I had to share this. May the lol be with you…

I’ve spent the afternoon creating a mixtape, to varying degrees of success. I have a few on the go now. Hopefully I’ll get better at this soon. The tracklisting for my first attempt:

No Age - Impossible Banquet
The Radio Dept. - Where Damage Isn’t Already Done
Atlas Sound - Dog Named Apollo
Beach House - Tomorrow Is So Far Away
A Sunny Day In Glasgow - Wake Up Pretty
Caribou - She’s The One
Bright Eyes - Neely O’Hara
Black Dice - Cloud Pleaser

(Running time - 20:54)

DOWNLOAD IT HERE.

Let me know what you think.

There are reports flying around in the last 24 hours saying that a fight broke out at a music festival in Barcelona, involving members of John Lydon’s entourage and Kele Okereke of Bloc Party.

It goes like this: At the Summercase Festival in Barcelona, Kele Okereke went over to spoke to his childhood idol, John Lydon, formerly Johnny Rotten. It was then that members of Lydon’s entourage are to have shouted racist abuse at Okereke, including something along the lines of: “Your problem is your black attitude”.

Three of the entourage are alleged to have then pounced on Okereke, punching and kicking him before Ricky Wilson (of Kaiser Chiefs) and Yannis Philippakis (of Foals) stepped in to mediate, and then they were attacked. The “unprovoked” attack has left Okereke with facial bruising and cuts to his face and body. Festival security then broke up the fight, while those involved were handcuffed and questioned. The fight was reported to both Spanish and British police.

Lydon has released a statement, carefully worded by the way, saying that “After the show, John Rotten and management remained behind to sign autographs, which we did for four solid hours without incident and had a great time talking to other Spanish bands.

“This seems to have sparked jealousy in certain bands.

“The trouble was brought to us, resulting in those causing the trouble being physically removed by festival security.

“It’s a shame that the wonderful world of the media is riddled with nonsense like this”

In reference to Okereke, Lydon added: “Grow up and learn to be a true man. When you have achieved as much as I have, come back and talk to me”.

All this says that Lydon is a hypocritical cunt. The old bastard seems a little angry at where the music industry is these days and has decided to join in the fun by reforming The Sex Pistols and making just a little more money from their legend. To top it off, he hangs around racist meatheads. And who said he was intelligent and progressive?

Lydon, you’re no longer as relevant as you once were and wish to be. Your time is over. You may not agree with the paths that contemporary musicians have chosen. That’s fine, your opinion is valid. That doesn’t mean that you have the right to so easily excuse an alleged racist attack by those associated with you.
You think that The Sex Pistols are the best thing to come from Britian? You’re sadly mistaken, you old twat. Fuck off.

Here are new items on the attack: The Age / The Guardian / The Telegraph / BBC News / Drowned In Sound

I was one of those lucky enough to see My Bloody Valentine perform in their first group of shows in thirteen years. I was in Barcelona when I found out about a last minute release of tickets to all five shows at The Roundhouse in Camden. I had all but given up hope of ever seeing them perform. But, somehow I managed to get tickets to the show Monday 23 June. Unbelievable…

I can only describe it as one of the most amazing musical experiences of my life. Whilst being mesmerised by the performance, I managed to take dozens of photos and a handful of video. Somehow I managed to capture all of ‘Soon’:

When I return home in less than a fortnight, I’ll activate a flickr account and upload the best of the photos. I’ll also post more video when my vimeo account lets me.

Something is seriously wrong. Since I’ve had a couple of days to relax, I’ve been catching up on my international news and politics. Apart from referring to reputable news source from around the world, I’ve been spending time on YouTube and I’m horrified at what is happening in the US. Someone of the videos below are a little old, but I think they’re still relevant considering the recent developments in the presidential nominations.

