Sunday, 5 February 2012

So long January, we didn't get on...

So now it's February, hey? Took it's time really, I can't say January was a particularly enjoyable month. But since I have combed my hair (a remarkable feat, I can tuck it into my high-waisters now, and it takes a good 45 minutes just to get the knots out) and olive oil-ed it, completely tidied my house, completed that irritating 1,000 word story that needs to be in Monday (I cannot get it below 1,601 words. Shite.) organised my wardrobe set everything straight, I feel so much better.
I've booked my crazy bad hair do, and my tattoo is booked for Friday (eek!) Now I'm just chilling on my laptop, watching the snow fall outside and waiting for the boyfriend to arrive so that we can go, errr, play in the snow.

Outside my window.

Also, just wanted to share a few February songs with you, They're quite chilled, so don't worry about the screaming alerting your parents to your sudden death.

1. English Rose - The Jam
2. Far Away - Wolfmother (I adore this band, they remind me of my dad's 70's pyschadelic rock! They're tipped to play at Reading this year as well - yay!)
3. Higher Love - James Vincent McMorrow (this bloke is Irish, a little bit like Bon Iver, but has a really sweet voice. He used to do all the rock shit, before he like, found himself and all that. A bit mellow for my tastes, but I really like this song, I think it's a cover.)

Love, Peace, and February Fun,
Mx

P.S. Note the lack of mention of V-Day, the 14th. That's a whole other blog post, folks!


Saturday, 28 January 2012

Ska-ky out of her comfort zone

I love rock. I love ska. I like metal and glamrock, I listen to everything from indie-rock to hair metal, so when I was asked to review a drum and bass album, the results may not quite be as expected...



I am sceptical about Chaseand Status’ second album. Their first, MoreThan Alot, won several prizes onthe drum and bass scene, from Best Album to Best Track and Best Video, but it seemed too edgy, with too much of a die-hard, pure drum and bass following for the average mere mortal. For this reason, No More Idols was the first Chase and Status album I’ve listened to, and far from being hesitant, I was actually quite curious. 
   
With its now iconic Bulldog image album cover, with thatheavy acid-yellow lettering, No More Idols promised more hard and fast,Prodigy-esque anthems. What it delivered was a far more ever reaching taste ofeverything from drum and bass to dubstep, to reggae infused prog rock with anicy shot of 90s trance. Nothing about this album was done by halves, and evenif there is a suspicious amount of appearances from other popular artists (somewould say in an attempt to break into the mainstream) there is more than enoughto justify an almighty progression of Chase and Status’ sound.

No More Idols kicks off with No Problem; a snaking, synth-led tune with some surprising elements - a slightly awkward Jamaican vocal (have you ever heard "it's no problem for me, but it's a problem for you" said in such a polite manner?) and a smattering of African tribal drums. By the time you've heard Fire In Your Eyes (held up by Maverick Sabre) and the distinctly flat Let You Go (which relies completely on Mali's rasping vocals to bring this stale dance tune to life) you think you have this album sussed - it's bringing a bit more dubstep to Prodigy's tried and tested raver anthems, squeezing their formula into a more modern setting, which a heavy dose of talented feature artists.

Then you hear Blind Faith. I spent five minutes and 49 seconds of my life watching the impressively brave video - a home-grown, camcorder-filled documentary of the 90s rave scene. Labelled "groundbreaking," this song and video did not disappoint; it has the youth of the UK chorusing "TUUUUUNE!" every time the iconic "sweeeeeet, sensation" main line filled Radio 1's airwaves (which, let's be honest, was an awful lot.) Indeed, one of the few flaws of this song was the fact that it was horrendously overplayed on mainstream radios... a fate that did not befall the next standout track.

