Having just been introduced to Cymbals Eat Guitars this morning I would like to introduce you to the things currently circulating my work headphones. Oh, it’s a slow day in the office too.
Cymbals Eat Guitars appear to hail from Staten Island in New York – I’d be lying if I said I knew where it was but I’ve heard New York is a swinging town and I’m sure these boys have seen plenty of sights and sounds to influence their eclectic pop driven racket. I described them as a hipster Weezer, Matt Poke described them as a hipster Pavement. Either way don’t let the word hipster put you off cause this shit’s a rockin’.
http://www.myspace.com/cymbalseatguitars
Friends and extended family will all know my great love for Coalesce and two new tasty tracks have been uploaded to their Myspace. Wild Ox Moan being the pick of the two, which lures you in with a deep southern ballad then pummels you pulsating drums and off kilter guitars. This is catchy, sludgy and some other words all ending in the letter Y.
www.myspace.com/coalesce
My co-worker Matt Poke not only dished up his Pavement analogy but also introduced me to the excellent Girl Talk. Girl Talk is straight talking mash up mega mix up – I’ve tried to think of other words Annie Mac might use but that’s the best I can do. Metallica to Busta Rhymes, it’s all in there. Pop it on at your next dinner party, home gathering or ketamine bash to share with friends.
www.myspace.com/girltalkmusic
This weekend I had a massive spring clean and have transformed my room into a paradise. Well paradise might be a bit of a stretch – my own private Idaho waiting to be destroyed by my kitten.
Horne and Corden made me lose even more faith in humanity and good taste. There’s a lot of current comedy I don’t get or simply don’t waste my (oh so valuable) time with – Mighty Boosh, Little Britain etc but I can comprehend why to the poor and north they might appear funny.
Watching Horne and Corden makes me feel embarrassed for them, their close relatives, their extended family and closest friends. I feel pity for those brave cameramen who gave their lives and the wardrobe department who have surely requested an sharpish transfer back to costume drama.
They seem to have built a show on their familiarity with the British public, assuming watching them is a bit like watching your mates on TV – and your mates on TV is great right!? Wrong, you look like cocks. Return to scripting television immediately, do not pass go, collect 200 quid, stop for a quickie in an East End boozer or pose for paparazzo with Lily Allen’s nip hanging out NOW.
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