悪魔のうた

Been listening to heaps of Big Boi and Murs (with 9th Wonder). Loving the hip-hop much too much recently. I think I might listen to Chuck Berry or Little Richard on the train tomorrow. That's pretty rock 'n' roll, right? I think "Sir Lucious Left Foot...The Son Of Chico Dusty" is my album of the year. I listened to it on repeat today. It was fly like a falcon. Oooh, I got a back-up plan to the back-up plan to back-up my back-up plan. One, and two, and you know what to do MOTHERFUCKER, LET'S GO!



Aaaah, Wata-san, such a pretty lady. Yes, I am just listening to Boris right now. They're so fucking amazing. I wish I could drone like them.

And so I'm in my Japanese tutorial and this hot chick walks in and sits down. That's it. I am like surrounded by attractive women, which is all well and good, but I honestly do not give any amount of shits about getting a grill. I mean in a serious relationship and hookin' up wif da hoez in da club. I just don't want to try. So what if I haven't made out in a few months, don't care. So what if I'm not grinding on some bitch with a filthily short skirt on a dancefloor, don't care. So what if I'm not chatting up that hot chick because I bought her a drink, don't care. I'd only buy a girl I know and enjoy the company of a drink. I'm cool like that. Yeah, fuck the hoes. Fuck the haters. Yeah...shut up kid.



Oh, so yeah, I went and saw Kasabian last Saturday. It was pretty fantastic.

Little Red played first. I fucking love Little Red and think they are one of the greatest bands in Sydney right now, so seeing them back from an absence in 2009 made me outrageously happy. They were on top form, slamming out the 50s-inspired tunes with glee and energy. They were better than ever and I will now see them at probably every given opportunity.

Kasabian raised the fucking roof from the get-go. "Shoot The Runner" started the brilliant night and shit was off the chain. The band played fantastically, performed with genuine interest and excitement and made the crowd go off, tits and all (srsly, there were boobies). The slower songs in the middle of the set were still great because that trumpeter was brilliant and did some great melodic stuff, which generally contrasted to the drunk Englishmen who swamped the Hordern in full force. They ended the set with "Club Foot" (<3) and then slammed out a quick encore which concluded the show with "LSF" which the departing crowd chanted for at least fifteen minutes throughout the Entertainment Quater. It was amazing. That has never happened to me and probably never will again because I don't go to many gigs where the crowd is 50% British ex-pats. What a gas.



Kasabian - LSF

Hyperstimulation

Pavement:

And so began my tri-fector of alternative rock gods concerts. Enmore Theatre, 4/3/2010, about 7:30pm from recollection. After a pleasant walk down Enmore Road and waiting in the line for a little bit, we set up camp at a lovely spot on the barrier at the back half of the floor. After Gursey (what the fuck's a Gursey?) and a beer, I was internally jumping with excitement to see Ol' Malky & Co rock the shit. And rock the shit they did. A surprisingly long two hour set filled with material from their entire career was just a hilarious and fantastic experience. Malkmus is just too dopey on stage, star-jumping with chord changes and just lank-ing around in general. The stage lights were nice and pretty, with fairy lights webbed across the roof. I thoroughly enjoyed this show, specifically the songs I knew (uh-oh, just sounded like a poser fag) like "Cut Your Hair", "Summer Babe" and "Conduit For Sale!".



Dinosaur Jr.

And so the trilogy continues with Dinosaur Jr. at The Metro on March 11th. Made some friends in the line who had driven down from Newcastle for the spectacle and they were pretty hilarious dudes. Some mediocre support from Bed Wettin' Bad Boys and a Melbourne "alternative guy" shitstorm from Deaf Wish destroyed my ears well before J, Lou and Murph had the opportunity to. However, Dino Jr. were just so fucking loud that my ears became even more fucked. It was just so loud. With a killer spot right on the front barrier just in front of Lou Barlow, the gig was an experience unmatched by anyone else I've seen. Screaming at Lou and J along with all the other drunkards (we weren't intoxicated) requesting "The Leper" and "Forget The Swan", a twelve-minute solo and "Freak Scene", this had it all. A lovely encore of "Kracked", "Sludgefeast" and "The Lung" polished off what was an unbelievably radical time. I regret not buying the Green Mind t-shirt. Because I had no money. D':



Newcastle buddies.



Pixies

And so the conclusion, Pixies at The Hordern Pavillion on the 15th. This place is officially my least favourite venue now. Fuck, being such a short arse I can't see shit. Anyways, THEART were initially promising, giving a bit 'o "fuck yeah rock'n'roll" vibe but ended up being trash, with samey songs and shithouse lyrics. Then we saw Murray from The Wiggles and Harry and I were all "OMG IT'S FUCKING MURRAY!" and that was all well and good. We shuffled into the mosh (I would say about 2/5ths back) and settled in expectantly. They projected the surrealist film "Un chien Andalou", a source of inspiration from not only "Debaser" but I guess the album as a whole. Masked by backlighting, the silhouetted figures opened the show with B-sides such as "Manta Ray" and "Bailey's Walk" and then they kicked into "Doolittle". This is when the show picked up because I don't care too much for those B-sides. Two planned encores and the show ended with "Vamos" and "Where Is My Mind?" and they were all well and dandy. This show was a bit of a let-down for me. Mainly because I couldn't see shit (no-ones fault really) but the backlight silhouetting effect just pissed me off. Also it was no where near loud enough (no tinnitus post-gig) and it just seemed a little tired really (bar Joe's solo in "Vamos" which was bound to rule ass). Overall, it's a bit unfortunate it was $93.