Music. The language of modern love.

At the best of time music plays a huge part in the lives of everyone, any track can take you back to a specific moment in your life for better or for worse. My latest theory however is that as the headline of the article states; Music is the language of modern lovers. In a generation where words seem to be becoming less and less important, gradually replaced with emoticons, Tweet updates and text speak it seems to be getting more and more difficult to really tell someone how you feel about them.
The one tool which has emerged somewhat unscathed in this era of minimal phone tapping is music. From the painstakingly assembled CD compilation to the track that randomly comes on the radio, there is at least one tune which will have you and your partner glancing at each other and either taking you back to that first moment you realised that you were in love, or at least reminding you of just how much you mean to each other.
It’s important to note then that if you happen to have the idea of making a compilation CD for your partner there are definetly tracks that you should avoid. These are tracks that I have reserved for what I like to call the ‘anti-love’ CD, a compilation which expresses your distain towards what might be your ex-partner. The tracks that I have collaborated for that so far (in no order) are: I hate you – The Monks, You’ve Done My Brain In – The Bonzo Dog Doo Dah Band, Baby Bitch – Ween, Little Willy – Sweet (rather vindictive), I’m through With white Girls – The Dirt Bombs, I’ve Had it With Blondes – CUD. The list is endless, but this rather alternative selection of tunes is perfect for reminding someone of any pain that they might have caused for you during a breakup perhaps. It was decided that should you ever need to compile a CD of tunes for this purpose then an ideal name for it would be: In My Opinion, You will hate this more than I hate you. Yet that will never be enough. (Thanks to John White for his creative title contribution there)
Now let’s contrast that with the tunes I have selected for what I like to call my Pro-love compilation CD. Ignoring the obvious ballad crap that you find on any A.O.R compilation CD and very much avoiding the nonsense in the charts, my list has a slight alternative twist to it: To Love Somebody – The Bee Gees, Don’t Laugh I Love You – Ween, Canyons of Your Mind – Bonzo Dog, 1952 Vincent Black Lightning – Richard Thompson, Please Love Me – The Monks. Once again and endless list, I’m applying tracks here which have worked with my theory in the past. I hasten to add that during that painful process of heartbreak you do adopt a number of sad songs, for me the two that spring to mind are: Birthday Boy- Ween and I don’t Know Why I love You – Stevie Wonder. Yes Ween get a lot of mentions, but they are one of my favourite bands and their varied sound make it easy to pick plenty of songs for different reasons.
Of course the other thing to consider as well is that you can fall in love WITH music and not just TO music. There are songs which can come on and cause you to stop whatever it is that you’re doing, close your eyes and just listen. You can be completely incapacitated by the rhytmns, the layers, the lyrics or even the memories that you assosiciate with the track in the first place. It can be simple things as well for instance I’m sat here now listening to Jurassic 5’s Lesson 6 (The Lecture) which is reminding me of driving through Cardiff with my friend Jase after a rather successful car boot sale. Happy days!
So I guess the point that I am making is that music itself is a language of its own, whether you’re listening to it or creating it music will always tell stories, provoke emotions, inspire the mind and even make people angry. It’s a very powerful tool indeed but I don’t think (apart from one person I know of who is just weird) that there is anyone who can turn around and say hand on heart that they don’t like music AT ALL. If you discover these people, please shoot them as to not question the validity of my article.
Love music, love people and love people through music.

The missing Boomtown review

Given that I very rarely visit my blog, or read my own work for that matter it came as a suprise to me earlier to find that my review of last years Boomtown Fair is missing!
I thought that the quantity of complaints regarding my reviews was low so upon checking out the uploaded stuff I was shocked to find a huge blank hole where my once shameful review once lived. So here be a re-post:

The upcoming days to this year’s Boomtown fair were stressful to say the least. It co-incited with my partners birthday and given that I had just spent all of my money buying and converting a ropey DAF 400 mini-bus into a barely passable camper van I knew that I had to make this a weekend to remember for her.
It was her first festival and to be honest it was only my proper second one. I had visited Ashton Court every year from the time I was tiny until the time I was big, I had also popped into Nozstock last year to perform with Sicknote. But as I was only there for a day I never really counted it.
Boomtown Fair 2009 had set a high standard of what to expect from a festival and this year I was looking forward to the same level of entertainment and fun.
Needless to say, the bar was raised again!

