
From The Faint's Myspace
Just got tickets to see The Faint in November. Little bit happy in the pants.

My mumsie was cleaning out the loft the other day and she finally came across her old records from her days spent down Greek Street in the late 70s, hanging out with Smoothies and listening to disco. At the time, underground clubs used to spin a load of obscure disco, funk, electropop, and reggae and ska tunes from all over the world. I've found some absolute fucking gems.
Yellow Magic Orchestra is a Japanese electropop band formed in the late 70s. Along with Kraftwerk, they've been said to be pioneers of early synthpop/technopop and electropop. I found this vinyl lurking in the back of the record case. This record is just so fucking cool. I put it on and heard these weird electronic outta-friggin'-space sounds and I couldn't believe this record was like 1980/81. Then this sick funky low beat kicked in with these Japanese-sounding melodies sprinkled over this hot-shit super cool low beat and all these electronic beeps and I was mesmerised. IT'S SO FUCKING AMAZING.

We trotted off to see Let's Tea Party last night in a completely-impossible-to-find place called Paradise in...oh crappycrapcrap where was it. West-ish. Kensal Green. The venue was WELL PRETTY (and the bands were good too).
First on was this shy fellow with a mixture of an American-Anglo accent I think, who played beautiful and chirpy sounds on guitars and ukuleles and sang about putting apple seeds in your eyes when you're a dead skeleton so apple trees can grow and you won't be completely useless when you're dead because you're really quite nutritional. He was called Lofty Heights. I just wanted to put him in my pocket and steal him. Like literally. I am a klepto.
Those multi-instrumentalist bastards of Let's Tea Party will make you feel talentless. Like when you see little kids with shit-hot mad skills and you think about your only achievements in life, which include grade 1 recorder and how you came 4th at Sports Day in year five and your mum was so proud. They whip out flutes, guitars, Keyboards, Drums, Percussion instruments, whistles, traffic cones and clap their hands and stuff. They're just really inventive. It's not poppy whistley hoo-ha indie music although the singer walks around the stage bare-foot and their influences apparently include giggles and such things... But it's just awesome.
I took some photos at White Heat on Tuesday. Here are some of the friends I made:
I can't remember their names.


There was a lot of tape going round. And crowd surfing. And jumping into the crowd from the stage. And climbing up the stair banisters. And jumping onto people. That was one of the best crowds ever. These little indie kids with their granddad's jumpers and Sebago boat shoes just all went mental. It was like Lord Of The Flies.
Look at Tom's post below for their cover of Justice's 'Stress'. It's really well done! Seriously, take a little looksie.
Boys Noize played at DURRR. We were so tired we were almost falling over but we just had to stay because leaving would have been the biggest regret of my life. I WANT the track list. I was like "I'm so tired I have to leave" because my eyes were closing and it was like "ok, after this song. No wait, after this one. No...just one more. Ok fuck it, let's make ourselves ill." IT WAS AMAZING. And worth feeling like you're going to collapse out of tiredness for two days afterwards.
I had a good night. Saw Yeasayer at King's College Union fo' FREE. I swiped a Grazia from the hotel nearby because I needed to use the bathroom and it was just there (score!) There were loads. Then, some guy just gave me a ticket for the Yeasayer gig when I was standing outside handing out bits of paper that nobody wants. They're worth like £10. (That's actually the second time someone has done that. This sweet boy at Underage Festival gave me 2 because he got stood up. Bless him.) So I left Tom standing outside in the rain, handing out flyers and drinking cheap cider whilst feeling ill to watch Yeasayer in the warm and dry for free.
And then after that we decided it'd be a great idea to take advertisements for 'massages' and give them to anybody we found wandering the streets of Landan Tahn at 4 in the morning. I think the best one we found was for a 'New Hot Sexy Black American Transexual'. I kept that one.










