It’s been ages since my last post on here and for that I apologise. I’m sure you have been waiting on tender hooks for something to go up (yeah right).
So what have I latched on to now I hear you say… another band wagon perhaps? Correctomondo.
I’ve been listening to some pure filth in the form of Dubstep. Great, I can hear you groaning from here: “Fucking band wagon jumper onner”.
I invite you to shut the fuck up, cocktail some drugs, get your gurn on, sweat like a Jew in a German shower and listen to these gems (they’re filthier than poo girl after her swim in the chocolate pit at Leeds Fest):
Bar 9 – Rapture
N-Type – Dark Matter
Cookie Monster – Bliss
Emalkay – When I Look At You
Anyone else feel the need to burn their skin off with acid ‘cos they feel so filthy after listening to those?
After very nearly letting this blog slip into a void of nothingness through not updating it for a couple of weeks I’ve decided to pull my finger out and get back on it. Over the last couple of weeks I’ve found myself dragging inspiration from sweet f.a. to try and muster up any creative flare for my recent uni projects and other reviews I’ve been doing.
I’m feeling a bout of inspiration teetering at this very moment – like when you need a poo and it’s nearly touching cloth – well, there’s an inspirational turtle head poking out. So I’m gonna take a dump on this blog.
Basically this isn’t an original idea in the slightest, in fact if you look to your right at the link to Jake’s Blog you’ll realise that he’s been wacking out ‘mp3 of the day’ pieces for a while now – and I know a band wagon when I see one. Instead of an mp3 of the day I’m going to post on here things which I’ve literally been infatuated with; whether it be a song I’m listening to till my ears bleed or a video I watch until puss begins dribbling out my eyes… your now gonna know about it.
So here goes nothing:
INFATUATED – PART 1
You may think I’m a bit late on this one and I’m jumping onto another bandwagon a bit late… Bandwagon jumping I am not (well perhaps a little) but the whole point of this is to tell you stuff which has fast become an integral part of my day to day life – as important as that first cup of joe in the morning and the cigarette before bed (and the whole lot of being a bum inbetween) – it’s Justin Vernon’s brainchild.
Yeah, Bon Iver, with your high pitched, creamingly intense vocal harmonies and simplistic instrumental melodies your making sweet sweet love to my eardrums over and over again. Using the lubrication of your finely constructed, heartfelt lyrics your fucking me backwards everytime I listen to you day in day out.
I’m left wondering if there is a way that surgeons could perform a voice box transplant? Otherwise nothing a bit of rohypnol and a stanley knife couldn’t conquer…
I must have seen this particular video a thousand times already, but the song in it’s a capella naked form strips it down to the bare essentials – three amazing voices. I jizzed in my pants.
La Blogotheque never fails in creating videos with such a natural insight into the music – click here to see the other videos they have of Bon Iver from the same session.
Kids Will Be Skeletons 