Tuesday, September 30, 2008

jealousy is...

1. Not being able to dance my peep-toes away all night long to the most incredible band in the world right now:

2. Not being as cool-as-fuck as the Vivian Girls:

3. Not being a cool-as-fuck noisy wiry girl punk babe at all:

p.s. I bought some really, really good Australian pop albums on the weekend - yay! Once it's all been absorbed and adored I'm gonna write lots and lots and lots of glowing words about some bands from my own backyard. About time!

p.p.s I also bought myself a new pair of Camper shoes, and they're pretty much the most delicious shoes ever. Pics to come!

Monday, September 22, 2008


I've only just joined the podcast-listening fraternity (I'm a bit late latching onto all these sorts of things - blogging, vodcasting, black nailpolish...), but I'm now officially hooked. Download these podcasts and your ears need never be sad again!

1. New I Smiled Yesterday!

Yeaaaah! To quote:

"ISY goes P!O!P!

From Sideburns to Fringes
From Parkas to Anoraks
From Ben Sherman to stripey t-shirts
From Chelsea boots to Converse
From Pete Townsend to Stephen Pastel"

Cripes, with a description like that, you just cannot go wrong!

2. Everything over at Slumberland!
The new one, from Cause Co-Motion, is really really good - I listened to it as I left work this afternoon and it put an extra spring in my step walking over the Victoria Bridge. Also, I HIGHLY recommend Kitchen Sounds #1, as prepared by Stewart Boyracer - it's full of noisy, obscure punk songs from the 70s and 80s, all of which are entirely brilliant because they sound like they're all about to fall apart at any moment. Bit like Boyracer, eh? Makes it all the more endearing, if you ask me.

3. Hey Hey Honeypop!'s Dance around Your Livingroom!
It really is the best place to dance, isn't it? In my case, it's my bedroom but it can double as my living room, especially when I can spin it to a Professor Pez song about one of my favourite novels in the world, Papillon. And I thought I was the only one that liked the France Gall song included on here - oh boy, I've spent many an indoor night dancing about to "Avant La Bagarre". Love!

Yeah! And if that ain't enough to get you pulling shapes, then I'm afraid I've run out of remedies.

Sunday, September 21, 2008

butcher boy

Hello! So it's been a while again, hasn't it? Oh boy. Well, in the past few weeks, apart from being a lazy non-blog-updating-bee, I've been basking in summertime warmth - seems as though, once again, Brisbane has skipped straight from winter into summer with nary a peep from spring. I'm going to cool down a little by spinning the debut album by Glasgow's Butcher Boy.

There's those mythical club nights all around the world which seem so perfect - dancefloors full of deliciously-dressed people pulling shapes to the best indie pop and sixties soul. There's not too many of them in Australia, but the UK seems to have an abundance. Rising from the ashes of Glasgow's National Pop League (a club night I would have loved to have attended at some point) comes Butcher Boy, who make the type of dark, haunting sounds that make me first think of those other Glaswegians, Aztec Camera. I've heard they play in unusual venues - theatres and such - around Glasgow, and even though I'm yet to visit this city, I could picture these warm sounds emanating from dimly lit caverns on cold, wet nights.

Have a listen to some of the songs from their debut album "Profit Is Your Poetry" on their myspace page - the title song channels the Postcard era and, with the violin, harks back to late 80s Go-Betweens. And, in a nice tie between classic club nights, the album is being released by the brilliant How Does It Feel label, the folk responsible for the best club night in the world ever. No kidding!