensibly remake your favourite films. Seems wasteful does it not?
Thursday 3 May 2007
Quite simply, this is an extremely impressive album. Feist has always displayed a penchant for the willfully eclectic - at times sparse and displaced, at times gloriously upbeat (2005 single "Mushaboom") - but this impulse has been reigned in somewhat on The Reminder. Reigned in by an altogether more coherent and consistent aesthetic. The soundscape is still unequivocally Feist-ian, if you will, but it is one everybody can admire. It politely asserts on the listener, with every listen revealing another dexterous charm... Paean to a lover's regret "So Sorry". The shimmering alt. pop of "I Feel It All" and "1 2 3 4". The almost disco house insistence of "Sealion". The effortless epiphany of final track "How My Heart Behaves". Each as pleasurable as the other.
The Reminder is a joyous release. Feist offers us realisation of the therapy of nondescript memories, good or bad. Posed with a handclap and a smile. Your endless summer evenings deserve to be soundtracked thusly. Beautiful.
Wednesday 2 May 2007
Fox News = Pro Gay Rights.
Albeit occuring via a newsreader continuously and loudly quoting Scripture live on air. (Read that sentence once more and be sure to soak up every atom of its insanity.) But it is perversely impressive.
Watch the clip below... The horror.
Tuesday 1 May 2007
Suburban Kids With Biblical Names (Peter Gunnarsson & Johan Hedberg) come to our emerald shores this month for a most minscule of tours. They play but two dates. Firstly: Whelan's, Dublin, May 10th. Secondly: Roisin Dubh, Galway, May 12th.
Listen to their debut LP #3 and you will quickly understand that these lads have a certain ear for eclectic, rhythmic pop. Factor in the 200 or so shows they have played across Europe since their first gig in Sala, and what are we left with? Pleasantly detached indie rhetoric with an assortment of very bouncy, cool and breezy pop songs. Well worth checking out.
Oh, and admission to the Roisin Dubh gig is FREE. Doors 9pm.
(a) Kennedy Killed The Hat - Buck 65.
(b) Basin Street Blues - Kid Koala.