Thankfully, Hillary Clinton has finally admitted defeat and allowed Barack Obama to the Democratic Nomination for the US Elections. Whilst Obama is not as left politically as Dennis Kucinich or John Edwards, he’s miles ahead of Hillary the warmonger. The reason I’m commenting on this is the presence of very dangerous opinions in both the US mainstream media as well as being all over the Internet. What I’m talking about is the ‘anti-Obama movement’. Obviously, American conservatives were always going to do their best to tear apart the Democratic nominee, but since it became clear that Hillary had no chance of winning the nomination race, the conservative movement has made it open season on Obama. The trouble is that we’re not talking about the usual “let’s dig deep into this guy’s background and see what dirt we can find” - no, no, no - we’re talking the most horrifying lies, fearmongering and historical misinterpretation that I can recall. I don’t know exactly where to start, so I’ll just hightlight some of the insanity as best I can.

Firstly, we have the group of people trying to push the idea that “Obama = Hitler”. Yes, that’s right - they’re comparing a nominee of the US Democratic Party, a man with relatively centrist political views, with the leader of the most well-known fascist/far-right political movement in history. This group of people believe that the fervour that Barack Obama incites at his rallies and the movement for change that has risen behind him is comparable to the hold that Adolf Hitler had over the German people in the 1930s. Their is also the belief that, if elected, Obama will incite hatred of white Americans, bringing about some kind of new Holocaust. How fucking offensive! I’m struggling to remember the last time I have seen such a ridiculous comparison. Here are a few videos I’ve found on YouTube, starting with utterly insane Ann Coulter (talk about fascist!):

A religious leader gets his say:

And another insane ‘believer’:

All this when one of John McCain’s ’spiritual guides’, Rev. Rod Parsley, advocates that the US Christians should wage open war on Islam:

As the comments say, he has also “railed against the separation of church and state, homosexuals, and abortion rights, comparing Planned Parenthood to Nazis”. McCain actively sought Parsley’s support for his presidential campaign, but the mainstream media doesn’t have the guts to call McCain on Parsley’s abhorrent anti-Islamic views.

Next up, reference to Barack Obama’s middle name - Hussein. This is blatant fearmongering if ever it existed. Simply because of Obama’s Islamic heritage (his father was Muslim), commentators are referring to his middle name to incite the obvious - mental associations in their audience between Barack Obama and Saddam Hussein and his family. Here’s Ann Coulter at it again:

And as soon as there is any evidence of association with Islamism, the lunatic conservatives get onto the idea that Obama’s Christian views are merely a lie to deceive the American people until such time that he is elected President, and then he’ll tell everyone that’s he’s really a Muslim. Are you fucking kidding me? There are hundreds of videos about this on YouTube - look them up.

And finally, there’s the ‘terrorist fist jab’ incident courtesy of, you guessed it, FOX News. You’ll just have to see this for yourselves:

And here’s Ann Coulter again. Do I need mention that she’s racist? Oh, I hate her so much:

If you have anymore outpourings of mental instability in US politics that I should know about, let me know.

Another video I shot at TGE. This time it’s These New Puritans with “Elvis”. Spitting the code. Brilliant.

I’ve finally had time to sit down and write about three awesome nights in Brighton, albeit four weeks after the fact. Better late than never. All photographs are my own. Apologies for the length. Anyway, read on!

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Since I’ve been in Europe, I’ve managed to see a few concerts. When I found out about the Great Escape Festival I knew I had to go to Brighton. As a student and low-income earner ticket prices were an issue, but thankfully it only cost me £45 (or approximately AU$95) plus the booking fee. For three nights of live music and running around a town like Brighton it would be stupid to pass up.

And so I arrived in Brighton on May 14, the day before the festival started. I was lucky enough to be fucked over by the hostel I had originally booked, Sluggies Backpackers. I walked for 20 minutes with my bags in the hot sun to this place only to find out that (according to the woman on reception) their old manager had quit two weeks earlier and had ‘forgotten’ to enter my booking in their computer system, despite taking my £25 deposit. The bastards! Eventually, proof of my booking was found in their diary and I was offered one night in a bed followed by another three on a thin mattress on the floor. After seeing the room and pointing out the fact that you couldn’t fit a mattress on their shitty floor, I reclaimed my deposit and commandeered their phone to find an alternative to this busted up excuse for a hostel. After 20 minutes I was walking back down the street to a bed in a better location. Problem solved.

