ghost writers in the sky

So, better late than never, this is a post containing a podcast of our totally amazing fleetfm radio show dating waay back to the 11th of the fifth (at the time, I thought it was going to be the last show-it was actually the penultimate one- (o.k. hold on, while I remember I just have to tangent here, and launch a parenthesis within parentheses. “penultimate”, is a word so commonly misused that it bugs the living SHIT out of me. For some reason people think that instead of meaning “second to last”, WHICH IT DOES,  that it means “super-ultimate”, or like,”uber-uber” which is so annoying cos it MAKES IT A REDUNDANT WORD FOR STARTERS, AND SECONDLY, YOU’RE WRONG!! Anyway, sorry, carry on) so it tends toward the mawkish and sentimental at times). You can stream it, or you can also download it to your exciting, modern digital storage and playback device (perhaps even your mobile telephone). You cannot hold it in your hands, however.

The probably incomplete playlist is as follows:

• M.G.M.T- kids
• The Beach boys- god only knows (which goes out to my Naz)
• Elvis Aaron Presley- a little less conversation (emerging unscathed from it’s regrettable fling with a sports shoe company’s advertisements)
• of Montreal- the pimps are simpering (these guys are just amazing, they manage to sound different and better on every new song of theirs that I hear)
• the Kinks- apeman  “I’ll be your tarzan, you be my jane, I’ll keep you warm and you keep me sane, we’ll live in a tree and eat bananas all day…”
• VOM!!- I’m in love with your mom
• Ginuwine- PONY
• Holy Fuck- Lovely Allen
• The Smell Of Napalm News and weather, with you host Signore T-bor
• The Velvet underground- I found a reason (goes out to Kathryn)
• Ghostface Killah- Charlie Brown (It’s new and it rocks ass)
• The Ink spots- If I didn’t care
• Weezer- The greatest man that ever lived (taken from the forthcoming untitled album. I read someone somewhere  describing this track as the college radio Bohemian Rhapsody, and that doesn’t even begin to do it justice. Rivers Cuomo is a nerdy little genius. Speaking of which:)
• M.C. chris- Wii’d
• Brother Ali- Uncle sam god dammn
• Mr Oizo- Z
• The coasters- Down in Mexico
• D.J. Earworm- over the confluence of giants (another monumental achievement)
• Dizzee Rascal and U.G.K- where da G’z?
• The White stripes- I’m finding it harder to be a gentleman                                                                         of montreal
• Jonathon Richman- springtime in new york
• M.IA.- paper planes (D.f.a. remix)
• Jay-Z and R.Kelly- Pussy
• Willie Nelson and George Jones- I gotta get drunk
• Timbaland- the way I are (crookers rmx)
• Eagles of death metal- Miss Alyssa
• Steve Miller band- abracadabra
• David Bowie- rebel rebel (soulwax edit)
• Brother Ali- walking away
•  AC/DC- RIDE ON

So, if any of these tracks really rock your world,  you wanna own them as seperate mp3’s, rather than seamlessly mixed together, and you’re a bit strapped for cash, you can always go to the hype machine and do a search for them (you’ll probably be in luck).  Otherwise, here’s the show!

 

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Cheers everybody, I’m off to bed now.

casio :: May.23.2008 :: Uncategorized, music, podcast, radio, rant :: No Comments »

ok, so those of you that actually sat through ‘transformers’, Michael Bay’s epic reinvocation of the golden nostalgia surrounding certain late-twentysomething males’ 1980’s childhoods (and really, is this a flimsy premise to hang a 151-million-dollar blockbuster on? A plotless cartoon advertisement for a range of japanese toys? Is this the first time an entire film has been based on it’s on merchandise? It’s like “star-wars figures-the movie”..and here I apologise to all those tearful transformer geeks out there, but I just don’t get it. I’m slightly too old, and at the time I thought those toys were ugly, childish and badly made) (hang on, I think I was in the middle of a sentence here… uh?, oh yeah..), will probably have done so under the influence of Megan Fox, whose ‘acting abilities’ made a nice distraction from the hyperkinetic sugar-rush cgi apocalypse going on around her. Largely an unknown actress, Megan was obviously hired cos she’s hot, and that’s about it. So It’s either serendipity, or a shrewd move on the part of her publicist that these almost-naked paparazzi photos of her appeared on the internet this week ‘leaked’ from the set of her latest movie, a taut psychological thriller that..(actually I have no idea what the movie is, nor do I care). Anyway, ladies and gentlemen, I present Megan Fox, reminding us that she’s hot, and that she’s available for auditions. Admire her today, forget all about her the moment she slips off the radar tomorrow. They’re  fleeting and transient, our lives, and beauty fades.. like tears in the rain (this is what the world is really like. This is true currency right here. Some days it makes me wanna slash my wrists.) (and if you follow this link to the rest of this large set of naked Megan Fox (who?) photographs, remember they’re N.S.F.W.)

