Another Dollybird blog ...

Cut this “Culture” Cult

2010-01-11T19:42:00.001Z

There is no escaping the mechanised work process,
Office hours are 24/7.
Eight hour shifts spent typing away,
sat at the desk.
Tedious telephone calls.
Blackberrys buzzing.

One can losen his tie at the end of the day
Get the train home,
An hour away.

Then one can relax.
To the banal existence,
Of staring at the same screen.
Hearing the same phone ring.

Technology now rules everything.

With culture and advertising,
You’ll get what your given.
A blank canvas staged as art.
Cheated out of everything but,
The real thing.

For this ‘real thing’ that is promised,
Is yet to be created,
But is hyped and advertised nonetheless.
A distraction from the truth,
The mundane dull life we seek to escape.

The battle of the Doe and the Peacock.

2010-01-06T23:43:00.002Z

Revamp Revamp,
The lady is a tramp.
The lady doth pretend too much.
Protest and prostitute too much.
She wears scarlet lips, silk underwear
Velvet skirt,
Matching ribbon for her hair.

Oh dear.
The dear.
Her stark wide stare.
Wastes her time ruffling peacocks hair.
Those feathers. So glossy, dark and rare.
Bright blue and jade
The shade,
Of dreamy rivers deep.
Etched with spots of sapphire.

Those vibrant patterns scold the dear that longs for them.
For feathers so beautiful and rare,
Are far too much for the poor dears glare.
Reflect not in the sparkling eyes of the doe; but scold,
Leaving the poor thing cold.

For like deep rivers the colours of jade and even gold
Are enchanting.
But so often cause misery to those who try to behold.
Jaded rivers deep, sink ships.
And peacocks sapphire feathers scold.

Tarts should not fall in love.
Jealous boys break more hearts.
One cannot tame the ego of the peacock.

Other.

2010-01-06T23:24:00.001Z

If you give me time to explain myself.
To articulate why I cannot refrain myself
From doing what I’m meant not to do.
I do it because you tell me not to.

The others tell me.
They mutter.
To get me into trouble.
Like a comic devil on my shoulder.
That’s the other.

I’m not sure who she is, but she creeps up on me.
She doesn’t talk but she talks over me.
She can’t communicate. So she just shrieks.

The other is a chameleon,
A demon.
A self destructive attention seeking.
Evil, plotting gambler.
She always wins.
Her risk taking; one of many sins.

The other isn’t evil,
She means well.
Just seeking entertainment.
No time to sit and dwell on what might be.
No wait and see.
She won’t even wait for me.
Must escape from captivity.

Arrives late at night,
High as a kite.
Dressed like Jack the Ripper,
Equipped with cape and knife.
Is she a murderer if she can accessorize?

The other excuses my wicked past,
Finishes another bottle,
Then tucks herself into bed.
With another boy.
Another toy, distraction and joy.
She says we’re very alike, the only problem is I don’t enjoy cleaning up the mess when she scarpers.

I’m left to pick up the many fragmented pieces of glass she smashed.
I never really can tell if she’s bad.
Or just as mad, as Carroll’s hatter.

The Fair.

2009-12-26T23:22:00.005Z

Roll up roll up,
welcome back to the fairground.
Hazy lights,
Cheap thrills.
Frights.
We're soaring high as kites, again.

Holding hands and sticky candy floss,
so we're dizzy together.
Sweet sickly bites.
Things go bump in the night, again.

Roaring rollercoster rides.
Hold me tight.
Don't let me out of your sight.

Dancing towards disaster,
it all goes so much faster,
when i'm with you
Don't let me down tonight.

Then its over,
all the laughter,
the gasping goldfish,
out of water,
in the plastic,
will probably last longer.
It makes me wonder,

Whats the point in going to the fair?

Scars

2009-12-26T23:22:00.003Z

I’m a product, this serial code marks me.
These scars cover me.
Like hot waxy lasers mark the cows.
The tattoos tell who shall be eaten first.
I’m number 101. Next to the slaughterhouse.
Razored quite deep. I never mean too.
That boiling pan slipped. My arm bright red.
Sizzles from the waters caress.