After hours of tedious motorway driving followed by forty minutes of being lost in Buckinghamshire country side, we finally found Stow House. The venue of this year’s event. What a beautiful scene it was too, an infinite blanket of greenery within sandstone walls, enormous well-aged trees shrouded a stunning mansion and a school for posh kids who wouldn’t understand what a festival was.
We drove over a bridge that crossed a beautiful lake that accommodated ducks and reeds and... Wait a minute, I’m not Bill Oddie. This is a festival review, not a nature documentary.
ANYWAY! We picked up some hitchhikers who had a didgeridoo so that makes up for it all.

Despite being half a mile from the festival we could already feel the pumping bass resonate through the floor, attracting sand worms and stressing out freeman (guess the reference).
We got there, did all the nonsense at the security stuff (they had PDAs and stuff it was very professional). Pitched up in the campy bit...put our boots on, drunk some of the beer we had smuggled in (sorry guys, but that rule was NEVER going to get enforced successfully now was it?) and headed towards the PUMPING NOISE!

This was where I was super-duper amazed.
2009s Boomtown had been fantastic and the scenery and setup was incredible, but this year they had pulled out all of the stops. I found myself stood within the centre of a post-apocalyptic town... battered shop fronts housed secret night clubs... shattered shopping trolleys accommodated speakers... it was incredible.
This mock-up town really played on the sense of deviation created by Boomtown. It felt like we weren’t meant to be there... like our parents had gone away to Blackpool and we’d invited all our mates around despite being told ‘NO PARTIES’.
The lack of commercialisation was to thank for this. Ashton Court had become an outdoor Orange Phone shop in its later days and even small events such as Rock in The Dell in Chepstow began relying on sponsorship which it had later lost.
When speaking with Sion Bailey, bassist and singer of Cowboy and The Corpse who played the Devil Kicks Dance Hall he was surprised to see people of all different musical cultures getting along so well. Spiky haired leather clad punks were chilling out on hemp blankets with hippy women called ‘Dalek’ and ‘Moonbeam’. It was like watching the I.F.C throw a party for Arsenal fans.
I don’t remember the Devil Kicks Dance Hall being at last year’s festival and if that is the case it turned out to be a nice addition. As much as I love reggae, ska and dub I also love my Rockabilly, Pyschobilly and punk. So it made for some satisfactory diversification.
As the night hit it was time to admire the Boomtown lights, often in the form of huge mechanical robots or statues throwing out fire into the night’s sky. I was not disappointed. I was also kept very warm. Open fires made for brilliant social networking areas and conversation pits.
Not one to sound quintessentially British but the weather wasn’t great at times. However, this did not stop people from wearing shorts and sandals and standing in front of the main stage. I admire their tenacity... I admired it from the Bar tent, where I lived during every period of rainfall.
As the weekend went on though, the weather cleared and all was well again.

One thing I was very happy to note this year was the much improved feel of family orientation. To the point in fact where there was an entire field dedicated to accommodating families, which included a camping area and a number of tents and stalls to entertain children of all ages. I noted that a number of them were educational and informed children on topics such as renewable energy.
Around the edge of the main ‘town centre’ (where the main stage lived) there were also a number of tents and stall which had different activities taking place over the weekend. I spoke to one little boy (who looked like a younger version of me) as he was learning how to carve rocks. He had been having the time of his life and to thank his parents he was carving a skull and cross-bones, of which I have a photograph because it looked cool.