casio :: May.20.2008 :: beautiful women, rant :: No Comments »

 I deleted my older blog earlier tonight, and trashed everything I had written on it, except for this one piece, which I find endearing in some way, so I thought I’d re-post it here for posterity. It’s totally out of date, but whatevs, rite?Thursday, December 13, 2007…so I ended up going to see Midnight Juggernauts and Pig Out ! playing in britomart square last night. It was a promotional free (phew!) all-ages gig organised by some energy drink or something, and was New Zealand’s first chance to evaluate the juggernauts as a live band ‘cos that’s what they really want to be. Emerging out of a veritable shit-blizzard of circle-jerking internet hype they strode gamely on stage to face a largely underwhelmed crowd of spotty nu-rave/emo crossover kids jacked up on free energy drinks, and proceeded to, well, underwhelm.
Britomart square is the public face of Auckland city’s grand folly- the central public transport hub. Beneath it is the eye-wateringly expensive Britomart transport centre, where tardy and woefully antiquated trains disgorge dribs and drabs of disillusioned commuters into downtown Auckland. Built a couple of years ago, the place is, admittedly, rather magnificent- a confection of gleaming chrome escalators rising through modernist glasshouses- but the whole thing has been completely under-utilised by a public that refuses to be herded through an infuriating and draconian public-transport system that fails to adequately transport the public, and seems to lack any notion of what being a system involves. The commuters would much rather clog the motorways, thanks. Here in N.Z we like CARS.
So, in this gleaming showplace for a hopelessly antiquated ‘future’, we are given The Midnight Juggernauts, blogged far and wide as the next big thing, and offering up tired 1980’s synth-pop pastiche with faux-kraftwerk flourishes driven by a krautrocky ‘band’ aesthetic. All rather appropriate really. For three skinny hipster fags with scraggly justice-beards they certainly make a kinda big sound with stadium ambitions, but the weak indie vocals, and general cheap half assedness of their whole deal let me down considerably. I was all ready to like them on the merits of ‘Tombstone’, which I loved when it came out, and.. um… that they’re australian (?) (ok so I liked the video  for ‘into the galaxy’), but I was disappointed that Tombstone was by far the strongest track they played, and everything else sounded like a muddy bunch of arse. The Midnight Juggernauts came across not as a bunch of inspired futurists, but as a tired pastiche of everything that’s supposed to be cool right now, and as such, left a bad taste in my mouth (”other people who bought soulwax also bought the midnight juggernauts”). Oh yeah, and the singer kept shouting “Hey Auckland!, how you feeling out there?”, which made me want to throw the beer bottle I was trying to hide from the overzealous security monsters at him.

 pig out!
The gig’s saving grace was Pig Out!, our local indie/rave/techno mutant superheroes who have a huge amount of fun with a small amount of equipment. They’re a four-piece, some of whom are former members of recent DFA signings The Shocking Pinks , and they hark back to the early nineties Hacienda  scene with their endearingly garagey mash-up of flowered up and minimal chicago tech-house, which seems tailor-made to appeal to dancing Stevie. Unfortunately, as the picture shows, they were made to play while it was still light, which really didn’t help their cause much. Pig out are a proper rave band, far more suited to a grimy warehouse party at four a.m than a gig or a nightclub. They do have an album out, called club poems , which, in my opinion, isn’t as great as it could’ve been, although their newer recordings, I am assured, are set to rectify this. They have played quite a lot locally, so, of course we’re losing them overseas soon, where I’m sure the sweet-asm they generate with their epic live set will rock a few parties. They’re doing England and Europe in January, and I hope they blow up over there, because they’re nice people and hugely enjoyable to shuffle around drunkenly to.

I am not currently permitted to post the mp3’s that accompany this article on this site (boo!) but theres lots of Pig Out! stuff available on their myspace page here

casio :: Apr.08.2008 :: architecture, gig review, music, rant :: No Comments »