The next day I woke up with a stinking hangover and went into work to clear my desk of the mountain of CDs for the very last time. I swiped in and out for the very last time. YAY!
The next day I woke up with a stinking hangover and went into work to clear my desk of the mountain of CDs for the very last time. I swiped in and out for the very last time. YAY!
Later I dragged myself to a club called Push run by the terrific Young and Lost girls.
(Karen and Eddie show their slight difference of opinion)
I wasn’t really in the mood, but Karen was DJing with Eddie Argos from Art Brut. Did you know he has a glam band side project called Glamchops?
I spent most of the night finding myself strangely drawn to this man’s repulsive a gold jacket.
(Foals at the Astoria)
Finally on the last night of fun I went to see Foals. To get in I had to say I was Erin O’Connor on the guest list. Erin is 6 ft, 30-year-old British supermodel. I got in but I wasn’t fooling anyone.
(me and Erin)
Initially I really wasn’t sold on Foals. I was like, “What is this Battles-aping awkward art rock made by Oxford Uni drop outs?” But their debut Antidotes has really grown on me. As has singer Yannis’ floundering seagull dance moves and his occasional paedo-tache.
They recorded the album with David Sitek (TV On The Radio) at his studio in Brooklyn but they fell out with him when the band decided to remix the whole shebang.
Yannis remains sanguine: “We didn’t go to New York to make friends with him, we went to make a record. And the fact that there was tension at the end was fitting. There was a premonition that there would be an Oedipal struggle, and that’s what’s fun about being in a band.”
That’s not really what I would have said was fun about being in the band, but different strokes I guess.
The show was impressive and the mosh pit was chaos. As the lights went up guitarist Jimmy gallantly threw himself to be pawed by masses.
After that we went to Durrr which used to be Trash which I guess is sort of like MisShapes before MisShapes was MisShapes, but with more dry ice which made my contacts want to commit suicide. Plus there was lots of small Japanese guys dressed like The Horrors. Especially that night because Faris was DJing.
After dancing to Late of The Pier I went home and snuggled, safe in the knowledge that I would not have raise my alcohol soaked body at 7am to get up and blog about some stoopid D-list celebrity’s meds addiction. Or their inability to have sex without the camera rolling. That chapter is closed.
did you quit or did you get fired. this is a typical indie schmindie night out in london with boring pictures of overexposed people and bands everyone was tired of last year. it’s like Tales Of The Jackalope tedious. you’d get a more interesting photo story from following around more interesting kids doing more interesting things. this is all a bit Vice UK… i.e.so dulllllllllllllll
let’s see a typical bradnox night out or something. anything else
KTB, will you marry me?
Brilliant that Eddie Argos is holding up a copy of Pink Flag… He also looks a wee bit like Shakespeare with that beard, no?
Doth Dash?
Wire-fore art thou Eddie?
Loving your style KTB…more please.
ktb=fit
Finally, some writing with substance.
I like the way she looks, the writing sucks. stick to pictures love. the darkness ROCKS
who is this chick fucking to get her posts on here? this is the worst pseudo-scenester bullshit i’ve ever seen in my life. really very depressing. fix up guys, no more of this wank please.
Someone has stolen my alias! But seriously though, I didn’t read the article (indie rock = boring) but I love KTB.
i liked this – if you don’t, don’t read it. its free you know. new york is still better than london though – sorry but I like a place i can get a decent meal at 3am. barca is better too.
Aidstein…sooner or later (hopefully sooner), it’ll dawn on you that absolutely no one gives a fuck about who or what you love or hate. You are entirely inconsequential.
Kim Bennett write for the londonpaper and the BBC. what the hell are you writing for? the street boners comment board? gavin, take the comments down. it ruins everything. this writing isnt shit. maybe its not extremely thrilling, but it sounds bloggy. its perfect standard blog-writing. im not a huge fan of ktb (other than that I wish I looked like her) but she’s having way more fun than us. so please shut up. thanks!
England will never break the rep it has for being gay with coverage like this. Even if the girl who wrote it is kinda cute they need to toughen up. start stabbing at shows or something.
the dull leading the dull.
“Perfect standard blog writing” isn’t a positive.
Do they still let Gavin into The Old Blue Last? I heard Jesse Pearson had that mother fucker 86′d.
Does anyone know of any good London blogs? Like this one?
Even given less-than-optimal lighting, the Human Immunodeficiency Virus is more physically attractive than I am.
Kim, I’m not sure about your last writing gig, but I’m certain I want you to quit this one.
fuck, why do cool people have to come along like this and make the whole fucking internet suck?
bitch u just ruined THE WHOLE FUCKING INTERNET with your ‘writing gig’.
im so happy i could die.
dude she may be having more fun than you but I’m having more fun than going to foals concerts and taking pics of a bemused looking eddie argos. sorry but I don’t want to hear about a girl dancing to a klaxons lyte travesty and then going home and snuggling.. it’s booooooooring and borderline obnoxious. also wasn’t she sucking up to a geldof in an earlier piece? it’s terrible. “she writes for the bbc and the london paper” oh right sorry she totally has carte blanche to be inane then
I can’t help but read these posts cos I want to trowel her sandy box but the writing is annoying. just post pictures of her in her underwear garotting her fey boyfriend with a dental dam or whatever but Stop The Inanity
Susan Powter Rocks!
The old blue last is made out of rat dust and urine and the barstaff are ugly and there’s no comfortable chairs and the jukebox is full of bloc party and other pillow biter mouthbreather music for bullied shrimps and fat ankled chicks with terrible hair
My alias! It is in shambles! I will file a lawsuit with the American Department of Internet Aliases! This wanker must pay! And Branson, I will have you know that my other aliases are Mr. Frank Bruni, Mr. AO Scott, Mr. Christopher Hitchens, and Mr. Pitch Fork, so in fact, everyone, everywhere does care about my opinion on everything. I’ve got to get back to my 16th dissertation. This time I’m writing up the migratory habits of the blue footed booby. Such a fascinating specimen! Perhaps I’ll have cheerios for lunch.
I was on the bus into work this morning (about 8.30am) and amongst all the commuters was this one dour, washed up guy… I didnt really notice him until I started seeing flashes of light coming from in front of him.
I looked and saw he was flicking the flintwheel of a lighter, over and over, looking really shady. I looked around, but the others on the bus still hadn’t noticed him.
And then, without even flinching, this guy just pulled out a tiny little pipe, lit it and took a huge hit… Right there on the bus. I took my headphones out, and you could tell it was Crack, it made a rattle sound as the rocks burned and jostled. He saw me staring at him as he put his pipe away.
As the bus stopped, he walked over to me and whispered “I’m Flaco Kornbluth, and I do this because there’s not a single calorie of joy left in my dark and redundant soul. You’ll never understand the complete misery I feel, so don’t try and help me, Ok?”
I didn’t try and help him.
please give chatmandu a job as a writer
This blew so hard, buildings were destroyed.
chatmandu’s comment is better
Shaddup, twat. You to Chatmandu.