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Song of the day – 635: Bitch Prefect

Song of the day – 635: Bitch Prefect
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Collapse Board ain’t part of the music industry. It’s cool. That’s OK. We get treated with the same amount of respect and disdain by the vast majority of Australian PR companies as the street press: no, not even the street press, cos they’d get sent stuff; as some lowdown useless and featureless blog. That’s cool. That’s at it should be.

Sometimes we get blacklisted by hotshot, humourless American record companies because we give one – possibly two – of their bands less-than-favourable reviews (as opposed to the fuckin dozens we praise). That’s fine. We need to understand, if we bite the hand that feeds then it’ll no longer feed. We need to appreciate our place, and the place of music criticism, in this money-lovin’, soul-grabbin’, corpse-defilin’ web 2.0 world of ours. We don’t have a place, clearly. We’re fucking lucky folk don’t spit at us in the street, frankly. Sometimes it grates, though. Sometimes you figure, quite why are certain PR companies ignoring the fuck out of us? Perhaps we looked at their boyfriend the wrong way one time back in 2003 when we was drunk. Perhaps we didn’t go to the right fucken school. Perhaps we don’t live in Melbourne. Take Bitch Prefect, for example. For fucken years now we’ve been asking folk if we can get hold of some of their music. (Yeah, I know. I know. We could buy it. One of us works in a coffee-shop full-time to supplement his writing habit: another supports a family of five on less income then even full-time teachers. And you’d think someone might wanna give us some sort of fucken high five for some of this shit we keep pumping out here. No way. No fucken way.) Bitch Prefect. They’re on a fine record label up here in Brisbane, Bedroom Suck. We give ’em respect – because THEY FUCKEN DESERVE IT. We have no beef with them. And we’re sure their PR folk are real cool people, too. Just not to us. Do we get respect back from most of the folk asked to look after the ‘press’ (whatever the fuck THAT is in this day and age)? Do we fuck. We have still only heard three recorded Bitch Prefect songs.

One of which is this (the new one):

And another of which is this (the old one):

Even so, we have mentioned them here

And here

And here

And here

Among several other places over the years.

Fuck it. Bitch Prefect still deserve the FUCK to be Song of the Day – no, not deserve, that sounds fucking all worthy or something and we’d hate to be worthy or something. They ARE the fuck today’s Song of the Day. No useless denying.

Here’s the quote from the sidelines – no no. Go ahead. Feel fucking free to use it without any fucking financial compensation. Be my fucking guest. I know, I know. It’s a fuckin’ dog-eat-insignificant-website world out there.

Beautifully laconic awkward pop  from Adelaide: all crushed violet and failed romantic leanings. Guitars jangle morosely but so plaintively. It’s like a whole world grew up defined by loneliness and The Velvet Underground and the comfort of hoodies and Dunedin ’85: suburbia – so little to answer for. Ever felt like making a bad decision? Stick with the music the radio stations want you to hear, don’t watch Gregory’s Girl on repeat, don’t go outside to stare at the stars so hard you walk straight into a post and knock yourself plain yesterday. And don’t – whatever you do – don’t listen to this. It might make you feel a little less isolated. And heaven knows we don’t fucken want that now, do we?

Photography: Justin Edwards

ADDENDA
The PR for the label offered to send us a stream. A fucken stream. If I wanted a fucken stream I’d drink a bottle of fucken Jagermeister and go down the bottom of my fucken garden and piss over the fucken rhododendrons. Probably, they never read this:

I find it incredibly insulting to be sent links to streams of music.

1. It doesn’t cost anything to send a download link for an MP3.

2. I don’t get paid for writing about music here – and yet there is still clearly some sort of financial or cultural gain to be had from having Collapse Board recommend an artist, otherwise why would PRs contact us? In which case, why are they treating us like shit before we’ve even had a chance to listen to the music? They want something that would, for example, cost a few hundred bucks if it was a professional writing a press release. They’re not even prepared to send a couple of worthless (monetary value) MP3s in return.

And I’m not even talking about stuff being sent out ahead of release ‘schedule’. But, if I was:

3. If record companies have that little respect for me they think I’ll ‘leak’ their precious fucking music then why contact me in the first place?

Retard cheapskates.

How to insult a music critic

5 Responses to Song of the day – 635: Bitch Prefect

  1. ed September 16, 2013 at 9:55 am

    Yeah, sometimes I really struggle to understand how it works.

    I contact PR people/labels/promoters and say basically say “Hi. Here is my email address. Please add it to your email database, keep us up to date with what you’re releasing/what shows you’re putting on .” Then a few months later I release I haven’t heard anything and email them again, and so on.

    Plus the PR company that was really good to us in terms of telling us stuff and actually sending us downloads we requested, because people wanted to write about them, dropped us like a hot potato when we took them up on their offer of an interview with Iceage.

  2. Everett True September 16, 2013 at 10:30 am

    Plus the PR company that was really good to us in terms of telling us stuff and actually sending us downloads we requested, because people wanted to write about them, dropped us like a hot potato when we took them up on their offer of an interview with Iceage.

    Oh, the irony! The irony!

  3. ChrisT September 17, 2013 at 3:02 am

    You are the PR machine’s worst nightmare. Can’t be bullied, can’t be seduced. And that’s why I/we read. For the “give a fuck” opinions. C

  4. liam October 28, 2013 at 4:14 pm

    hi this is liam from bitch prefect. we are genuinely sorry to read that it has been so difficult for u guys to get a hold of our music. if u wanna reply to this comment with an email address, we will gladly send through mp3s of all trax from the big time LP and also all trax from the upcoming second LP ‘bird nerds’.
    we apologise sincerely – if u had got in touch with us personally about this we would have happily helped out.
    in defence of our label though – “retard cheapskates” really is taking it way too far, and that kind of thing devalues your argument considerably. bedroom suck is a label run by one man. he releases voluminous amounts of music, while, like you, working a ‘real’ job as well, and playing in about five bands himself. people can only do so much. and, like i said, if you had contacted the band itself at any point, through either our facebook or band camp pages we would have hooked u up immediately.
    cheers

  5. Everett True October 28, 2013 at 5:20 pm

    Dude, the “retard cheapskates” jibe was aimed at another person entirely, written in another blog entry altogether. (Hence the link to the other blog entry underneath the quote, and the fact those sentences were indented, to indicate a quote.) We love Joe. We would never call him that because we don’t for one second think that! We know how much fucking effort he puts into Bedroom Suck. He’s a fucking CHAMP!

    Very happy to clear up any confusion.

    And – you know… fuck us. We’re just grouchyoldfucks.

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