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This episode, we bring you t-shirts, tickets, music, merriment, photos, frivolity, art and alliteration. We got the dirt on Daft Punk from people who’d know, and Duke Mag are back to tell you what to be wearing and doing if you’re ever within spitting distance.
Equally exciting, we hand-stapled our first
ever print version that you might have been
swift enough to get your grubby little hands
on at Playground Weekender.
It was the obviously the most amazing thing
to happen to publishing since the beginning
of time - it had an origami section - and
we’re thinking we’ll do it again.. Email
us if you’d like a copy. Or if you’d like
anything at all. A chat, perhaps… or a cupcake…
maybe a kitten… |
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Bill Chen is the creative
brain and skilled hand behind Meet
Tyrone, a multi-faceted design
studio which delivers everything from print
to web, commercial, illustrations and storyboards
– and he also started a label. While they
began esigning only Ts, the Meet Tyrone
brand has since expanded to offer jackets,
pants, shorts, skirts – all of your basic
sartorial needs. ‘Murder
Mystery’ is their newly launched Autumn/Winter
08/09 collection, inspired by horror films,
unease, mystery and darkness. “To work with
Meet Tyrone is to observe your
subject matter in another light, another
medium. It makes you wonder how even the
most inanimate object can suddenly become
a piece of interest and wonder.” According
to them. According to us, their stuff is
well worth a look-in. |
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TheLoft
@ Bungalow8 23 MARCH While most of
our memories of Playground Weekbender are
as blurred and questionable as the photographs,
we can safely recommend making it down to
theloft on Easter Sunday. Crazy
Penis’ on stage antics and live
sets are globally infamous, but we can just
as strongly espouse the charismatic debauchery
of the fatsuitedly lascivious Theatre
Of Disco. And of course in addition
there’s funk/soul/dance/everything legend
Norman Jay, multi-genre-DJ-cum-budding-travel-writer,
who gave Australian audiences the post-Weekender
praise of being “one of the friendliest
and most up for it festival crowds I have
ever had the pleasure of playing to outside
of the UK." |
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| THIS
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PLAYGROUND
WEEKENDER + WHAM! |
CLICK HERE TO
SEE THE WHOLE GALLERY |
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WEEK |
MUM'S
1ST B'DAY + WHAM! |
CLICK HERE TO
SEE THE WHOLE GALLERY |
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Buzz to get in and meet the first guy, who introduces you to the second, who escorts you to a lift and introduces you to the third, who takes you down stairs to meet a fourth and suddenly I’m seated on the lower side of the largest desk in the world with Mitchell Scott beaming at me from behind a computer screen. Like I’m at an extremely important job interview and here’s my potential boss. “Hi Boss.” Boss laughs casually, unglamorously, and I instantly like him. He just got in from Melbourne, and happens to be one third of CUT COPY. We’re here on the brink of their second album release, the one
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we’ve been
waiting for that was rumoured to be released at
the beginning of 2007, so naturally my first question
is, "What happened?"
Yeah, it’s been a bit frustrating.. Our record came out a year and a half later in the UK, so we were that far behind when we started touring. Then we were just dealing with the labels, organising the producer…
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+ Big Shoulder
Pads: Seduce your co-workers a-la
Joan Collins in Dynasty with a power suit
from hell. Big shoulders show who's boss,
and we guarantee your underlings will be
amazed by your ball busting maneuvers; they'll
take your shit, they’ll love it, they'll
come begging for more! So if you're a Working
Girl, get the job done; but get it done
in style.
+ Jamie Spears: We never thought we'd have cause
to utter the words "Spears" and "Hero" in
the same sentence, but old Daddy-O has made
us change our ways - or Britney's to be
more precise. Declaring himself conservator
of her estate, he's swooped in out of nowhere
to dump that notorious hot-pink wig, budget
for a 'paltry' week-by-week allowance and
throw that leeching fiend Sam Lufti out
on his bare arse. Thank you Mr Spears. Thank
you for your time and consideration.
+ Heather Mills: The greatest monster in history no
longer goes by the name Adolf, instead let
us call him/her Mr/Ms Mills. Having just
settled a high profile divorce with the
'lesbian Beatle' Paul, this one-legged wench
now finds herself 52mil richer! Only four
years of digging and she struck gold - not
bad for an ex-stripper/amateur porn star/escort.
The question we're all asking ourselves
now is, how did a disabled person ever get
this far?
+ Public transport's
public talkers: A five year old’s
IQ is not a license to spew nonsensical
ramblings to everyone within earshot. We
don’t need to hear what you're having for
dinner, nor who you're meeting this Thursday
at the 'tav, nor what Mel said to Spaz/Shaz/whatever?
