Archive for November, 2008


My Year in Lists

This is a post to let you know about upcoming year-end attractions here at CTRNR. Considering it’s nearing the end of the year, all music nerds are furiously compiling their lists – best singles, best albums, best artists. Since this is my first time doing it, I’m both a bit overwhelmed and excited. I’m pretty much like the music nut characters in High Fidelity, so I’m sure it will be fun. I have approximately 130 albums to consider, but I will attempt to be as thorough as possible, or die trying, or try dying, or do some tie dying.

Mark the following events on your calendar:

The November 23 edition of Everyday is Like Sunday, Except for Blue Monday and Ruby Tuesday, and…Well, Friday I’m in Love will feature some top songs of 2008.

Beginning November 28, every Friday until the new year will feature five albums in my Top 25 Albums of 2008 Countdown.

And finally, the last three Sundays of the year will feature the annual weekly mix round-up, where you will be able to download all of the year’s mixes.

Also, if you feel so inclined, you can vote for your top 10 songs from the shortlist (or not so shortlist) below to have your voice heard for the Festive 50 at the lovely Contrast Podcast. Once you’ve compiled your list, email it to by November 24. You may also give one song a negative vote if you are rather crotchety like me.

A.A. Bondy – Witness Blues (Daytrotter Session)
AC/DC – Rock n’ Roll Train
Aimee Mann – Freeway
Arms – Kids Aflame
Beck – Gamma Ray
Ben Folds – Hiroshima (B B B Benny Hit His Head)
Ben Folds – The Frown Song
Ben Folds – You Don’t Know Me
Billy Bragg – I Keep faith (solo version)
Billy Bragg – Old Clash Fan Fight Song
Bloc Party – Mercury
Bob Mould – The Silence Between Us
Brendan Canning – Hit The Wall
British Sea Power – Atom
British Sea Power – No Lucifer
British Sea Power – Waving Flags
Cat power – New York
Chad VanGaalen – Willow Tree
Coldplay – Viva La Vida
CSS – Rat Is Dead (Rage)
Dark Dark Dark – Junk Bones
David Byrne & Brian Eno – Strange Overtones
Death Cab For Cutie – I will Possess Your Heart
Death Cab For Cutie – You Can Do Better Than Me
Death Cab For Cutie – Your New Twin Size Bed
Delta Spirit – People C’Mon
DeVotchKa – Blessing In Disguise
DeVotchKa – The Clockwise Witness
Double Dagger – Catalogs
Elbow – Grounds for Divorce
Elbow – On a Day Like This
Elvis Costello and The Imposters – Stella Hurt
Felice Brothers – Frankie’s Gun!
Felice Brothers – Greatest Show on Earth
Fleet Foxes – blue ridge mountains
Fleet Foxes – He Doesn’t Know Why
Fleet Foxes – Mykonos
Fleet Foxes – White Winter Hymnal
Flight Of The Conchords – Business Time
Flight Of The Conchords – Ladies Of The World
Fred – Fear
Frightened Rabbit – Fast Blood
Frightened Rabbit – Good Arms Vs. Bad Arms
Frightened Rabbit – Keep Yourself Warm
Frightened Rabbit – My Backwards Walk
Frightened Rabbit – Poke
Frightened Rabbit – The Modern Leper
Frightened Rabbit – The Twist
Girl Talk – Play Your Part (Pt. 1)
Glasvegas – Daddy’s Gone
Glasvegas – Geraldine
Half Man Half Biscuit – National Shite Day
Half Man Half Biscuit – Totnes Bickering Fair
Hello Saferide – Anna
Hercules & Love Affair – Blind
Hot Chip – Ready For The Floor
Ida Maria – I Like You So Much Better When You Are Naked
Ida Maria – Oh My God
Isobel Campbell and Mark Lanegan – The Flame That Burns
Jenny Lewis – Acid Tongue
Jenny Lewis – Carpetbaggers
Jukebox the Ghost – Hold it In
Keane – Spiralling
Lykke Li – Little Bit
M.I.A. – Paper Planes
M83 – Kim & Jessie
Manhattan Love Suicides – Jonny Boy
Mates of State – My Only Offer
Melody Gardot – Love Me Like A River Does
MGMT – Electric Feel
MGMT – Kids
MGMT – Time To Pretend
My Morning Jacket – Evil Urges
My Morning Jacket – I’m Amazed
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds – Albert Goes West
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds – Dig!!! Lazarus, Dig!!!
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds – Midnight Man
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds – We Call Upon The Author
Northern Portrait – I Give You Two Seconds To Entertain Me
Okkervil River – Lost Coastlines
Okkervil River – On Tour With Zykos
Orphans and Vandals – Mysterious Skin
Panic at the Disco – Nine in the Afternoon
Panic at the Disco – That Green Gentleman (Things Have Changed)
Paul Weller – Have You Made Up Your Mind
Port O’Brien – I Woke Up Today
Portishead – The Rip
R.E.M. – Hollow Man
R.E.M. – Living Well Is the Best Revenge
R.E.M. – Supernatural Superserious
religious knives – basement watch
Robert Parker Vaughan – Crack Her Smile
Santogold – I’m A Lady
Santogold – L.E.S. Artistes
Santogold – Lights Out
School of Language – Rockist
She & Him – Why Do You Let Me Stay Here?
Shearwater – Rooks
Sigur Ros – All Alright
Sigur Ros – Festival
Sigur Ros – Gobbledigook
Sigur Ros – Inní mér syngur vitleysingur
Thao Nyugen – Bag Of Hammers
The Airborne Toxic Event – Sometime Around Midnight
The Fall – 50 Year Old Man
The Hold Steady – Ask Her For Adderall
The Hold Steady – Constructive Summer
The Hold Steady – Sequestered in Memphis
The Hold Steady – Stay Positive
The Just Joans – What D We Do Now
The Raconteurs – Carolina Drama
The Raconteurs – Salute Your Solution
The Roy Hargrove Quintet – Strasbourg/St Denis
The Shortwave Set – No Social
The Stills – Being Here
The Wedding Present – Boo Boo
The Wedding Present – Don’t Take Me Home Until I’m Drunk
The Wedding Present – Spiderman On Hollywood
The Weeks – Buttons
The Weepies – Antarctica
The Whigs – Right Hand on My Heart
The Young Knives – Up All Night
They Might Be Giants – Seven Days Of The Week (I Never Go To Work)
TV On The Radio – Golden Age
Vampire Weekend – A-Punk
Vampire Weekend – Cape Cod Kwassa Kwassa
Vampire Weekend – Oxford Comma
Vampire Weekend – The Kids Dont Stand A Chance
Vanilla Swingers – I’ll Stay Next To You
Vivian Girls – Where Do You Run To
Weezer – Pork and Beans
Wreckless Eric & Amy Rigby – Here Comes My Ship

