Noise Control on MySpace
Thursday, May 31, 2007
Noise Control on MySpace
I nearly went out by mistake again last night, but instead went over to Corina and Anthony's aka Party Central to watch Big Brother and drink Kopparberg. I forgot to mention that I went out kind of by mistake on Tuesday: dinner at La Taverna turned into cosmos in the Front Lounge. Oopsie. Also big kick in the head to the tester person who failed Burco on her driving test BOOOOOO hssss. etc. But the biggest kick in the head today is reserved for Ian Paisley Jnr. What a loser.
listening to: BellX1 - Tour De Flock: Live At The Point
watching: Big Brother
reading: Magooo's blog
drinking: Diet Coke
eating: nothing yet. Maybe toastie later.
Wednesday, May 30, 2007
This is the largest award ever made in favour of the BPI (British Phonographic Industry) and IRMA (the Irish Recorded Music Association) and sets an important legal precedent as the industry seeks to prevent the illegal importing of CDs.
Dick Doyle, director general of IRMA said ‘This is a significant legal victory for the Irish and UK record companies. Not only has CD WOW been undermining the legitimate business of both the record companies and retailers, flouting the law by continuing to import CDs and music DVDs from Asia at the expense of the musicians and the music industry that supports them, they have also avoided paying VAT.
Willie Kavanagh, chairman of IRMA, added ‘we promised the retail industry that we would take on this unfair competition and we have delivered on our promise’.
Stephen Fitzgerald, managing director of Golden Discs said ‘any judgement which levels the playing field for all physical and online retailers is a welcome one. The practices of parallel importing and exporting under the low value consignment relief scheme do not serve the industry, artist or consumer’.
The result today sends out a clear warning to those who indulge in illegal music practice, they will not be tolerated by the music industry who have made a commitment that they will do everything in their power to prosecute and go after any individual who indulges in any form of unlawful music practice be it illegal downloading, file sharing, counterfeiting or illegally importing music.
Hundreds of Irish and UK artists such as Snow Patrol, U2, Enya, Robbie Williams and Damien Rice are among the imported artists that CD WOW was illegally selling.
The UK High Court found CD WOW guilty in March of Contempt of Court, by breaching an undertaking it gave to the court in 2004 to stop illegally importing and selling CDs and music DVDs. The inquiry on the amount of damages to be paid was not due to be heard until July, however because CD WOW failed to co-operate with orders made by Mr Justice Evans in March, the judge decided not to wait and brought the assessment forward. He ordered CD WOW to pay stg£41m in damages.
Steps have now been taken to enforce the stg £41 million damages award, and the company’s Hong Kong bank accounts and assets have been frozen."
Tuesday, May 29, 2007
At 11am, I make a final post on my blog UnaRocks (http://unarocks.blogspot.com/) alerting my readers that I will not be blogging or reading blogs for five days. The minute I post it, I regret not checking Blogorrah that morning first. I’m resigned to utilising my MySpace and Bebo accounts for contact with the online world. This is kind of cheating, but by not using the blog facilities on them, I reckon I can get away with it.
Crap, just looked up a blog by mistake by clicking on a link to a new music documentary. Mistake though, not my fault.
Open up favourites on internet explorer menu and curser magically goes straight to TMZ.com, one of my favourite gossip blogs. Wonder that maybe since it’s a dotcom I could get away with looking at in. Don’t. Instead, go to Toner’s on Baggot St for toastie . Had to get away from computer.
Break resolution for work reasons (I promise). Have to look up blogs belonging to Irish politicians for an interview with News at One about online media being used in the coming election. Feel slightly dirty.
A couple of emails are coming in from people wondering why I am not blogging. I tell them it’s in the line of duty. Feel noble.
Break the ban again to look at the Elevator, a new Irish blog. Once again, it’s in the name of research for my Life Online slot on Phantom FM. Feel self-righteous and defensive, OK?
Really want to check Blogorrah. Decide not to and instead email the editor Derek O’Connor. Makes me feel like I’m looking at it without looking at it. Wonder if there’s a patch for such an addiction.
Crap. Accidently break ban again by looking up stories on Agenda Inc, a live feed blog. Oopsie.
Wake up thinking about not being able to blog and decide that people really don’t need to know how I enjoyed the sushi at the previous evening’s launch of a new Yamamouri restaurant. Still feel cut off from rest of world. Friends begin taking bets on how long I’ll last.
Break ban again (for professional reasons) to look up Green Party Ciaran Cuffe’s blog for a segment on News Talk. Stare longingly at a link to Perez Hilton’s blog. Don’t click.
Catch Claire O’Mahony reading a trashy magazine in reception. Berate her for breaking her ban. Feel nicely high and mighty.
