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Showing posts with label The Pogues. Show all posts
Showing posts with label The Pogues. Show all posts

Wednesday, March 2, 2011

Boss Stuff on the Interwebs: Wednesday Links 02/03/11



  • So....did some Coke bottle merchandise, eh?... Yeah, I'm sorry, but you're Daft fucking Punk, not Jar Jar Binks. You did not need to do this. (See them at Stereogum)
  • "What happens when you merge a little darkness with the Pogues. Yes. Cult Of Youth is the answer." --Indie Kid vs Dance Kid.
  • The Strokes' website has a to-the-second countdown clock for the new album. That's a shame. I thought they were cooler than that. What is cool? Their new video for Under the Cover of Darkness. Fell in Love with a Drummer has it.
  • Neon Filler continues their cracker jack list of the top 100 indie/alternative albums of all time. This week: 80-71 (and Neutral Milk Hotel is in there).
  • If you've been excited for the new Dum Dum Girls EP, Bowlegs has listened and says you're right on. Good news.
  • Holyfuckingshit40000 takes a loving look back at my favourite Pavement album of all time. Yeah. I needed that.
  • Because I'm having a really miserable day today. But Sam Friend writes folkish, pop-rock melodies of the kind that make you feel better. So I'm gonna go do that now. I'll be at Off The Radar if you need me.

Friday, December 24, 2010

Family Sing-Alongs and Old Sluts on Junk: Season's Greetings to All


In Christmas movies the whole family stands around the piano singing carols and smiling creepily at one another, while in reality you watch and comment that no family ever does that. Yeah, well I came from the kind of family that totally did that, though in our defense it was with less smiling and more scotch.

I can't play piano as well as my father did and I'm not religious in the slightest, so on the off-chance that I do one day have kids and the state does let me keep them, I can't imagine much carol-fueled family bonding around a piano. But there will surely be a good deal of scotch-fueled singing around the internet, because the internet feeds you the lyrics and what stupid piano ever did that for you?

And in the spirit of the season, I invite you all to sing along with me to the hands-down best Christmas song ever: The PoguesFairytale of New York. 

I'm totally ready for my offspring, now.

Happy Christmas your arse.

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