One of my favourite stalls had to be the scientist dude with the giant satellite dish (which acted as a solar powered toasty maker) and a homemade Tesla-coil. Which I got to watch in full force on the last night. I had what seemed to be an endless conversation with the eccentric-bearded chap and was pleased to see how he was able to make physics seem so bloody interesting. I wish I had had him as a teacher in school!
Flipping heck, this review is already 969 words long and I still have so much to talk about!
Perhaps I’d best summarise it in a paragraph or something...
As far as I am concerned I think the team at Boomtown are going to find it hard to excel this year’s festival because it was fantastic. The only issue I had was that there was a LOT of reggae, ska and dub...but it IS a reggae, ska and dub festival so WHATDOYA EXPECT?!
The improvement of family based activities and accommodation was a fantastic choice, although I’m sure if space had allowed for it in 2009 it would have been equally as good.
In the second night I managed to speak with two police officers who were on patrol throughout the fair who informed me that they had had no trouble whatsoever and they were happy to see everyone having a good time. Thank you for that constabulary for having an open mind and not quashing what turned out to be a fabulous weekend.
On the Monday I did stay longer than I should have as I found myself getting upset at the stalls and stages being taken down... I didn’t want myself to believe that it was all a big mock-up but was in fact a post-apocalyptic town in the middle of nowhere. However if you want to re-live something close, come to Newport. (Although the people in Newport are nowhere as laid-back and cool as those at Boomtown)
I hope to see you all and more at Boomtown 2011 where you’ll see that everything I say is right and you’ll want to come back again and again.
Let’s keep this type of event alive! Don’t allow it to get into the hands of the likes of Starbucks or any of those filthy, disgusting conglomerates who would turn it into a giant billboard, sporting the likes of My Chemical Romance or some other pop band! We want Zen Hussies not bloody Spice Girls.

Thank you Boomtown crew for yet another Fab’lus time.

Some handy tour dates

Here are some dates for the Mr. Duke tour, attend them all and get a free mug. Also some dates for Cat Matador, check them out as they are awesome: http://www.myspace.com/catmatador


MR DUKE DATES:

Feb 23rd - Wycombe Academy - with backing band 'Hoodlum Circus', hundred cannons, Ninjaninja

Feb 26th - Windmill - Brixton

March 3rd - Kama Lounge, Newport - With Olivia Perry

March 4th - Five Alls, Chepstow - With Olivia Perry and John Mcconnachie

March 5th - Jacob's Ladder - Falmouth

March 6th - Ride - Plymouth

March 8th - The King Lud - Isle of Wight

March 9th - Studio Bar - Penzance

March 11th, Bar 35 - Bude

March 12th - Square & Compass - Purbeck

March 14th - Mr Wolf's - Bristol

March 17th - Promised Land - Cardiff (with Olivia Perry and others)
http://www.dukeofcardiff.com/

March 25th - TBC - Norwich




CAT MATADOR DATES:

>> 24th February - The Cellar, Oxford
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>> 1st March - The Purple Turtle, Reading
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>> 4th March - The Labour Club, Northampton
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>> 10th March - The Vic, Swindon
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>> 19th March - Mr Wolf's, Bristol
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>> 22nd March - The Dublin Castle, Camden London
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>> 25th March - The Cellar, Oxford
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>> 26th March - The Central, Nottingham

The Duke of modern country

It has been a hefty long time since any last update, hopefully now I can start getting back into writing consistent reviews for you all to ignore.

I'm starting off the new year with a reasonably new musical discovery. A chap I met sometime last year in fact, Mr. Duke.

I first met him at the Le Pub, he was sat at a table with his laptop rigged up to the PA pumping out some delicious northern soul and funk. It was at this juncture that I'd mistaken him for the sound guy. Later I was to discover that Duke will DJ at any given chance and DJ well he does too.

That particular night he was playing with his backing band 'The Hoodlum Circus' comprised of my friend 'Dude' on screechy, painful lead guitar, Duke on rhythmn guitar and vocals, some bloke on bass and an Argintinian (spelling) chappy on drums.
Thus commenced their first gig (and first time they'd all seen each other) in over a year, which for the short while was noticable. But as they played on, they got tighter. To be honest I was more completely overwhelmed by The Dude's insane guitar playing. His Fender Jaguar spewing out distorted, broken chunks of ear piercing mess as The Dude spun around in circles, headbutted frets and threw himself around like a madman. It was truly beautiful and can probably never be replicated by anyone else.

I should also point out that Mr. Duke was playing wearing only his batman pants and a pair of socks, but that seems so normal these days.