Have fun compiling your lists as I finish up mine.

Everyday is Like Sunday, Except for Blue Monday and Ruby Tuesday, and…Well, Friday I’m in Love: Weekly Mix #43

What constitutes celebrity? I suppose fame is the main element because there are plenty of famous people who didn’t do anything noteworthy or particularly unique, but still managed to enter the world’s consciousness. It seems that as long as lots of other people have an interest in what you do or wear on a daily basis, you’re a celebrity.

I had always been aware of those celebrity tabloid magazines like Star, US, etc. because my mom bought them occasionally, and then I saw them all the time when I started working at a bookstore. It got to the point where I was physically revolted by them and hated the piles of them accumulating in the staff room. I haven’t looked at one, let alone opened one, for several years because I’m just completely uninterested and I can’t possibly treat it as harmless junk food for the mind anymore. The same goes for entertainment news shows – 99% of the stories they report are NOT news. I have a limited capacity for brain space, so I don’t intend to fill it with scraps of useless information about vapid people that have overstayed their fifteen minutes by several years. That goes for all those horrible shows which, predicated on schadenfreude, bring back celebrities that everybody forgot about a long time ago.

Rant over. This mix features celebrities of several types: musicians, politicians, artists, actors/actresses, television presenters, photographers, and even one magician. My favourite track of them all is the tongue-in-cheek Andrew Ridgeley by Black Box Recorder, an ode to the ill-fated half of Wham who is pretty much famous for not being famous. The fact Andrew Ridgeley is then connected to the collapse of the Tories is a rather brilliant layer to the song. Also, just to clarify, I’m including The Smiths’ William, It Was Really Nothing on the basis that one rumour dictates it may have been about Billy Mackenzie of The Associates. (TRIVIA: The Cure’s Cut Here is about Mackenzie’s suicide.) This mix is called Andy Warhol Grossly Underestimated.

