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Tuesday, July 29, 2003
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 Pub Glitz Glam Is Back
Thanks Monica... you've checked the hot new ticket in town this week for us. San Francisco may have Gold Chains New York has Chicks On Speed and London more electro sleeze love clubs than Minneapolis has McDonalds, but only Sydney has the mighty sex god Spod
Monica writes:
First up in the packed Hopetoun hotel was 80s bubble gum pop-rock band Sekiden. The trio managed to land themselves in two emerging trends: the dumping of bass players and the introduction of the synthesized keyboards, both of which work to their advantage. From their opening number Sekiden explode in your face like a brightly coloured cracker. You're willing to overlook the aural assault as you ride their wave of infectious enthusiasm that seems to radiate from their performances. If these kids were any more animated you‚d swear they'd pop right off the stage, and you'd probably be happy to throw yourself across the room with them. They come into their own with their last track where we see the band take some risks by exploring the full dynamics an intense and integrated three-piece outfit can produce. I'‚s a tantalising hint of all the great things this band will produce.
Launching the single LET'Z DANCE!!! front man Lord Redfive, Scorpion of Sexxx, is part glam rock star and part gangsta rapper. This time round the man comes decked out with a stage set of giant, pink, glitter blocks spelling S-P-O-D as well as a makeshift catwalk, guitarist the Kid and his ever present Lyra miniskirt teamed with legwarmer-wearing Scorpion dancers.
In 2003 we've found ourselves squarely back in the 80s when it comes to both fashion and music, so Spod acts as a great reminder of all that was trashy and sleazy and fun of about the shoulder pad decade. The show, in essence, is a man rapping/singing over electro-rock/dance backing played from a CD player, but somehow it manages to be the more fun than an Olivia Newton John sponsored dance-a-thon. While his songs are undoubtedly catchy and electroclash being the fad word of the moment, Spod works best live. Most of its send-up, but he never makes that obvious, never slips from his stage persona, so we're able to gladly bask in his self-induced rock-star glow. It can no longer be denied: Spod iz God. |
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Monday, July 28, 2003
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It's A Wardance .... I'm Lost In Iceland etc etc
Oh no they're back...we thought we'd heard the final requiem somewhere in 1986 or was it 84... too long ago for this apostle's brain to recall. Rough Trade's record new release list has brought the scary news
Killing Joke one of the most influential bands of the last 20 years killing joke return with an album of epic proportions.it features jaz,geordie and youth with dave grohl on drums and andy gill on production
Now there you go not only is Youth back on board but we've got Nirvana & Gang of Four links in there as well. You know the eighties is really back now..... get ready for the relaunched careers of UK Decay, Spizz (yet again) & The Raincoats
Use this link to get streaming versions of tracks off the latest album. ( scroll to bottom of page) |
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Sunday, July 27, 2003
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Ballroom Blitz?
London's legendary music venue The Electric Ballroom is under threat of demolition if a proposed redevelopment of Camden tube station goes ahead. The Electric Ballroom was first opened by Bill Fuller, still its current owner, 65 years ago as the Carrousel and was renamed in 1978. Since then it has played host to a legion of bands and even the odd legendary riot as well as a good 20 years worth of Saturday night alternative disco action at Full Tilt. You can do your bit to save it by sending in the downloadable letter on their site.
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Wednesday, July 23, 2003
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Byron's Glastonbury: Splendour In The Grass
As always our scribe Monica has got out there and done the dirty work to bring us the frontline report from the trenches
In the festival world, the No Moshing, No Crowd Surfing sign is universally ignored.
Not so at Byron's music festival Splendour in the Grass‚ where the punters are far too mellow to disagree. That's not to say the predominantly Sydney/Brisbane crowd of hot, young bods (where have all the hippies gone?!) weren't enjoying the extraordinary lineup the festival offered at only $99 for a two day pass. Lets just say the festival name is apt: Splendid tunes floating amongst a lot of grass.
On Saturday the Supertop was kicked off by The Re-mains and The Bumblebeez. The Bumbleez, relatively new on the scene sound unpolished and unpracticed. On the flip side their erratic sound is raw, explosive, unexpected and refreshingly spontaneous. Two groups who would make AC/DC proud include The Casanovas and Jet. If put head to head Jet would come up on top, with their repertoire being far more varied and each song consolidating their impressive rock sound.