Since that fateful night I've not only seen the Duke play acoustic sets (sporting a slightly Bob Dylan meets Flaming Lips sort of formula) I've also drummed for him on two occasions.
As previously mentioned also, Duke is a very keen (and talented) DJ who will unfold his MAC and hit the virtual decks at every given moment. This includes venues such as: Le Pub, Newport Chartists (a thrift shop), my kitchen and the bus from Newport to Cardiff. Constantly perfecting mixes between tracks that you haven't heard for years and you will be constantly thanking him for each one he plays (I've seen it happen)


Now onto the new stuff that he's been producing. As some people are aware the Duke has re-located himself out of Cardiff and retreated to the wonderful nowhere of Snowdonia... with nothing more than a couple of shirts and a guitar.
In a very short space of time, he has written, recorded and produced a number of new tracks include some new versions of previous tracks. He has wonderfully blended a traditional acoustic country guitar style to at times melancolie lyrics which can really play on your emotions. By all means, avoid tracks such as 'Dirty Blonde Hair' if you're feeling depressed. However, if you are down... I suggest Great Gatsby, an entertain ditty that comes in both delicious acoustic and nutritious electric guitar depending on your preference.

Once you get through the entire Duke catalogue of songs you'll discover that he enjoys singing about meaningful subjects such as cheese quite frequently, however the lighthearted lyrics of tracks such as Great Gatsby and Peter Beardsley (Duke's ukelele tribute to his favourite footballer) is contrasted beautifully with tracks such as 'Upon a Hill' (about unrequited love, a common country subject) Dirty Blonde Hair (a murder story comprised into a beautifully composed song, available with and without his backing band) and Lonesome.

Some of his tracks feature a variety of female vocalist duo's which is well harmonised and generally very lovely.
Duke seems somehow to capture many influences of artists and bands who I like such as Half Man Half Biscuit (who are arguably at times a country band), Ween (their first country album), Flaming Lips, Filthy Pedro and some other stuff that he paid me to say that I can't remember...

Duke is due to go on tour in March of this year to perform the tracks of his new album. I shan't lie I will be going along with him to a majority of it as not only do I enjoy his shows very much, but I can drive and he can't.

I strongly suggest that you go along to all of the shows, or failing that as many as you can attend. You know that I don't write about stuff I don't like on here (although I do have a hundred cannons review coming up) so you can take my word at the fact that Duke is bloody awesome.

Don't believe me, you can check him out here:

http://www.dukeofcardiff.com/ - for the new stuff and here:

www.myspace.com/mrdukeandthehoodlums - for the older stuff

Compare, contrast, listen and enjoy.