WE DEMAND TOTAL SILENCE SO WE CAN SLEEP!
Let us learn from the nice people of Japan,
who ban any noise above the decibel of a
murmur for a pleasant transportation experience....
Ahh.... arigato!
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A David Attenborough, nail-on-the-head expository
approach to White People, which makes some important
discoveries. For instance, did you know that white people are fond of Sushi,
Asian Girls and Having Gay Friends? They also take
pleasure in Outdoor Performance Clothes, Michel
Gondry, and Bottles Of Water. The Idea
of Soccer, Knowing What’s Best For Poor People
and Threatening To Move To Canada are all equally agreeable
pastimes. For some reason we can only scroll
back as far as the #17th post, but if we could
go to the beginning, Inane Blogs probably has
an entry. Some awesome stock photos, too…
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Dappled through
this issue is art about to show from April
2 at Somedays Gallery, as part of an
exhibition put together by Sydney artist LoveAriel.
She made the one up and to the left, while James
Jirat Patradoon’s is above right. What’s the
idea? “The idea behind
Cause We Can is very simple – just to get
friends, artists and musicians together, supporting
each other, and lending a hand all in the name
of expression and creativity. Also, to give lesser
experienced (but superbly talented) artists a
chance to sell work cause I know how hard it is!”
Familiar names like LoveAriel, Beastman,
Eamo, Erin Forsyth, Numskull,
Smitten By Stephanie and Ainslee Fletcher
are some of many showing their work through the
month of April. Keep scrolling. |
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20 MARCH > Be
Kind, Rewind is the latest thing to have
found it’s way out of the labrynth of Michel
Gondry’s mind-bending brain, and looks like
it's got the potential to be one of his most
commercially successful films. It has a typical,
run-of-the-mill Hollywood storyline that I'm
sure we've all seen it before… Man attempts
to sabotage power plant. Man creates magnetic
field. Magnetic field erases all videotapes
in local video store. So man does what we
all do when confronted by this everyday situation
– teams up with Mos Def and stars in and recreates
some of the most successful movies ever made,
from scratch. Yawn. Hows about a bit of creativity
next time, hey Gondry? Just for once? |
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+ 5 APRIL > So you like design
do you? You like pretty things and well
rounded fonts? Well, you probably know about
the Semi Permanent design conference. It's
on at the Bayside Auditorium in Darling
Harbour and at the top of this year's speaker
list is Pixar. You know!
PIXAR! The guys responsible for making you
look at every Ikea desk-lamp fondly, and
making us(cross) children throughout the
globe mentally assigning German accents
to all caterpillars, and mentally renaming
all clownfish. Other speakers include, Spencer
Platt, Lifelounge,
Anthony Lister, Debaser,
Jeremy Fish, Ben
Frost, The Director's Bureau
and Sixty40. Get tickets
quick. (RS) |
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23 MARCH > This
Saturday is going to be messy messy messy.
Every club night that you've disgraced yourself
at in the last year is going to be joining
forces to create a giant inferno of sweat,
random pashing and "where the fuck am I
and what in God's name is lying on the pillow
next to mine?!" morning moments. Purple
Sneakers, Starfuckers,
Bandits, P*A*S*H,
Hot Damn, Black
Cherry, RRMF,
Dynamite, Health
Club & Fools Gold
are taking over the whole Exchange complex,
leaving egos at the door and partying together.
So put your hooded black leather jacket
over your flouro T, your skull-ridden neckscarf
over your tattoo-ridden neck, your ironic
Hawaiian short-shorts over your Cheap Monday
jeans, and confuse the fuck out of everybody.
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| So above
left is by Sean
Batchelor; above right, Kelly
Smith... All Ariel had to do to get the show
started was send out texts, emails and bulletins,
and it all grew from there – being an amazing artist
with a bunch of amazing artist friends helps when
you’re trying a hand at curating. I asked what advice
she’d give to someone outside of the Sydney art
community who wanted to get in? “Don’t
wait for anyone to offer it to you-just go out and
do it! If no-one comes or it’s a big disaster, it
doesn’t really matter in the grand scheme of things!”
Outside of Cause We Can, LoveAriel is looking forward
to SemiPermanent - she’s a part of Stupidkrap's
Kids Today sideshow (which, as I'm sure you’ve
noticed, we’re also firmly advocating). “I’m
doing something really special for it, so come down!”
