It's all about me

Here's some reviews of Electric Six, fiN (again) and I Dream In Colour I've done. Sadly my opinion that Chris Martin has "had his soul sucked out" was removed in the latter, probably because The Fly thought that Coldplay's Mylo Xyloto deserved four stars. Then again **** can stand for a lot of things: for example ****ing **** could also be used to describe Mylo Xyloto. I'll leave you to fill in the blanks.

Maybe I'm being unfair; after all Coldplay are an easy target that a lot of people love to hate. I must not be enough of an intellectual to understand the musical equivalent of organic brown rice.

On a more positive note I have loved I Dream In Colour since their bare beginnings, it really pained me to slag off their emerging resemblance to Coldplay but it had to be done. Here's their website: http://www.idreamincolourband.com/ which on its home page currently features a photograph of the band bathed in sunlight as they stare into the distance in a reflectively melancholy manner. They do wonderful soppy slowies and creepy heavy stuff to boot. Strange but true.

Buzzzz

Well I write for The Fly now, I must be moving up in the world. Keep your eyes peeled for my pissy contributions. I have nothing left to say, but apparently actions speak louder than words, so here's a video of a little girl playing Sweet Child O' Mine.

Youtube promotes child cruelty as girl is forced by her father to play shitty GnR tracks.

Socks, star spotting and fiN

Last night I went to fiN's single launch gig at The Social on Little Portland Street. You can get their first vinyl single (of six!) from their website, which contains the songs "The Artisan" and "It Changes Everything". Don't judge them on their recordings though, they come across much better live than on record.

Their singer Luke also wears bright pink or yellow socks on occasion, I think it could be his way of mocking society and their rigid ideals about socks. Either that or he's planning to outdo Peter Jones (Dragons' Den) in the sock stakes. My favourite in their set was "Lucky You" - I reckon it'll be a chart topper someday if they play their cards right.

Yes, this is 100% true. Thanks HJ Sock Group - someday you could be collaborating with the guy from fiN.

Amazingly Howard Donald from Take That was in the audience too (he denied it was him - THE LYING BOY BAND BASTARD) as well as Dom Howard from Muse who nodded his head in approval during the show. Cool.

Hello dad, Hello mom

Apparently I have to start a blog. I don't like it but I'll have to live with it.

Recently I watched the movie adaption of The Runaways' story. Aside from Dakota Fanning and Kirsten Stewart staring vapidly into the camera for most of the film (because the bug-eyed lobotomy look obviously translates as moody yet pensive 'rock chick') it turned out pretty well.

An image of The Runaways' most memorable line-up, labeled for your convenience by www.trespassmag.com (which is where I stole it from).

The Runaways is a glossy, flashy production; its opening scene marks the beginning of Currie/Fanning's journey into womanhood as menstrual blood streams down her legs - nice. Being based on Cherie Currie's biography, Neon Angel, it was understandable that The Runaways turned a majority of its focus onto her and Joan Jett. Still, it would've been nice to hear more about the others: Lita Ford carved out her own career and did a duet with Ozzy Osbourne, Sandy West sadly died of brain cancer near penniless at the age of 47 and I'm too lazy to mention what happened to the other members. Just look it up on Wikipedia if you give a shit.

However, the real stand out performance of the movie was Michael Shannon's stellar portrayal of Runaways' manager Kim Fowley. Although banned from the set due to his 'distractive' nature, Fowley himself is convinced that Shannon is "the new Christopher Walken" and he's probably right. I may write more about Kim Fowley at some point. Crazy bastards like him are currently lacking in music and there's a great big lunatic shaped hole in the industry that needs filling.