The Proper Ornaments are Max Claps and James Hoare. James also plays in the pretty brilliant Veronica Falls and used to play in the quite good Your Twenties. Max is a photography type whose work you’ve probably seen in various magazines without noticing because hardly anyone actually reads photo credits. Together they make bittersweet guitar-pop reminiscent of Felt, Comet Gain or some lost sixties West Coast harmony band. Read more »
We live by the road, we die by the road (not like homeless guys, like bikers), we’re Vice Singles Club. Read more »
First there was Veronica Falls – who, if you remember, had absolutely nothing to do with Kirstie Alley – and now there’s Golden Grrrls, who, as far as we can tell, have nothing to do with Bea Arthur. What is it about hazy indie-pop bands who bury their glory under a mountain of fuzz and split their time between worshiping C86 and worshiping second-rate American sitcoms? You could at least call your band Friends or M.A.S.H. Read more »
Unless you’ve been living at my mum’s, listening to Dave Brubeck and Radio 3, re-reading books about Hitler, and watching TV shows where negligent nannies are secretly videotaped, you’ll have heard of Nottingham’s Liars Club. But just in case you are Murph, my mother’s lodger, IT’S A REALLY COOL CLUB NIGHT IN NOTTINGHAM. Read more »
Featuring present and ex-members of Sexy Kids, The Royal We & Your Twenties, new London based three/four piece Veronica Falls are very much in thrall to the better side of indie-pop (i.e. not too cloyingly twee).We caught up with singer Roxanne Clifford for a few basic questions. Read more »
I like the way drag kings have this shtick where they pretend to be totally over it in a “I know I’m ugly” kind of way, but the second there’s a pretty girl around the whole charade comes tumbling down and she instantly becomes the nervous, horny loser she pretends she’s making fun of.
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We like to pretend that New York City is the greatest place on earth, but you know that’s bullshit. You know your little scene with your friends and your inside jokes is all that matters. That’s “cooler” than any stupid party you read about over on Last Night’s Party.
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