Buddy Holly – Weezer

Paul Simon – The Russian Futurists

Bowie Eyes – The Very Sexuals

Prince Harry – Soho Dolls

Down With Prince – Hot Chip

Michael Douglas – Neon Neon

Richard Nixon Died Today – Negativland

Johnny Cash – Sons & Daughters

Elvis – These New Puritans

Man Ray – The Futureheads

When Tom Cruise Cries – The Rakes

Lighten Up, Morrissey – Sparks

Kevin Carter – Manic Street Preachers

Andrew Ridgeley – Black Box Recorder

Molly Ringwald – Strawberry Story

William, It Was Really Nothing – The Smiths

Where’s Bill Grundy Now? – Television Personalities

Whatever Happened to Corey Haim? – The Thrills

Andy Warhol – David Bowie

Levi Stubbs’ Tears – Billy Bragg

Clint Eastwood – Gorillaz

Dietrich/Fondyke (A Brief History of Movie Music) – Jobriath

Houdini – Kate Bush

2HB – Roxy Music


Babbling Beauty: Allegories’ Surreal Auteur

Though the Hamilton band Allegories has apparently been popping up on various blogs and on CBC Radio 3 many months ago, I only just discovered them and their debut album Surreal Auteur, and I’m thoroughly impressed. The band, which consists of Adam Bentley and Jordan Mitchell, have created a sonic epic that is naturally human in its myriad unnatural sounds. Like their name, Allegories can be so many things at once, whole yet apart. Surreal Auteur‘s twelve tracks are split into three movements: Grand Ascension (Curtains), Marvellous Man & Mouse and Worthy Conclusion for Zanglust Our Hero. According to Allegories’ MySpace, the narrative of the album begins thusly:

The story of Zanglust has persevered through the ages to become a legend of downy softness proportions. His life became an inspiration to over a million ants. Our story begins at the Crustacean Circus, with the most renowned antcrobats of the time. The tragedy opens with Zip and Zap Lust letting their obsession with public fornication accidentally destroy their lives.

How could that not grab my attention? The story continues with equal measures absurdity and whimsy, a mixture that reminds me a bit of The Mighty Boosh. You can read the entire story here. In regards to the music: while there is definite homage paid to the prominent shoegazers and dreampoppers, including My Bloody Valentine, Sigur Ros and Cocteau Twins, the way this album flows seamlessly into itself and its sense of sonic storytelling reminds me of Mew’s And the Glass Handed Kites. Because of this seamlessness, I’m not going to discuss each track individually; rather, I will go by each major section.

The album’s first section, including Acro(bat)/When I Hold My Breath, Like This; Shaking Like a Leaf; Surf’s Out/The Tumult; and Stage Fright, begins with a swell of violins and liquified noise, soon to be joined by gentle, cooing vocals that reverberate like whale communication in the placid depths. The mood gradually shifts into sunny piano and cymbal flourishes like someone pushing and propelling him/herself to the surface. The atmosphere becomes darker as small clicks of feedback occur over a backdrop of low tones and surges before expanding into clarity and majesty once more. About fourteen minutes into the album, a militant dirge starts up, which is intermittently disturbed by dissonant guitar chords and draped with haunting voices before descending into a void.

The second section, which includes Summer Market, Winter Racket; Aww, Ooo, and Others/The Orchid and The Epiphyte/The Burying of the Hatchet (Mike Love’s Back); Killed a Carrot; and Peaches, begins with another surge, frosted with bells and laced with dreamy vocals, and the airiness is supported by the earthiness of strummed guitar. The music eddies and swirls until it feels like you’re being drawn into whirlpool of otherwise dark, brackish water. And the chorus of voices sound like they are celebrating before distilling themselves into an acapella bridge. Then the music slows down and a low, knocking rhythm pulses beneath the surface like violet veins. As the music comes down again, buzzes and clicks step to the foreground only to be superceded by the serene plinking of strings – this particular portion makes me think of a verdant rainforest, pregnant with moisture and the subtle movement of fauna. The sonic landscape then collapses in on itself in chaotic gasps and unsettling, garbled noise until flatlining into a faint buzz.