That stupid architect marked me again.
With her many pens, she doodles.
Crafted works of misery in blood.
Scratches and burns. It’s not conventional beauty
Much appreciated nonetheless.

This one blisters, the many layers of skin.
Raw. Red. Deep.
The insides unfamiliar. I always thought I was shallow.
But now my hand is more grated than the dinner I failed to cook.
The knife chopped up my fingers and instead threw them in the pan.

The potatoes safe on the worktop
Comfortable in their battered brown skins.
The onions mock me and my new layers.
My crimson cuts show they are better than me.
I’ll go hungry again.

POCKET WATCH

2009-12-26T23:22:00.001Z

You’ve left me alone.
With only my pocket watch.
Times laughing at me.
“What are you going to do with it all?” she says.
I shrug.
Turn away.

They say the young and beautifuls enemy is time.
Decaying, Destructive.
I thought you were divine.

Catch me quick.
Before it’s too late.
Peter Pan has been and gone.
He’s long since flown away.
Neverland won’t wait for me.
I’d love to live in a world that lacks intimacy.

Tick Tock Tick Tock.
The clock has struck.
Close my eyes.
Force me to decide.
Choose a life.
Wendy will survive.

Pigeon Shooting

2009-12-26T23:21:00.003Z

Paradoxical bird,
You live off lemon curd, and seeds.
Shrieking of rights for your fellow kind.
Then fluttering away in fright.
Time for flight.
So your songs remain unheard.
Fly or run.
Torturous scum, chases you to the sun.
Pointing and cocking,
Man triggers his gun.

LOVE STORY

2009-12-26T23:21:00.001Z

I wish I could believe in love,
Flutter my eyes and blush,
Good girls are meant to.
It’s in our blood.

I don’t bleed anymore,
Not even when I want to.
The darkness outside has seeped inside somehow.
It’s made me hollow.

Though you still talk to me,
Or try.
I’m not really there.
I look straight through .
I used to listen.
I’d cling on to your every word.
Until I didn’t like what I heard.
Reality hit hard like the cold winds blast my face
and bite my knuckles as I run away,
from all of this.

Now we just look at each other in silence.
Sometimes you might mumble something,
Just to make life less awkward.
Or in case our eyes meet.
In case we remember again.
Not again.
Not again.
Please not again.

DINNER TIME.

2009-12-26T23:13:00.000Z

Cook cook cook.
Cook me another meal.
Give me the strength to heal.
Don’t leave me lying still.
Flat as a pancake.
Ill as an old mule.
Weighted down by all the food,
Balanced on its back.
Falling down in the dusty Autumn field.
Ironically hungry.

BLACK ICE

2009-12-26T23:12:00.001Z

I think you loved me for ten minutes
You fell in, out, in, out, of love with me.
Looking into my eyes,
You said you saw my soul.
Clichéd I know.
But I believed you.

Kissed my neck and bit my lips,
Ran your fingers through my hair, and upon my hips.
As we lay on those pure, white sheets of snow.
Untouched by bird or fox.
They all slept.
But you were up.
I never care much for sleep.

We clasped our raw bitten hands together.
The winter rain works like a vice.
Like vipers when they catch the mice,
But nobody likes dirty ice.
Even nobodies like you.

It sloshes underneath your boots,
Filling your shoes with watery mud.
Wetting your socks.
The snow melted underneath us.

I think for a few seconds you loved me.
But now your feet are blue.
It’s now me that loves you.

MY LAPTOP BROKE

2009-12-26T02:46:00.002Z

It did really.
I'm not just being lazy.

It may have been slightly my fault, but you'd think a little sprinkling of water wouldn't do much harm to such an amazing creation, the trusty hardwearing dell.

You'd be horribly wrong.

It may have been more than a sprinkle..

A pint if we're being specific.
And I may have left it seeping into the bottom for about 12 hours whilst I was shopping.

BUT STILL.

Although the lovely dell people did fix it and didn't even charge me :)
So I'll blame society for constantly telling us to drink so much bloody water.

