OMG, this is so amazeballs! Just give it 10 seconds, that’s all I ask. And then give it 10 hours. I’d never made the connection between Miley Cyrus and The Residents before.
I’d been plotting to write something for these guys – been hooked for months – but the ordinary hype-mode sounded stale (especially since you-know-who has been pussyfooting around with it lately). Then this idea struck me. Inspiration was drawn from this video. (Yes, I know. A full-blown album review is due. No worries. It’s a-comin’. […]
It is worth bearing in mind that writing – like any art performed in the public arena – is part-performance, so it’s worth having a persona that you can slip in and out of.
If this band were from Brisbane they wouldn’t be so darn nonchalant.
The band’s name? Blowjob. My cool, cruel friends had told me it was because I blew down the recorder. Bastards.
“Recorded music is about as readily available as water, and not a whole lot more exciting.”
Pop music that shits all over the tired, tepid male rock posturing of the other nine videos from a wonderfully giddy height.