Kyu for me and you!

Kyu at the Metro.

I've only known about Kyu for about three months. Luckily though, there's no trial period for religious cults.

That's right, I consider them a religion. A fairly easy going one where I imagine the only rules are 1. to not get bread crums in the nutella jar (Bread moulds people! Don't you understand! I can't eat around the mould, it's just not right! GODDAMMIT IT'S JUST NOT RIGHT) and 2. to like their music. The later easily done.

Anyhoo, their launch is next Friday and I'm doing le merch. I use 'le' because that way my job sounds more fancy. Now I'm telling you this because it's sold out and I like to gloat.

SOLD OUT.

HAHAHAHHAHAHAHHA...HA...HAAAAAAAAAA. Yeah.

Lucky for you all, they're doing a second show at Good God Small Club on Saturday 28th October. Tickets from HERE.

So check em out here, here or here.

Yarr

My internship sent me to Melbourne on the weekend to do merch for these lovely people:



High Places - On Giving Up

Lovely people making lovely music. I don't think it gets any better.

Interpol

Collecting Spoons

I'm Down [DEMO] by The Spoon Collectors

So this may have been a while ago but, I went to the Bald Faced Stag and wrote this afterwards.

Wow, you guys get updated really fast hey? No. Well fuck you this is my blog.



The Bald Faced Stag is kind of like the that big eyed lemur in youtube videos. It's there. You want to see it but, it's just that little bit creepy lookin'.

Although with the Stag it's more the old men and the intrusive snooker players that's way creepy.

On the plus side there's bands.

I went to see JMC band The Spoon Collectors at a mates request. With a set totalling two songs I was mother fuckin' making SURE it was going to be a good night. I paid my tenner and entered the two thirds full room. The crowd was an eclectic mix of pop-tarts, hipsters and anything-core kids.

With nothing much happening on stage or just nothing interesting it was off to socialise.

Two angry hobos on and a broken table later and I was back inside.

The Spoon Collectors entered onstage to an attempted uproar of applause (Nice try kids). They started off with single 'Down'. I wasn't expecting much from them but, fuck man, these guys came together like Motley Crue and mullets.

They all rocked out simultaneously, the type of rocking out that comes from knowing you're good. And I accepted that because yes, they're good. They're style of prog-rock is new and I can't think of a band to relate them to... Maybe that's a good thing though.


The second song "carnival" started in a merry go round of crazy guitar riffs. Not as catchy as 'Down' if you don't count the start off riff but, a follow up song that shows the band has something.

They finished with a modest speech thanking organisers and bands. I noted that I wasn't thanked and therefore found that it was time to storm home in a huff or more likely finish my drink and head off to a party.

So yeah. They're good. You can check them out here.

I bet this chicks breath smells like lavender even after she's gotten trashed and vomited up last nights Quinoa. Yeah, I assume she's vegan.

Hold the Way by GROUPER



Just sayin'.

Barn Owl

I hate it when you find out about a band and you find out that they don't have the means nor do you for that matter to go see them. Damn you scientists! Where's my Jetsons travel machine?! It's 2010 and I still have to catch a plane. BOOOOOO!

Anyways. I'm doing this to you all. Welcome to band you're possibly going to get cranky that you can't go see:

Barn Owl

The Last Parade by Barn Owl




Suck it. Feel my pain bitches because these guys are wicked.

Orca Team

The Orca Team may well be my favourite Portland band. To be fair it's not a huge win. I don't know where my favourite bands are situated. But, it's still a win... unless Interpol are in Portland? No? Well Orca Team still win.

That being said, they sound dreamy.

See?



Why am I so good to you guys? Givin' you heads up on cute shit, finding you free stuff... doin' your mum... heh. No.

Anyhoo. They're on... nope. Nope, no info on their label...just says 'indie'. I'm assuming that's independent and unsigned. Woo. Screw the man Orca Team. SCREW. THE. MAN.

Just kidding. ORCA TEAM guys! ORCA Team.

I'm not really going anywhere with this. I just can't seem to finish. BLAHHH!

-Fin-

Cat Cat

I stumbled upon Cat Cat this morning through Die! Die! Die!'s comment section. This chick said something funny and so I clicked on her page and she liked this other band so I looked through her pages... never mind.

Main thing is I found them. They're not the easiest to google info about due to Cat being a very googled word 'I has cheeseburger' anyone? You get my point.

Anyways, they have a couple of Youtube viddys which, I'll post below and some great songs which I won't post below because I'm technologically challenged...



They have an EP called 'Dig Mountains' (2009) out through Birds Love Fighting.

Good news about it too... it's free. Besides, who doesn't love music that can be described as Kraut Rock? Eh? Eh?

You get my point...

Wild Beasts

Hey hey,

So it was my birthday last week and in addition a great day, a lovely party with friends and many nice well wishes I received some awesome gifts. One of which was Wild Beasts - Two Dancers.



Can you fall in love with a disc?

Hell yeah, you can.

What was even better was the link that was posted on my facebook wall later in the night after receiving the mother flipping drool worthy cd. (BUY IT)

The link was for an amazing taping of Wild Beasts in Williamsburg.

Once i'd nabbed the recording I started to check out nyctaper.

Goodies to be had. So check them out.

Let me repeat myself just in case too.

GOODIES TO BE HAD!

Yep.

A Dead Forest Index amaze me. Very much.

A Dead Forest Index - Into The Flood

Wow. I really can't say any more, I just really want to see these guys.

Ripping Dylans. Online Store. Finally...

Three EP's.


Eh? Eh?

Statement about Good God

Dear Good God Small Club,

While it was nice to know that you let the boys from Mumford and Sons put the moves on you in the basement of La Campana, I thought you slutted it up a bit much.

You just spread your legs and let everyone in. I mean, please, Five bands and how many audience members?

You packed a lot into such a tight space...if you know what I mean...

You don't?

Oh...

Well, you see... 5 songs a band... not exactly time to make love to the audience there. Just crash, strum, thankyou man.

I didn't see it all happen but, from what I did see, I thought maybe Boy and Bear must be used to the premature ending because they pulled off really well, leaving you a little wet between the ooh ahh, kind of panting for more.

Others like the man who's name you cannot remember (and for good reason too) seemed to just prod you, not really breaking through. Not to mention he was a little rude... yeah, hardly even a hello.

Sherlocks Daughter tried though. They attempted to make love to you with the crazy noise and the vocals (althought the mating ritual happening between two of the band members on stage might have left you feeling a little unwanted... she might as well have marked her territory on him).

All in all, you made everyone feel claustrophobic and a little uneasy. I really think you need your throat checked too, because the crap coming out of that was God aweful. You were distorted at times.

I think maybe you should drop everyone a line before we got to an intimate booty call and realise it's actually an out of control orgy.

Jus' Sayin'.

Love Marie