John Ferguson (left) and Robert Schneider (right) serenade the crowd in Spaceflyte. The above screen grab and all videos shot by Jason Selpie. Wednesday, August 10, 2016 T-shirt for the day: Tunabunny tee circa Genius Fatigue, hot pink on lime green. Acquired after the first gig I ever saw in Athens. Symbolic, much? I can […]
Photo by Amanda Hatfield. I’ve been meaning to write a live review for a while, but the whole process always intimidates me. For one, I’m not a photographer. And two, I’m never sure if anyone cares for my account of a gig. But last night, flushed and pseudo-drunk (I’d only had ginger beer, but I […]
This line. It might be thin, so thin that it can’t be seen by the human eye so I can only give you a representation, but it exists – believe you me. Here. Here’s a reminder. OK. Let’s get on with the chart. Reminder: to qualify, the band needs to have been great in the first […]
Funny what slips through your fingers and out of your head, eh? Last summer I reviewed Tijuana Panthers’ Semi-Sweet for Gold Flake Paint, but must confess that I hadn’t revisited it at all this year. Let’s re-acquaint ourselves. Semi-Sweet was just one fun, knock-about romp, really. Tons of lo-fi stomp, familiar melodies and harmonies rebounding […]
Give ’em time, I reckon. They’ve got energy, attitude, a spark. Let’s see if they turn into a Savages or a Divorce. I know which side of the line I’ll be cheering from.
The way The Smiths once covered their sleeves in 60s references, the way Wu-Tang Clan embraced the language and iconography of Shaolin, the way Oasis loved The Beatles, that’s the relationship Iceage has with xenophobia and white supremacy — it may not be the window, but it’s damn sure the drapes.
Song of the day – 437: Prinzhorn Dance School (+ 5 wonderful obscure old school ‘awkward pop’ videos)
Love the silences between the vocals. Sure, we’re talking Gla*o Babies.
They really don’t write ‘em like this anymore.
Iceage have the wisdom to be brief: what they evoke is too much to bear for too long.
This sound is so glorious! It’s like if (early) B-52s and Pylon remained the best-known bands from Athens instead of … goddammit, what was that band’s name again? Coldplay?