Archive for March, 2010

We’re happy little Vegemites – A bunch of snotty kids with horrible accents.

Oh Great, an advertising jingle. Now there’s a line of work for me. I could be just like Uncle Joey and Jesse.

Vegemite. Much like the country it emblemises, i can’t stand the stuff – i don’t like it, i don’t use it, i don’t align myself with it, i don’t hold it up with any pride, with any fervoured attachment, with any elemental link to my personality, any sense of communal, national bond, etc. I’m not proud of this fucking spread, and i mean it from my heart.

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How fucking romantic – The Magnetic Fields

A voice, some fingerclicks, a delayed then punched, anisochronous final syllable – that’s all you really need for a song. If that song leads into The One You Really Love, then all the better.

attack of the killer tomatoes

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The International Tweexcore Underground – Los Campesinos!

Uh-oh. No. They’re a good band. They do things right. I hold the highest of courts for such decisions, i do, so let it be known – it’s now decreed. I hate what distance cautionary fandom and fear of exposing love of an uncool thing has put between me and Los Campesinos. It’s full embrace now. No one cares.

The only thing that grates here is the name dropping, which is an unfortunate and prevalent thing in this international tweexcore underground. Yes, it’s nice to know we’re on the same page, it’s nice to know what music you like and are affected by, but… i don’t know… it’s like there’s this overarching theme of collecting, of checklisting, of owning, of capital running through this music nowdays. The scene and its history (however filtered and understood) and its reproduction is everything now.

I mean, the Pooh Sticks wrote On Tape in 1988, but now, with everyone knowing everything, and the ability for everyone to know everything, this spate of self-absorption and non-imagination running through this music, it has gone crazy into staple and tedium. It’s always something with me, isn’t it?

nutcracker fantasy

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Death to Los Campesinos! – Los Campesinos!

On the other side of the contrived, grating spectrum of bands, i place Los Campesinos! I’m sure i’m wrong. I’m sure there’s an absolute to this, and i’ve fallen for the wrong type of band. Los Campesinos are the real irritating band. No! In defiance or delusion, i side with them, i am affected by them, i can bear them. There just so damned disarming and infectious. There is not a lot i like more, that gives me as much joy, makes me feel still here and connected, in this life – at this point in it, who i am in it, where i am in it – than being disarmed.

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Break down the walls – Youth of Today

Give me a drum kit, sit me behind it and i’ll habitually play the opening of this song. It’s the perfect test pattern. Hit everything, hear everything, find your place amongst everything. I just hope no one notices it as me playing this song and leave it just as me testing the drums. I’m sure no one notices me. I just have a feeling it may be a little uncool to reference Youth of Today in some circles. I know it is.

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See you later, heartbreaker – Baskervilles

There’s something about this song that grates with me. Sure, it’s catchy – that’s probably the reason it’s here – but… i don’t know. There seems to me something contrived, something dull, something counterfeit, something adult, here. It’s, to me, music from a place i don’t like, a place that should not produce music, nor even know about music this good – a place i’m not sure where, or even how to gain an entrance, so don’t even ask me. I can’t explain my stupid prejudices and hang ups.

Then again, maybe this isn’t not so bad. No, it’s not so bad. A day spent at work with the memory of this song, on continuous loop – some insubstantial, half-recalled loop – being angry at everything, everyone, myself, misled me a bit. It still does seem a bit false indiepop. Death to that.

jules and jim

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Someone Great

Someone great – LCD Soundsystem

Oh great. 2004, i’m ready for you now. Fucking christ i am SUCH A FUCKING LOSER!!

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