Clay Statues last ever gig

My ringing ears are a sure sign that the gig last night was well worth going to. As Geeky from the Nukes announced to us all “Clay Statues is the loudest gig I’ve been to, and I’ve seen Motor head twice”
Now I have never been one to measure just how loud a gig is, but suffice to say it was loud, really, really loud.
We were dropped off in Cardiff town and had to walk the dreaded walk down St. Marys street, past all the skimpy clad women and the aggressive Fred Perry wearing meandertal males who gave the impression that they just wanted to mount the scaffolding of innocent building, strip away their overpriced yet fashionless clothes and throw their own shit at each other.
We entered the door to Submission, which until that night I had only known as ‘the club next to Jason’s house’. We were greeted by the merry no-necked, curly haired Swedish DJ and directed downstairs.
It was quite a shock to transfer from the howling filth of night-life street culture, into the ambient, darkened basement club that was Submission. The black stoned walls felt warm, the candles and innocence were welcoming. The cow skulls wrapped delicately in barbed wire symbolised a place of friendliness and safety, to the well-dressed cultured society of Cardiff’s underground music movement.
We placed our coats in a darkened corner near the bar and slouched down with lagers on immaculate Edwardian couches. As people packed in we found ourselves forever greeting friends and members of the tribe.
Dorian and his unusually small drummer Mavis had brought a fine crowd of large, well dressed, loud voiced men from the valleys. No matter where you stood, you could see and hear large groups of them, howling comical, non-offensive banter at one another.
The crowd were excited, but unlike the rabble that tormented the streets above us, the crowd were controlled and collective.
The first band took to the stage, well...the drummer took to the stage, but the guitarist took to the area just offset the stage to accommodate his wide array of foot-pedals and other contraptions. Aulos from Hereford, a two-part group consisting of one of the most talented drummers I had ever seen and one of the most mental guitarists to be viewed through my eyes. As Harvey white abused his kit with laser sharp precision, Oli Montez casually with his back to the audience fingered his fret board like it was a beautiful woman and slammed at various devices on the floor to make the whole experience louder. Their last track made me very happy indeed, although I had heard of this being done..I’d never seen it live before me... the live, on stage sampling of an original Nintendo Game boy. Fuck did it add to the music, it was awesome!
As a beginner drummer I spent a lot of my time staring at White, trying to absorb his talent through osmosis, instead he dropped one of his sticks, but Montez kindly through it at him, this made me laugh.
Next up, The Nukes. Fair play, I had never seen a band take so long trying to warm up, it felt like hours. Just as you had thought that they were starting, they would stop and abuse the sound guy some more.
An interesting group of dudes who reminded me of a lot of things in a short space of time, Half Man Half Biscuit, Toy Dolls, Misfits, all these things sprung to mind as their beefy vocalist pelted roaring welsh lyrics down the microphone. Phat bass riffs, tidy drumming and a nice sprinkling of moogy-synth goodness provided a platter of moderately aggressive punky deliciousness...sorry my friend is cooking and I’m getting a bit distracted. I’m fairly sure that for the most of it though, their synth player thought he was in Kraftwerk or Trio or something of that nature, dressed all in black, with black nail varnish and a shiny-domed head, nonetheless it was a wonderful sound that isn’t used often enough these days.
Now there was only one band left to play, a band which I had not seen enough of. These dudes were going to do some damage, we all felt it.
If you were an innocent member of the crowd who had never seen them before, you would never in a million years have guessed which duo in the club was actually this band. Dorian always comes across as an all round top dude, nicely spoken, gentle voice, and friendly face. So to see him on stage abusing the shit out of a bass guitar is something else. As for Mavis, well Mavis is just Mavis, wherever he is!
So this was it, a feeling of excitement, passion and sadness hit us all... knowing that the experience we were about to live through would be our last of this kind. I braced myself against a pillar, knowing that at some point it was all going to kick off.
The entirety of everyone squished down around the stage, none of us wanted to miss this. Even Reverend Dread with his old age pains managed to get around and snap some amazing shots throughout the night. (I’ve not seen them yet, but if he took them, they’re amazing)
And so it began, the Clay Statues tore up the place for the first and last time. Dorian’s face was a blend of all things evil, Mavis’ was buried behind a balaclava for some reason (maybe it wasn’t him) Dorian fucked the bass guitar with his mega-hands and churned out some roaring lyrics for us to stomp to. We knew the words but it was always better coming from him, that didn’t prevent him from giving us a chant though.
There was a combination of buzzing energy, happiness and melancholy embraced the crowd as we sang to the Statues.
Between each track or so, Dorian would thank all the fans and supporters they had had over the years, before ripping into another fine track. Each track was amazing, but I for one was waiting for a certain track, and I think everyone else was too...
...then it came, the thick and fast bass rift, the mentalist that is Mavis attacking the drums like an epileptic, the references towards the hounds of knuckle dragging mainstream monsters that loomed the streets above us and Star Wars... you all know it...

DROIDS!
I was cast into a washing machine drum of moshing, throwing myself around, bumping into Filthy, Flappy, Doghouse and the mysterious punk guy who looks like Tyres from Spaced. I took extra care into making sure I elbowed Filthy the most because he’s a bit of a knob (I love you really). When it got a bit much, I took a step back and rested against my pillar, still throwing the occasional elbow into a passing array of unprotected ribs.
And so the night continued much like this, for a brief moment I had to pop outside to make a phone call, and as I returned the Statues were performing their beautiful cover of Mama Mia by Abba. Better than the original I think!
I can’t remember what the last track was, but it was epic, particularly as it resorted in Dorian invading the audience, all of the drummers drumming at once, and a number of the other band members singing into microphones. To mark the absolute end of the Statues, Mavis exploded from behind his drum kit and sent his snare hurtling across the stage. It was collected by Dorian who then proceeded to separate the audience to allow him to bowling ball the snare down the centre of the club. It was then stomped on by a number of helpful crowd members before being returned to the stage. As awesome as I thought this was, a part of me was thinking “I bet that snare was expensive, it would have been nice on my kit” never mind eh?
So there we have it, one of the longest reviews I have ever done. God I loved the Clay Statues, despite the fact Dorian never did play my favourite song (you bastard) it was nice to hear them when I did. Being 21 there are so many bands I here that I would have loved to have seen, but never got the chance... but to have seen these guys feels just as rewarding as when I saw The Cardiacs.
Farewell to you both Dorian and Mavis, the best rhythm / lead setup crammed into one, small setup of a band. There will never be any duo that could possibly replace you (no offence Aulos).
The last thing I would like to add is, shame on anyone who didn’t go to this gig... you missed the loudest, most amazing, painful, ear popping, feedback screaming, bass crunching, valley roaring, rib jabbing, drum smashing, heart breaking experience of all time.

