Royal Headache – Royal Headache (What’s Your Rupture)
It’s the best week of summer vacation you ever had
Best Coast – The Only Place (Mexican Summer)
I wasn’t expecting much from the new Best Coast album, but god this is fucking awful.
Song of the day – 458: Dexys
This new song swings, it soars. It hurts. It echoes with distant and dismay and hope, and oh yes. The beauty is in the mistakes.
Carter Tutti Void – Transverse (Mute)
By Princess Stomper It goes dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun. I am playing Bejeweled Blitz as I listen because I am a fidget, but I realise as the clock runs out that I have forgotten the game. I have forgotten how to play it. Match. Lines. Of. Three.
Song of the day – 457: Catcall
Frankly, I could listen to the above on repeat for most of this morning, and even do some work.
Wendy Saddington and Peter Head @ Camelot Lounge, Marrickville, Sydney, 29.04.12
Fuck ‘em. She’s the real thing, as honest, brutal, haunting and pure a songstress as Australia has ever had the honour of laying claim to
Suck My Minaj
If Nicki Minaj wasn’t appearing to simultaneously appeal to primary school children and your lap dance-loving dad, she could be a role model for rebellion with her penchant for swearing like her breath depended on it. She sounds hardcore. She looks I-Don’t-Even-Wanna-Know-What-Core.
Oh man. You dicks.
You fucking dicks.
I wasn’t always this cool (my first record)
Suddenly, I understood why people loved pop so much
