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30.4.09

Yo this mofo is Toxic!

BACK again and full of vitamins, this machine is ready to return to normal posting patterns...or something like that.

Here's a post that's been on the backburner ever since..

Bill 'n' Toni's - the little mother Italy inside all of us makes a grandiose entrance in this eatery where quantity expresses quality and you can always have too much food! Before our gig last week, we stopped by the eatery in Stanley St, Darlinghurst, to fill ourselves (some stomachs had not eaten all day in anticipation of this). A quick sit down ensued as we demolished our Combo dish, veal, cheese and noodles all together for $17 (with free cordial too!) - we were feeling the effects as we decided to walk it off on our way to the gig. It was a stubborn walk, if you catch my drift...


If that wasn't enough, however, It appears the notion of Food and Hunger on this blog evokes other incidences of feeding and stealing. For example, it seems someone on this blog just can't get enough into them, going to such lengths as stealing the leftovas at your local McDonald's family restaurant.
So next time your about to throw away your untouched or unfinished fast food, leave it behind, knowing your keeping the creative juices (however inebriated) of this blog continuously pumping.
Enjoy.



27.4.09

His Name is Morrissey.


So I feel Like I've Finally Woken Up.
The weekend appears firmly in the past now, and it took some time to digest. 
To digest all its goodness, well enough to recollect.

So I'll beat Ollie to the beat.

We caught 'School Of Seven Bells' on their first Australian tour at The Gaelic (we got lost trying to find it and iphone internet sux) last Thursday night. It turned out to be a musical experience for me, as it was the first time I witnessed shoegaze in a live forum. Besides the older and unenthusiastic crowd of which Ollie was about to doze off to, we were eager to leave once they finished. But that wasn't before Ollie had a quick meet n greet with the red 'Wiggle', Murray Cook (He grew up with them) who we spotted just behind us during the support acts. 

Friday Night we were strewn across the internet, music and the fading city light. After a day of doing very little but walking around the city, we were undecided what to do that night. The Cross was sounding good, stop by Candy's and have a good night, stuff going around in Balmain etc. The option presented itself in heading to the Cross, too late to get into anywhere and ending up at Purple Sneakers, where the music and times were a success. Playin some of my favorites, Phoenix/La Roux, It was a long winded night by the time it got to 4:30 am. Ollie was hogging the DJ booth, conversing with the dude behind it at around that time and eventually we all ended up at PHDJ's crib. 


Now this guy founded Boundary Sounds, is a Resident Purple Sneakers mojo and together with his mate is musical duo Dept. A genuine Nice Guy, we played Wii, drank, conversed, gushed over his CD collection and musical production equipment and met his dog, Morrissey. Not to mention get a lift in his "favorite place on earth", his van.


Truly a surreal night, confirmed by the fact we were greeted by the Sun when it was time to go.

Who would have known so much indecision or lack-thereof the night of, could turn into such a riotous 8 hours. Good Times.

22.4.09

I Got The Job



....at a grocery store. But hey, a fancy one in Surry Hills. When I was in that neighbourhood the other day I ducked into Cream, the vintage clothes store in Crown Street, and found Alex, the singer from Red Riders behind the counter, just chilling listening to Bat For Lashes' 'Daniel'. I swear It was him at the one in Newtown where I'd talked to him about a signed Strokes album cover they have displayed, and when I saw Red Riders at the Spectrum last month I knew it was him for sure. I got to chatting to him (he came up to me, I was too pussy to start talking to him first) and he said that South By Southwest, which they've just returned from, was awesome, that the new single 'You've Got A Lot Of Nerve' should hit the radio this week, and the new album 'Drown in Colour' comes out the beginning of June.



They have a tour coming up so you righteous dudes and dudettes should most definitely go see them churn out their guitar pop and actually 'buy' the album, don't download it illegaly, you fucking cheapskate, because they are one of Sydney's best bands! I didn't end up buying anything from the store because I'm poor as shit at the moment (I lost a $50 note yesterday, which doesn't help), but Alex gave me the peace sign when I left, so I was happy. Until I walked back down Oxford Street and had an ice addict with no shoes on, drinking a longneck of VB, call me a 'shitcunt' because I didn't have a ciggy.


And Bekay's badself and my shitself are seeing School of Seven Bells tomorra night at the Gaelic Theatre. The tickets were my present to him for his birthday last week.


Jeremy Jay - In This Lonely Town

Crystal Stilts - Love Is A Wave


Black Lips - Take My Heart

These songs I give to you now are completely irrelevant to the other bands I have posted about now, but they all make me want to take a girl out to the rollerskating rink, hold her hand, then go for burgers afterwards.