JOWELL

Check this guy out

Cardiff's number one independant music fanatic, Jason Johan-Flapsandwich...

http://flapsandwich.blogspot.com/

Never sleeping, always working... to bring the underground sound to the ears of the eagerly awaiting masses. Jason's idiosyncratic & erratic management tactics are far from convention...with bankruptcy an easy option and the climb to success growing increasingly difficult Jason will not give up!!
He's a part of Sicknote, He's a part of Tianaman, he's his own man recording his own banging tracks... he's in your homes, he's on your TV screens.. I'll stop now before I sing too much Red Right Hand (A cracking Nick Cave & The Badseeds track that you must listen to NOW!)

This man needs and deserves our support, there are many charities out there that do good.. and although he is no charity..he does do good and that can be easily condoned!
Wales has a massive musical movement that is constantly flowing and this man is in the middle of it all, conducting it with one brisk wave of his curly, swedish locks...

PRAISE you FLAPPY, PRAISE your WORK! KEEP IT UP - Sounds Incorporated is proud to have you in it...deep,deep within it.... mmmm, feels good!

Sicknote's Christmas Submission

Suffice to say... just when you think that they could not get anymore peculiar than they already are... They do.

I have never taken drugs but I felt like I was going on some weird trip when watching this video combined with their Christmas track!

ENJOY

PS : Stay tuned for tomorrow's Sounds Inc. Christmas special V/LOG!!!!!

Sounds Incorporated Reviews Sicknote

Finally, after months of serious delay our new Vlog is here... ENJOY!

The completion is almost complete

For those of you who didn't know (which will be everyone with the exception of Flapsandwich from Sicknote) Sounds Incorporated was intented to be portrayed through the medium of a short video, uploaded onto Youtube and annoyingly scattered about the likes of Facebook.
However, during a logistical error the Sounds Incorporated camera charger went amiss!
Fortunatley children, normality can be resumed. For the charger has re-emerged, entact... 'Tis a glorious day.
Suffice to say, the team at Sounds Inc. Shall be returing to its original plan of medium-quality semi-revised poorly written video entries.

We hope you look forward to them with baited breath,

A sad, sad sale...

Sounds Incorporated recently inherited a vehicle that was intended to be restored to become the Sounds Inc. mascot!

Unfortunatley, the MOT revealed far more expense was required than first thought, so sadly she is up for sale. Hopefully she will be bought by someone with the finances available to restore her.

Here is the auction:

http://cgi.ebay.co.uk/ws/eBayISAPI.dll?ViewItem&item=140344748312


Peace.

A revived 80's sound...

Thought I'd chuck up a brief post in between the joys of assembling Ikea furniture, cooking tea, playing video games and arranging to buy classic cars...

I've linked you to these guys:
http://www.facebook.com/pages/Tianaman/262212625187?ref=nf#/home.php?ref=home

Check them out, they have one track on their profile at the moment 'Wake up'. So far it reminds me of many things I have heard before, but I kind of like this as it's nice to hear these sounds again. Influences strike me as: Glasvegas, Joy Division, New Order, Jesus and Mary chain etc...

...melodic yet repeatitive bass riff, sharp simple drumming and of course violent, yet restrained lyrics... formulating a good track all in all.

From what I can understand the band consists of two members, not a bad sound for two people... haven't heard two people make such a good sound since I last listened to OMD.

