We might be hardwired to think of dreamgaze as shoegaze’s soft-speaking sibling, but you really don’t need distortions to be heavy. It’s the words what matter, really, and when those chained sentences are enveloped in atmospheric wonderlands like the ones Moving Panoramas create, they linger on. ‘One’ is the first of many great songs from Moving Panoramas new album, out on Modern Outsider on October. We actually have heard … Continue reading Stream: Moving Panoramas – One
‘You’ is the brand new single from Toronto’s artpoppers For Esmé, a trio creating delectable kaleidoscopes of electronic beats to decor a lovely pop bungalow. ‘You’ mixes an electropop base with a coquettish guitar that times its visits just right, man. Sugar, their upcoming album, is out later this year, but y’all more than welcome to check more of their craft on Soundcloud. Links … Continue reading Stream: For Esmé – You
Ahoy, fellas! Since I’m waiting with bated breath for the final episode of season 4 of Game of Thrones, I realised I was really looking forward to the terrible violence that will ensue. You could say I wanted violence beyond violence. Ah, you could say I want some… Ultraviolence?
My editor, knowing full well that I have “a thing” for Lizzie Grant, aka the yang to Lana Del Rey‘s yin (not ying), managed to get his pal Rollo Tomasi to send him a reviewer’s copy of this album because fuck trying to get it from the label. So, grab a peppermint chamomile tea and read my in depth gushing of the new Lana Del Rey joint.
Oh, and spoilers… A RANT: Continue reading “Review: Lana Del Rey – Ultraviolence”
The Strange Death of Liberal England – ‘Come on you young philosophers! /Sometimes I just need you’
So, you might have heard that we organised a gig a fortnight ago. There was laughter, there were crazy drum rolls, there was many a drink to be quaffed, there were cases of tinnitus, but above all, there was ample talent on stage. We had some debate (I think we had, it’s all blurry now) about whether a self-review would be ok or a conflict … Continue reading Shameless self-promotion
The sad end of a mysoginist.
(or is it?)
As Quinto stumbled through Penistone road after doing another fatty blunt-batastic, he thought that it all was a little too silly for his liking.
From the desk of Quintana “Quinto” Haberno (pt 3 – The Woman knew her ways)
I hate theatre.
There, said and done. I hate the fakeness of it. I hate the “sparsity” of it. Calling an actor “theatrical” is easily my fave insult and the BBC sure has a knack for having “theatrical actors” in their ranks. The same damning that makes Mexican actors shit.
So, yeah, I avoid theatre like the plague. And don’t get me started on musicals. Shit, please, drill my eardrums and drop some Tesco Quality bleach on them. I’ll take that over anything that Lloyd Webber or Stephen “The Master of Dissonance” Sondheim crap.
With that in mind and hopefully waiting for half the audience back home to recover, I’ll tell you about how I ended up watching a play.
When I arrived to Sheffield in 2008, the sheer barrage of info, pamphlets and literature thrown my way was akin to getting wiped out by a big wave in Oaxaca.
Amidst all this excess of paper and rants, one little thing caught my eye. Article magazine (and hey, you can read their back issues here). I loved the style and the easy-to-conceal-in-science-books size and I quickly became a fan. My favourite issue was “The Waste Issue” (that’d be number 11) and the wait for the next issue is always taxing.
Nowhere, south of the United States, sometime in the 50s. A town with very strict religious views and an iron glove police force(think NKVD/Gestapo but not as friendly). Three little kids whose mother has passed away and whose father slaves away at the farm, affronted by a stark economic future. And in the midst of this harsh reality, where racism is very alive and well … Continue reading Review – Whistle down the wind @ Sheffield Lycaeum