Sneaker Freaker Issue no.15

Well its time for this years 2nd issue of 'Melbourne's Sneaker Staple' Sneaker Freaker Boogazine. This time the issue will have 4 covers, some themed and rare, I've opted to buy all 4 so I don't miss out. 
Heres one of the many promo banners for ya. Enjoy.

Out end of April.

Meanwhile I wish I could finally attend one of these. Sooner rather than later.


21.4.09

Super Duper Sneakers.

Puma team up with Kraut streetwear institution and aficionado, Solebox to produce their 80's performance vision of the R986.


These guys usually produce great collaborations with New Balance but I felt the standout feature of this amalgamation of minds, was the gimmicky yet unheralded addition of 'light up laces'. In the face of recent Glow in the dark trends among your Nike's, Hikmet (Solebox) sought to go one step further and throw in light up laces, that flash when you walk or the foot moves. 



Gimmicky yet industrious. This would 'Rock Out' on a saturday night. Or any place doused in darkness. Otherwise why would you bother? really.
I want them.

And I copped them. Pics Up Soon.......

16.4.09

Mirrored Years



Bekay and I
hit up the Museum of Contemporary Art in Sydney yesterday, along with mah Mums and little brother. It was an adventure into the dotted world of the definitely deranged mind of Yayoi Kusama. This sounds lame, but it was fucking incredible. The exhibition of various works of hers is called Mirrored Years, and was downright my favourite art I've ever seen, not that I've seen many exhibitions. Her works range from giant inflatable tentacles, films of her sticking dots on horses, to fluorescent interactive living rooms covered in hundreds of coloured dot-stickers. Seriously, they drag you into these worlds. I'm not being wanky, it is the closest thing to being transported into another dimension.


This was like something out of Alice in Wonderland, cos, you know, it's fucking insane. You can't see it, but there's also lounges to sit down on as well.

I had a huge urge to jump on these.

I wished I could have slept in here.

In my favourite work, Fireflies on the Water (below), instead of simply looking at a painting, you are locked in a room. Here, you are surrounded by mirrors on all sides and the roof, with water covering the entire floor (except the platform you are standing on), and the only illumination in the pitch-black darkness being hundreds of tiny multicoloured lights hanging on and from the ceiling, all multiplied into their thousands by the reflections, literally stretching as far as you can see. And boom! you end up in an alien world, if only for a minute, until you have to leave the room for the next person.

I can liken the surreal experience in two ways;
-closing your eyes after looking at light and seeing all those weird lights while they are closed.
-being dead. I hope so, anyway. It will be great if it is.


Fireflies on the Water


This is a boat, consisting of stuff sprayed silver. I can't remember what though.


pool inflatables.


A few jays beforehand would undoubtedly make it even more surreal. I encourage you to.
When we were leaving, I overheard a gay guy say to his friend, referring to Yayoi, "She must have been a hot bitch back in the day". I'm gonna have to agree with him.
Go go go and check this shit out right now, it runs until June 8th.



!!!Oh yeah, and later we also scoped out the 2009 Art Express exhibition at the New South Wales Art Gallery, which if you don't know, is the best of last year's HSC Art Major Works running until April 19th. Most were fucking great, others were just douchebaggery, but all were stakes through my heart, which is now perpetually black and bleeding because I chose studying Religion over Art in my HSC.

15.4.09

Die, you being of hedonism


My birfday was awesome.

My personal computing situation is not.

My portal to the interweb is in repair for approx. 8 -10 days.

What more, I find the land of being connected through other peoples computers, an arduous journey with no end in foreseeable sight.
So not necessary.

But otherwise dawdle down oxford street's Burton street forum and check out Footage and their short stay pop up store (right next door), around for 3 more weeks. Its a nicknack of ex-season stock and discounted american apparel et al. Also if your a size US12, your in luck with a wide and old range of SB and assorted Nike.

Totally stuck in my head right now -






14.4.09

I Think I'm Turning Japanese. I Really Think So.


Sick of doing quizzes (I am apparently both the hero Ghost Rider and Turk from Scrubs) and Top Fives on Facebook, I am listening to the radio, lying on the floor in my pyjamas with this laptop dreaming of being in Japan. After reading an article in Dazed and Confused, I have looked up these artworks by Japanese artist Miyuki Akiyama. She is part of The Magical Artroom art collective in Tokyo, and makes these tripped out fantasy lands. They need no words to accompany them, so just look at them now, closely. They are yet another reason why I want to go to Japan.


I don't want to pretend I know much about art (seeing as though I made the worst decision in the history of the world by choosing to study Studies of Religion 2 over Art in my HSC. Yeah I know I am a fucking spastic), but when I find something I visually want to make love to, and that makes me feel good by looking at it, I like to make other people like it too. So please don't think I'm trying to be a mad cunt by posting about art when I do.
Miyuki's blog is HERE!