Other highlights included witnessing the much talked about return to rock for Powderfinger, the exquisitely sensual delights of Goldfrapp at the Mix-Up tent as well as hearing the legendary Seether by Veruca Salt. The Sleepy Jackson, Magic Dirt, The Music, The Living End also shared the Supertop while the Mix-Up tent saw Overdub, Sarah Blasko, Decoder Ring, Gerling and Alpinestars with Ajax and James De La Cruz filling in the DJ spots.
On Sunday The Fergusons and The Mess Hall featured early on the main stage. The Mess Hall seem determined to prove that country isn't all Dixie Chicks and Shania. Each song attacks the crowd with their driving, hard country rock with the pace rarely dropping. Later in the evening the John Butler Trio delighted a packed crowd with a set that would kick Jack Johnson's ass any day of the week and bringing out Ben Giles (Silverchair) as a special guest on the bongo drums. Screamfeeder, Sunk Loto, Frenzal Rhomb, The Superjesus, Placebo and Coldplay also took to the stage.
The Mix-Up tent could have been renamed the Hip-Hop, with acts such as Downsyde, Katalyst and 1200 Techniques showing why Ozzie hip hop is becoming such a force in the Australian music. On the American front were Motion Man and KutMasta Kurt as well as the tongue-in-cheek humour of Ugly Duckling.
Also, a hand should go to Goodwill and Adam Freeland for an excellent dosage of breaks between the acts. The musically cosmic wanderings of Death In Vegas managed to draw a decent number away from headlining Coldplay. Their meanderings through ambient progressions of dark and light textures, ending with the violently sadistic sounds of Hands Around My Throat made for a wonderful end to a wonderful festival.
Other non-Splendour acts seen in the week at Byron include Total Science, an impressive drum and bass act from UK dropping in at the club with the best sound system in Australia: c-moog. Friday night Pharmacy showcased his eclectic set of brakes at the Great Northern hotel. Hailing from Brisbane, this one-man electronic act will soon go under the name of RoboBuggin and hopefully release an album later this year.
It was an amazing week, which only makes the return to retail-whore work all the more painful. Thanks for the memories, and until next year I bid you farewell, Byron!
Ed's note: Did Monica sleep at all? |
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Tuesday, July 22, 2003
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Leaves Of Electro
The Apostles have told you about My Robot Friend before... for those of you who weren't listening the Robot is back with a new tune Walt Whitman.
This is the first time we've heard a song singing the praises and otherwise of America's greatest (maybe?) poet. Maybe they'll start a trend and we'll hear songs about Lowell & Pound next.
Don't forget to link through to the site, it's simple fun and let's you download freebie MP3's ... if you like CD's there's one for sale as well.
The Apostles love My Robot Friend
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Monday, July 21, 2003
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Dirge In Vegas
Saw a band on Saturday that made me want to throw out all their CD's as soon as I got home.
Topping the bill at the Metro were Death In Vegas. I suppose I should have guessed what it was going to be like after hearing Richard Fearless's DJ set which sounded to me like half a dozen versions of Tubular Bells mixed in with Space's Magic Fly
The band came on and proceeded to give us instrumental dirge followed by instrumental dirge... no art, no adrenalin , no nothing. We left way before it finished. The only positive thing I can say about the whole affair was that one of the guitarists looked like he'd escaped the Star Trek episode I'd been watching before we left for the gig, that afforded me some humour in the whole affair.
Please avoid this band.
The positive note for the evening was the support the Bumblebeez. Getting a bit of an A&R buzz, we gather here at apostle central. They sound better on stage than on the stereo and are a mix up of all that is/ was best about the Happy Mondays, Avalanches & the Beastie Boys with a bit of Zappa & Beefheart thrown in. The set was over far too quickly and the way that they mixed up their styles yet kept continuity was better than impressive. Hopefully they'll be massive and in a righteous world Death In Vegas should be begging to support them. |
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Friday, July 18, 2003
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Ministry of Shit
It is with great pleasure that we report the release of the Ministry of Shit - The 2003 Anus compilation CD.
Why... because its release upset those corporate dance types at south London hq.