Claire suggests I read trashy magazines and she reads blogs and we report back to each other. I say no. Feel guilty but strong.
Invisible force guides my hand to look up my blog subconsciously while I’m on the phone. Scream “oh shit” when I do it. People in the office look at me quizzically. Complete subconscious mistake. Am not to blame.
I finally break and check my blog for comments. I tell Fin the magazine editor that I’ve broken the ban on purpose. I don’t care anymore. Feel awful and weak. Close the Internet browser. Open a new window and check blog again. Insult someone who has left a derogatory comment. Hover over links to other blogs. Instead go to Bebo. Close shave.
Check my friend Lili’s blog (http://misslili.blogspot.com/). Have to though because she went to visit her Mum in Germany yesterday and I would be an uncaring friend not to take an interest in her life. Quickly realise she hadn’t update it since Tuesday. What a waste of a ban violation.
Break ban again by looking at new Irish blog The Elevator. Once again though, it’s for professional reasons. Have to get my Web Woman hat on for RTE Two’s TTV.
Break blog ban again by looking at Rick O’Shea from 2fm’s blog. Actually don’t care anymore. Am lost cause. Tell Rick (who is trying to convince people to run the Mini Marathon) that I signed up last year and then didn’t do it. Realise willpower is lacking in many areas of life.
Cheat ban by going to spa in Cavan. The spa has no internet access that I can find. Don’t care. Body is my temple. Go to amethyst steam grotto.
Want to check my blog. Go to reception to ask if they have internet. There’s a queue, so I leave. Go to infinity pool. Decide body is my temple (again) and internet interferes. Must empty all blogs, I mean thoughts.
Still in spa. Luckily it’s Sunday so my blogging yearning is distracted by a mound of Sunday papers. Realise that I am a pathetic internet addict and should cop myself on. Drink Lucozade solemnly. Then nice giant glass of white wine. Feel better.
c. The Trib
In preperation, here are a few BDR remixes for y'all to enjoy on this sunny Dublin Tuesday.
Gasolina - LGK remix
Office Boy - Bitchee Bitchee Ya Ya Ya Booty remix
Danca De Ventuinha - DJ Reaper remix
Bonde Do Role on MySpace
my Bonde Do Role review for the Trib (scroll down a bit)
Monday, May 28, 2007
I absolutely love 'Girlfriend' by Avril Lavigne.
RoRo was saying ages ago that she loves it, and I lied in reply and said "yeah, whatever Roisin, like, duh," or something.
There is a history of me hating Avril Lavigne you see. Me and Sarah used to hate her so much that when she was playing here a while ago, we found out she was staying in the Four Seasons, so we were going to scam a way to get to her and hit or with a cream pie (may have been a fist, can't quite recall.)
Also, if I'm wearing a tie or something, Tiger delights himself by calling me Avril and I get VERY annoyed.
But I finally just gave up. I think the cracking point was @ bingo in The George recently when I ran in from the back when I heard the song playing, and before I knew what was going on, I was dancing and singing along.
God, this is hard.
Anyway, there's nothing left to do but let it wash over me.
Avril Lavigne - 'Girlfriend' Junkie XL remix
2. Incredible Bongo Band & Sugarhill Gang mix
3. Bonde Do Role - 'Office Boy'
4. Ryan Adams - 'Two' (via Can You See The Sunset From The Southside?)
5. Uh Huh Her - 'Say So' (via The Sky Was Candy)
half a dozen. Kings Of Leon - 'Charmer'
7. Super Extra Bonus Party - 'Favourite Things'
8. The National - 'Slipping Husband'
9. The Gossip - 'Standing In The Way Of Control'
10. Stars - 'Set Yourself On Fire'
11. Spoon - 'Idiot Driver'
dozen. Tegan And Sarah - 'The Con'
Sony develops razor thin bendy screen - Daily Mail
Marilyn Manson always carries around a picture of Justin Timberlake - GigWise
Coke employees jailed for trying to sell trade secrets to Pepsi - CNN
Ann Summers makes Apple angry - Mac World
Rock music is not original shocker - The Ticket
Jim Carroll on the election - On The Record
Green Day record Simpson's theme tune
The increasing popularity of sex in public places - New York Magazine
Our neighbours hate us more and more though. But seriously, who in their right mind gives out to people for having a party on a Saturday night? Jeez.
listening to: Ise - 'Angel One'
reading: still finishing The Boss, haven't had much time to read non-newspaper objects
eating: toast and jam
Saturday, May 26, 2007
Friday, May 25, 2007
Thursday, May 24, 2007
I watched the match in Lilies with Anthony and Ruth (shout out to ThinkHouse) with plenty of nice booze and foodsies. Pretty shite match anyway, never really got started, though great to see Maldini lift the cup again.
listening to: Fight Like Apes - 'How Am I Supposed To Kill You If You Have All The Guns'
reading: The Irish Times
drinking: black iced coffee
eating: nothing yet, hungy
watching: The Sopranos tonight woo!