The climax of No More Idols comes during Fool Yourself and Hypest Hype. Plan B's mincing vocals contrast with the thrashing beats and angry chanting of "you can only fool yourself for so long" - it's not difficult to forget the lyrics of this track, as this is the only line. You get the impression that this track would be brilliant live, a real crowd-pleaser, as is Hypest Hype. In name as in nature, this track received a lot of coverage from music press, due to the fact that included samples from the Doors "Been Down So Long" and vocals from Tempah T - a sumise that would put most people off. However, this is in the minority of tracks where the vocals are carefully matched and bring something new to the song, without merely propping it up - although Prodigy has had this covered for about 100 years.

Unfortunately, this is most definitely the peak of the album. Hitz features Tinie Tempah, and tries painfully hard to be alternative and gritty; the video shows shots of grimy council flats, rasta-style graffitti and red-lensed, wild-eyed shots of gangly men with huge pupils and baseball caps. Heavy follows, with the help of Dizzee Rascal, overdosing on dubstep and grinding into one long noise. The lyrics also take a turn for the worse, with deep, meaningful lines such as "there aint no category, I'll just do ya."

Thus the album progresses, in a blur of filler tracks like Brixton Briefcase and the dreary effort from indie rockers White Lies, Embrace. Although these provide a welcome respite from the constant thrash and thump (apart from the technically brilliant Hocus Pocus, which alas lacks the soul and passion of other tracks) they really are nothing to write home about, with the drum and bass duo failing to showcase their featured artists vocals, and instead synthing over them.

The album ends on the track that bought Chase and Status their most mainstream success - End Credits. Plan B's silky, soulful vocal carries the wistful undercurrent throughout the song, with the relatively tame backbeats holding back to showcase the tender string section, striking a chord with every rebellious teenager or troubled twenty-something - proof indeed that No More Idols is an anthemic album for the youth, bringing technical brilliance to the Prodigy's passionate blueprint, bringing drum and bass bang up to date, and showing flashes (sometimes cunningly disguised as noise) of true talent.

Saturday, 21 January 2012

Some film and TV that I like

The English have a terrible reputation. We used to drink breakfast tea, wear bowler hats, place importance on manners and men... in essence, we used to be gentlemen. Now the English fall into three categories...

1. The Welly-boot Wankers
This breed of Englishman has a very distinct appearance; he will wear a Jack Wills gilet, perhaps a navy sports jacket, or even a "hoody" on his down-time days (N.B. this hoody cost over £60, or its not even worth buying.) On his feet, wellingtons, or perhaps boat shoes. The female W-BW is likely to be dressed in much the same gear, perhaps a pair of jodpurs or cords, or a Cath Kidson apron if she is in the kitchen, cooking on the Aga ready to serve organic food onto her Emma Bridgewater crockery (sexism intended.) They clip their vowels, but sprinkle speech liberally with the word "mate" or "banter." They play rugby, tennis and polo, unless their on a shoot or trying to find their way to the exit in the gloom of Hollister. Lads are likely to drink Ruddles or Magners ("pear?! Oh mate, they sell PEAR MAGNERS here! I didn't even know pears were, like, alcoholic!") whilst the ladies are prone to the odd glass of wine, perhaps a cheeky WKD at a party, but not the blue one, who do you take me for, some sort of ladette?!

2. The Suburbus Populus
Your average Joe. Joe also likes Hollister and Jack Wills, as he does not like to appear too chavvy, innit, but likes to mix it up here and there with some Adidas, and obviously, OBVIOUSLY, Topman chinos. Do you think One Direction get theirs from River Island?? Well? DO YOU? No. If you want to get the laydees, you've got to go Topman bruv. The average Joe-ette likes her burgundy leggings, gilet and Abercromie and Fitch shirt, complete with a ginormous scarf, to give the impression that one's head is balanced precarioulsy upon one's shoulders. Typical music tastes can range from One Direction and JLS to general Top 40, to your generic Arctic Monkeys and King's of Leon for the truly edgy (ahem.)

