I’ve added a new feature to thebadrash.com/: an image gallery featuring all of the terrible photos that we’ve taken over the last few months. There are also about five good pictures. At the moment, the pictures aren’t categorised or ordered really, so there may be a bit of a random feel about the whole thing! Also, I’ve run into issues getting all the thumbnails created. And the images are far too big!
Click here to open the new gallery.
As if you couldn’t tell from their boring music, Bloc party reveal in an exclusive interview with the Guardian today just how dull they really are! Moaning about the kids having too much fun sums up the attitude of these ‘technical rockers’ – the bands out to complete the destruction of rock’n’roll music.
Indie music has a lot to answer for – dull meaningless songs about cleaning your shoes, droney wet sods complaining about the rain, nihilistic bank clerks denying themselves – and Bloc Party (along with Franz Ferdinand) represent the lowest ebb of indie music. Pure as the driven snow patrol, a bunch of nice boys with nothing to say and saying it quietly. I will never comprehend how people can get excited about this music. The only polite way to explain it is that other people work much harder than me and therefore cannot afford to invest the same energy as I have. It’s easier reading the NME.
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Edit: I make no apologies for my taste, but I fully respect anyone’s right to enjoy any kind of music they choose. This is my blog after all.
I just found this hugely enjoyable review of the Royal Trux album Pound For Pound. It’s from some newspaper in Portland. The reviewer doesn’t much like Royal Trux.
To be fair to her, Pound For Pound isn’t the best Trux album. I love all of their records, but then I’m partial. What really gets me is what it was exactly that Katie doesn’t like about Royal Trux. It’s the repetition of two chords, the Sesame Street moments and their name!
C’mon, Katie! You can do better than that. I think Jennifer’s hair was awful around then too.
That’s a picture of Katie drinking a beer. She knows her rock’n’roll.
I’ve been messing about with the camera today.
Also saw this wierd plane… does anyone know what it is?
Edit: I have now discovered that this amazing aeroplane is an Airbus A300-600ST Super Transporter – or ‘Beluga’. There are only five in existence but I have no idea why one was flying over the Vallès Occidental! It could be connected with some sort of airshow nearby: last year we saw a EuroFighter showing off.
Heard the next single by The Strokes today… and it’s pretty good. I like the shift in style away from the last two albums; they needed to freshen up. So to speak.
At the same time, it’s not quite the Dub sound I was hoping for. Can’t always get what you want.
I hope this confounds plenty of people. People need to be confounded as much as possible.
The sound of my shitty summer was a scuzzy two guitar, girl singer and drum-machine pop group called The Kills. Both their albums are great and I don’t buy into the I Like The Trux fuck The Kills mantra… though to be fair, they do sound quite similar at times, and their Fiberfib performance was pretty similar to Jennifer on stage. Ah shucks, but it’s good, rocking lip curling and eye rolling.
I’ve had it for a couple of days and I’ve got to say that the Super Furry Animals’ new album, Love Kraft, is a bit disappointing.
I never liked the song Hello Sunshine (off their last album) but clearly loads of other people did. This album seems to pick up the ‘lush’ (bloaty) and ‘dreamlike’ (boring) sound of that song and take it further than I ever thought.
Maybe it’s the fact they recorded most of the album in my neck of the woods – there were probably far too many young women and beach parties around to focus on work. Maybe it’s just that they’re all older and so have mellowed out – it would only be natural. Maybe (and this is what I reckon) it’s that they have been veering towards this sort of dullness since Guerrilla.
Never mind.
This is a satellite image of our suburb. Surprisingly, you can’t see Gemma outside killing slugs (her favourite hobby).
We watched the Who the F*** Is Pete Doherty? documentary last night on BBC 3, expecting to see Pete come out of it quite well, as he did the notorious Max Carlish doc earlier in the year. And he does… most of the time appearing more or less sober, he can be an interesting man and a witty story teller. But when he was drunk and moody, he became quite aggressive – and this is the bahaviour which must worry fans more than anything else.
While I think that Paul Morely’s ridiculous and callous suggestions about 2006 being the last year Pete will be alive were wrong, it does seem that the self-harm and bouts of violence will be what causes him the most trouble in the coming months. In the meantime, he needs to produce a decent album if he’s going to be taken seriously again.
[edit – I have corrected a qualified but unclosed sentence in the above paragraph. Thanks to ‘anonymous’ for their kind assistance]