Wednesday, May 23, 2007
*update* the laydee in the video is in Be Your Own Pet. Hmm, lay off the Bud Light dude.
I also love seeing the aul broadcast media struggling to come up with non-election stories.
listening to: Bonde Do Role - 'With Lasers'
eating: boiled fruit election cake
drinking: Gatorade Black Ice
reading: the sleeve notes on 'So Real: Songs From Jeff Buckley'
Why The L Word Matters by Ariel Levy
Last night, was goodbye Meadzer night which I can't talk about now or else I'll cry, but I will later. It was also the Topman launch party at chq. I went down with YoCo and Anthony. It was like MySpace had exploded inside. There were loads and loads and loads of just TopShop people I suppose with hats on their feet and burgers eating people and what not. There were some non-uncomfortable making people (people who are actually cool and nice and don't pretend to be cool and nice and spend all of their time trying to act and look cool like most of the boring people there last night). Shoutouts to Hugh Delo, Kieran Delo, Edel Cwoffee, Ruth, Screamer McLikes It and Sarah, Michael Tripod, Niamh Ham Sandwich and, um, can't remember who else I bumped into.
Fight Like Apes played and they were awesome (I have seen them twice in the past four days and really might go see them play again tonight at Antics and tomorrow at Phantasm. Election might put a stop to such foolery though.) Wasn't really feeling the 1990s, I just think they are a little too shouty. But Good Shoes were darn good from what I saw. We left early (despite yummy lemon vodka and Perrier cocktails) so I missed the Holloways.
Tuesday, May 22, 2007
that took a while.
I missed them when they played Witnness a million years ago, because the dance 'tent' (aka warehouse) was full and the security wouldn't let any more people in, so I'll hopefully catch them this time around. Even though they've lost it big time. Play the hits, yo.
Monday, May 21, 2007
The Parks on MySpace
Delorentos are Ro, Kieran, Ross and Nial. They released their debut album 'In Love With Detail' at the end of April on their own record label, and it immediately went in at number seven in the Irish album chart. The band from north Dublin has been touring the record constantly for a month. After gigs this year in New York and South By South West - the world's largest music showcase - American music critics equated their talent and potential to that of a young U2. This is an account of four days on the road with a band that sum the DIY approach to modern rock music and the challenges and joys that presents.
It's last Sunday evening behind a black curtain, the backdrop of a massive stage in Dublin Castle. Four men in their twenties are sweating slightly and dissecting a performance that has finished seconds before to resounding cheers from a crowd who have paid to see Sinead O'Connor. The band is Delorentos and their manager, Hugh, shakes his head with familiarity, "always analysing. Always," he mutters to no one in particular. It was a gig that was wracked with difficulties – amps blew and leads broke in a soundcheck that lasted just a few minutes compared to their usual near-hour - but the crowd loved it. They are all tired. It has been five gigs in four days all over the country, driving home to Dublin every night, catching what sleep they can in a van.
The previous Thursday, the guys are up at 6am, readying themselves for two gigs in Cork; one in a record shop, and other at Cyprus Avenue in the city. Standing at a deli counter in a petrol station on the way down, their eyes are bleary and their reactions slow, as they return to their red van to eat dodgy rolls and read magazines. Kieran, who shares lead vocals and guitar with Ro asserts his dominance as a music obsessive during a Q magazine music quiz, beating everyone solidly. Every shop he goes into, he heads straight for the music magazine section.
“This is the unfun bit," drummer Ross mutters after a quick kickabout in the loading bay of Mahon Point shopping centre in Cork with a plastic football with £4.99 written on it in blue marker. They load their gear into a Golden Discs shop themselves, setting up the speakers and surveying the less than substantial crowd. “Well I want to curl up in a ball and die," Ross says. He finds in-store performances "unbearable."
Three girls skipped school to see them, too young to buy tickets for the Cyprus Avenue gig that evening. They giggle awkwardly, sing along to the songs, and afterwards grip digital cameras in sweating palms to take photos of themselves with members of the band. Another male fan arrives with his friends and hands the band a DVD recording of their last in-store in Cork in a printed Delorentos case. As the band play through the hits on their album, a woman pushing a pram blocks her child's ears as she walks past. Upstairs, others lean over the balcony, tapping their hands on the safety rail. When it’s done, Ross lets toddlers in Cork jerseys mess with his drum kit.