On hearing of this release by Spasticated Records they had their lawyers onto compiler and owner DSCIO who happened to be in London at the time.... what happened next: firstly XFM interviewed him for 40 minutes about the fiasco, then the distributors bought up all the rest of his copies and finally a couple of quick letters from his lawyers silenced 've Ministri into realising that they were chasing shadows.
What's on the compilation... well who cares to be honest ... the fact that it has upset them is enough for me. That said check the AC/3P track on the comp |
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Thursday, July 17, 2003
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Pistols Play Washington DC
So the Sex Pistols are back again .... this time to bring down the Bush presidency? Well according to Deep Throat in DC it's all about Rock'n'Roll. He sent us this email this morning
Just got my tix, they're here Aug 24. Small venue this time, oh man it's gonna be great! I'm gonna camp out in front of Jonesy's backline & get a faceful of his powerchords all night Bliss!!! |
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26-3 = 23!
Ever wanted to ask Jimmy Cauty 26 questions? - well over at Rocknerd someone has. Shame it wasn't 23 questions... |
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Wednesday, July 16, 2003
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Who Cares
Bondi Apostle notes a concerted PR effort by the music industry worldwide to make us aware how piracy is damaging their precious industry.
Last night the Aussie music industry types seemed to be out in full force on all the news channels telling us all how damaging downloading and copying CD's / tracks are and I note that the same story has been fed to the likes of BBC world who've done the Asia angle on the issue.
Well guys... who cares what you think.
If you'd bothered to investigate the new technology when it came along and made music affordable for the rest of us rather than artificially inflating CD prices , ripping off artists and consumers alike as well as closing down file sharing services that might have worked with the industry then maybe we wouldn't all disregard you as we do.
You industry people remind me of those guys at the major labels in the late 50's who wished rock'n'roll would go away, in the mid 70's who wished punk would go away, the eighties who wished hip hop would go away and the 90's who wished dance would go away ... well corpo boys and girls technology is here to stay and it's just going to get more efficient...... Remember it's your brothers and sisters at telecoms companies who are giving us the tools to do it all.
Maybe you should have a word with them. |
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Monday, July 14, 2003
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Compay Segundo 1907-2003
Sad news arrives today of the passing away of Cuban music legend Compay Segundo. He died yesterday in Havana from a kidney infection.
“Compay’s career began with the first great flowering of son in Santiago in the 1920s. By his early teens he was working in the tobacco fields but would head for the local bars at night to play and sing with the top musicians of the time soon joining Nico Saquito’s Cuban Stars. He acquired his nick-name when he formed the legendary Duo Los Compadres in 1942; Compay is Cuban Slang for Compadre (friend) and Segundo referred to his trademark, bass harmony ‘second’ voice. He remained as a guitarist and singer with Los Compardres for fourteen years and during this period he also played clarinet with the group’s main rival, Conjunto Matamoros.” (Taken from the sleeve notes to Buena Vista Social Club).
For a long period he dropped out of the music scene and worked in a cigar factory. This exile was ended by recognition and success in Spain in the early nineties followed by the international success of Ry Cooder’s Buena Vista Social Club project. Although it is easy to be cynical about much of the output of the Cuban music boom the gigs that were built about Compay, Rubén Gonzalez, and Ibrahim Ferrer were always a joy to behold.
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The things we make …
Further to brother Bow’s fulsome review of Peter Saville’s retrospective at the Design Museum I was struck by a couple of things.
The Punk aesthetic shines through the work of Saville as much as it does in the work of Jamie Reid. Saville was just a more artistically literate magpie, as the exhibition demonstrates in meticulous detail. Everything is sourced and correctly credited. This doesn’t make the artwork for the cover of Atmosphere any less apposite but it explains why we were in a design museum rather than an art gallery. That said the 12” sleeve has never looked more desirable than some of the early cool classical designs for Factory. It is interesting to see his work for other artists and realise that the beauty of the Factory sleeves was more than just Saville’s designs. It was a conjecture of a playful disregard to cost control, intellectual pretensions and sublime pop music that made those sleeves an object of fascination that still holds twenty years on. Sadly, this configuration was absent when he produced the artwork for Last Christmas by Wham!