3. The Old Eccentrics
Truly rare, this species of Englishman is dying out. To quote a favourite ska band, this category is "for the soldier in contempt of court, cause he believed in freedom of thought. This is for the baby who struggles to talk, but can manage to gargle the language of God. This is for the origami swan, who dared to soar up to the sun. This is for the outcasts, the freaks and the schemers, this is for the last of the dreamers." Um, so maybe that wasn't entirely relevant, but if you are interested, I'd have a butchers at their website http://www.kingblues.com/, their shit good and brilliant live if you can get manage it!Back to the eccentrics, these are the one's who don't quite fit in, the Susan Boyle's of this world, if you like. Taking a sociological stance, these people are often labelled, fail society's institutions, and form subcultures in order to belong. This brings me neatly (well, not neatly, I fitted this entire blog post around this point) onto the subject oooof... This Is England.


Now I don't want you thinking, oh here we go, another teenage girl trying to be edgy by watching a gritty old Shane Meadows - I genuinely do love this. I love Northerners; I think they have so much more spirit that us down South! If you haven't watched either the film or the two Channel 4 spin-off series' yet, then get on it! You can watch it here. I think Woody and Lol are one of the most overlooked couples of film.


Ohh, sorry, shitty GIF!
One more for the road folks, sorry if it looks like you've accidentally tuned into a FanGirls tumbr...


Booties.
Mx





Thursday, 12 January 2012

Two thousand and twelve

It's rolled around again folks! Unbelievably, I managed to complete all of last years resolutions/bucket list, apart from "achieve a flawless, all-over even tan"... but then being an of the albaster persuasion, this was never really going to happen. 2012 (not twenty twelve, we're not in the military) is a little bit further out there, but I don't think any of them are unachievable...

1. GET A TATTOO
Yes, this is silly. Yes, it's irresponsible. Yes, my mother will hate me forever if she finds out. But I'm getting a wee little cross, on me chest, for personal reasons innit.



2. HAVE A DODGY HAIRDO
Not a life-changingly, cringe cringe kill yourself cringe bad hairdo. Just one that I'll look back on in a few years and think, what the prick was I thinking?! It's character building.



3. DO A RUN FOR CHARITY
http://raceforlife.cancerresearchuk.org/
I know its only 5km, but I really feel like this could raise some money, and its something I want to do, especially for Leukemia and Lymphoma. However, as I am incredibly unfit, I will be undergoing insanely intense preparations (stay tuned for painful updates...)

4. TAKE A PHOTO EVERYDAY
I will be posting these. Apologies.

5. GO ON HOLIDAY WITHOUT THE RENTAL UNITS
The boyfriend is quite keen on Tunisia at the moment (fool! Little does he know, a week alone with me and my semi-obsessive suncream habits, and our relationship will be toast!) but I am swinging the way of an Ireland road-trip with the girlzz. This way we can visit some Uni's out there as well as hitting the pubs, and appreciating the sound of raindrops on a cottage window in the land of the Leprechaun.


7. ATTEND A MINDBLOWING GIG/FESTIVAL
So far, I have tickets for The Kabeedies, Sum 41, Coldplay and Reading Festival. Yeah I know. My life rocks.


8. SURVIVE A-LEVELS
This is providing trickier than I first thought. Speaking of which, I have a pile of essays waiting, that aint gunna write themselves...

Love, Peace, and 2012 Lovin',
Mx

P.S. Oh, and my number 1 new years resolution? Be tasteless. Be rash. Stop thinking things through. Be rebellious. Do stupid things. Get hurt. Get over it. Get too drunk. Eat crap food. Cut all your hair off. Hair grows back. Circumstances change and people leave, but (and I know its a cliche) the one thing that is truly limited in life is the time that we have, and at the moment, I'm not sure if I'm making the most of it.

Monday, 12 December 2011

Bollocks, this is tricky.