The self-sufficient philosophy of indie bands is a blessing and a curse. Bands can take things into their own hands – allow for free downloads on MySpace increasing their audience, record demos in bedrooms and garages thanks to modern cheap technology, and the Irish appetite for live music coupled with the resurgence of guitar bands prompted by the success of DIY groups like The Libertines and Arctic Monkeys means that a band can conceivably now play over a ten date tour around the country. And people will come.
On the other hand, it costs, and with no record label to back you up, you’re looking at a serious financial commitment. Apart from bass player Nial who works a few hours a week to put petrol in his battered Fiat Cinquecento so he can drive to Belfast to see his girlfriend, none of the band has any sort of income outside of Delorentos. Singer and guitarist Ro was on the dole after graduating from business in DCU, Kieran admits he is heavily in debt. They depend on free food laid on from venues and beer tokens. At a bar in Cork, Hugh and Nial spend a good while pouring over cheque books and receipts while Ro, softly spoken and earnest bemoans a recent incident in Donegal when 11 of their t-shirts were stolen. The €200 worth of merchandise they shift after the gig in Cork goes a way to covering the stolen items. They buy the t-shirts for €13 and sell them for €18.
In Cyprus Avenue, the mood is lighter. The band are all banter and football, which they play in the empty venue with Ross smashing shots passed Hugh in a makeshift goal. Kieran sits alone on stage working out the fragments of a song before slipping into the chords of 'Fantasy' by The Blizzards. It was on Today FM on the way down and has been in everyone's head ever since. They run through a couple of songs from tonight's set before Kieran leave's the stage. The rest of the band jam about with a song they've been working on together. The bassline is ridiculously catchy. Outside, Kieran is sitting on the van's bumper having a cigarette. "He's not happy," Hugh decides. Kieran raises a mute eyebrow. He has strained his voice and is worried about the sound quality of the venue's microphones. As he walks to the shop to buy a can of Coke, he muses on his other concern, 'In Love With Detail' has barely dropped out of the top 15, an achingly close 18 album sales behind Take That. "That's the way it goes," he sighs, before skulking back to the venue. The support, an unambitious acoustic act strums away while the guys are out on the venue's roof smoking and eating free chicken sandwiches with too much mayonnaise. Ro has a headache and is pacing with his black hood up. Kieran and Hugh sit apart from the group discussing something serious with folded arms and earnest faces. "They look like father and son," Nial laughs. He and Ross are lying on the roof busy coming up with new slang names for ecstasy tablets, "flip flops, disco crackers, scoobily doobilies," they giggle.
Everyone eventually adjourns to the backstage room and plays 'squidge', the Delorentos name for the card game ‘switch’. Kieran gets changed. Most of his actions are preempted by a sung explanation, "I'm gonna change my motherfucking pants," he trills in a Christina Aquilera / Tenacious D pastiche, before dropping his jeans to reveal red boxers like those mooning Santas that stick to a car window.
The venue has filled and the crowd is clearly up for it. On stage, Ro is transformed from a skinny shy boy to a possessed front man, his body jerks along to the rhythm of his highly strapped guitar and he fixes his gaze on an unseen mark, only breaking the constant glare to roll back or close his eyes. He sweats profusely. Song intros are met with tipsy cheers and the rapid fire of hits displays a band with a record where every track could be a single. A radio DJ jokes a few days later that they're a bit like Moby in that sense. Kieran says, as he always does, “it’s a pleasure to play for you,” his charm forcing the crowd to move closer to the stage.
Everyone is please with the gig. They sign autographs and greet friends and acquaintances. Backstage, Kieran is giddy at the first incident of being asked to sign a fan's breasts, "I saw her nipple and everything," he tells Hugh. They adjourn for chips and chicken. Ross falls asleep in the back of the van listening to Jeff Buckely's 'Grace' album, and at 4am, they reach the Red Cow roundabout, where Hugh gets off.
The next morning, Nial is driving around Portane, the quiet north Dublin spot where he and Ross live and where they practice. He passes the Victorian mental hospital where Ross shot a video for his multimedia course in DCU, the cove where you can surf at night and the estuary where crabs shed their skin leaving strange shells on the shore, and if Nial ever got into yoga, this is where he’d go, “it’s nice. It’s so quiet. It can get a bit hectic with the band.” Back in Ross’ house, you can barely see the sitting room furniture or floor for their gear, amps and guitar cases that were piled in at 5 o’clock this morning.
Ross’ granny who lives next door comes out into her driveway with a copy of the local paper where there’s an article on the band. She also informs them that they were on RTE last night, “thanks granny,” Ross says. The rest of the cars arrive, and gear is loaded in to the soundtrack of Dry County’s new album which Nial is into.
