AK-47
Once upon a time the AK-47 provided
some solace to anyone
who defied the empire and who dared
to march and hold a gun
I remember walking through the jungle looking up
through my new defoliated roof;
Everybody said : “Ooh, run for cover”
but I stood my ground cos I knew:
There was nothing that could catch us
there was nothing that could hurt us
yeh, we’d inherit the earth
As long as we kept
that hatred in our heart
as long as we could
strike first
With our
AK-47
With the power of
AK-47
Category Archives: Music
R.I.P. Arthur Lee

Inspired, eccentric, singer and guitarist Arthur Lee has died from leukaemia in hospital in Memphis. As the unpredictable leader of psychedelic pop band, Love, Lee inspired generations of musicians as well as his peers with his combination of folk, rock and punk. To me, their album Forever Changes is almost perfect (and this is from someone who as a rule, strives to ‘prefer the earlier stuff’ from everyone).
Review: Stars Are Blind – Paris Hilton
Wealthy heiress and socialite, Paris Hilton has long been rumoured to be keen on a career in popular music. As early as two years ago, news spread like wildfire that she was planning to create and release an album which would serve to strengthen her position as multimedia goddess and icon of the mid 2000’s nekulturny.
It is perfect that this woman’s first moves into the public consciousness were with stimulant-dulled eyes as she preformed fellatio on a ‘stud’ known by some as a pornographer and by others as the son of a Warner Bros. executive. How marvellously apt that she earns royalties from perverts and misogynists who wish to purchase a film of her uninspired and loveless copulation.
So to the single, a ‘reggae-influenced’ mishmash of this season’s popular sounds, floated over by an autotuned and yet perversely tuneless girl’s voice. Everyone knows that girls can’t sing. This landmark song, completing Hilton’s trajectory from banal, ubiquitous dog-carrier to banal, ubiquitous model/actress/singer/whatever has, I’m reliably informed, been compared to both Gwen Stefani and Blondie. Ms Stefani’s 2005 song, ‘Rich Girl’ springs to mind, if only for the sensation it induced of a fatuous and self-important airhead making stupid people believe that what she thinks is in some way valid or interesting. Stefani and Hilton are both rich girls, so who cares what they think?
The lyrics of ‘Stars Are Blind’ are, on the whole, as stupid as the song’s title. I quote:
Even though the gods are crazy
Even though the stars are blind
If you show me real love baby
I’ll show you mine
Forgetting that we’ve already seen ‘hers’.
Those other guys all wanna take me for a ride
But when I walk their talk is suicide
Some people never get beyond their stupid pride
But you can see the real me inside
And I’m satisfied, oh no, ohh
Paris Hilton is a girl whose every wish can become reality. Her separation from ordinary life is what made her such an amusing and disgusting ‘character’. Her lack of character made us treat her with less contempt than she might have received for being an utterly contemptible person. But now, the tables have turned. Paris Hilton is no longer satisfied with the dull and unconsidered ambivalence of hundreds of millions of people; she wants, she needs their love. And she’ll get it, because she’s Paris Hilton.
‘Stars Are Blind’ stormed into the US single chart at #18 in June. 0/1
A rolling stone gathers no… respect from me
Yeah everyone thought it was soooo funny when Keith Richards smashed his head open after falling out of a tree. Not me. I was worried for the guy. Well I take it back now. Little did I know that as a result of that strange accident, Keith would ruin my summer. Well, obviously I thought it might, but you know… dramatic effect and everything
The Roling Stones have cancelled their concert in Barcelona.
There is absolutely no way that I’m going to facha central, Valladolid or golfer’s paradise, El Ejido to see them play. What a pile of shit.
Review: Silver Jews live in Barcelona
Last night, despite being desperately tired from an early (and very hot) summer night, Gemma and I went to see the magnificent Silver Jews play at Apolo.
On arrival at the club, there were about three other non-staff members present. Soon a group of six or or so walked in and sat by our table. Oh, it was David Berman, Cassie Berman and the rest of the Silver Jews. I wanted to go up to them and say something but I felt the blush/sad fan reflex coming on strong, so I stayed seated.
Support band, Extraperlo, named the Joos as one of their major influences. I didn’t feel that this was much in evidence through their set. I liked a couple of their songs but really they lacked any charisma or energy. In a year or two they could be great but they weren’t that night.
After an interminable wait for the main event to come on (it’s a small stage), the band shambled into view. A couple had been onstage for the vague soundcheck they went through but the cheers were reserved for when David stepped up to the mike.
From here, we enter the “oh shit, what was the setlist” stage. I’ll probably be able to piece it together later. I can say that they definitely played ‘Random Rules’, ‘Smith And Jones Forever’, ‘Time Will Break The World’, ‘Pet Politics’, ‘Black And Brown Blues’, ‘Sometimes A Pony Gets Depressed’, ‘Punks In The Beerlight’, ‘Animal Shapes’ and a personal favourite, ‘Wild Kindness’. There were other songs, all of them good… I just can’t be sure about which ones they were.
As opposed to reviews I’d read of the American shows in this, their first tour in 15 years, Silver Jews presented an extremely tight set. That is to say, there was no sign of the nerves, shyness or forgetfulness reported of their frontman. David Berman seemed confident and cheerful, joking with the crowd and dedicating a song to one of Gemma’s old uni pals, Marta (who, it turns out, is some kind of super-fan!). The crowd wasn’t huge, so he promised to shake hands with each of us after the show.
And he did! After an encore call which was louder than I’ve seen at concerts with 10 times the audience, Silver Jews played only one final number (will they ever play ‘Tennessee’??) and then David stepped down off the stage and came to speak to his fans. This act, as much as an amazing show, made sure that everyone present left with a Cheshire Cat grin on their face. I told David that after waiting 15 years for the first tour, they had to do another very soon. He promised that they’d be back, so those of you too fatigued by Football abuse (as to today, I’ve never seen a team foul so much and get away with it) – make sure that you keep a minimum of 4o€ in your account at all times. 20 for the ticket, and 20 for the obscenely priced beer.
Silver Jews live at Pocketclub (Sala Apolo, Barcelona):
1 out of 1
Silver Jews play Barcelona 26 June