The other process that the exhibition alluded to was the rise of graphical culture in the last twenty five years. This message was slightly lost in a brief summary of each year which punctuated the displays. Any given year would start with an overview of design and technology making the link that in a networked economy, which is multilingual, graphical representations, is vital for businesses to establish recognition. But, obviously at some stage, the good burghers of the Design Museum probably thought this was too heavy for the pop kids they hoped to attract. So at the bottom of the thought provoking stuff they are lists of the top sounds and films of the year! But don’t the curators know that as keen consumers of left field pop music in the early eighties we were all dancing to Jacques Derrida long before we deconstructed our first sentence?
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Sunday, July 13, 2003
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An Ideal For Designing
London's Design Museum is currently showing a retrospective of the work of influential designer and co-founder of Factory Records Peter Saville. During his career to date Saville has been responsible for, amongst other things, producing some of the most striking and artful record sleeves of the last 25 years, an ongoing range of catalogues and associated images for Japanese designer Yohji Yamamoto and even the odd bus stop art work.
The show has a specially produced soundtrack by New Order and has been set into a space designed by Lindy Roy that splits the work so far into three distinct sections: early work (developing and executing concepts for record sleeves for the likes of Joy Division, New Order, OMD and..... ahem.... Wham! along with development of identities for The Fruitmarket and Whitechapel galleries); middle period work (disillusionment with music as a vehicle for innovative graphic art and a switch towards fashion); and, more recent work (executing other peoples ideas for cover art for the likes of Pulp and Suede, plus his increasing interest in creating art - as distinct from graphic art).
Predictably the first of the three sections is the most interesting as it shows the development of Saville's trademark aesthetic. The display of the sleeves and their various source materials is given a solemnity and weight bordering on that usually reserved for religious icons and allows the nerdier end of the visiting public plenty of opportunity to fetish them up close. There is also a booth at one end showing a vintage episode of So It Goes - the Anthony Wilson presented TV music show - featuring the likes of Iggy Pop and Talking Heads plus Wilson's endearing verbal meanderings (though it appears that not everyone holds him in such warm regard as whilst myself and Lancashire Apostle were watching a fellow punter strolled up took one look at Wilson, uttered a loud 'Twat' and departed).
The space and malleability of the 12" sleeve allowed Saville far greater opportunities for experimentation and innovation than the ubiquitous jewel case (though the likes of Pulseprogramming with their witty CD sleeve come house are proof that innovation is possible) and his later work looks less sure and confident in comparison to the earlier. Likewise the switch from a hands-on 'scalpel and spraymount' design process to a computer based one has taken some of the life and clarity away from his more recent music related work (though has obviously allowed for the development of a whole range of new graphical approaches). This having been said his work is consistently interesting and thoughtful and the show is well worth a visit if you're in town.
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Friday, July 11, 2003
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Kings of Covenience
Oh, dear. We came, we saw, and we shrugged our shoulders.
A gaggle of Apostles found ourselves embracing the scruffy charms of the Electric Ballroom to see the latest saviours of rock'n'roll the Kings of Leon. It's difficult to avoid the boys from the South at present as hagiographies appear in publications as diverse as the Sunday Times and the NME. It seems to have worked. The touts were out in force and we saw, a pleasingly short, Noel Gallagher standing on tippy toes for a better view.
The Kings of Leon are not without merits. California Waiting slips by in a pleasant paean to youthful hedonism sort of way. There are a few other tracks that are worth another spin and the big hair of the collective is a welcome correction to the slap head tendencies of recent years. But, in truth, that's about it. The whole evening left me thinking more about the excitable state that music journalism finds itself in rather than any merit of the Kings. These guys, we'd been told, possessed more blues and authentic rock than we could ever imagine. Well, hey, try me.
So if you do want to see a truly remarkable outfit on the top of their game and I'm guessing that you do? I suggest we track down the Kings of Leon publicists. Whoever those boys and girls are they must be pretty hot stuff. Get them on stage now! |
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Tuesday, July 08, 2003
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Build It Up With Legowelt
Sydney Apostle has become somewhat infatuated with the music of Dutch Maestro(s) Legowelt
First it was Catnip last year and then this year the monster Electro Italo Disco madness of Disco Rout.