The final section, which consists of Grass Toboggan; Zanglust/Tom’s a Ladder; Fish Water Desert Trapeze; and Acro(nym), vibrates to life with frenzied hums and calming vocal tones. As the impatient, tapping of snares pushes the rhythm along, the music bursts into bloom in flashes of sonic watercolour. Then, like the tuning in of a radio dial, snatches of voices and squeals of different songs, stitched together by static, converge into a postmodern symphony of sorts. While vocals murmur to themselves, beeps and whizzes creep in over top of broader, cavernous echoes – scrambled signals across a universe as black as a dilated pupil. Just as metal clanks of what sounds like tools edges in, the music abruptly changes tack into a gliding lullaby. Breathy vocals careen about the stratosphere, unfurling themselves like feathery wings. Entering into the final phase of the album, the music hovers low like mist in a valley. Voices of different tones compete with each other in a euphoric cacophony before drifting into pulses and white-hot feedback.

You can stream the entire album here and then buy it here. Many of those who have already reviewed this album have compared it to being in the womb, and I can definitely see their point; there is something distinctly alive about this album. It seethes with natural sounds that are run through a prism that simultaneously divides and conjoins in an imperfect symmetry. There’s a method and harmony to the nonsense. Surreal Auteur speaks a primordial language as beautiful as the first strains of people finding their tongues at the Tower of Babel.

Summer Market, Winter Racket – Allegories

Shaking Like a Leaf – Allegories


Lest We Forget Our Nature

Conflict is a major part of human nature – it has been present since there were human beings and it is a fundamental part of our lives. There would be no stories without it – characters must fight against something otherwise there’s no point to the story. It is also the way we make decisions and understand things – dialectic can be very beneficial for teasing out complicated problems. However, the one problem humans have never solved is how to stop their natural propensity for conflict from escalating into full-blown violent conflict.

Wars and battles litter history with corpses around the world with the main shift being weaponry. Weapons grew more and more efficient just as the propaganda elements that accompany war grew more and more sophisticated. Most wars today are fought via information – ideology and psychology are the prime weapons of choice. Just take a glance at an American PSYOP manual. If you persuade an enemy to give up before he/she even begins to fight, then you have conquered humans more totally than if you had destroyed their bodies. Humans constantly reassemble themselves into power structures with the goal of having more power over another, thus nations do the same for the exact same reasons on a global scale. I’m cynical enough to think this will never stop. My only hope is that more nations will opt for imperfect diplomacy over the staggering cost of war. It is the equivalency of two people having a heated argument rather than stepping outside and beating each other up.

I’m a believer in education and critical thinking. Young people need to be supplied with challenges that force them to think about a problem from all sides. Wearing a poppy for one week a year is far less important than continually teaching youth about the root and persistence of war. They need to see why it happens and they need to see the fact that it always happens. They also need to know that terms like democracy and freedom are loaded terms ready for people in power to aim and fire. And that patriotism can so easily slip into inhumane scapegoating. It would be nice if inhumane would actually mean what it’s supposed to, but I fear that being human is often what is associated with the most inhumane attributes. The semantics of the words humane and inhumane assume that humans are naturally moral, naturally progressive. It’s hard to see much truth in that when you look at the big picture of war and power struggle.

People often seem to worry that once veterans of the two World Wars have died, Remembrance Day will seem less tangible, less significant for newer generations. I don’t think that will be the reason for younger people’s lack of concern for soldiers and war. Frankly, as a child, Remembrance Day didn’t ever have a huge impact on me even with veterans present at the school assembly. Until war drops on your doorstep, you’ll never fully understand its full import. Most of us are quite complacently insulated from the violent conflicts currently happening – they’re in the Middle East, Africa, South America, and Asia. Yes, we hear story after story in the news about people fighting and dying, but only until we are desensitized enough to see them as merely stories. After all, stories aren’t stories without conflict.

Remembrance Day – B-Movie

Poppy Day – Siouxsie and the Banshees


Everyday is Like Sunday, Except for Blue Monday and Ruby Tuesday, and…Well, Friday I’m in Love: Weekly Mix #42

After a crazy, balmy, 18°C day at the beginning of last week, the week ended with a classic Winnipeg twist: rain, sleet and snow. There’s now no doubt that it’s winter again. I am also currently typing this post with nine fingers because I sprained one of them whilst helping my parents shovel out our entire townhouse condo complex (a job they take on most years for extra cash). I suppose it was the chipping away at layers of ice beneath the snow that did it. Fortunately, the finger I can’t bend right now is one of my middle ones.