SO NOT MY FAULT!

I'll write something soon.
It'll be horribly depressive and intense, or something ....

xx

Man is a myth invented by animals ..

2009-11-30T00:52:00.000Z

A honk, what does he want?
A flash. A smile. To walk me up the aisle …
A touch. A thrust. A kiss.
Hit and miss.
Hunger subsides and he is gone,
but there’s plenty more where he came from.
For the Lion needs to feed.
And I am the Antelope!
All wide eyed with brittle thighs,
forever hunted by the tribe.
I must apply my war paint and obey.
Play and pretend.
For the white van will drive by again.
When he does, the losing battle shall commence!
But I have a shield.
The dagger will not clamour, into my spine.

2009-11-27T13:38:00.001Z

Zip.

What do you want me to be?
I am yours, entirely.
A blank canvas do as you please.
PAINT ME. PAINT ME.

Red lipped doll.
Femme Fatale.
What do you want me to do?
I’d shut my mouth.
For you.

"Useless Generation"

2009-11-22T15:50:00.000Z

Invasion.

Day of the dead is here.
They swarm our now swamped world.
Brain dead corpses we did it to ourselves.
We pay the price now.

Festering towns.
Sewage water now lays,
Rotting where great towns once stood.
They cannot communicate to each other.
Our generation.
Our next of kin.
Our greatest sin.
Would be to recreate.
Like this.

My Dystopian daydreams
Aren’t obscene.
Mere observations.
Maybe I am mad?
It’s the only way you can refer to the sane these days.

Whilst watching them.
If evolution exists,
They should be born with mirrors growing outside of their backsides.
Blackberries attached to their hands,
The need to inform each other of their latest thoughts is absolute.
No need for words.
A key should do.
They’re all in tune.
In sync.
Gargling, repeating their latest distastes.
Generic burbling vomiting spewing infecting each other.
The disease of modern life.

2009-11-22T15:45:00.000Z

Narcissus save us.

Chemicals injected like Jewish twins, in Birkanhau,
A small incision to the face.
Doctor do you love me now?

It pains and blisters,
all these stitches,
it's irreversible.
Yet each night I hack and preen.
Do I look clean, or obscene?

Paint our faces an inch thick,
recreating our youth,
it's fashionable to be balloon women.
We do it for you.

It's an art this application,
we say to ourselves,
we've perfected it now.

This routine to beauty,
we all try desperately to perfect.
Chisel. Chop. Crop. Cleave. Carve,
the pain away.
Follow Narcissus to the pool, of beauty and decay.
We all would drown in the lake of fire,
To be beautiful for just a day.

We slice and dice,
Lacerate.
Our rotting flesh away.
Monstrous beings hide behind the mirror.
Bow down to our King Dorian Gray.

To blog or not to blog? That is the question ...

2009-11-22T15:18:00.009Z

I haven't blogged since summer...
Before summer.
What have I been doing you ask?
Or you don't ask, because I don't have any readers anymore.
Because I haven't blogged since the end of spring!

Right well... this is why I stopped blogging.
It's vain isn't it? Who cares what I've been doing, it sounds terribly narcistic to recite my entire year and I'm sure it would also be terribly boring.
Is blogging putting oneself up on a pedestal due to vanity?
I was ranting to my flatmates earlier about columns (particular reference to Amanda Holden's column in Fabulous Magazine ... ) Who actually cares if she went to a party with Simon Cowell in the week, why does she feel the need to share it with everyone?

Then I thought about blogging.
My first essay this semester (I got in to Uni, wahey!!) was about blogging, and as a blogger (or ex- blogger?) I wrote 2000 words on how great it is. Free speech, democracy, a chance for anyone to share with everyone... etc.
But during my research I also got a bit cynical.
How many blogs are just pictures with 'this is what I like today ...'
Or 'this is what I wore today ...'
Its a bit dull really isn't it?
Don't get me wrong there are some fabulous blogs out there, a few friends of mine have some great ones I read (or follow?) but there are some really awful pretentious ones too.

It put me off.

