you know what i didn't do last night?
i didn't go and watch some fucking novelty band at the freebutt. what is happening to twee and alt pop? charity shop knitwear used to be enough outsider signifier for everyone. now nobody's interested unless the band is made up of flute-eating quadruplets from fuckstick, maine, and one of them's mute. i blame the danielsen familie. i bet joanna newsom gets offered extra to bring along a choir of oompaloompas on BV.
once, i was helping with the sound for a gig at the hanbury; it was jorge someone - the man from neutral milk hotel - and he had set himself up as some sort of one twat band. he was playing the banjo and kicking occasionally at drums scattered around him on the floor; he was decked out in a hat with bells on, and he had erected a ridiculously tall stand next to him and adorned it with a small cymbal which he would periodically headbutt. we had to hide behind the desk during sound check, we were laughing so much.
you don't get enough savant for your idiot these days. last night's offering at the freebutt - which i ignored - was named something like tammy and the flids. apparently their drummer doesn't drum, she tapdances near a microphone! jesus, mary and joseph. this is not innovation in music, this is the finger in a matchbox trick. ask jamie brogden, aged 8 at the time, what happens when you show me the finger in a matchbox trick. i bet you he remembers.
so, fearing imbroglios, i instead spent the evening practicing with russell. our band is fun. he plays guitar, without the aid of a false arm or a windsock, and i play drums, sitting down, with drumsticks i bought at the drum cavern. we are not previously conjoined twins, nor are we from the boondocks. we are called 'in love with all my friends', and our demo will be available from me in about 3 weeks, unless one of turns mute first. thank you.
once, i was helping with the sound for a gig at the hanbury; it was jorge someone - the man from neutral milk hotel - and he had set himself up as some sort of one twat band. he was playing the banjo and kicking occasionally at drums scattered around him on the floor; he was decked out in a hat with bells on, and he had erected a ridiculously tall stand next to him and adorned it with a small cymbal which he would periodically headbutt. we had to hide behind the desk during sound check, we were laughing so much.
you don't get enough savant for your idiot these days. last night's offering at the freebutt - which i ignored - was named something like tammy and the flids. apparently their drummer doesn't drum, she tapdances near a microphone! jesus, mary and joseph. this is not innovation in music, this is the finger in a matchbox trick. ask jamie brogden, aged 8 at the time, what happens when you show me the finger in a matchbox trick. i bet you he remembers.
so, fearing imbroglios, i instead spent the evening practicing with russell. our band is fun. he plays guitar, without the aid of a false arm or a windsock, and i play drums, sitting down, with drumsticks i bought at the drum cavern. we are not previously conjoined twins, nor are we from the boondocks. we are called 'in love with all my friends', and our demo will be available from me in about 3 weeks, unless one of turns mute first. thank you.
posted by white hotel | 12:35 am
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Tilly & The Wall?
Oh, and it's not Chicco time, you spammer (not you, Petra, that other guy)
tilly and the wall it was. i quite like their album, don't get me wrong. but, honestly/. tapdancing drummers?
Indeed, they are Trying Too Hard. And, of course, that's the only thing that gets mentioned in their reviews, or even possibly the only thing that gets them a review. Not actually heard them myself.
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