Tuesday, 30 April 2013

I'll have a half please mate

Physical feats of endurance aren't something that anyone reading this blog thinks goes on regularly for its author. And to be fair, the only ones that really came to pass were 'no kip' sessions which had us hibernating for a week and avoiding the outside in fear of being recognised. However, of late you'd be (mildy) surprised. We're not talking doing bench presses, lifting weights or throwing shotputs. Or even star jumps which are fucking impossible if coordination isn't your thing.

But I did sign up to do a half marathon earlier on in the year to rather churlihsly prove a point than doing anything nice like raise money for charideee. The whole process was actually (surprisingly) enjoyable apart from the day-before-pre-match nerves. It feels like the day before a very important exam. And one which, frustratingly, you can't binge drink your way through. Anyhoo it got nailed in less than two hours and no one got hurt. The likes of Peter Cragg, Joe Todd and Dan Shone are actual men cos they nailed proper ones. Props to them. And here's some proof I didn't come a cropper...

Wearing the furry yellow gloves



Getting up inside Abbey Road

The closest I've ever been to a real life Beatle is via the magic power of their 'rock band' game in our front room.

Between wailing away to the best bits of their back catalogue and chugging on lagers, we'd talked of going up to Abbey Road Studios to mimic the famous album cover on zebra crossing. But I never imagined going inside. This all changed when via the power of work I managed to wangle a pass to go to the Inside Abbey Road - the best studio in the world lecture.

Beatlemania certainly seems to be continuing apace if the vibe around the talk is owt to go by - except it's older, balding men causing the kerfuffle rather than the pubescent girls who screamed whenever one of these scouse beatmaker shook their mop back in the sixties.

If you ain't been to Abbey Road before, the vibe is pretty fucking weird. On the zebra crossing outside, there's a permanent line of tourists all looking to get their photo taken while frustrated motorists pomp their hooters and try to drive past. Get closer and the hysteria is more tangibly etched in the graffiti on the wall outside the venue in barely legible, excitable scrawl.

It's once you've walked up the steps and got inside that you're confronted with the real madness. Everyone takes pictures of EVERYTHING (moi included) while they've even set up a mike in Studio 2 (the one where all the good shit got laid down) so you can get your photo posing pretending to sing. There's a queue for that particular attraction.

The talk (or lecture as the two American studio nerds who dish it out bill it), is all fairly low-brow. You can't help feel that they've managed to pull the wool over someone's eyes to let them have such a sweet gig. And the stories they dish out aren't all that. But no matter, just being in that room is pretty fucking surreal. The big feeling you come away with is just sitting in that room and sharing the air that caught so many of pop's best reverberations. I had my mouth open wider than usual for much of the talk in the hope that by osmosis I'd get a smidgeon of that talent. Having attempted to sing since, the charts are still safe from my tonsils for the moment...

Find out more from my interview with the two authors of Recording the Beatles...

Queuing for the madness

Pretending to sing on the mike. Give it some pops

You heard



Ootside the madhouse

Tuesday, 9 April 2013

Brandt Brauer Frick

Brandt Brauer Frick are three German chaps (and one new American dude) who make hard and heavy electronica. Previously they used to concoct techno without the use of technology, instead relying on classical orchestral manoeuvres in the dark to get the club moving. Now they've opted to jettison the suits and the boews in favour of machines. Sure, they've stripped their music back to a more primordial computer-based musical soup and work it definitely does. There's a lot of sweat which goes into their live show at XOYO. But it lacks the clean German lines of their previous output. Just check out the comforting musical sync of Bop below.

Read a review of their recent live outing at XOYO here...


Fear and routine

Spring vibes continue to be strong. There ain't no turning down the brightness on the torch of vibe round these parts. These are just some of the highlights of the last months or so... Mushy peas in a tin was a seriously big look...

Mushy peas

Butty crew

Fuck off burger

Happy birthday Stef!

Don't tell the bride
Modern bushes

The \Heatwave is in the house

Lidl lobster

It's a birthday ting

The smear

Smashed it

Brighton vs Maggot

Salubrious days night can easily become naughty nights. And this was the case when we journeyed to Brighton in the daylight hours looking for a fun fix near the sea. The day time was a delight - gambing on the pier and swilling back bevs in a boozer. We even saw Caitlin Moran but didn't have any implements to hand to cob at her. No matter. Enroute back from the seaside we visited a few London boozers and ended up quaffing bevs with Maggot from Goldie Looking Chain in a lock-in. We also found a delicious cheese in a bag. What a delight day and night...

Flexing in a parka

Found cheese. Stinky as a bishop's finger


Compass statue ting