These are the reasons why I want to go to Japan.

1. Every single Japanese person I have ever known has been incredibly nice, and you can do nothing but like them. Especially a friend Ray from primary school.
2. Three Ninjas: Kick Back when they go to Japan is so awesome. And their Grandpa too!
3. Sushi. Seriously for the past two weeks I've had it for lunch nearly everyday if I'm in the city. Check it out from Asagao in Pitt Street. Fucking Delish.
4. Japanese people seem to be nuts, but in a cool way. Just check out their crazy game shows on Youtube, where people are hurt and humiliated.



I hope to get over there before the years out, despite the fact the drinking age is 20.

Happy Birfday Bigfella

A big belated Happy Birthday to our favourite sneaker-freakin'-shoegazin'-film-a-lovin' sonofagun, Bekay!


Here are a series of amusing birthday related pictures for your pleasure man I didn't know what picture to post so I just typed 'funny happy birthday' into google images and this is the best of the worst of what I found.



Man, I hope in celebration we get really drunk this week and go and eat Schnitzel's.


Mickey Gang - I Was Born In The '90's
(so were we, and how glad we are).






8.4.09

POP! goes my heart.


Swedish delights are available locally during the month of April, as Cheap Monday present a Pop up concept residence in Sydney's inner east.


We stopped by not long ago, introduced our selves to the kind and tres cool bondi bloke (Dane) behind the makeshift counter while we expunged our wallets with the avant Scandinavian prod. 
With refreshing prices on their items and a really neat niche interior design that consists of structures and shelves being constructed of textured cardboard boxes that embrace the ephemeral notion of the residency, we found the experiance easy going and pleasurable. 

So get yo ass down to Darlinghurst: 379B South Dowling st.
All Jeans $90
Tees starting at $45
Jackets and sweaters start at $90

Runs till May 5.

7.4.09

Get Drunk and Dance For Kurt



I totally forgot it was the 15th Anniversary of Kurt Cobain's death on Sunday (the 5th of April).
Fortunately I was reminded when I flicked on Triple J and caught the end of Nirvana's set in Melbourne back in '92 (where were you?), which would have been fucking awesome to see, like I don't have to tell you already.

It appears that there is some form of a celebration of his passing going on on in Sydney this Thursday 9th April. It's held by the grrrl babes from DUKE Magazine, which I'm thinking would be as crazy as batshit as they seem to be. In a good way.

Unfortunately unemployment is a bitch, and so are my friends because nobody is really into him as much as me, so with a lack of money and no companion (because I don't want to go alone and seem like a weirdo in the corner), I doubt I will be going. But hey, that doesn't stop you going, ripping up your favourite jeans (I actually contemplated doing that about 5 minutes ago but thought I'd probably get too cold come Winter), throwing on a smelly old cardigan, getting really drunk and dancing like a spastic. So go.

Here are two sluts of tracks for you to have your way with.



I.U.D. - Daddy

The Pains of Being Pure At Heart - Come Saturday

6.4.09

M83 - The Last Part

20 minutes passed back at the aprtmnt and after hookin a snack (Ollie) and a toilet break (Bekay) we agreed to return to the stoop of backstage. We needed closure.
Trucks and musos where in full swing doin their thing. We had to move around the truck to get to our spot and upon seeing the familiar backstage doors open my heart skipped abit because theres Anthony Gonzalez. M83 is deciding whether to go out or head back to the hotel. It was in this moment that i became aware that our investment had paid off - we were gonna get a meet n greet with Anthony Gonzalez - screw Nick. This guy was French, wore glasses, ssaid ssank you with his accent, he was alot shorter than us but he was an amiable and affable character from beginning to end. For me personally it was something special going up to him introducing us and seeing his reaction as we delved into conversation. We even managed a photoshoot in the only lit alcove of the alleyway. All the while Anthony was being the ultimate nice guy, posing without command and even asked us questions. The whole sensation of M83 being right there shaking our hands with conversation had us smitten with excitement the whole walk home. Our precious photos in tow. 
We didn't get much sleep that night.




It was more than a well earned night out as much as it was a journey in itself.

M83 - The Middle Part

So basically we're in the blog/music blog game and we thought it our duty to hang out and satisfy our insatiable desire to meet and greet with either Nick Routledge or on a rare chance, M83 - either morgan Kibby or Anthony Gonzalez.

After the show finished to an applaud we spotted 
Nick making his way from backstage once again and were determined to at least grab a quick "hi - big fan of your work, etc"
We closed in on him only to shadow his conversation with friends that he'll be another 15 minutes backstage before leaving our grasp again. After dawdling around the remnants of cups n trash while appearing to be part of Nicks entourage, we were eventually hassled by security and decided to move the 'stake out' outdoors - it was only gonna be 15 minute right?