But then I decided who cares, if its pretentious or annoying don't read it.
So I'm blogging again, mainly for fun and myself although it would be nice if people read it .. its probably going to be a bit ranty, there might be some poetry, i'll get some pretty pictures on it too.
I'm all very new to this and mainly doing it as a bit of a tester, if its really awful please just tell me to STOP.

I actually had a lovely summer, cocktails in Spain with my Mum, culture in Kracow with my Dad (I was meaning to put the photos up, maybe I will at some point? But it seems like the moment has passed ...) Went back to the NME which was nice, lots of parties and now it seems its almost christmas and thats a bit scary.

Leeds is fabulous though. My course is great. I've met some really nice people, joined societies, done a few band interviews.

Oh and the shops are amazing.

2009-11-22T15:03:00.003Z

Merman

Take me away,
just one more day,
I want to swim with the mermaids again.

The enchanted island you promised me,
all those years ago,
I want to go back.
I'll behave this time. I'm better.
Down, down, deeper we go.

Glistening fish,
each more delicate and sublime than the last.
These flashing watercolours.
Time won't pass.
They can't catch up with us.

Now the ticking clock chases fast.

Sirens howl.
Venomous snakes drown
me in this deep black lake.
Weeds cling onto my ankles,
Dragging.
This water's become stagnant.
Damaging.
This anthrax seaweed is restricting.
Poisoning.

You spit me out again.

Addicted. My three second memory never serves me well.
That black lake swallowed me whole,
to watch me fry in the sizzling sun.
"There are enough fish in this bowl".

On a brighter note...

2009-07-17T16:13:00.004+01:00

Two of my favourite words put together to make an even better word, gosh I love Summer Sales.
ASOS has a pretty good one as usual, which is definetley worth checking out if you haven't already.
http://www.asos.com/
Collectif have just added lots to theirs.
http://www.collectif.co.uk/shop/home.php?cat=275
And Topshop's sale on the website really isn't that great but I popped to my local and finally got myself some lightwash ripped jeans that I've wanted for ages, they were the last ones and they were in my size, so it was made to be!
My favourite has to be La Senza's sale though, don't let the website fool you, in all the shops many things are still discounted by over half price.
So I've spent a small fortune this week, but Sale money doesn't really count does it?
xxx

Laisse tomber les filles...

2009-07-17T15:52:00.004+01:00

I've found a new (or should I say pretty old) genre of music that fascinates me at the moment and seems to just exemplify my current mood; french '60s pop.

I love France Gall's music.

It sounds really beautiful but sad, like the more well known Shangri-La's hits.

It's pop music but with dark, troubled undertones. The kind of music that Amy Winehouse has modernised.

Laisse tomber les filles apparently roughly translates leave the girls to fall.

Similarly to Winehouse it's a bit jazzy. It makes me think of the Hepburn film Funny Face...

Laisse tomber les filles

Un jour c'est toi qu'on laissera

Laisse tomber les filles

Un jour c'est toi qui pleureras

The Thermals FREE Download

2009-07-12T11:55:00.003+01:00

Okay I've been back from Spain for a whole week now (Gosh feels a lot longer, after missing the heatwave and coming back to the storm I think this rain must have sapped all my energy. I was gonna do a post about Spain but it seems a bit late now)
Anyway just a quick post about a new band I've been listening to called The Thermals.
I first heard this band a few weeks ago on Steve Lamacq's new music show.
And I can't stop listening to this song (which annoyingly isn't on their myspace, but can be downloaded from the Artrocker site)
http://www.artrocker.com/mp3s/the-thermals
I let it go is by far my favourite song of theirs.
DOWNLOAD IT
It's free :)

I looked my fear in the eyes!
Looked at the cold ground below!
I knew I could love or die!
I let it go!I let it go!

Let it go :)
x

Sometimes it's hard to let go ...

2009-07-07T10:50:00.002+01:00

Haha really did want to have to name this post that but it seemed fitting.