In the meantime, check out Cause We Can for illustrators,
photographers, graffers, painters, graphic designers,
writers, muralists – and bands like Kallamazoo,
Eye of the Spider and more... |
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AD WORLD GETS IT RIGHT
"Zach Galifianakis, Tim Heidecker and Eric Wareheim were commissioned by Absolut Vodka to make a film for their website. They were told they could do anything they wanted as long as they mentioned the product." Finally, advertising that knows what it’s doing... Or better yet knows what it's not doing, so gets someone else to do it for them. Speaking of Zach, we’ve linked to this before but it gets another look-in. |
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| I’ve been
attempting to introduce the genre title of
“progressive beard-folk” into the everyman
vernacular for months now – think Band
of Horses, Iron & Wine,
Devendra Banhart… Coco
Rosie… Bon Iver
is another case in point. With vast, luscious
landscapes reminiscent of Midlake,
the song construction, ambience and falsetto
harmonies of Iron and Wine, and surprisingly,
the calmed-down voice of Tunde from TV
On The Radio, Bon Iver is the one
man project of one man – Justin Vernon – who
quit his band some Winters ago, moved into
a deserted cabin for four months, and warmed
the snowfields around him with hopeful, inviting
music. Progressive Beard-Folk. Say it with
me. (SH) |
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Disco gigs are spectacular, you’re
there zoning out at one end of a tunnel and
they're at the other, and your eyes become
pin pricks like when cartoon characters fall
into a trance, and maybe it goes for minutes
and maybe it goes for days. They have this
intense droning noise and an art for restraint
and close inspection which, surprisingly,
Paradise captures reasonably well.
It’s not perfect, but with zero visuals and
no tunnels, it must be near impossible to
excite listeners with a reductive minimalism
that amounts to – let’s face it - one note
repeated over and over. Not really one to
add to your "shuffle songs" selection, but
it creates a killer mood. (RS) |
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| People should
really stop trying new things if the old things
are working fine. This is especially true
when those new things are music about "clowns",
"little birds" and "happiness". This album
is very nice. And pleasant. And lovely. It
would be real swell to listen to on a summer
day in the park with a bladder of goon, and
clothing impervious to grass stains but damnit,
I want the moody dark Goldfrapp
back. The Goldfrapp that speak of wolf-ladies
sucking my brains and such. When I usually
hear a Goldfrapp song, I expect to go "meh"
initially but then on second listen for my
brain to quietly explode in a mist of appreciation.
That didn’t happen this time. (RS) |
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| We want to
hang out with The Kills every
day. They'd call up and say, "Hey, you are
a fever. Wanna come get some breakfast?" and
we’d be like, "Uuuuuhhh, YES. Hang on a sec
my groin exploded." Compared to their previous
efforts, Midnight Boom is quite a
bit more produced and less distorted, less
noisy and more beatsy – no surprises there,
being produced by Spank Rock’s
very own Armani XXXchange.
It’s a fine, FINE album that’s going straight
into the spank bank and if you haven't heard
much of this "threesome right now please"
band before, this is probably the best place
to start. Their catchiest album for sure.
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| Self-parody
and sinister insouciance prevail throughout
Cave’s 14th studio album,
with him satirizing his own tendencies for
didacticism and verbosity. Most tracks hark
back to the morose licentiousn Cave of Murder
Ballads, leaving little room for the romantic
pianist Cave of No More Shall We Part. While
philosophical ruminations are more subtle,
they lurk backstage for whoever looks hard
enough - and Cave is still playing the sinister,
sexual cowboy-gangster who’d rather paralyse
with penmanship than murder with a machete.
All of that said, a friend gave a more efficient
summary of the whole experience: “It pretty
much just sounds like Nick Cave, right?” (SH) |
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With a vaguely theatrical
darkness coupled to lush orchestral arrangements
and a smoky sax, I can’t think of a better
title than The Great Depression
for this debut LP. Plastic Palace
Alice are clearly an exceptionally
talented, bold and mature band – so sophisticated,
in fact, they run the risk of losing the
audience whose attention they grabbed with
the first hooky single ‘Empire Falls’. Perhaps
‘Girl Who Cried Wolf’ would have been a
more appropriate first release, being far
more indicative of the complex, grand and
gothic whole. Songs take you to unexpected
places in a way that not only justifies
the lack of sing-a-long hooks, but makes
me pin the band for a longer shelf-life
than their five-minute-famed contemporaries.
(SH) |
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| The Melbourne
boys who launched a thousand flouros have
gone in a different direction this time round
- which stands to reason considering that
although pioneers in 2004, their sophomore
release is being let loose in an environment
of mimicry. There’s more narrative, more vocals,
and more emotions in what is all together
a warmer album than anything else two-stepping
its way down this particular circuit of dance
music. Unfortunately, this genre has been
going so long now it’s hard to make anything
sound new and exciting – but that excitement
of innovation is the only thing missing. IN
CONCLUSION, while a more downplayed and emotive
album may have been the right, if not only
step, it’ll be interesting to see how it’s
received. (SH) |
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