Pistol Annies: Annie Up | review
I was initially slightly disappointed - it’s not as perfect as Hell On Heels, but what is? Then it started to earworm me, and it’s as subversive in its own way.
The cosy club for grand slam wild cards | The Tennis Space
It’s actually bizarre in 2013 in one of the most globalised sports in existence that players who happen to be born in one of the Slam nations get to hog valuable opportunities and privileges, but the reciprocal wild card arrangement between the Australian, French and US Opens does just this. It’s also bizarre that Wimbledon ever comes off as the non-elitist, non-anachronistic Slam, but there we are.
The Quietus | Features | A Quietus Interview | 'Everything Is Choreography': The Knife Interviewed
I interviewed The Knife about their divisive live show.
Heyyyy. So. There were four months during which I thought maybe I wouldn’t be in love again, I mean, not with a boy, and maybe that would be fine because New York and women, but then not fine because you can’t spend all day in bed eating grapes with the Empire State Building, and your friends like you too much to have sex with you, and also, you want boys, you want a boy’s capacity to surprise you. Like this song. Which has the cheeeeesiest image. Shit looks like social media marketing for a long-delayed Lifetime movie about a hard-done single MILF falling reluctantly in love with her neighbour’s son, who is home for the summer with a career-ending college ball injury that yet permits him to ride motorcycles and break into infinity pools and fuck her standing against the scaffolding of an abandoned construction site, which is soft-focus spectacular, but then what happens when her redneck baby daddy gets out of NA with a fresh shave and a practical four-wheeler?
In conclusion: I’ve been listening to this song all day, and no matter how good you think it will be, you will be wrong. It’s better. Bye.
so into this Mimi/Miguel lifetime movie
I be in the air like pump-pumped-up fists
nah, I’m like up-chuck, like gut-fish
like hands up my skirt like when-you-gon-let-me-fuck, bitch? - Angel Haze was absolutely electrifying at the Scala last night. She performed “Cleaning Out My Closet” for the first time ever and I’ve never felt an audience hold their breath like that since seeing Tori Amos do “Me And A Gun”. She concluded it with a monologue along the lines of “I am who you are, in your weakest moments and in your strongest moments,” which seems crucial to understanding the fan/artist bond in this case. She’s the most important young rapper around right now, no one else even comes close to what Haze is doing or has the potential to do.
Guardian | Essential summer jams for 2013
Hi it’s summer (FINALLY) and I wrote about my favourite summer jams of this year for the Guardian. Kicking myself for missing off FCL - It’s You (MK Mix) (I SWEAR THIS WAS IN MY DRAFT DOCUMENT aargh), Young Galaxy - New Summer, anything from Om’mas Keith’s astonishingly great (and free) City Pulse and Shuanise - Mercy (not online, but it’s from the new - and excellent Eglo Records Vol. 1 compilation.
Juno Plus Podcast 47: Young Marco | Juno Plus
This mix is amazing, kind of like Steve Reich on a beach?
Exist Yesterday.: markrichardson replied to your photo: I don’t have particularly strong...
Conversations seem to veer more and more towards that these days, I feel.I’m not sure I understand why indie rock canonization is different than other kinds.I wrote three dense, involved paragraphs to respond to this, but I’m not sure I wholly believe the…
Quadron, “Hey Love” (2013)
Newly obsessed with this, too: I loved their eponymous 2009 album, but this is a much more forthright proposition. Love the “La Ritournelle”-esque piano rippling away behind Coco. The video is tremendously neat and brings the whole thing to life. MOVES NOT VIBES.
Kelis - Call On Me
TOTAL CURVEBALL. This is not what I was expecting from her. Instareaction: huh what…yessss? Second reaction: YESSS, LIFE, THOSE HORNS THAT BASSLINE. Third reaction: I guess this is on loop for the foreseeable