Maybe I'm giving these guys too much credit, but I personally really enjoy their only track. If it was simply experimentation I think it's worked, if not then I look forward to hearing some more.

Feel free to leave your opinions (After you've heard them)

PS, just found their old myspace page with an additional track on it:
http://www.myspace.com/tianaman

An annual summery (spelling intentional)

So how about that? After I decided to skiffle between the extremes of education and running my own business... I can finally say that: I have got into university! Huzzah.
It felt so good to finally be one of the many hard working students I know (and those whom I dont) to leave results day with SMILES ON FACES. Albeit the grades I received were not to the standard that I would have liked, so it was an 'only just' as far as getting in was concerned. Nevertheless I am there, so it is good to know that the last year wasn't a waste at all.
Sitting down I began to reflect on the last year and how it has really been quite eventful, I lost my job last July and from there on things just got better. Obviously I have been near enough pretty much broke for over a year now but that did not stop me.
I enjoyed a nice relaxing summer of classic car shows and drinking absurd quantities of tea with my partners overly-relaxed father. Raymond possesses a calming aura which if you indulge in for too long sends you to sleep, hence the requirment for drinking lots of tea in his presence I suppose.
September saw the start of college which built foundations for new friendships. A few months down the line I saw Sicknote for the first time, I liked them. We said 'hello' then we made friends.
Christmas saw the highest profit margins for Mistletoe selling than ever before, with the help of a contact of mine who attends lots of Christmas fairs I was able to sell LOADS, which of course meant PRESENTS FOR EVERYONE! I went to town, literally! Making sure that I didn't buy crap for my parents (Like Joy Division Oven Gloves, or a Drillfork)
Ooh, also October.. my first LAN. Yes, above it all I am still a PC gamer from time to time and LAN events for me are like gaming holidays, simply becuase I don't game at home. I met some cool dudes who don't afraid of anything and I soon became the worst gamer they have ever seen.
Entering 2009, it was all very much college type things, with Rach being uni we saw the formation of some incredible friendships from people there... all of whom we love to PIECES! We have done all the 'May Ball' nonsense and of course took them to see Sicknote (hehehe).
As the academic year drew to a close, Rachel (my beloved) announced that she would be moving to Llanthony Priory for the duration of the summer for her new job.
Brilliant I thought!
...Until I drove there... what a pissing nightmare... It has certainly put a strain on the relationship but nothing we are unable to cope with, it's just upped petrol costs and limited our time together. I guess this means when she moves in next week it'll be twice as fun (I hope)

I'll fast forward the summer.... (zoooooooop)... The last three weeks have involved: Two festivals, a house move and a holiday! In fact, they were all within a week of each other.. The first weekend being:

NOZSTOCK:

I was not there for long, I simply showed up to dance alongside my favourite band in all of the world (by world I mean... 50 mile radius) Sicknote! Running late, I bunged my car into a muddy pile, Squoloshed out into the mud and glanced down to see it ascend my legs like some horror film demon. Mmm, candy!
I went off to the little shed to get my wrist band and fought with the hungry ground. I checked out their nice stage that appeared to be assembled from mulch and twigs. RENEWABLE I thought!
I made my way around to the backstage area, with helpful directions from Dickie who was blurting them down the phone between moments of static. I followed the distant sounds of abstract conversation down the way which led to the band and their crew of dedicated (and colourful) followers.
I bedazzled Flappy with my glowy lab coat and he was happy. Doghouse was fashioning his usual attire of pegs and badges only with the subtle change of WELLIES! I was suprised at how practical he had been, he told me that he had a caravan and that life was grand... brilliant!

