Saturday, 4 July 2009

L VIS 1990

Not sure what his name stands for but I freaking love this. It's very silly indeed.

Culinary delights

You know it's gonna be a hype day when this fella confronts you first thing. Then you look on the floor and the bones of last night's bird are rattling round on the floor.


And last weekend I had a Chorizo scotch egg. I'm a culinary Christopher Columbus sailing along on a sea of grease and snouts. See you in A&E.

A right piece of shit

In the world of words tings are looking pretty bad. The crunch has led to many magazines crumbling or biting the bullet and taking their thoughts online. It maybe deemed a tad rich coming from me who spends most of my time churning out bullshit for use on the internet, but it is a shame - there beats nothing than buying an actual magazine you can grasp in yer mitt and twat flies with, wipe yer arse with or use to skin up on. You can’t do any of those tings with a web page. Or not yet anyhow.

Thankfully, a new publication has recently launched which could save everything. James Brown, ex-editor of Loaded and Peaches Geldof have hooked up on the amazingly awful Disappear Here. I picked up a copy from a ladies changing rooms in Shoreditch (where I spend a lot of time). It was gathering dust as if the fella who ran the boutique was embarrassed to stock it. Having read it he was right. It’s fucking pants. But at least it’s given cretins a wage. Check it here.

Major Lazer-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-r

Major Lazer’s album finally hits the UK on Monday all proper like and for once the hype and media sizzle is properply justified. Diplo and Switch are two dudes who have worked with MIA (in Diplo’s case even made the beast with two backs with her) and survived with their careers intact. They must be on pretty potent stuff in their digital dungeon.

What I’ve heard so far of sounds like those two have been chugging on big, fat buckets of ganj, then throwing anything they can find into the cauldron. Spaghetti Western guitars, horses and murderah’s all bouncing to the dancehall beat. They’re playing at Bestival in September and I’m pretty excited to see how they’re gonna turn the Lazer into a live ting and inject some of the ridiculous A-Team-esque back story into it.

From this footage it maybe just randoms dancing to Diplo’s laptop while Switch smokes fags and throws the sort of shapes usually made by dads at weddings.

Incidentally Switch is one of my heroes not just for this musical ability. Word has it that despite his age the man has one of the largest appetites in dance music for pure, unadulterated hedonism. Check out these images from Fabric taken at a Get Familiar evening sometime in 2007. They tell quite a story...

Switch in a fucking right old mess at Fabric