Canada, and Winterpeg specifically, gets quite the reputation for being cold, but if anything, it just makes us stronger. I discovered this fact when I was living in Ontario last winter – as others scurried around like the world was ending when the temperature dropped to -28°C, I walked calmly to school. To someone who used to wait for the bus in -50°C (with the wind chill factor), it was business as usual. And while other cities shut down when too much snow falls, we all dig ourselves out and continue. It takes a fair bit to get things to shut down here. Don’t get me wrong. I still don’t like winter and could do without it for the six months it resides here. And most of the winter, I hibernate next to the fireplace with a hot chocolate and a book. My days of tobogganing, snow fort construction, snowshoeing, skiing and ice skating are long over. Instead, I will make music mixes. This one’s called Big Black Scissor Bite. And as an additional note, I edited the Manics’ Winterlovers so that the pesky Working Class Hero hidden track isn’t attached to it.

Tundra Rap – The Mighty Boosh

What the Snowman Learned About Love – Stars

Out There On the Ice – Cut Copy

Winter’s Memory of Summer – The Delays

Iceblink Luck – Cocteau Twins

L’heure d’hiver – Little Nemo

Snow Showers – Trembling Blue Stars

Neighbourhood #1 (Tunnels) – Arcade Fire

January’s Little Joke – Trashcan Sinatras

Snowflake – Mew

White Winter Hymnal – Fleet Foxes

The Throat of Winter – T.Rex

The Fox in the Snow – Belle & Sebastian

Song For the Winter Sun – The Loom

Wait For the Wintertime – Yeasayer

Winter’s Coming – Temposhark

Winterlovers – Manic Street Preachers

Under Ice – Kate Bush

Coma – Bella Koshka

Other Cars Go – It Hugs Back

Winter – The Sound

In the Cold I’m Standing – M83

Glosoli – Sigur Ros


More Blistering Identitätkampf: IAMX’s New Single

I’ve been waiting for this for over a year. IAMX has just released a new single today, Think of England, and it’s available for free download. It is the first new material since 2006’s sophomore album The Alternative. With the introduction of the single, there has come a new colour scheme and style for the MySpace page – gone are the yellow and black, replaced with red and muted grey. The single itself is a shift in mood – gone is the dark cabaret, instead there is a rather insistent, urgent sense of wild escape.

If anything, it is a natural progression. The debut album Kiss + Swallow was generally a slower, seedy affair, oozing sexual deviance and desire. Then The Alternative came with its cabaret image and feel, but with an extra punch of raspy, vicious need that pervaded most tracks, including the incredible title track. Now, the energy has continued to escalate with syncopated rhythm and high-pitched, brain-searing synths, pushing both speed and sonic limits. Additionally, Corner’s vocals continue to careen between delicate vulnerability and desperate power, but paired with the intensity of the music, they have become even more frenzied than in previous material. As for the content of Thinking of England, Chris Corner has always been rather vocal about why he left England, and more specifically London, for Berlin. I feel like this song is part of that declaration and that necessary separation from older identities and lifestyles. IAMX continues to be an identity project.

According to IAMX’s blog (with its idiosyncratic use of the caps lock), Chris Corner has been in the process of choosing which direction this project should go in and has solicited feedback from his fans (of which there is a rather intense cultish following). As vocal as he has been about moving to Germany, he has been equally outspoken about staying independent and DIY. He has mused over the dilemma of the independent artist:
And ideas of a new Web site:
Judging by the responses (myself included), there will always be conflicts of opinion, and by opening himself up to the floodgates of input, Corner will have many things to think about and consider. My only hope is that he remains as honest as he can within a framework that represents all he wishes to be. The fact he wants to create such a symbiosis between fan and artist is inspiring – he is definitely a pioneer in this brave new world of major label collapse.
If you’re lucky enough to live or be in Europe within the next four months, you’ll be able to see IAMX on tour, where more new material will be unveiled. Also, if you are the consummate IAMX fan, get yourself here to pre-order the Live in Warsaw album, which will only be released in Poland on November 14. I eagerly await a third album. Until then I will keep listening to this new anthem to Identitätkampf. All of us IAMX fans will be basking in the pyre of the past and dancing on the grave of the music industry. You are not alone at the frontline.

Think of England – IAMX

i-Polaroids – IAMX


May Richey Be With You

I woke up this morning to the following message in my email:

Hello everyone

We thought you would like to know that we have been making music. We have been in the studio with Mr Steve Albini recording live – to tape – analogue – no digital hiss – no Pro Tools – no safety nets. Quite scary, daunting but invigorating. All the songs we are recording are lyrics left to us by Richey. Finally it feels like the right time to use them (especially after the last 18 months being so amazing with Send Away The Tigers). Musically, in many ways it feels like a follow up to the Holy Bible but there is also an acoustic side – tender, romantic, nihilism, “Small Black Flowers That Grow In The Sky” esque. It’s a record that celebrates the genius of his words, full of love, anger, intelligence and respect. We have to make this great. Wish us luck. We hope to release the record next April or May. The working titles are “Journal for Plague Lovers” or “I Know I Believe In Nothing But It Is My Nothing”.