The drive to Dundalk is in a convoy of sorts. The gear is divided between 3 cars - Ro's Dad, Keiron's mum and Nial all lend their wheels. Ross and Nial's trip is spent listening to the new Arctic Monkey's album. The band recently learned that they are supporting the 'Monkeys at both of their massive outdoor summer gigs in Malahide castle. The castle is just a few minutes from Ro's house, and when he and his mates would take a shortcut through its grounds, they always thought it would be a good setting for live music, "it's something to look forward to alright," Ro says, "but I can't think about it too much," a look of excitement and nervousness briefly crosses his face.
When they arrive in Dundalk for an instore, they are informed that they’re actually meant to be in Drogheda. In response to this, Ross is jubilant, Kieran looks around the shop, Ro examines a Republic of Loose poster ("they look like a proper gang") and Nial eats an apple turnover in four seconds flat. Instead, they head to the setting of that night’s gig, The Spirit Store, a venue perched on a pier. There’s more football to be played and an extended soundcheck given that they’re early. "It's great when they jam, you never know what you're going to get. They just go completely into themselves," says Ro’s Dad, John. This remark comes at a moment at the Spirit Store as the evening creeps in hazily when Nial picks out a bass riff and they slide into a soothing five or six minute impromptu instrumental. It's the sound of a band that know each musical tick and movement of each other. Their musicianship acts as a constant flowing conversation and as an indecipherable but intriguing code to those watching it unfold. "We won't remember it though," Nial jokes after. They play ‘Eyes Open’, a slow-burning ballad that Coldplay would politely kill for. It's Ro's mum's favorite.
Kieran walks to the corner shop to buy a Toblerone. He knows Dundalk well, having studied computers here in college. "My voice is more reliable than me,” he thinks. In the shop, he reads Heat and reflects on the reasonable behavior of the band. "I can't exactly get hammered tonight. My Mum's picking me up," he laughs. "That's not very rock and roll to me… We're all bonded by the fact that we're broke. Some people say 'I have no money' and get into a big car and drive home to their fancy house. But we actually have," he stabs the air with a finger to reinforce the point, "No. Money." Before every gig, Kieran drops his jeans in whatever dressing room is available and changes into black trousers and a selection of t-shirts that cause observers to refer to him as 'the stripy one.' During this routine, he sprays himself liberally with deodorant and instructs onlookers to avert their eyes, even though his torso is broad and lean, a physique not to be ashamed of. Off stage, he switches between the seriousness of an academic to a fantastic wit with darkly framed glasses and self-driven conversations that take in everything from the poisonous composition of chocolate to the reasons for the end of the cold war. His studiousness drops constantly though, for joking, mimicry and sexual innuendo (Ross has a dog who pees when she sees anyone, and when Kieran was warned of this by Ross' mother he replied, "don't worry, I haven't made a bitch wet in years") and his three rings that cuff his left ear and denote rock and roll. He is charismatic and confident and at restaurant meals, he gets his order in before anyone else at the table, and he flirts with fans at the merchandise stall after the gigs - a tactic which shows a marked increase in t-shirt sales. Even though he sings, he smokes, and balances this habit by downing shots of a foul throat lubricant that smells of wheatgrass and slurry before gigs. He almost always nearly vomits it back up.
Back in the venue’s bar, Ross is reflecting on his ever present nerves. He's the only member of the band who refuses to do interviews because of his shyness. "If someone asked me a question on live radio, I'd be petrified." Even in college, he would stutter and stammer through presentations. He tends to drink more than the others before gigs. "When I'm playing and if I think about it too much, I become really aware of my limbs. I'll think 'I'm hitting this now', and then I can't get out of it and then I fuck up." He slaps his thighs with his hands as a despairing full stop.
Backstage, following an impromptu quiz of what tracks were on Abba’s first Greatest Hits album, instigated by Kieran, Karen, the lead singer from support band Cowboy X makes the mistake of asking what Delorentos means. "It means balls in your mouth," Kieran says, joking, obviously. She walks out of the backstage room unimpressed, much to the chagrin of Ro and Ross, "fucks sake Kieran, now she's going to think we're all bastards." Kieran shrugs and promptly nearly vomits as he knocks back his throat drink.
The next afternoon, Kieran and Nial are DJing in Topman on Grafton Street and talking about Keane, and how they work, “Music is like maths in some ways, if it ticks all the boxes it works,” Kieran decides. Nial adds, “we were never very good at maths… but we’re good at music,” they laugh at the corniness of the line.
Later, a cheery ex-army man drives them down to Waterford where they are late for a radio interview. As usual, Ross sits it out and heads outside to smoke and debate to himself which is better, the KFC across the road, or Burger King in general. The DJ asks the band what Delorentos means, and Kieran makes an obscure Albert Camus reference. “That’s not true,” Ross says, listening to the station in the van.