Neils Children's bassist Keith Seymour has decided to leave the band, forcing them to pull out of their upcoming show at Dice Club this Sunday (which I was hoping to see them at)
Seymour took over from originial bassist James Hair in 2005 so remaining members Brandon Jacobs and John Linger have had no problem in keeping the band alive.
This is by no means the end for the band who are hoping to replace Seymour and have a list of gigs set up for this Septemeber, for which they should have an exciting new line-up.

What is it with post-punk bassists?
This news comes shortly after a similar situation with band R O M A N C E.

I wish the boys the best of luck.
Their new album 'X.ENC' is out now.

Retro Swimwear

2009-06-26T15:38:00.020+01:00

The inspiration:

I'm supposed to be packing, but that's so dull. I'll do it later. I'm loving 1950's style pinup swimwear at the moment. There's a great assortment here at:
http://www.pinupgirlclothing.com/swimwear.html
(Amercian Rockabilly attire website, slightly pricey if you live in the UK)

I really love these all in ones:

http://www.skinnydipswimwear.com/
(Theres a UK site, works out cheaper. Part of LegAvenue designs)

Skinnydip Swimwear is also available at British alt clothing site:
http://www.dollydagger.co.uk/

Here's two that caught my eye on ASOS

I wish I could afford a Betsey Johnson bikini. The last two are from her current 09 summer collection. The first one is from her fab 08 summer show.

Happy Shopping Sailors!

xxx

Regina Spektor - Samson

2009-06-26T14:53:00.002+01:00

You are my sweetest downfall
I loved you first, I loved you first.
Beneath the sheets of paper lies my truth.
I have to go, I have to go

How beautiful is that?
I love it when you don't listen to a song for a while and then it comes up on the ipod.

x

Strawberries, cherries and an angel’s kiss in spring. My summer wine is really made from all these things...

2009-06-24T19:02:00.016+01:00

All these post's have been very 60s based. My blogs become a bit of a niche.

I think it's the heat, I can only listen to '60s music at the moment; be it pop, good old rock 'n' roll or pyschedelia.

I love Nancy Sinatra and Lee Hazlewood's collaboration songs. Sinatra's bewitching eerie voice contrasts Hazlewoods deep growl. It's like something out of a fairytale.

On a more contemporary note though; i'm loving Kasabians new sound. It's very pyschedelic sounding, perfect for the summer.

'Face check I walk this beach

I’m frying in the heat in the cauldron stir me

Chop down my diamond teeth I ain’t got
The simple things in life have been lost'

Usually i'm a bit ambivalent about the band, they've had a few tunes but to me they always sound like they're just trying to be the new Oasis. They do it well, like a great tribute act...
But they're new album is quite exciting. Not least Noel Fieldings appearance as a vampire in the music video to 'Vlad the impaler'.

Releases 'Fire' and 'Vlad the impaler' just make me think hot hot summer, early 70s, dancing and sharing a bong.

Which reminds me; I'm envying everyone who's going to Glastonbury this weekend.

I'm off to Spain though so I guess it's not all bad.

Haven't blogged half as much as I wanted to this week, and I've got loads of packing to do...

I've been looking at lots of Tim Walker photography lately.

So here's some much needed fashion pictures that remind me of summer from Tim Walker:

Early dawning, Sunday morning, It's all the streets you crossed, not so long ago.

2009-06-21T22:51:00.004+01:00

I can only listen to the Velvet Underground when I’m hungover, drained, and partied out.
After celebrating end of exams since Thursday I’ve had an extended weekend’s partying but just wanted to a quick post to show that I am committed to this blog!

Now I’m ready to do this:

Shall post lots next week and get this blog properly started. Promise.

Here's a picture I took today: I have no idea why, as I can't take photo's at all. But I got a bunch of roses two weeks ago and they've all died except for one which is still suprisingly very pink.

I can't look after flowers at all and buy lots of artificial ones to compensate, so this amazed me.

Johnny remember me.

2009-06-19T19:05:00.004+01:00

Telstar comes out in selected cinemas throughout Britain today!