After settling in my new hostel, I went for a stroll around town. Navigating Brighton’s many lanes is incredibly confusing, but the best way to do things is to get lost and surprise yourself as you come across little treasures. Eventually, I realised I should probably eat something. After a late lunch and a trip to the supermarket, I made my way to the ticket stand where I traded my ticket for a festival wristband and programme. For the most part, the programme was well laid out - a few pages filled with the usual tripe from no one you care about, followed by a well structured timetable for the coming three nights, and finally the band section, where each performer had a two or three sentence writeup. The excitement was building…

Thursday 15 May - Day One

I spent my first morning in Brighton going through the festival ritual of working out how the fuck I was going to see the bands I had flown across the world to see. As always, with so much going on at the same time, it was going to be difficult, but I had a plan and it was going to fucking work. The night started early, somewhere around 6:30pm and I headed to Volks, a bar on the beachfront under Kings Road. I made the executive decision to turn up early and see a band I had never heard of. Seeing Scarlet were billed as having a sound “somewhere between Interpol and David Bowie” - what a lie. I can’t describe their sound without using the words shit, crap, appalling or whatever else my thesaurus comes up with. The phrase “not worth your time” also comes to mind. I don’t think I’ve seen such an egotistical display in a vocalist since Axl Rose. The arrogance he displayed could do nothing but annoy me and the music did nothing to ease the pain. It was a disappointing start to the evening. But like I said, I wasn’t here for them. I had turned up early to get a good spot for We Are Wolves, a post-punky trio from Montreal. If their album was anything to go by then it was going to be a mystical live experience. Sadly, it was not be. After waiting for 10 minutes, a member of the festival staff informed those waiting that they had pulled out of their performance. After a brief moan, it was time to move on.

My festival plan hadn’t started out so well - shite followed by a no show. Alas, I had something to look forward to. I decided I’d head to the next venue early to check out another band I had never heard of. So, I walked the 10 or 15 minutes to Pressure Point. To my surprise, Leeds-based Wild Beasts were one of my favourite performers in the entire festival, a pleasant surprise indeed. Their brand of indie rock was falsetto heavy with a mixture of catchy post-punk and afrobeat rhythms. Their vocalist/guitarist’s mild disinterest in the audience only added to my curiosity at what they were on about, but I was hooked almost instantly. Highly recommended, I look forward to their debut album due in mid-June.

Following Wild Beasts‘ exciting display were L.A. DIY lads No Age. I challenge you to find me a more exciting band around, particularly from L.A. As soon as I found out that these guys were performing at the festival my heart skipped a beat. And when the speakers rumbled with their visceral brand of noise punk, my heart skipped another beat. That’s right, it was love. Dean and Randy could do nothing but smile throughout their time on stage and it was infectious. Standing up front next to a speaker stack was the best decision I could have made that night. As they joyfully played their way through tracks off their new album, Nouns, I became somewhat euphoric. By the end of their set, I could feel the smile on my face saying it all - fucking brilliant. I’ve heard some criticism about their DIY roots and the attention being lavished upon them, but whatever you have to say it’s impossible to deny their infectious positivity and deceptively simple yet incredible music. And they deserve all the attention they can get.

After indulging in the No Age live experience, I rushed over to the Spiegel Tent to see the dreampop duo Beach House. Admittedly, I arrived a tad late, but not enough to spoil the experience. The lighting as low and the mood a little weird thanks to Victoria Legrand’s odd, but amusing, ranting. And so they played their way through a selection of spacious and soulful tracks that had the small audience swaying and generally enjoying the cosy atmosphere. The hype over these two is well worth it. If this little treat was anything to go by, you can bet I’m going to see their headline show.

