Indie bands are kind of the inheritors of MySpace. No matter what happens to the Pirate Bays and Spotifys of this world, you can still basically get away without having a record collection by going from Top 8 to Top 8. Perhaps to make this cyber-traipsing a little more interesting, the people at MySpace have held little showcases in a spare room in their office, which they taped and then put online. Watch beneath. Read more »
Sea lions are awesome and not just for the fact that they are really good at dancing, have tusks and are killer surfers. These tusked Pinnipeds are also righteous music warriors who once tried to fuck up the Jonas Brothes and have inspired the kids of sea lion hotspot Oxnard, California to put down the guns and pick up the C86. Read more »
The bad thing about the endless versatility of viruses and diseases is all the unstoppable death that they spread. The good thing is that we’ve been given plenty of good band names by this microscopic death squad: the Germs, Anthrax, Aids Wolf, Cancer Bats, the Cramps, Pestilence, Agoraphobic Nosebleed, Tuberculosis Boy. It’s inevitable that there’s a thousand bands called Swine Flu already (and equally inevitably that 500 of them are noise bands). That must make Avian Flu feel a little old-hat. Anyway, here is the next entry into this dubious pantheon: the German Measles. Read more »
Dominant Legs is the project of Ryan William Lynch, with a little help from the alliterated Hannah Hunt. They make fragile pop songs that sound like Arthur Russell covering Aztec Camera’s back catalogue. Perhaps this is how Roddy Frame’s early recordings would have sounded if he’d grown up in San Francisco instead of East Kilbride. The music also shares a little of Ariel Pink’s misty eighties nostalgic spirit. See if you like it (you will, you fucking cynic) by listening to the track below. Read more »
Anyone remember Osker? When I was googling the name of Devon Williams, whose music I am thinking about today, I discovered his past. It seems he was in one of the most controversial pop-punk bands of their time, who pissed off the mohawked masses with their criticisms of punk conformity, their sincere stage presence, and by not being idiots. They were also known for once supporting NOFX and taunting the crowd by telling them the headliners hadn’t released a good album in years. Yep, they were the most ‘punk’ pop-punk band out there. Read more »
When you’re a kid it’s pretty standard for a gang to demand a picture of a naked woman to get into their club. If you have an older sister, odds are it’ll be one of her. It’s pretty similar for the Vice Singles Club, only we want naked pictures of anyone with a single out this week. So, for example, if you applied today, we’d be demanding a Bananarama lesbo sandpit adventure snap and a picture of Mika’s cock in a burger bun. Read more »
We had our bi-annual Vice Singles Club meet at the weekend. It was awesome, someone baked this cake out of seven-inches and then we did a quiz. Can you name the members of Roxy Music who aren’t called Bryan? No? Then you wouldn’t have won the quiz and it’s probably lucky you didn’t come along. Read more »
The Green Man festival is a relatively small festival in the Brecon Beacons. It’s basically Latitude with less bullshit about being a quirky boutique festival (when it’s run by the same people that run Reading and Leeds), less weekend warriors (although there are still some) and a much better line-up. I went down to this immensely picturesque part of Wales to watch some music, a few talks and some comedy. Oh, and see a huge green man be burned to the ground. WOO!
Wavves, Dum Dum Girls, Best Coast, Blank Dogs, now this. I sincerely apologise for hitting you with another one-man garage band, but it seems that’s the way things are going these days. I’m guessing the reason these friendless wonders are recording on their lonesome is that they are bored of other musicians meddling with their grand garage vision and just want to get on with it. Although, less tactful people might suggest that they’re just unpopular. Either way, I am happy to sit and listen. Read more »
Neverever used to be called the Champagne Socialists, but something made them change their name. Maybe it was a new-found awakening in socialist spirit that meant they put down their Bollinger and are now out on the streets fighting for Obama’s evil healthcare system. Perhaps they are scared of right-wing Americans who might think that they intend to stab them in the heart with the sword of socialism. Or more likely, they just didn’t like the name. It was a little try-hard. Read more »
See, this is a real man. A stupid moustache, dirty hands and an idiotic 3-D tee shirt because he knows we’re here for a good time not a South Beach metrosexual time.
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Fuck me, somebody throw her in a bullring before my eyes fall out from all the clashing.
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