The next hour was quite the journey. Amidst the rain, the security, the allusion to be friends with people we really weren't (Nick's entourage) and finding the 'true' backstage entrance all seems alittle unfathomable in hindsight but it was surely a ride for us. We decoded the night, its highs, while hanging outside, observing potential groupies and their aim to latch onto what ever cerebral fling they could manage. Unfortunately this was not Frenzal Rhomb (who were playing The Metro the following night). After watching three failed attempts by 3 different groups of wet lipstick gals, it became a sign that perhaps this fortress, this building was impregnable. 


The rain started, we helped a young teen relocate and eventually reunite with her mobile phone as we became acknowledged faces to the muso crews that began pulling up trucks to excavate the musical prod of the band. However through all of this, alas, no face of recognition came through the backstage and after Nicks entourage were allowed backstage, we called it a night.

5.4.09

M83 - The First Part

To be honest, I wasn't expecting anything - just a good night out and it surpassed my expectations. Whole-heartedly.

The Metro: 8:45pm
Arriving at the gig as the Do took the stage and began their 70 minute set, the crowd was a fairly mellow, uni student concoction and some industry peeps to fill the older void left by the younger crowd.


What was a sign of things to come, we spotted the lead singer of Van She, Nick Routledge traverse between backstage and his perch near the stairs. Me and Ollie both agreed for the betterment of the blog to catch up with him for a quick meet and greet with some photos attached. The inaudible atmosphere however would make such a move, horribly difficult and stained, so we decided to wait till the hiatus between The Do and M83. Alas we became involved with the music in front of us as after a few beers and the do exchanging their album acoustics for live electronic versions which I found of a better quality than the produced one.
Their set was soon finished but we lost track of Nick (most likely dashed backstage) and we motioned against the traffic that was leaving for the break in acts, to gain a better position.

Behind what must have been the tallest person in the crowd, five deep, we stayed and waited for the curtain to unveil the French endeavors and their act. What started late due to technicalites began with a hybrid 'Run in To flowers' and an Unknown that set the Mise-en-scène. The show began with the live act foursome, Anthony Gonzalez, Morgan Kibby and attache (rhythm guitarist and drummer).

(excuse shitty pic)

From the outset it became clear that the highlight of these guys live would be the percussion and drum beat versus the synth electronic box and their confluence through the speakers. I found myself air drumming on a number of songs that would have me immersed in the tune and sensation of the song.

From 'Graveyard Girl' to 'Kim & Jessie', 'Teen Angst to Don't Save Us from the Flames', the performance, without a doubt peaked at the encore - 'Couleurs'. A high that, with its slow meticulous crescendo became part of a brightly lit atmosphere, became an overture of the night, its performances and even its issues (apparent technical issues with the 'channels' - we we know from a very reliable source). Although these plagued the early tunes and there were some inequalities with the vocals on occasion, u can hardly ask for perfection on every occasion. Its part of the live experience. We weren't fussed. Anthony Gonzalez and Co. had won me over.
If anything.
It all went by too too fast.

Choose Your Own Adventure




Pardon my French, but Lawrence Leung is a funny cunt. He is like the nerdy Asian kid in your class who is secretly hilarious but no-one really talks to him so they don’t know it. His new show Choose Your Own Adventure on the ABC is Lawrence trying to do all the things he wanted to do when he was a kid, like become a "real man", or reveal his feelings to a girl he once had a crush on, but hasn't seen since Year 3 (She turns out to be a fatty so it's hilarious). There's alot of '80's references in the show too which is cool, as you can see in the photo. Watch it on the ABC on Wednesday's at 9.30. Or his Mum says she will pop a cap in your arse. Or something.

The trailer for it is HERE


Doom - That's That

Antony and the Johnsons – Epilepsy Is Dancing
(I always pictured Antony as a big black Transvestite before I saw what he looks like)

The Horrors - New Ice Age

4.4.09

Watch This Space


Just a quick note: 
During this weekend watch out for M83 gig review, debrief, photos, analysis and hopefully interview along with some really really good and not so good quality photos.
you be the judge.
stay tuned.

Bekay&Ollie

1.4.09

...and because this is cool.

Every once 'n' a while amongst the plethora of internet web videos, weather it be visual blogs, to movie trailers or music videos, one in particular makes you stop in your tracks that you want to tell people about.

 The latest release from UNKLE was creatively rendered by a notable and venerable director already mentioned on the blog, Spike Jonze. The skate and street aesthetic is prominent in this HD clip where musical lethargy meets poetic slow-motion.
enjoy. 


(just tap the HD logo to switch to Standard play)

Uncle Pink's candles club day off.


Yes. We are excited.
Tres Excited.
French touch comes to the fore tonight as we witness a personal favorite around here,
M83