From here, the live entertainment for the night ended prematurely. I was going to head to the Barfly to see Yeasayer and The Ting Tings, but the festival’s disorganisation kicked in. After talking to a few festival patrons and looking at the official festival figures, I’ve found out that over 10000 tickets were sold to members of the public. If you then include all the performers, delegates and staff, you’re looking at another 2500 tickets, at least. The festival structure was such that the majority of acts were playing between 6pm and 10pm. After 10pm the number of acts dropped dramatically, so much so that by 11:30pm there were only three venues with festival acts. Think of it - that’s thousands of festival-goers wanting to get their money’s worth by attending festival events, rather than going to a venue outside the festival schedule. So, getting back to my evening, by the time I left Beach House and arrived at the Barfly (a less than 10 minute walk), the venue was full and the line outside numbered somewhere in the vicinity of 500 at the very least. With a capacity of only 450 people, getting into the Barfly would have meant waiting for at least two hours - an experience I’d rather not have. And so my first night of the Great Escape Festival was over, although not before finding a small bar crammed with punters and satisfying a travellers thirst.

Friday 16 May - Day Two

Setting aside the details of my day leading up to the second night of the festival, I was still feeling a little cheated by the disorganisation of late night events. Nevertheless, I was determined to get the full Great Escape experience and headed out early once again. I strolled down to the Kings Road Arches and wandered into the Brighton Coalition, a more upmarket venue then Volks (a couple of doors down). I was pleasantly surprised by the first band to entertain the crowd that night. Unfortunately, their name wasn’t advertised and instead they were billed as the winner of some Red Stripe new music contest. Nevertheless, they entertained the growing audience and even earned their respect after dealing very well with some sound problems. The vocalist and lead guitarist even left the stage and danced around the crowd with his ukulele when the microphones cut out. It felt very piratey - ar!

Since the first band of the evening had topped the first effort from Thursday night, I was in high spirits. Well, it was either that or because I was really looking forward to seeing Born Ruffians. Thankfully I didn’t have to move and the wait in between bands was incredibly short - hoorah! I must admit I stared oddly at Luke Lalonde (vocals/guitar) for a while. I was curious about his style - the woolen jumper and boat shoes just didn’t do it for me. Then he came back with a shirt, rolled up his sleeves and all was right again. Enough about style, this is about music. Born Ruffians didn’t disappoint. They bounced around the stage like children on a jumping castle - their enthusiasm was infectious. Their indie-rock-meets-afrobeat rhythms and jangly guitar were a delight to see in the flesh. If anything, their set was too short, but that’s what you get from a festival - something to whet your appetite, not engulf it. Thank you Canada.

And so my encounter with the Brighton Coalition was over. I wandered up the road to Revenge, one of the city’s LGBT venues, but for the festival it was home to some incredible punk and noise bands. First up were English youngsters Rolo Tomassi. For such a young band (at the time their vocalist was still 17 and the other members were all under 21) they were fucking impressive. They kicked ten shits out of any teenage band in your neighbourhood as they pummeled their genre-bending prog-punk into the crowd. They’ve just recorded an album, which will hopefully be released by year’s end.

20 minutes later, Canada delivered another amazing band - AIDS Wolf, from Montreal. I’d been waiting to see them for some time, and knowing that they’ll probably never make it to Australia, I couldn’t miss this opportunity. It was a strange, eerie set. Disappointingly, there weren’t many people around, at least to begin with. The band donned their khaki uniforms and begin destroying the universe as vocalist Chloe Lum creeped around in black cape and unitard, doing her best not to look anyone in the eye. AIDS Wolf have at one time described their sound as “a squid eating dough in a polyethylene bag”. Whatever the fuck they sound like, I want more. See this band.

After the debacle that was late night Thursday, I headed to the Barfly early, where NME were hosting more late night entertainment. To my surprise, there was no line and instead people streamed out of the venue. This was my chance. I walked inside, ordered a beer and camped in front of the stage. After what was a stupidly long wait in between acts, Friendly Fires kicked it off. I can’t say I fell in love. To me, they were a poor alternative to The Rapture. You could tell with just about everything they were doing. That said, the crowd lapped it up, bigtime. They were enjoyable, but nothing exceptional.

I must admit, I was pleasantly surprised by the variety of genres in the late night lineup. After the disco-rock of Friendly Fires, we were in for a subdued gothic experience from Ipso Facto. Think: The Horrors, but way moodier, and far less erratic. Channeling early Cure and Wednesday Addams (not mine), with their style and that awesome organ sound there was something refreshing about them.

