Life. The universe. Things.
Intelligent life. But I'll settle for human beings.
I spent my formative years sitting up in bed on school nights with my headphones on, while the mighty John Peel filled my head with all manner of strange things. This had much to do with what came after...I spent seven years (1995 - 2001) promoting live music in London. To this day, strong men shudder at the memory of Nemesis Promotions, purveyors of fine rackets to the cool and discerning. I had a lot of fun, I lost spectacular amounts of money, and it was rather a relief to stop, in the end. But live music is still my main interest, and my favourite way of absorbing music.Like the man said: bring the noise.A few old favourites: Magazine. Shriekback. Pere Ubu. Wire. Public Image Limited (circa 'Metal Box'). Cabaret Voltaire (before they went all happy house on us). Old-Skool Killing Joke. Dub Syndicate. Bauhaus. Blackbeard. Banshees. Dave Bowie (before he started wearing double-glazing salesman suits). Throbbing Gristle. Yello. Big Stick. Pixies. All that splendid weird stuff on On-U Sound. Sonic Youth (especially circa 'Evol').I like a well-turned pop ditty, I like horrible fractious rackets. I like visceral darkness, I like tunes you can whistle. I like a rousing chorus, I like unashamed gleeful noise. I like both types of music: rock and roll. And most of all I like bands who do the whole bloody lot at once.A few new favourites: The Violets. These New Puritans. Selfish Cunt. Mab. Client. Psydoll. Eve Black / Eve White. Vertical Smile. Schmoof. Marsheaux. Wild Billy Childish & The Musicians Of The British Empire. The revitalized Queen Adreena, the surprising Emilie Autumn. And, of course, more... For updates on the stuff that's currently floating my boat or sinking my ship, look at Nemesis To Go . That's what it's there for...
A brief and random selection:The Nature Of Our Looking (Gilbert & George, 1970)
Mon Oncle (Jaques Tati, 1958)
The Life And Death Of Colonel Blimp (Michael Powell & Emeric Pressburger, 1943)
The Ladykillers (Alexander Mackendrick, 1955)
Ghost World (Terry Zwigoff, 2001)
More will follow here....I'll put some links in at some point, too.
I do not own a TV set. Nor should you.
Too many to mention (but maybe I'll put a few highlights here soon).Oh, look, here comes a highlight now. I've recently read this: ...which proves that humans haven't changed much, and nor has the environment they create for themselves. Walk through central London late on Saturday night, and tell me it doesn't feel like one of Hogarth's more extravagant etchings come to life...
Don't talk to me about heroes, most of these men sink like subs.