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AHHH...! That's the exact sound we made after hearing this song and being told that, no, it's not on Kitsune, it was made in St. Austell, Cornwall in 1982.
We're in Berlin, a city awash with inspiring experimental art and alive with the constant hum of creativity. It's also full of beer, giant sausages and all-night techno clubs. Awesome.
Copenhagen is a dream city full of beautiful artists and beautiful filmmakers and beautiful musicians who all get drunk every day and make amazing music videos like this one. It's a city where doctors go to fashion shows and give awesome tetanus and diphtheria shots should you need them. Don't ask.
- swear gratuitously
- be from Baltimore
- be a dirty punk rocker
- play/break shitty keyboards
- rampage through short, sharp gigs that are 50% sweat, 50% bar room brawl
- make 2-minute wonderjams in which you turn your curse-riddled name into a clarion call
This is our first post about BLK JKS and it will not be the last. They hail from Jozi, SA and play heavy afro-rock with deranged guitars and what-the-fuck time signatures. We recently had the pleasure of interviewing them for our new monthly column in Clash magazine (starts in March!) and they're basically the best dudes in the world. They will own 2008. Catch them in New York during February or at SXSW.
On days like today when sheets of cold, grey rain fall from the bleak, black sky we like to close our eyes and listen to White Shoes & The Couples Company. Then we are young Indonesian hipsters whizzing around Jakarta on our mopeds, crooning jazzy indie-pop in giant sunglasses, drinking milkshakes with our sweethearts. Except we are not. We are on a dirty bus, it is cold, it is raining and it will never fucking stop.
Last week we had our hair cut and the barber told us his last customer had directed a film about two boys who spend a summer remaking Rambo. We don't know whether it was Hammer or Tongs but they've also made this cheery new clip for arch-prepsters Vampire Weekend. Like us, they probably have fairly average hair.
Last year, LA punks The Mae Shi replaced their singer, bought some $10 keyboards and started writing weird pop songs. The result of their reinvention is Hlllyh, a beautifully sequenced album where two minute power-punk bangers turn into electro epics that give way to bombastic chanting. It’s a new type of awesome and out soon on Moshi Moshi.
Late last year, our pals The Brute Chorus put out their debut single Chateau on Bumpman Records, the label started by every starfucker's favourite Camden pub, The Hawley Arms. We neglected to mention it then (because we're slack), but today is Nick Brute Chorus's birthday, so here is the barnstorming b-side. Happy birthday Nick!
This FADER photo of Bradford Cox AKA Atlas Sound AKA that crazy Deerhunter dude captures the exact opposite emotion we felt after listening to his new album, Let The Blind Lead Those Who Can See But Cannot Feel. That is, unless his pained contortion is some kind of grotesque, writhing ecstasy. It's hard to tell. Either way, the swooning, k-hole dream-folk of LTBLTWCSBCF (feel the initialisation) is the soundtrack to our wistful winter daydreams.