By this time it was approaching 2am and the crowd was getting a little restless. It was time for Black Lips. The flower punks had taken their sweet time in getting to the stage, albeit because of technical difficulties, but once they started you’d have to have been a quadriplegic to be standing still. It was clear that Ian was fucked out of his mind, and the rest of the band were obviously drunk, but that only made things better. They stormed their swampy, doo-wop, bluesly garage punk like, well, themselves. I can’t think of anyone quite like them. Can I have some more please?

And after all that, in a satisfying haze of distortion, beer and sweat, the second night was over.

Saturday 17 May - Day Three

The last of the three days was here. Even after an exhausting 8 hours the previous night, I could only welcome my chosen lineup for the evening. Like the other nights, I would be encountering bands that I had never heard of before, which I must admit is as exciting as it is daunting - could it be a waste of time? Only time would tell. So I set off in a good mood. It was drizzling rain, but I was on the other side of the world, it was my birthday and I would be seeing some of my favourite new bands all in one evening.

After walking some distance in the rain, I arrived at the Old Market in the west side of town. They hadn’t opened up yet and a couple of hundred people were left to soak outside, snaking their way down the street. Soon the doors opended, we grabbed a beverage or two and took up our positions. The opener for the evening was School of Language, side project of David Lewis from Field Music. Unfortunately for them, I don’t think there were many punters there to see them. However, I’d say they had won over a number of souls by the end with their laid back brand indie rock. I can’t quite think who they remind me of, but it was a pleasant way to start the evening. Nothing too abrasive for a rainy Saturday in Brighton.

From my observations, I’d say that the crowd in the Old Market were made up of two groups - two thirds were a primarily young, “hip” crowd their to swoon over Dev Hynes, and the rest taken up by older men there to reconnect with their psychedelic roots via Black Mountain. Very amusing. Personally, I was there for Lightspeed Champion. Dev came out on his own, complete with large furry hat, his amp decorated with some tape in the form of ‘LOL’ (tres amusement). Dev then ran through some highly entertaining versions of songs from his new album. A seriously grunge version of ‘Midnight Surprise’ and, well, everything else. He even brought out a kazoo for a track or two. Unfortunately, I think he alienated those wanting to see a recreation of the album, but it refreshing to see him recreate the songs you’ve heard the same way a dozen times.

After Dev’s solo effort, I hurried back through to Kings Road and to Digital. I was getting there early to try and catch some of Santogold’s set. When I finally got there, much to my surprise, Santogold had morphed into some incredibly annoying trio from northern England - The Rascals. I wasn’t very happy, and I wasn’t the only one. Listening to them, all I could think of was the Arctic Monkeys (who I despise). They were just so fucking arrogant. Seriously - go away.

Finally they did and I could settle myself front and centre for These New Puritans. There was a slight delay before the band took to stage, but it was fucking worth it. Ever since discovering These New Puritans I’ve had this desire to see how they do it live. Jack (vocals/guitar) was, as he puts it, ’spitting the code’. The whole band was on fire. Sophie (synths) stayed hidden in the back, but kept everything going while the other three tore a hole time-space continuum. They’re touring Australia in August and I can’t fucking wait.

I had a choice ahead of me now - get to the Pressure Point early for the late night slot or rush to Hectors House to catch something new. Since TGE was all about new, I chose the latter. I arrived at Hectors House just as Esser were due to start. As usual, they were running late. I’d heard only a little about Esser and I was intrigued to say the least. They played their way through some delightful dancey tracks, with some interesting instrumentation and damn fine clothes. Overall, something worth checking out.

Phew! That was fun. I made my way up to Pressure Point for the final late night package. When I got there the line for the door freaked me out. My back was already killing me from two and a half nights on my feet, but I waited anyway. Things finally got moving and I was upstairs in time to see Flykiller. In all honesty, I saw nothing new in them. It was like Goldfrapp-meets-The Kills, and not in a good way. So, I sat down to rest my aching spine and paid them little attention.