I am trying to be a good blogger and sort out my blog so that it looks prettier, and write something that makes sense, rather than these emo rants that I seem to be into nowadays. The thing is, I used to have a life, then I started my A-Levels. Then I took on two jobs, and started volunteering for the hospital radio. Then I started chasing people up for work experience, and being shot down (twats.) Then I developed a boyfriend (yes, me! In a committed relationship! Shock, horreur!)



















Like Kate and Johnny, only less cool. So I'm transferring to tumblr for a while (I know, hipster faggot) to see if thats easier. Please bear with me!

Mx

Do it. DOO IT.

Thursday, 6 October 2011

An evangelistic post on faith and shit.

Don’t you just look at people sometimes and wonder; what drives them? What is it that, no matter how many times they’re knocked down, no matter how many times their spirit is crushed and their dreams shattered, always manages to pick them up and help them to start again?
You see people all too often in horrific accidents that lead to a loss of mobility – they are put into an induced coma and it is all but their sheer strength of mind that helps them to open their eyes, learn to move, to speak, to walk, to start to put their lives back together piece by piece.
Of course there are always those unfortunate ones who will be left behind, those who cannot move on and rebuild.  They are not to be pitied, they are not the weak, they are merely ones who believed so strongly in the element of their life that failed, that they cannot comprehend life without it. Again, you see them all too often; those who have taken their life because they can’t cope with the changes, those who rely so heavily on others for support you wonder whether they are really alive at all. Then there are those who, like my grandmother, never truly recover, but go through all the motions – a shadow of their former self.
So I come back to my question: what is it that some people have that drives them on? Is it religion? Or just faith, perhaps not in a God, but in some sort of divinity, a way of life. Is it their belief in themselves, the conviction that only you can truly determine what you will be? Or is it their belief in someone else, their absolute certainty that this person is their life, their reason for living? Is this love? Or just devotion?
Have they never experienced loss, experienced the feeling when all has been taken from you? Or does this conviction just lie in the hope that this something will never go away?
This reminds me of a Doctor Who episode a couple of weeks ago (don’t judge me, I have unbounded love for this show)where a creature fed on the faith that others had. At the end of the episode, the Doctor had to save Amy from the creatures clutches by breaking her faith in him. She survived, but it was like something inside her was broken without this faith.
Whatever “it” is, I envy and admire those people who can have such
unwavering faith in something. They show the rest of us just how beautiful it can be.

Wednesday, 8 June 2011

Would you Adam and Eve it?

I haven't written a post in a whole month. That's pretty bad, I know how much I hate it when I'm getting kind of into a blog, and then the blogger is all "weell, I just fancied a holiday and let this whole telling-you-every-step-of-my-life thing tail off."
I had this totally interesting article coming your way, about different types of males, but half way through I got quite depressed at the prospect of categorising every man on the planet, so... don't hold your breath for that one.
ANYWAYYY... look at these thrilling and strange things that have happened to me this month!

1. I LEFT SCHOOL
Oh yeah. That one. The big one. Except, y'know, I'm coming back for Sixth Form next year, but the prospect of a nine week summer is just - mm mm mmmm, tasty.


2. I BOUGHT MY PROM DRESS
Yeah! Me! I CHOSE one! A conscious decision from the non-decision maker! And it's red!! My grandmother says it makes me look like a hussy, but I am willing to let that slide, as she also once said that I'm single because I'm too skinny to bear babies, and no man wants a girl who can't have his babies. Which is wrong on so many levels, really.

I'm not showing your a picture.

3. I GOT ABSOLUTELY WANKERED
Am I allowed to say that word?

Again, there will be no picture for this.

4. I GOT TONSILLITIS
And am consequently now really into soup.



5. I WENT GINGER
But it came out purpley, and I don't like it. I'll get it lightened and then unveil it on here.

6. I'VE DECIDED I WANT TO GO TO ABERDEEN UNIVERSITY
Because it sounds lovely, and the countryside is beautiful, and I love Scottish people.


So that's everything really. I'm now on study leave, feeling quite humdrum with my soup and my studying.
Love, Peace and The Difference a Month Makes,
Mx