All-round brilliant band, the Silver Jews roll into Barcelona next Monday as part of their very first tour. Their appearance will mark the completion of a twelve-month Drag City trilogy for me, having also seen Jennifer Herrema and Will Oldham (Bonnie ‘Prince’ Billy) over the past year. Only Neil Hagerty and Smog could make the lineup totally complete.
I’m not expecting the concert to be breathtaking in its musicality: David Berman is famously uncomfortable on stage. But it will be wonderful to see a band we’ve been listening to lots recently.
I’m not sure about whether Stephen Malkmus is involved in the tour, but that would be a huge added bonus. As will laying eyes on the sweet and delectable Cassie (Berman’s wife).
The concert takes place at about 9 in the Sala Apolo, off Paral·lel (probably Barcelona’s best live music venue, along with La Paloma). Tickets are handled by Telentrada (but you can’t get tickets online: we’ve been told to buy from a Caixa Catalunya ATM).
Click here to read my ‘review’ of the show!
Jesus says No! to crack
Legendary moon-faced junkie, Pete Doherty (pictured below), has a new-found determination to kick his multiple drug addictions. According to ‘sources‘ (read: grubby-handed drug-heads desperate for cash so they can get their pipes filled with magic rock crystals), Doherty has been visited by Jesus in a dream.
The son of God (Jesus, not Doherty) commanded the rockstar (Doherty, not Jesus) to kick his heroin and crack-cocaine habits. Apparently, Pete is now determined to get clean, give his money away and get baptised as soon as possible.
Portugal may not be exactly the best place to do it though. While God is definitely there, so are crack and heroin. It’s one of the few places worldwide where all drugs are decriminalised.
Some pics from this spring

Pete Doherty and Babyshambles at Primavera Sound


The Forum complex in Barcelona

An ‘okupat’ house in Cerdanyola was buned to the ground.
It’s not known who started the fire, but reports say that the Mossos are investigating a far-right wing connection



Andrea wore this classic t-shirt when we went to watch England’s first World Cup game. The robotic monster girl at the counter didn’t even register the hilarious comedy happening in front of her very nose.

We saw this car by the Apolo club/theatre just off Paral·lel. It’s had a hard time.

Took this picture to mock my brother back in bristol when it was cold and miserable there.
Here comes the summer!
Stones’ Barcelona gig delayed
The Rolling Stones ‘A Bigger Bang’ European tour, due to kick off in Barcelona on the 27th of May has been postponed until June to allow for the recovery of Keith Richards, who underwent further surgery today after falling out of a palm tree in Fiji.
Seems that he had some sort of brain hemorrhage. Get well soon, Keith
The tour’s new schedule will be revealed soon.
Albums and their covers
In celebration of the exhibition coming to the MACBA this month, here’s a selection of album covers which I find to be, in turn, thrilling, sickening and indie-cool-self-affirming.
That is to say, here are the covers of some albums I like and love. Not all of the covers are great works of art, but many are. Royal Trux, being my favourite pop-group, dominate the field somewhat. I’ve always enjoyed their album art, given that it combines a variety of rock clichés, fan-art, corporate-style logos and blocked toilets.
Elliott Smith’s epnoymous album has an evocative image of bodies ‘falling’ or ‘floating’ between buildings in an American city. The design represents a haunting pre-shadowing of the ‘falling man’ photograph taken on September 11th 2001 in New York City.
The Flaming Lips’ ‘The Soft Bulletin’ album features an awesome photograph taken outside an ‘Acid Test’ party in San Francisco in the late sixties. I love the way it captures a young man’s intoxicaton, no doubt due to some of the acid he’d been testing.
Bonnie ‘Prince’ Billy’s ‘Master and Everyone’ has a simple cover photo which needs little explanation: his face, with its idiosyncratic beard fills the sleeve… his eye seems abnormally deep and reflective, as if it’s been ‘photoshopped’.
After these, the Rolling Stones’ explicitly erectile cover for ‘Sticky Fingers’, Basement Jaxx’s homage to Copito de Nieve, the albino gorilla late of Barcelona’s city zoo, Super Furry Animals’ collage of a famous drug dealer’s various passports’ photos and Primal Scream’s stunningly primal ‘Screamadelica’ cover are all firm favourites.
Album art is a special form which combines the necessities of commercial success and hip styling with an interesting glimpse of how the pop-group (or their record label) view the music contained within the packaging. A good album cover should give a clear idea of the feeling and agenda (I wanted to write ‘philosophy’, but that seems too much) that the album espouses. Either that, or it should have nothing to do with anything. An album cover is, therefore, both an advertisement for the product, and a part of the product itself. As to the design included on CDs or vinyl records themselves – and the other design elements in on an album’s packaging, that’s a different matter. But Royal Trux’s highly suggestive hypodermic skyscrapers which feature in one of their EPs, (though I can’t remember which one), represent to me a pinnacle in album art by virtue of their combination of drug imagery and the New York City skyline.
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In a brief note which didn’t deserve a whole post: here’s a great article about the most important website in the world. GYAC: it’s Popbitch.





















