The film about british producer Joe Meek, is directed by Nick Moran and stars Con O'Neil, Kevin Spacey, Ralf Little and James Corden. It also features smaller roles from Jimmy Carr and Nigel Harman (that reasonably attractive guy that got with Sharon in Eastenders) and acting cameos from former libertine Carl Barat and Justin Hawkins of The Darkness (who plays Lord Sutch!)

Even if you're not familar with the story of Meek I think that cast alone is enough to go out and see the film.

Judging from the trailer this film promises a brilliant showcase of British talent and should be a great success for British independent film (Ian Curtis inspired film Control springs to mind.) Although it's aimed at a niche audience; fans of Meek, 60s rock 'n' roll and British musical history and its only shown in select cinemas.

I may be biased as a Joe Meek fan but I think the trailer looks great and can't wait to see the film.

I think you should too.

http://www.telstarthemovie.co.uk/

You're the boss applesauce.

2009-06-19T13:20:00.009+01:00

I watched Factory Girl for what was probably the 100th time yesterday, it's one of the rare films I can just watch over and over and never get bored of.

Sienna Miller's portrayal of Edie is just magnetic, it's also amazing how much she looks like her.
Guy Pearce's performance as Andy Warhol is equally great; he's such a good actor (espicially for someone who used to be in Neighbours, or was it Home and Away?) Although I prefer him in Momento, if you haven't watched that please do. It's such a clever film.

Despite Factory Girls criticism most famously from Lou Reed of the Velvet Underground "It's one of the most disgusting, foul things I've seen - by any illiterate retard - in a long time."

Bob Dylan probably took a shot at it aswell although he really should be flattered by Hayden Christensens portrayal as 'Billy Quinn' (Yes it's a bit tacky but Bob Dylan probably would have sued their arse off.)

This isn't a film about who's to blame for the premature death of a superstar; which I think is the main problem people who knew Edie have with this film. Warhol's and Dylan's characters aren't meant to be made to look guilty but empathasise the damaging effects fame, drugs, and the swinging sixties had on Sedgwick and how it's impossible to save someone who doesn't want to be saved.

On a brighter note the costumes and soundtrack are beautiful.

I love 'Shakin' all over' by The Guess Who, and Miller's dress here:

Not to mention Christensen's Ray Bans...

Although Sedgwick's life is a sad tale, this film attempts to depict the beauty and presence of the star and the period. It's a successful representation of Sedgwicks legacy and shouldn't be thrown to one side amongst the tat of films of this star representation genre (Including Dylan's 'I'm not there' and Kurt Cobain's 'Last Days'. Which are poor to say the least.)

"Edith Minturn Sedgwick: beautiful artist and actress remembered for setting the world on fire... Made friends with eeeeverybody, and anybody... Creating chaos and uproar wherever she went. Divorced as many times as she married, she leaves only good wishes behind."

"That's nice isn't it?"

Obviously doctor you’ve never been a 13 year old girl...

2009-06-17T22:28:00.008+01:00

Modelled for a photoshoot for my friend today, the theme was The Virgin Suicides so I was quite excited, it being one of my favourite books.

I've never seen the film though, I imagine it might spoil it...

So I’m a bit bruised now after climbing a tree for the first time since I was about ten.

Yazz is a great photographer; check out her flickr; http://www.flickr.com/photos/yasmin-alnajjar

x

I suck, suck, suck. Apologies.

2009-06-17T22:24:00.000+01:00

It’s been a while. Almost a year. I’m terrible at sticking to things, always lose interest. I’ve had a busy time, focusing on my last year of school, trying to pass A-Levels, whilst attempting to have some kind of life… It’s a lame excuse and I really should have blogged more considering I plan on studying Broadcast Journalism come September.
But now I’ve got 3 months to myself; I’ve already made a long list of things I need to do.
It’s very reminiscent of my New Years Resolutions (everyone of which I’ve broken except for 2; keeping a diary and trying to always have credit on my phone) the top one is reinventing this stale blog.
A few other plans are to get domesticated, actually go to the gym, buy a book on Burlesque dancing, go running, do yoga, meditate more and finish that bloody ClippyKit bag that I brought at London Fashion Weekend and never finished… (I’ve completed a grand total of 7 pockets)

I’m ambitious.

