Angry headache

ok. i haven’t written in this blog for some time. I think its time that i should update stuff and entries, because im going for a holiday next week to japan and thought that i could post some pics and like write these witty anecdotes about wonderful cultural things and like what i ate all in true Singaporean blogger vomit style.

I’ll be going to Tokyo, Yokohama and some other japanese places thanks to a wonderful package tour off Dynasty tours. Which really is great because we paid for a tour holiday which has a tour guide that speaks chinese, which defeats the purpose of going on a tour group. The tour group will be about 26 people strong mainly consisting of couples. Honestly, no one i know now, around my age would fucking go on a tour group thingie unless they’re really wierd.

Ok, why am i bitching u might be asking. Isn’t is good enough that my mother’s paying for this holiday? I mean im still unemployed and jacking off like a true blue bum. Well, the fact is that. Im going with my mum and sis. ta-dah. nuff said. After surviving one month going in USA with girls is enuff to make me go gay.

So please, im just going to go there, shut the fuck up and relax. really.

Anyway, music writing stuff, ya ya. hhmm…. i just read this blog that’s maintained by some friend of mine. In one entry, i saw the most fucking stupid thing in the world since wearing buttons on your jeans, Post rock mixes. I know everybody wants to rule the world, some people just love music so much they write about it (that’s ok really in the end individual opinions will end up in the same teenage culture wasteland) but mixes, that’s so dumb really. Taping together songs, shuffle mode, or something. I’ve pretty much given up going to discos and all, oh ya, and talk about my friend’s new favourite watering hole where you can be yourself and party like its 1999, Butter Factory. From brazil to the south africa, iceland and how ever and whatever you comprehend the term “global phenonoma”, This fucking indie shit culture is making me so sick. Snotty intellectuals bred on haruka murakami (oh you read that too?) and their strange circular arguments on what’s cool and what’s not (its not exclusive to retro) Oh ya, emo’s out.

sigh. ok about music. i shouldnt write about cutural angst like that really, because after all, i do think that i belong more or less loosely to that really. Cept that i dont really do anything at all.

Well, i think that just basically trying to think of the words to feed off anger, made me less angry, then i would have found the exact way to express way. I guess it is in finding that we actually get off more, so perverts stop getting your rocks off to Porn and start cruising girls more.

About that blog i mentioned, well, the reason why ive stopped doing entries about albums is because i cant believe how convicted that person about his “reviews”. Its not that he believes its authoratative, or that its very well informed, or that he has used the right stuff to tell the reader what the music is about. Well, i mean his reviews are reviews, in a facial cream and toothpaste review sense. Totally fucked up and sanitized. Is this how rock music is supposed to be like. Oh ya and its supposed to tell u something new as well, about this band and why its place in rock and rolling. i must also mention his fucking fetish for post rock which is vomit inducing as he tries to curl his tongue over how the music makes him feel good, might as well write about which porn star turns him on and how, at least he’s honest.

Ok, im now listening to My bloody valentine’s loveless, i got it on nice limited edition 180gm vinyl, 836/1000 numbered. It sounds great. I also read about some of the complaints that some people have about MBV’s new tour. Firstly, that the vocals were too soft. Next, that it was too loud. And also that the last “you made me realise” noise jam was not noisy enough. Ok, i love MBV like mad, i wish that if i killed camera obscura when they come over that i would be given a chance to see MBV live. Still i do not believe in the infalliable nature of MBV’s music, some loose bolts here and there definately. Come on, indie kids and post rock kids, the vocals are already soft on the albums, and they are loud didnt u read about it in your rock literary pursuits or were too busy finding morrissey’s lyrics and studying them.

you know what im so fucking pissed really.

here are some great albums you should check out.

big black’s songs about fucking. classic cover. classic classic. sad thing is that my copy’s on vinyl and lacks the cheap trick cover he’s a whore. also classic. this album is up there with led zeppelin and nine inch nails. Any one who makes his guitar sound like that is king. find it download this.

moonshake’s eva luna is a wonderful record, which takes a few spins really to grasp and dig thru. slightly cluttered by dub-centric riddims, it all starts coming together as a fucking pissed off Public image limited meets pissed off sonic youth thing. Good for your ears and good for your soul.

Sweet sweet driving guitar rock. Found this in the used bin at somewhere (heh). Straight ahead american style take on MBV’s pop noise. Nice vocals too.

u know i feel like a total idiot. i put these albums up and shit. i tell you what im going to upload them soon on the next post so that everyone can hear them. hahah..

fruck