Note/Warning: My proper reviews for SXSW will be on La Pop Life and Gold Flake Paint soon(ish). For Sloucher, I’ll be posting diary-style stuff, mostly unedited (barring a few typos that had to go away, replaced by more typos. Most of these diaries were written late at night and honest to God, this is how they went. No clear cut narrative is intended, just general ramblings. Enjoy this Gonzo-style experiment. Continue reading “SXSW Diaries – Monday’s alright for walkin’”
“A record store, like Jesus and a puppy, are for life, not for a one day celebration.” So texted my associated editor, Orestes P. Xistos when I asked him if he’d join me in filming the people queuing outside Record Collector, a shop smack in the heart of the now dying Broomhill area of Sheffield, England. Continue reading “Was this your celebrated summer? – RSD 2013”
Welcome to another troll column. Enjoy.
We gave our jack of all trades, Orestes Xistos, a couple of tenners and a list of films to review. This piece of shit is what we got. A free CD and a pint if you can point out all the references to other films.
A long, long time ago, I met Oxo Foxo and her legal team at G2 Studios. It was a strange, long interview (42 minutes) that was abruptly interrupted when a sensitive question was asked. It wasn’t even about her real name (it might not be Oxo Foxo, this is still unconfirmed), but more about the current state of politics in the United Kingdom.
So, an editorial decision had to be made. After several meetings with Sloucher‘s investors (all belonging to a cult that worships cows) and long powerlunches between this site’s legal team and the legal team representing Oxo Foxo, a compromise was achieved. The interview could be posted online as long as it was transcribed verbatim. Continue reading “Interview – Oxo Foxo”
We gave our jack of all trades, Orestes Xistos a couple of tenners and a list of films to review. This piece of shit is what we got. A free CD and a pint if you can point out all the references to other films.
This is the obligatory, self-congratulating post that I’d usually try to avoid writing, but taking into account we’ve managed to stay online for 3 years (despite ourselves), I just wanted to drop a few line (it’ll be quick). Continue reading “Sloucher.org – 3 years and the future of the website”
From computer based knowledge, to those who have an anorak intelligence over films and music, there is a Geek in all of us.
But what would happen if some of these Geeks had their way with the world? Where would relatively mundane things from now be left? And would the change be better? Continue reading “If Geeks ruled the world…”
Greetings, readers bought all seven copies of my self-help guide, Getting back at the rustler that stole your red oxen (vol .2 Electric Boogaloo)! Welcome to another edition of our “off again, off again, hey it’s on again!” single reviews column. Granted, some of them aren’t singles, but I liked them and made my stupid human collaborators review ’em. Mahalo.
This week’s singles are double-double, so watch out for that trans fat in our delicious cuts of smoked shoegazing bacon. Mind the indie dance chicken. And for Krist Novoselic‘s sake, don’t throw your bass in the air, you might end up writing political science for the rest of your life while you wallow in self-pity on that day you said no to a high paying job packing foodstuffs in orange bags at Sainsbury’s.
Ah, singles, right:
Continue reading “Singles reviewed : What the Blood Revealed, Adi Carter, Heroes of the Mexican Independence Movement, Johan Reinhold, Floating Death Picnic, The Bedford Incident, Black Market Serotonin, Nowhere Again, Ninetails, The Hudares”
We gave our jack of all trades, Orestes “H. is for Tom Baker Hatin’ Bidmead” Xistos a couple of tenners and a list of films to review. This piece of shit is what we got. A free CD and a pint if you can point out all the references to other films.