Dinosaurs are awesome and so it seems are Totally Enormous
Extinct Dinosaurs. Rather than stomping about like an angry T-Rex, their remix of Hit That Gash bounces and
bubbles around a digital dancehall like an impish, waste-talking Velociraptor. Happy Halloween.
School Of Seven Bells make
misty, ethereal dream-pop that hangs in the air like laughter on a cold day. Last night was the trio's
(former Secret Machines
dude Benjamin Curtis and twins Alejandra and Claudia Deheza) first London show and as they played it began
snowing outside. Here Benjamin tells us about sleeping on the floor, American Idol and the Nightmare On
Elm Street theme. [Continues...]
If you don't have time to listen to all of Polvo's 1994-but-soon-to-be-re-
released Celebrate The New Dark Age EP, our dude Jason Forrest AKA DJ Donna Summer has boiled the
whole thing down to five minutes of dense dancefloor tension. Guitars ricochet around Forrest's party
beats like a wild west gunfight, which is pretty fitting as his legendary Berlin (BIRTHDAY) parties look like a
saloon-smashing riot.
In which Darren Bancroft eats his (wehave)bandmates. We have love for We Have Band. They have
single out 24/11. We Have dark and dubby Micachu remix. They have track on just-released Kitsune 6 comp. We have enjoyed. They have awesome mix on Allez Allez. We have run joke
into ground.
We hear surfing is exciting and fun but we wouldn't know because we are lazy
and we live inside The Internets. The nearest we've got to riding giants is this
invigorating noise from Wavves. It is Point Break condensed to three-and-a-half minutes and fed through a shitty
amp and it has reminded us to start a hardcore band called Special Agent Johnny Utah.
Despite the title, Beautiful Losers is not a film
about us. Aaron Rose's sweet-hearted movie documents the ramshackle DIY art collective that sprang from the graffiti and skate
scenes of the early 90s. Margaret
Kilgallen, Barry McGee, Shepard Fairey, Harmony Korine, Mike Mills and other
pals tell serendipitous tales of their adventures in art to a sunny soundtrack provided by Money Mark.
Remember him? He was the Beastie Boys' carpenter before he started making records. That makes him the
Harrison Ford of Grand Royal.
If you remember the old Teenage Mutant Hero Turtles cartoon then you will remember Krang, the big pink brain who lived inside a giant robot. The Big Pink are like Krang and not just because of their name. They might not be evil or have tentacles, but Milo Cordell and Robbie Furze fortify their fragile songs with fearsome metallic exoskeletons. Cordell, the founder of Merok Records, and Furze, Alec Empire's former guitarist, took time out from constructing drone-pop masterpieces to tell us about Jean Claude Van Damme, models and t.A.T.u. [Continues...]
Last week we interviewed Mo Morris from the incredible A Mountain Of One. We were so busy making stupid jokes about calculators that we forgot to mention they are launching their new album previewing new material at Cargo on Friday 24th October. To make amends we have two pairs of tickets to give away. Email us if you'd like a pair. Winners will be notified on Wednesday.
Like us, Daedelus enjoys
dressing like an 18th Century dandy. But what does he look like in other people's clothes? Here
is is sporting a beer and vomit-soaked t-shirt from the Death Set and a space helmet courtesy of Mumdance.
The o
ther day we rambled on about how awesome The Very Best
are. To prove their continuing preeminence they (that's Radiclit and Esau Mwamwaya) have
released a free mixtape that contains 15 sunny tracks and guest spots from Vampire Weekend,
Ruby Suns, Santogold, Akon, MIA (and her babyfather) and our pals BLK JKS. Full tracklisting
after the jump.
These are trying times at Pinglewood. Since the markets crashed we've
been reduced to blogging on a calculator. Thank God A Mountain Of One
are here with their epic, proggy krautpop to soothe our troubles away. Mo Morris from AMO1
took time out from being awesome to answer our three little questions. [Continues...]
It's great that car companies are giving away amazing compilations by heroic underground labels like Fool's Gold, but we wish brands would start embedding cardboard records in the side of breakfast cereal boxes again. This Rusko remix would sound even more amazing if we'd cut it off a Cheerios box because then we could eat ten bowls of Cheerios whilst listening to it. Sweet.
It must be confusing being Joe Smooth's Promised
Land. One minute you're a soulful house classic, then Findlay Brown comes
along and transforms you into a blissful campfire fairytale. Just as your adjusting to your
folky new surroundings some guy called Pilooski turns up and
sends you back into the club. But not that happy gay club you where in before. Now you're
less optomistic. Even you don't believe that crap about the angels, but you make your futile
plea all the same.
Wouldn't it be great if Julian Casablancas and James Murphy had met in 80s New
York and become inseperable buddies, dragging each other in and out of CBGBs and Studio 54 before
sitting down to read William Blake and discuss the human condition? Imagine the infectious, literate,
soul-addled music they might make. Now listen to Hockey. After the jump Ben Grubin,
singer with this explosive Portland quartet, answers our three little questions. [Continues...]
Here at Pinglewood we are modest people, but then we have much to be modest about. Esau Mwamwaya and Radioclit
are awesome people and as such have crowned themselves, The Very Best. Their forthcoming album- which contains contributions from
Vampire Weekend, Santogold, BLK JKS, Ruby Suns and Marina from Bonde Do Role- sounds like it has been assembled
with the express purpose of blowing our tiny minds. Here are three good reasons why they rule. [With thanks to
GvB.]