The club they’re playing is an indie night and they’re not on until late, so they can grab a Thai dinner first and exclaim at the spiciness. The soundcheck went well. Ro though the lighting was “deadly” and as they set up their gear, Kieran got a text message saying that they’re song ‘The Rules’ was on ‘The Premiership’ on RTE. “That’s better than having a hit album,” Kieran decides. Their soundcheck lasts over an hour as they run through a few on the set and some more newer ones that fill the room with the crescendo of a hit. Before the gig, they sit in a room upstairs quietly downing a crate of Warfsteiner bought in the off license next door until Nial finds an old set of CD decks and before long has them hooked up and is blasting out pre-gig tunes; Interpol, The Strokes, CSS. They go onstage at half twelve with a couple more drinks on board than usual. The crowd dance manically to every song - namely 'Stop' where the floor of the club physically moves up and down such is the force of the jumping. It’s a brilliant gig. They cut three songs out to fit with the atmosphere. The room is filled with beer, sweat, cheers when they walk off stage almost ecstatic at the reaction. "I fucking wish we could stay over tonight," Ross says, in between Heinekens and dancing to Hot Chip. Tonight was the first time sweat poured into his eyes obstructed his sight. Kieran sticks to selling t-shirts while Ro, Nial and Ross rip up the dance floor. “There’s nothing like this in Dublin,” Nial decides. They mean to leave at 1.30am, but it’s after 3.30am before they make a move towards the van. Tonight, they can afford some sleep, because it’s a late-ish start in Dublin Castle tomorrow, and then a few days off before eleven more gigs in Ireland and two in London ease them into the summer and a new single. But for now, they’re shattered. All of the chippers are closed and they’re starving. There’s nothing to do but get in the van and try and get some kip on the way home. "We're hardly rock and roll," Kieran says hourly, "what the fuck are you going to write about us?"
c. The Sunday Tribune
Delorentos on MySpace
2. Simian Mobile Disco - 'It's The Beat' (The Teenagers remix)
3. Interpol - 'Specialist' (via SixEyes)
4. Battles - 'Atlas' (DJ Koze remix)
5. Dizzee Rascal V DJ Wonder - 'Stand Up To Da Future'
half a dozen. The Pigeon Detectives - 'I Found Out'
7. The Gossip - 'Holy Water'
8. All Teeth And Knuckles - 'Let's Undress And Listen To CSS'
9. Matt And Kim - 'Yeah Yea'
10. Justice - 'D.A.N.C.E.' (MSTRKRFT remix) via Culture Bully
11. Hadouken! - 'Tuning In'
dozen. The Walkmen - 'The Rat'
Sunday, May 20, 2007
I had loads of tickets to the Dublin Gay Theatre Festival this week because Nadine from The Kiosk on Phantom asked me and Dermod Moore aka Bootboy (who is one of my favourite columnists EVER) to review it. Unfortunately I had no voice all week, so I had to cancel my part in this plot, which I was really disappointed about because I really wanted to meet Dermod and tell him that I have read his stuff forever. Oh well, another time, maybe.
Anyway, I was too sick to see most of the plays, apart from The Boy Who Fell Off the Roof early on in the week. Last night, I had nothing much to do however, so I went to see the play that I most wanted to catch at the festival in the Teacher's Club theatre in Parnell Square - The Second Coming of Joan of Arc - and it was fantastic. Carolyn Gage is such a captivating actor. Her performance was intimidating at the start, such was her presence, but after that I was completely sucked in. It would take me forever to describe all of the elements of the play (did anyone else see it, or any others during the festival?) but personally, I found it really inspiring and I was so glad I went along, even though I didn't feel the best last night and almost just sat at home eating Mini Eggs and watching Melrose Place DVDs.
The gala night of the festival is on tonight at the Temple Bar Music Centre, so if you are hanging around town and not going to see New Young Pony Club at the Village, may I suggest this? Tickets are just €14, and it's so important to support independent festivals. Can you believe this fantastic festival gets no funding from the Arts Council. Now, I wonder why that is...
Happy Sunday, and well done Galway!
here is her giving him the book (he says 'thank you very much') and here he is 'fingerin' (Jenna's word, not mine) the book later
PS read Jenna's stuff
Saturday, May 19, 2007
DUDE, how awful is that.
Hopefully he'll get home safe and sound and somehow get over those losses.
Stef on MySpace
It was a really good gig for an in-store, I'll probably go see them again when they play Antics @ Crawdaddy next Wednesday. Jake Summers (whose real life incarnation emailed the band this week) and Lend Me Your Face are such great tunes. After the set, everyone in the Q had the FLA ep (How Am I Supposed To Kill You If You Have All The Guns) in their hands. Myself and Kates bought one too.