We've done a little research and discovered that coming later in 2003 is the
Beyond the Congo 6 track mini LP
The blurb for this mini lp is by far the best this apostle has read this year... I'm already sold
This record takes us to the dangerous deep jungles of the Congo - early 1960ies - which by then was the setting for a number of particular events. Crack elite Belgian paratroopers found themselves fighting German Mercenaries (mostly ex-eastern front veterans!) while a freshly formed Indian UN task airforce bombed the hell out of them all...and not to mention the rich uranium mines, savage congolose deathsquads led by raging voodoo witchdoctors and the lurking mapoeto monster in the jungle!'Raid on Stanleyville' kicks off this record with a slowburnin'italo monster dancefloor hit. Imense deranged RAW electronic italofunk mixed with Japanese syntho and The Haguexplotation bongo rock straight out of the heart of Africa!! |
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Seasons in the Song
"We're sitting drinking fruity alco-pops from pint glasses with ice and watching the girls of summer. With their bare legs and trainers and the white strap lines from yesterday's top beneath today's blowing across their peeling shoulders when they wait at the bar. Later I'll put on a tape in the bathroom and attempt to shave whilst half cut and end up slashing open my cheek or nickin' my lip. Then spray on some poof juice and go to the park with my economy cider.
I don't think I'll need a jacket.
It'll still be bright when the carry outs are finished and we head to the pub to get everyone else, leaving our empties kicked behind a bush. We'll get 'em in there and casually saunter into the bogs and swallow. And get taxi's down to a club. With me saluting magpies through the window on the way, in the hope that I'll get a shag.
But I'll wake up clamped round a girl I know, fully clothed on someone's couch having barely slept for two hours, all sweaty and thoughtful and needing affection. And then you'll wake up and the first thing we'll do is to make plans to get pissed. So we'll sit in a pub and watch the girls of summer." The Girls of Summer - Arab Strap. Is this the best summer song ever? This apostle thinks so - if you know better then let us know.... |
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Punk's Not Dead - The Carcass Rots On
Yes punk style circa 79-82 just lives on and on. In this incarnation we've got the Fowl Air Punk Festival in a pub somewhere outside sydney.
The bill includes the charmingly named Dayglo Abortions ... other equally name challenged bands include... Unclean Bastard Squad, Povvo & Run For Cover .
The only ones I'd bother to turn up for are Anti-Fish
Talking punk... after the Sex Pistols reunion which should never have happened we've now got the talking bore, Henry Rollins taking a middle-aged Black Flag show on the road.
Yet again I'm torn... Black Flag were easily the most freakin' hardcore gig experience ever.... do I want the old muscle queen to ruin memories or will I succomb to the same disease as him ... re-visiting the past. It always ends in tears. |
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Monday, July 07, 2003
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We are Flailing
"My character agrees a pact with the Devil where he gets Rod Stewart's soul and starts to live his rock'n'roll lifestyle. But he soon realises what we all know - that there's only one Rod Stewart."
Tim Howar is the lucky man who's to play the lead role in Ben Elton's next foray into musical notoriety - the Rod Stewart Musical. Not content with Eltonising the history of Queen, he's turned his pen to the veteran rocker Stewart, who is to be sent up as one of the world's great womanisers. What a night it will be - Maggie May, Sailing, Tonight's the Night and another 19 of Stewart's greatest songs, with Caprice, Rachel Hunter and Britt Ekland thrown in for good measure. Wow. |
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Another Night In Surry Hills
Hopetoun Hotel: Four piece band Dappled Cities Fly are in the process of owning a sound. Which is saying a lot considering a lot of bands never end up developing one all to themselves. Phrases such as energetic, weird rock, quirky and unexpected chaos have been bandied around.
And there are definitely some influences out of Pavement and early Nirvana. From their repertoire emerge some catchy radio-worthy tunes as well as some intriguing and all in all successful attempts to experiment with different textures and noises. And all without a synth!
It's a shame not enough bands take a risk in instrumentals. For the most part, it's a risk worth taking, as is the case of Sydney band Purplene. Their songs with vocals pared back or absent , and there a quite a few, are the most successful. It is all pulled off by their ability to play their respective guitars, from which they bring some creative and inspired sounds while maintaining a clean, tidy execution.
And a gold star to Matt Rossetti for his manipulation of drums, managing to go from subtle to lively and all the tones in between. When lead singer David Ledlin does belt it out, it's a curious punk sound that jars interestingly with the dreamy melodies and dynamic harmonising of the guitars.
