party hard, party hard.

Not that any of you should care, but I do find it kind of gratifying that Punk Rock Holocaust 2 has been made. It seems that the director/producer/whatevs, Doug Sakmann, cut his teeth doing Troma type stuff and a couple of hilarious horror-pornos that I hope are in the same vein as the Troma films, and then went on to make what a friend of mine accurately described as “The most WTF film ever, especially because it highlights that Simple Plan were considered legitimate headliners of a major music festival”. Yes, Punk Rock Holocaust exists, and really is either the best worst movie of all time or worst best movie. Its kind of great – if death sequences of bands you kind of hate (and some seriously awesome z-grade gross out moments at that) and being reminded of Tsunami Bomb! wasn’t enough, then the battle to work out whether it was just a Warped Tour promo video or not that keeps you kind of guessing for ages is a challenge on a level posed by few films I’ve seen of late (I probably need to re-neg and become the foreign film wanker I have always known I would become, but its been a good run without that tag so far, even if I am lauding the mental challenges posed by Punk Rock Holocaust to my blog…).

In other news, when I could be bothered doing stuff on my other computer, I’m going to make you all a mix-tape, using this fancy mix-tape streaming thingy that I have been alerted to of late. I figure its only fair.

yeah, thats right, yo, coz I am in the flow

There was always something sickening about his music, some type of effect that was put on the voice that made it kind of artificially smooth, like a less damp than usual slug or something. But, like most of us, I had assumed that it was just one of those things that would be around forever, popping up inconveniently to mildly iritate at some later junction. And I don’t doubt the guy is nice – he looks it, seems like a honest, down to earth kind of chap, to be sure. But my overriding feeling at the news contained in this article that Phil Collins has called it a day, is one of elation – it really  is quite good news. Good enough to make me note it here.

The scariest Phil Collins moment of my life was being surrounded by women, from the ages of around 20 – 50, all kind of admitting to the fact that they found him sexy. I was 14 at the time, and thought I was forming a pretty good grasp on what sexy was – for me then it was strong arms, big chest, dark eyes, a nice bum, everything that well… the former drummer from Genesis wasn’t. He was 50, fat, bald, and sang Phil Collins songs. I blame that moment for me having at least a month or two of very confused sexual identity. And whilst he would probably claim it wasn’t his fault, as if it wasn’t. He made those ladies feel that way, that something, and that IS his fault. Its not mine for not feeling it, but its his fault for making me feel like an outcast. So, Phil, take your divisive drumsticks and tepid love songs, and leave us alone. And maybe apologise. But your retirement is enough for now.

What’s the weight of the world worth?

I think its customary, after a long break, to apologise to readers. But seriously, what for? My concept for this blog wasn’t to entertain you, if it was going to do anything to you it would be one of three things: Inform you of something good you previously weren’t aware of; Make you feel like a dickhead for sleeping on stuff that you shouldn’t have been sleeping on, or; Allowing me to vent my fangirlism across the world without having to bombard my best friends, housemate and family with sociopathic rantings that they just dont seem to want to even try and get anymore.

If you have been missing me, then hopefully you have had time to track down that Gravenhurst album, and dig it. Whilst not my favourite effort by Nick Talbot + co, its still better than everything else out there, and when he gets his whistful remorse on, nothing makes me melt more.

I have been experiencing a whole bunch of music that, I’m not overly fond of, but its interesting enough to talk about. Some p2p person hooked me up with I Hate This Place’s new album “Never go” which is a wonderful example of pretty much carbon copying the Postal Service, but doing it way more quickly than the wait for a new Postal Service album suggests about the difficulty of making this stuff. And its lovely… kind of fitting in somewhere between the afformentioned Postal Service, and later day Hellogoodbye, its sweet (often syrupy thick sweetness) with a slight attitude that takes the edge off, and a naive innocence to the style of lyrics that fit with me way better than they should. And sure, I liked it initially for the name of the band, I Hate This Place are really worth checking out.

It came into a pigeon hole a little while ago, but I have become really quite enamoured with Neon Neon’s “Stainless Style”. Basically, Lex records whiz kid turned electro boy Boom Bip has teamed up with Gruff Rhys from the Super Furry Animals, and made this wonderful concept album about Richard Delorean, the guy that made that ultra eighties sports car that was used as the car in Back To The Future. Steeped in wonderful eighties reverie, there are songs about Raquel Welch, Michael Douglas and love songs set on Alderraan, as well as some really wonderful hip hop tracks that kind of serve as the naration to the more esoteric eighties space-pop ditties. I cant get enough of it. I put my sunglasses on, wind down the windows of my car, crank it up, and cooly smoke cigarettes at pedestrians and other drivers when stopped at lights, listening to this album. And you should too. That, or you will realise how much of a dork Darcy Wigram really is.

My bestie took my broke behind along to see the best DJ set I have ever experienced – the Hard Sell tour by DJ Shadow and Cut Chemist. It was truley amazing and if its coming to a town near you, dont miss it. For days afterwards I was waking up, inspired that there is some creativity left in DJing, and awed that I had the chance and privelege to witness a set ‘by music lovers, for music lovers’. Much love to friends that love their realness as much as you do…

Anyway, thats enough for now. I hope you see me again soon, but I have a feeling I will have some nagging reminders to keep this up. Its kinda important, in the way that its not at all.