That’s just a few ideas. I’m also going back to NME for another weeks work experience, going to Reading Festival, Offset Festival and finally getting some sun in Spain. I also hope to get slightly intoxicated in every pub in Hertfordshire.

So to conclude I’m very very sorry my blog sucked but I promise I will start writing often now.

x

Offset Festival.

2008-09-01T13:42:00.000+01:00

I can’t believe it’s September already. It seems summer has been and gone without ever really happening. The weather has been pretty consistently miserable for the past seven weeks and yesterday wasn’t any different.
However, Offset Festival in Hainault Country Park; Essex, despite the weather closed the summer festival season in terrific style.
The new event boasted of an amazing line-up of about 200 artists including Gang Of Four, Wire, Young Knives, Maccabees, XX teens and Neil’s Children.
I was only lucky enough to get a day ticket for the Sunday but I saw some great bands and it was excellent to see so many new high-quality bands that I hadn’t even heard before as well as seeing the big bands the influenced them, specifically Gang Of Four.
The highlights of the day were most of line-up in the Experimental Circle Club tent, which really showcased just how many great new bands are emerging from the new underground post-punk explosion.
Bands of the day were: Thee Vicars, O Children, The Violets, Hatcham Social, Neils Children, Maccabees and Gang Of Four.
Gang Of Four proved that they still firmly at the top when it comes to post-punk music and they are more on form today then ever. They weren’t afraid to play classics such as ‘Damaged Goods’ and ‘Natural’s Not In It’ as well as some newer songs, which sounded just as revolutionary and distinctive to the bands inimitable sound.
Without this inspirational band the Experimental Circle Club Tent would be empty. This band has so strongly influenced the busting post-punk scene and provided so many amazing new bands as well as remaining a truly unique band.

Overall Offset Festival truly put on a great show in its first year and I look forward to seeing how they plan to top it next summer.

A short venture in Wonderland ...

2008-06-29T22:29:00.002+01:00

Those wonderfully talented Diy designers have each made items to guarantee you a trip to wonderland.
This month the members of Diyscene have picked Louis Carrol’s novel Alice in Wonderland as their inspiration.
Conjuring up Chesire Cat corsets, White Rabbit pendants and my favourite; a Queen of Hearts pencil skirt.

Everything has gone insanely Alice.

To experience the madness for yourself type in 'June Diyscene' in Etsy.

It’s not just underground fashion that’s been inspired by Miss Alice either.
It seems underground Hollywood has also. If rumours are true then in 2010 there’s due to be a re-release of the classic, directed by none other than the infamous Tim Burton.

I’m thinking a blonde Helena Bonham Carter and possibly Johnny Depp as the voice of the Cheshire Cat …

The “future” of music!?

2008-05-19T10:33:00.000+01:00

I’m all for new music and of course Crystal Castles seem to have established an original sound. However whether this is the “future” of music (as NME put it) is debatable.
Crystal Castles have quite a few tunes worthy of a listen. ‘Air War’ and ‘Mother knows best’ are the two gems amongst the monotonous drone of a keyboard raping a computer, and are probably worth a download.
There is no doubt that this duo will be big at the festivals this summer but whether anyone will care this time next year is highly unlikely, and personally I don’t think they’ll even get to the second album stage.
I saw the duo in February (not through choice they were playing amongst These New Puritans and The Horrors) and couldn’t make out when a song finished and a new one had begun, all I could hear was what sounded like a keyboard playing the same demo over and over again, with some woman occasionally screaming over the top.

When did this become music?

Reko for ASOS

2008-05-18T21:21:00.000+01:00

The perfect summer dress... ?

Or 8!

Eight amazing REKO dresses have been added to the ASOS website this week.
REKO are one of my favourite brands and they stock fabulous fifties sweetheart style frocks and circle skirts.
Their clothes are extremely hard to get hold of only being stocked in limited boutiques (check out bottom floor of Topshop in Oxford Circus for the biggest selection.)
I think I might have to get this gold heart buttoned dress:

Although at £60 I may have to wait ‘til the end of the month …