Monica |
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Saturday, July 05, 2003
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Goodbye to the Walrus of Love
Barry White has died after a lengthy battle with numerous health problems. He was 58.
His canyon-deep, butter-smooth vocals made him one of the most famous crooners on the planet, never mind his songs' sexually-charged verbal foreplay.
White, who was brought up in Los Angeles' South Central area, was fond of telling how his famous gravelly voice appeared overnight when he was 14. "I woke up, and spoke to my mother, and scared us both to death," he said when he addressed the Oxford Union in 2000.
A spell in jail for stealing tyres when he was a teenager convinced him to enter the music industry in 1960. In 1983 his brother Darryl, who he called his "best friend", was shot and killed by a neighbour in a dispute over change from a $20 note. White maintained that if he had not entered the music industry, he may have suffered the same fate.
The ladies across the world are going to miss you Barry. |
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Friday, July 04, 2003
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Living on a Prayer
Our good friend Blackheath Apostle has been dipping his toe in the waters of nostalgia and sends this report:-
Hot from the Blackheath Halls where top crooner and former Spandau Ballet man Tony Hadley was showcasing his talent off the back of the publicity gained from the marvellously woeful Reborn in the USA tour. Tone, just your everyday 'North London Geezer' by his own account, got the juices flowing with the faithful groupies, now in their mid-40s, but as determined as ever to shoehorn their bums into black spandex and wriggle it for the sex god on stage. Ignoring the cries for Instinction and Musclebound, Tone hammered his way through some 'new stuff' much to the despair of those who had turned out to hear Gold and the rest. Highlight, though, was when Tone asked the audience: 'Any Duran Duran fans here?' A few brave souls/traitors spoke up, who Tone answered: 'I wish I'd been in Duran Duran. Would have saved me a bloody fortune in legal fees.' Tone then went on to celebrate the work of the arch rivals with a stunning rendition of Save a Prayer. |
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You Can't Stop Rock And Roll
You couldn't make it up. Spinal Tap eat your heart out.
The New York-based, multimillion-selling heavy metal band Twisted Sister has officially reunited after more than 16 years apart. For that mega gig in an equally big mega-dome? Chasing millions of pounds for their last gasp on onstage air? No - it was the tour of army bases in Korea that lured Sister out of retirement. Oh yeah, and the tour of amusement parks.
"The minute we heard, we said, 'No,'" says lead singer Dee Snider. "We said, 'We want to play for our fans! We don't want to play to people in an amusement park!'
"And they said, 'Dee, your fans are in their 30s; where do you think they are on the Fourth of July weekend? They're out with their families at the amusement parks or the Jersey shore.' And that was like a real rude awakening."
In the '80s, Al and Tipper Gore accused Twisted Sister of endangering the morals of America's youth. As digitalmetal.com says: "No one should ever underestimate the power of Twisted Sister." Puppet show anyone?
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Wednesday, July 02, 2003
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DJ Rubbish
Bondi Apostle has found a man after his own heart DJ Rubbish who actually isn't that rubbish at all.
On Barry's Bootlegs the same label that brought us the magnificent Cassette Boy comes Rubbish, who we gather is straight out of Peckham.
Lots of bling bling mixed with political raps and some fairly crude homemade sampling.. what Hip Hop is really about.
Check the link we've given you.. the man on film having a go at the old bill. |
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Tuesday, July 01, 2003
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Parisian Perfection
So.. you're off on Eurostar to Paris for the night ... need to do a bit of record shopping the next day?
Well... Bondi apostle has done the research and come up with a shop that doesn't stock filter house, Johnny Halliday or Serge Gainsbourg. Hidden away in arr 11 is Wave at 36 Rue Keller 75011.
Joy no 1 was that the guy in the shop spoke absolutely no english which made the search for interesting 12's just that little bit more than the usual challenge. But as soon as I'd asked for le musique comme DJ Scud fabrique en france... out came 12" after 12" each stranger and nastier than the last. I think I ended up walking out of the shop with half a dozen darkcore ragga tunes all made somewhere in Europe. Will I ever play them ... who cares !
The shop is a veritable treasure trove for Wire readers with more experimental music at your fingertips than anywhere else I can think of.
They've also got a shop in Nancy and a website
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