Love Nicky, James and Sean.

Of course it is a missive from the Manic Street Preachers, and it made an otherwise depressing day so much brighter. So much so that I had to read it a few times to ensure that it actually said all those things in the same message. For hardcore fans of the Manics, the fact these lyrics are finally going to be released is hugely exciting even if James, Nicky and Sean are making some pretty big promises musically. To follow up the masterpiece that is The Holy Bible, would definitely be a daunting feat, especially with fans like me waiting with bated breath and ready to seize on any possible blasphemy. If it goes wrong, there’s a lot at stake – indeed, they must make it great. Although a couple of points demonstrate that they are at the very least heading in the right direction: Steve Albini as producer and recording analogue rather than digital. I really want something raw from the Manics again, and I’m hoping the spirit of Richey will infuse the project with that much missed ingredient. I want them to tear my face off again. I want the frustrated mess. I want the unadulterated, naked fury. I need it.

To tide us all over til next spring, I’m including a couple tracks from The Holy Bible and one of the b-sides from Revol. Lest we forget what is possible from them.

If hospitals cure, then prisons must bring their pain. Do not be ashamed to slaughter. The centre of humanity is cruelty. There is never redemption. – Archives of Pain

Yes – Manic Street Preachers

Of Walking Abortion (Radio 1 Evening Session) – Manic Street Preachers

Too Cold Here – Manic Street Preachers

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Gigs Attended

Arcade Fire w/ Bell Orchestre + Wolf Parade (2005)

Arctic Monkeys w/ Reverend and the Makers (2007)

Austra w/ Young Galaxy + Tasseomancy (2011)

Big Audio Dynamite (2011)

Billy Bragg w/ Ron Hawkins (2009)

Billy Idol w/ Bif Naked (2005)

Bloc Party w/ Hot Hot Heat (2009)

Buzzcocks w/ The Dollyrots (2010)

Damo Suzuki (2012)

David Bowie w/ The Polyphonic Spree (2004)

Diamond Rings w/ PS I Love You + The Cannon Bros. (2011)

Diamond Rings w/ Gold & Youth (2012)

Dragonette w/ Ruby Jean & the Thoughtful Bees (2009)

Frank Turner w/ The Cavaliers (2010)

Frank Turner w/ Into It Over It + Andrew Jackson Jihad (2011)

Franz Ferdinand w/ Think About Life (2009)

Gang of Four w/ Hollerado (2011)

Good Shoes w/ The Moths + The Envelopes (2007)

Hot Hot Heat w/ The Futureheads + Louis XIV (2005)

IAMX w/ closethuman (2007)

IAMX w/ Coma Soft + The Hourly Radio (2007)

Interpol (2007)

Janelle Monae w/ Roman GianArthur (2012)

Joel Plaskett Emergency w/ Frank Turner (2012)

Jonathan Richman (2011)

Keane w/ Lights (2009)

Lou Reed w/ Buke and Gass (2011)

Manic Street Preachers w/ Fear of Music (2007)

Manic Street Preachers w/ Bear Hands (2009)

Manic Street Preachers at Wanaja Festival (2011)

Mother Mother w/ Old Folks Home (2009)

Mother Mother w/ Whale Tooth (2011)

Mother Mother w/ Hannah Georgas (2012)

MSTRKRFT w/ Felix Cartal (2008)

Muse (2004)

Nine Inch Nails w/ Death From Above 1979 + Queens of the Stone Age (2005)

of Montreal w/ Janelle Monae (2010)

Owen Pallett w/ Little Scream (2010)

Patrick Wolf w/ Bishi (2007)

Prince (2011)

Pulp w/ Grace Jones, TV on the Radio, The Hives, The Horrors, Metronomy, Devotcka, Vintage Trouble (2011)

Rufus Wainwright w/ Teddy Thompson (2010)

Snow Patrol w/ Embrace (2005)

Snow Patrol w/ OK Go + Silversun Pickups (2007)

Sons and Daughters w/ Bodies of Water (2008)

Stars w/ Thurston Revival (2006)