Elsewhere, Jim Carroll exposes the Fight Like Apes / Blogger cabal
Thankfully, I´m feeling better by the day and will be back in workville on Monday. Don´t really know what to do for the weekend. Can´t drink alcohol because of antibiotics, and have tickets to The Second Coming Of Joan Of Arc for tonight, but dunno if I´m up to it. Hmm, will see.
Friday, May 18, 2007
In the meantime. Who are these guys?
How awesome is this latest shot from queen of the universe Lili? I think it is so cool, I just had to post it. And if you check out Tatler this month, Lili has a shoot with a bunch of our foynist female politicos, and (normally I wouldn't encourage people to do this) if you buy the Sunday World on Sunday, Lili and stylist supremo Corina aka YoCo have a fashion shoot in the magazine. When Lili and YoCo work together, special things happen, people, so you need to get on that shizz.
I'm getting my first sick person outing this week (apart from the play I went to see and it made me even more sick actually because the theater was kind of cold, and when I went to work for a few hours on Tuesday and then had to go home, but I think I'll get through this one). It's a film based on Robert Graysmith's books about Zodiac who was a serial killer in San Francisco in the 60s and 70s. I LOVE serial killer films so I'm really looking forward to this.
This guy I know Paul who is a consultant psychiatrist says that a fascination with serial killers points to a mental disturbance in the person themselves, as they somehow empathise with the fucked up things the killer does, the control and power they seek, and envy their lack of guilt and conscience (possibly linked to a frontal lobe disorder). WHATEVER Paul. You're dead. Only joking. Looks like a good film though, roll on 5.20pm.
Well, check it out dammit!
PS: I just remembered the weirdest dream I had last night - it was the launch night of TG4's new Big Brother programme and the contestants were Niamh from Ham Sandwich, Benni from Stagger Lee, someone from Neighbours, Mighty Stef, 'Michael' from Delorentos (who doesn't exist), someone from Cap Pas Cap, yer wan who used to be in Hear'Say and is in Corrie now, and I can't remember who else. Sharon Ni Bheolain, Sile Seoige and Grainne Seoige were presenting it and Sile and Sharon were going crazy at Grainne for putting a 'h' in De Deardaoin. And I lost Lili's camera. Must be all that Neurofen making my night time visions go crazy.
Una (getting a little better)
eating: Mini Eggs
drinking: Children's Neurofen yumsies
reading: 'The Boss: Charlie Haughey In Government' by Joe Joyce and Peter Murtagh
listening to: Halves
watching: Melrose Place - Season One
wanting: to get better dammit
Thursday, May 17, 2007
I heart Blogorrah really
*prediction of 2007.
I'm still sick. Still off work. Still drinking Children's Neurofen by the truck load. Still making Laney go to Laser and rent me the entire first season of Melrose Place. Still loving Corina and Anthony for coming around to watch Entourage, and Lili for accompanying me to The Boy Who Fell Off The Roof.
Still feel shit though.
Tuesday, May 15, 2007
Monday, May 14, 2007
The I Am Not A Plastic Bag debate - The London Times
The Pirate Queen: Were There Really Any Girl Pirates? - Slate
Aesop Rock talks about his new record - Pitchfork
Pete Doherty sells blood NME
20 Things You Need To Know About Prozac - The Observer
10 year anniversary video of Jeff Buckley - The Guardian
Saturday, May 12, 2007
The Immediate is no more xx
We're sad to announce that The Immediate is splitting up due to existential differences.
Rumours are circulating this morning that Dublin Choice Music Prize nominees and authors of one of 2006's most acclaimed Irish records - 'In Towers And Clouds' - The Immediate, have called it a day following their Trinity Ball performance last night. This has NOT as yet been confirmed by the band, although I have been in touch to get to the bottom of it.
More information as I get it. But as of now, it's just a (strong) rumour. If it is true, it's very sad news indeed. On the band's MySpace page an upcoming gig a the Great Escape festival in Brighton on May 18th is still listed.
Saturday, May 12, 2007
More information as I get it. But as of now, it's just a (strong) rumour. If it is true, it's very sad news indeed. On the band's MySpace page an upcoming gig a the Great Escape festival in Brighton on May 18th is still listed.
CPC were awesome. I think it was the first time I'd seen them live (although I find this hard to believe) and I shall definitely be checking them out again.
Was up the front for Crystal Castles - you couldn't move for skinny jeans, haircuts, braces and contrasting print dresses. They were awesome - so much energy and such a unique sound. Unfortunately, they only played for about 30 minutes which kind of sucked, but I guess they don't have enough material yet to beef out their set. Such a good buzz though. And I bought their black t-shirt that I had been eyeing on myspace for a while. You can never buy too many band t-shirts. You can't.