We waded over to the stage where a band had just been playing to around 2 people... By this point there were about a dozen people loitering and waiting for Sicknote... Shouting exclamatories at Filthy everytime he walked on stage. (Or rather swaggered, after all he is a rock star)
Conchar looked a bit pale, but after I realised that he had had his face painted white it was okay. He was modelling his usual getup of kilt, Sicknote T-shirt, red jacket (that reminds me of either a Sgt Pepper Jacket, or something to do with Communism, I really should do my homework!) Oh and of course ANTLERS.... of course... why wouldn't he?
We waiting on the steps for Flappy to start the intro, after a bit of a fist shake towards the sound man. (Why are sound men wankers?)
Eventually Flappy pushed the button that made it all go and it was loud and there was an audience and they did dance and Conchar and I did go on stage and did start dancing and did not stop dancing until the music did stop. (fuck punctuation)

Filthy was actually drumming today (I do criticise him a bit much) and it was bloody good. Bryn was clinging to his laptop and thrashing around like a 13 year old school girl listening to McFly. P&O was pushing buttons and making visuals happen. Doghouse summoned the spirits of some agressive vocalists and pumped their feelings through his own vocal chords for maximum effect.

The crowd were unhappy when Sicknote left the stage. There were a few hundred people down there, performing a dancing ritual that resembled many people having fits in front of a stage (which is what it is really).

We ambled back to the back stage room to be greated with beer and whatnot. I couldn't drink as I was driving, everyone was chatting about godknows what, I observed this for a while before decided to head off.

I have already written about Boomtown, so won't do it again!

The house move was pretty smooth, moved in on Thursday, chucked boxes about, stayed one night, went to Boomtown until Monday. Went from there to Portsmouth with Rach, got Mike, went to Devon then came back. There was ice cream and sand castles and it was magic.

Just setting up shop now, before I'll crack on with getting Sicknote some gigs and get back into film making.. I might even do some uni work :O

PEACE!

B-b-b-boomtown Bollox?

It is rather shameful to have to start a new Blog page with a long droning rant about journalism. However, the direction of this rant may put certain concerns into perspective for you as you wonder to yourself why you are reading this ghastly article.
It all started a little over a week ago, when I was invited by my Uncle (DJ Wired) to attend the Boomtown fair with him. I accepted his kind offer and borrowed all of the necessary camping equipment from my sister.
Upon arriving we were guided by security into the production campsite and issued our 'all access' wrist bands, we set up camp and went off to explore.
The weather was very non-british, being sunny and warm for the entirety of the weekend. There were many fine local ciders to sample, a huge variety of food vendors catering to everyone's needs, and of course fantastic music all of the time. Between all of this of course was the children's area (being it was a family event) as well as the additional performers who conducted various talented shows in random locations over the period of the weekend.
Amongst the throng of artists, the ones I managed to catch consisted of: Kilnaboy, 3 Daft Monkeys, Chaz 'n' Dave, Sicknote, DJ Wired, Ska 'n' Ska, as well as many others whom I didn't catch the name of. Suffice to say that both myself and the dense crowd of dancing maniacs thoroughly enjoyed the show.
Monday morning arrived and, accompanied by our recently aquired headaches we packed our things into the car and drove home.
I utilised the rest of Monday afternoon well, by telling as many people as I could just how amazing the experience was.
I went away Monday evening with my partner for her birthday and did not return until Wednesday when... what is this? The Forest of Dean and Wye Bother Review. Their front page article consisted of less words used in Christmas Cracker jokes... but what really sickened me was the headline 'Boomtown Blitzkreig'. Surely not, I thought to myself. Obviously the newspaper was talking about ANOTHER Boomtown that had taken place on the same weekend somewhere else... Right? WRONG!

Feast your eyes upon their article, then feel free to browse the comments left by a generous few participants.. including my own (which happens to be a letter I sent to the editor)
http://www.forest-and-wye-today.co.uk/tn/

Now an obvious thought that may come into your heads is that my view on the weekend may have been bias, but thinking about it, it really wasn't. My first person perspective of the event informed that security seemed sufficient, there was policing that did not seem dogmatic and oppressive but did make you feel comfortable. No fights took place, no children cried at the side of anyone being pummled to death by armies of armoured patrolmen.... it was a completely pleasent weekend.
To summarise my first but far from final blog, I have become irritated by this article, this 'journalism' that will surely set an impression into people's minds that festivals like this are bad and should not happen again. Despite the paper agreeing to publish my letter, despite the fact that they may admit fault, the point is is that this story written by them has already had an effect on people.. and next year when proposals for another family festival go forward, I can assure you... in some little village hall somewhere around 20-30 angry residents will show up to voice their disapproval, taking with them last years local paper as proof...
...Sad, sad times.