Next up were Ohio-based trio Times New Viking. I don’t know where the name comes from, but I’d had them recommended to me by more than one festival patron, so I was excited to learn they were playing three times throughout the festival. Theirs was superb trashy lo-fi indie rock. It was an absolute delight next to the boredom of Flykiller. Smashing their way through 30 minutes of solid music - no filler. They released a new album in January on Matador Records. Check it out.

My mood was as high as it could be after three nights on my feet, trudging around a seaside town, dancing to excellent music and waiting through the bad. But the end of the festival experience was something I was really looking forward to. I was going to watch Semifinalists - a band I never thought I’d see unless I made it to England. Like others before them, they were running late. There was a surprise. Ferry went on stage joined by two others that were not Chris and Adriana. Suddenly these amazing hip hop beats fucking pounded through the speakers and the two strangers began rapping. Ferry joined in from time to time, but danced the whole way through. It was incredible, especially at 2am. This lasted only 10 minutes (not long enough!) before the sound went down, Chris organised his stuff and the real Semifinalists took to the stage (minus Adriana who has moved back to the US.

Chris and Ferry then hammered their way through a selection dreamy distortion-heavy tracks from their forthcoming album. It was amazing. It was like Chris was channeling Kevin Shields. They played so loud the speakers were fucked, but it was worth every moment. Dance your fucking heart out, Ferry Gouw!

And that was that. The Great Escape in Brighton was over for 2008. Overall, it’s the best festival experience I’ve had so far. That said, I am attending Glastonbury in two weeks time. Nevertheless, I wish I could afford to attend next year - it’s sure to be just as exciting.

I shot this video at the No Age gig during the The Great Escape Festival. The song is “Teen Creeps” from their new album Nouns. Stay tuned for the belated post of my festival experience. Enjoy!

It’s been sometime since I last posted anything. Things have been hectic in Europe and I haven’t had that much time to sit down and write. So, from a hostel in Paris, here goes…

I’ve haven’t been keeping up with current events worldwide, but I just came across the news that on May 15 the Supreme Court in California made the landmark decision to overturna ban and legalise gay marriage. I would hope that many of you already know about this fantastic event. The Supreme Court has said it would be unconstitutional to deprive anyone of the right to marry the person of their choice. This is an incredible decision. Of course, they are not the first community in the world to decide to legalise gay marriage. This decision would make them the second state in the US to do so, the first being Massachusetts in 2004. But for a community like California to do so confirms that, despite all that is wrong with the world, we are finally moving in the right direction.

I’m not aware of all the details at the moment. I will do some reading when I get the time. But for now, here are some articles that I think you should read:

The Advocate - [1] [2] [3]

New York Times

BBC

The Age (Melbourne, Australia

These are primarily links from the Advocate, who have been covering the event with obvious interest. I think it best to hear from the LGBT community on this issue, at least primarily. But, that does not mean it is an issue or a decision that will effect only them - this is an international issue. I have included news items from the US, UK and Australia, but I have found little English language responses to the issue outside the West. If you are aware of any, please let me know!

In any case, if California can make this decision, then perhaps we can strive to have gay marriage legalised in Australia and the rest of the world.

On a personal level, I have very strong views on the issue. I do not accept, for one moment, the idea that marriage is strictly an institution that belongs to heterosexual couples. In the 21st century, such an idea is absurd. Such heteronormativity belongs in the dustbin of history. The destruction of our own environment and other such horrors aside, we are supposedly a progressive species. I also don’t agree with the argument that comes from some in the LGBT community that advocating for gay marriage is only buying into such a heteronormative institution. Those people in LGBT relationships should be given the right to choose to recognise their relationship however they wish, and marriage should be one of their options.

I apologise for the hasty manner in which this post has been put together. I was very excited at hearing this news and just had to write something. In the coming week, I will endeavour to put together a more substantial piece on the issue. For now, we can celebrate and hope for more news like this from across the globe. California is not enough! Keep on fighting!

Evening all,

I’m off to Europe in a couple of hours. My first trip overseas. Travel blogging here we come.

Well, I have a plane to catch.

Bye!