The gentlemanly blogger Nialler9 and the Super Extra Bonus Party boys kindly rescued me from my toberlone-ness and we had pints and chatted and what not and it was great fun. To think I was going to leave early and everything. Nialler and I almost had a blog-off outside, but he forgot the lino and I wasn't wearing my breakdancing shoes so the war will have to wait. Not that that's a ceasefire.
I forgot to put a memory stick in my camera so I have no photees - d'oh.
Friday, May 11, 2007
Canadian bleepy superstars, Crystal Castles, play the Maximum Joy Club @ Kennedy's Underground tonight. Woohoo! Hopefully they'll give 'Alices Practice' and ' Magic Spells' a spin along with some of their hot remixes and what not. So if you like your 8 bit or chip with some scuzzy punk and surrealist electro, then you know where to go tonight at 10pm.
The line-up also includes the truly fantastic Cap Pas Cap who have just hooked up with ultra-swish Japanese label Rallye Klee. Maximum Joy DJs MICI & DARREN along with GIB CASSIDY from U:Mack will also be in attendance.
I shall be there, but on my own, so please say hello if you see a lone Una crying into my pint / dancing
Thursday, May 10, 2007
World's first zero carbon, zero waste city to be built in Abu Dhabi - Foster and Partners
YouTube for Soccer Moms - CNN Money
Billy Bragg talks about Tony Blair's resignation - NME
9/11 - The Novel - Slate
Nine Things about Mike Skinner - The Guardian
or download it here via Twelve Major Chords
Our Love To Admire is the band's third album and the tracklisting goes a little, actually, a lot, like this:
'Pioneer to the Falls'
'No I in Threesome'
'The Heinrich Maneuver'
'Pace Is the Trick'
'All Fired Up'
'Rest My Chemistry'
'Who Do You Think'
Interpol play the Oxegen festival on July 7th in Punchestown this summer.
Interpol on MySpace
Wednesday, May 09, 2007
The Ideal Condition
Simion Mobile Disco
Attack Decay Sustain Release
Straight in no kissin'
Long Time Dead Records
Men's Needs, Women's Needs, Whatever
Maria Doyle Kennedy
The Pigeon Detectives
Wait For Me
Dance To The Radio
Tuesday, May 08, 2007
Tickets are priced at €125, for two days with camping and they are available now at http://www.castlepalooza.com/or http://www.ticketlord.com/ A percentage of the proceeds from Castle Palooza will go towards the ongoing restoration project at Charleville Castle.
2. Romo - 'Berck Sur Mer'
3. Delorentos - 'Stop' (via BKLYN)
4. Super Extra Bonus Party - 'Favourite Things'
5. Les Bien - 'Something'
half a dozen. 4 Stagger Lee songs
7. Fionn Regan - 'Be Good Or Be Gone'
8. The Things - 'Psycho Lover'
9. Oppenheimer - 'Breakfast In New York'
10. Janey Mac - 'Polygamy'
11. Duke Special - 'Last Night I Nearly Died'
dozen. Ash - 'Lose Control'
It's a good idea these days to simianify your name. Arctic Monkeys, Fight Like Apes, eh, Gorilla Vs Bear? Ok. Anyway, Fight Like Apes are one of my favourite Irish bands, and in true fan fashion, I'm tipping them for the top, or at the very least, I'm telling you that their music is awesome.
It's fun, rocking, a bit Brooklyn, loud, messily drunk, DIY, punky, electronic, joyful, gooey, GOOD.
Edel Coffey has been playing 'Lend Me Your Face' on her Phantom show for a while, and they have been touring constantly too. Anywhere I've gone in Ireland in the past few weeks; Galway, Cork, Waterford, Dundalk, indeed Dublin, I see gig posters for them everywhere, so they must be working pretty damn hard.
If you haven't seen them live yet, they are supporting Suburban Kids With Biblical Names at Whelans this week, and there are s'more live dates below. Check them out.
FLA on MySpace
Lend Me Your Face mp3
10 May 2007
Whelans w/ Suburban Kids with Biblical Names.
11 May 2007
Electric Avenue supporting Neosupervital
12 May 2007
Whelans with The Frank & Walters
17 May 2007
Supporting The Apples in Stereo at Pandamonium (Whelans)
18 May 2007
19 May 2007
Tower Records (In Store)
21 May 2007
23 May 2007
Dublin E.P launch Antics at Crawdaddy
28 May 2007
Whelans supporting The Hedrons
29 May 2007
Punk - Soho - as part of The Dolly Rockers Club night
31 May 2007
Roisin Dubh, Galway
1 Jun 2007
3 Jun 2007
16 Jun 2007
The Underground as part of Eigse Arts Festival
5 Aug 2007
Mitchelstown INDIE-PENDENCE festival