Stars w/ The Details (2008)

Stars (2010)

Steven Severin (2010)

Stroszek (2007)

The Antlers w/ Haunter (2012)

The Flaming Lips w/ Ariel Pink's Haunted Graffiti (2010)

The Jesus and Mary Chain w/ Nightbox (2012)

The Killers w/ Ambulance Ltd (2004)

The New Pornographers w/ Novillero (2008)

The New Pornographers w/ The Mountain Goats (2010)

The Ordinary Boys w/ Young Soul Rebels (2006)

The Pains of Being Pure at Heart w/ Suun (2011)

The Rakes w/ The Young Knives (2006)

The Raveonettes w/ Black Acid (2008)

The Stills w/ Gentleman Reg (2009)

The Subways w/ The Mad Young Darlings (2006)

Tokyo Police Club w/ Smoosh + Attack in Black (2008)

TV on the Radio w/ The Dirty Projectors (2009)

Yann Tiersen w/ Breathe Owl Breathe (2011)

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The only certain thing that is left about me

There is no part of my body that has not been used

Pity or pain, to show displeasure's shame

Everyone I've loved or hated always seems to leave


So I turned myself to face me

But I've never caught a glimpse

Of how the others must see the faker

I'm much too fast to take that test

The Smiths Queen is Dead

A dreaded sunny day

So let's go where we're happy

And I meet you at the cemetry gates

Oh, Keats and Yeats are on your side

A dreaded sunny day

So let's go where we're wanted

And I meet you at the cemetry gates

Keats and Yeats are on your side

But you lose 'cause weird lover Wilde is on mine

The Clash London Calling

When they kick at your front door

How you gonna come?

With your hands on your head

Or on the trigger of your gun


Charles Windsor, who's at the door

At such an hour, who's at the door

In the back of an old green Cortina

You're on your way to the guillotine

Here the rabble comes

The kind you hoped were dead

They've come to chop, to chop off your head


Then you came with your breezeblocks

Smashing up my face like a bus-stop

You think you're giving

But you're taking my life away


Won't someone give me more fun?

(and the skin flies all around us)

We kiss in his room to a popular tune

Oh, real drowners


Don't walk away

In silence

See the danger

Always danger

Endless talking

Life rebuilding

Don't walk away

Walk in silence

Don't turn away in silence

Your confusion

My illusion

Worn like a mask of self-hate

Confronts and then dies

Don't walk away


You don't want to hurt me

But see how deep the bullet lies

Unaware I'm tearing you asunder

Oh there is thunder in our hearts

Is there so much hate for the ones we love

Tell me we both matter don't we

The Associates Affectionate

I don't know whether

To over or under estimate you

Whether to over or under estimate you

For when I come over

You then put me under

Personal taste is a matter of gender


I wake at dusk to go alone without a light

To the unknown

I want this night inside of me

I want to feel

I want this speeding

I want that speeding


You'll never live like common people

You'll never do what common people do

You'll never fail like common people

You'll never watch your life slide out of view

And dance and drink and screw

Because there's nothing else to do

Vanilla Swingers

All I have is words, words that don't obtain

And I feel I'm a stain on your horizon

So I stay away - it's easier that way

And there won't be no-one I need to rely on

Is it him, is it me

Or is there something only I can see

How did I get here, why do we blow around like straw dogs on the breeze

I'm a special one, what they used to say

But I've to stay on, finish levels-A

You don't need exams when you've read John Gray

The Indelicates American Demo

And nobody ever comes alive

And the journalists clamour round glamour like flies

And boys who should know better grin and get high

With fat men who once met the MC5

And no one discusses what they don't understand

And no one does anything to harm the brand

And this gift is an illusion, this isn't hard

Absolutely anyone can play the fucking guitar

JAMC Darklands

And we tried so hard

And we looked so good

And we lived our lives in black


Plucked her eyebrows on the way

Shaved her leg and then he was a she

She says, hey babe,

Take a walk on the wild side

Said, hey honey, take a walk on the wild side


Hide on the promenade

Etch a postcard:

How I dearly wish I was not here

In the seaside town...that they forgot to bomb

Come, come, come - nuclear bomb


Back when we were kids

We would always know when to stop

And now all the good kids are messing up

Nobody has gained or accomplished anything

Wire Pink Flag

Prices have risen since the government fell

Casualties increase as the enemy shell

The climate's unhealthy, flies and rats thrive

And sooner or later the end will arrive

This is your correspondent, running out of tape

Gunfire's increasing, looting, burning, rape


Well, maybe there's a god above

But all I've ever learned from love

Was how to shoot somebody who outdrew you

It's not a cry that you hear at night

It's not somebody who's seen the light

It's a cold and it's a broken hallelujah


And what costume shall the poor girl wear

To all tomorrow's parties

For Thursday's child is Sunday's clown

For whom none will go mourning


My body is your body

I won't tell anybody

If you want to use my body

Go for it


Oh it's opening time

Down on Fascination Street

So let's cut the conversation

And get out for a bit

Because I feel it all fading and paling

And I'm begging

To drag you down with me

Mansun Six

And you see, I kind of shivered to conformity

Did you see the way I cowered to authority

You see, my life, it's a series of compromises anyway

It's a sham, and I'm conditioned to accept it all, you see

Japan Gentlemen

Take in the country air, you'll never win

Gentlemen take polaroids

They fall in love, they fall in love


We just want to emote til we're dead

I know we suffer for fashion

Or whatever

We don't want these days to ever end

We just want to emasculate them forever

Forever, forever

Pretty sirens don't go flat

It's not supposed to happen like that

Longpigs The Sun

There's no perfume I can buy

Make me smell like myself

So I put on perfume

To make me smell like someone else

In bed

Calvin Harris I Created Disco

I got love for you if you were born in the 80's, the 80's

I've got hugs for you if you were born in the 80's, the 80's


Does his makeup in his room

Douse himself with cheap perfume

Eyeholes in a paper bag

Greatest lay I ever had

Kind of guy who mates for life

Gotta help him find a wife

We're a couple, when our bodies double

Simple Minds Sons and Fascination

Summer rains are here

Savaged beauty life

Falling here from grace

Sister feeling call

Cruising land to land

No faith no creed no soul

Half a world away

Beauty sleeps in time

Sound and fury play

Bloc Party Silent Alarm

North to south


Running on


As if to say, as if to say

He doesn't like chocolate

He's born a liar, he'll die a liar

Some things will never be different


LCD Soundsystem

Well Daft Punk is playing at my house, my house

I've waited 7 years and 15 days

There's every kid for miles at my house, my house

And the neighbors can' the police

There's a fist fight brewin' at my house, my house

Because the jocks can't...get in the door

Johnny Boy

I just can't help believing

Though believing sees me cursed

Stars Set Yourself

I am trying to say

What I want to say

Without having to say "I love you"

Josef K Entomology

It took 10 years to realise why the angels start to cry

When you go home down the main

Your happy smile

Your funny name

Cocteau Twins Bluebell


Doesn't she look a million with her hairagami set

Hair kisses 'n' hair architecture

Yes, she's a beautiful brunette angel from heaven with her hairagami set

Hair kisses 'n' hair architecture

Augment a beautiful brunette

New Order Power Corruption

How does it feel

To treat me like you do

When you've laid your hands upon me

And told me who you are


You must let her go

She's not crying



Feeling like I'm waiting

Modern times



Hating to distraction

Just leave them alone


Girls in the back

Girls in the back

Puressence Don't Forget

They say come back to earth and start getting real, yeah

I say come back to earth and start getting real

I know I can't


So I walk right up to you

And you walk all over me

And I ask you what you want

And you tell me what you need


The problem of leisure

What to do for pleasure

Ideal love a new purchase

A market of the senses

Dream of the perfect life

Economic circumstances

The body is good business

Sell out, maintain the interest


Sitting in my armchair thinking again and again and again

Going round in a circle I can't get out

Then I look around thinking day and night and day

Then you look around - there must be some explanation

And the tension builds

Psychdedelic Furs

India, India

You're my love song

India, you're my love song

In the flowers

You can have me in the flowers

We will dance alone

And live our useless lives

Ladytron Light Magic

They only want you when you're seventeen

When you're twenty-one

You're no fun

They take a polaroid and let you go

Say they'll let you know


No consolation prizes

Spit out your lies and chewing gum

Cut off your hair yeah that's it!

If you look like that I swear I'm gonna love you more


All the neighbors are startin' up a fire

Burning all the old folks, the witches and the liars.

My eyes are covered by the hands of my unborn kids

But my heart keeps watchin' through the skin of my eyelids


Prince charming

Prince charming

Ridicule is nothing to be scared of

Don't you ever, don't you ever

Stop being dandy, showing me you're handsome