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I'm awake, and not going to the gym as between Asama and eczema on my finger my body is trying to kill me, so I thought I'd share some musical awesomeness with you :)
The first discovery is a band that played my uni recently, called Soft Toy Emergency. They're epic live, and produce great electro pop! check them out at http://www.myspace.com/softtoyemergency where theres a free download, although the link is yet to work. But give them a listen, and check them out live - you won't be dissapointed! And if you like them check out a band called Rochelle which are similar and also very cool, http://www.myspace.com/rochellebanduk.
Staying in the theme of electro pop Ou Est Le Swimming Pool are another awesome band! As yet un-signed this band have had they're debut offering remixed by non other than Armand Van Helden, and if thats not a massive 'these are guys are fucking awesome' then nothing is. The original is very awesome as well, and available here as a free download. Its synthy, 80s-esque and free.
Speaking of free, and lets be honest everyone loves free stuff, that up and coming DnB legend Sub Focus has a track going free. Its called Smooth, and not quite as rave-tastic as Rock It or Let The Story Begin but still sounding very very nice. You have to sign up to the mailing list of the website but its worth it - download it here.
Thats about it, can't think of any other ace tracks - but I am living in hope that Justice or Deadmau5 tour the UK at somepoint soon. One more random thing, the Orange Skies entry a few weeks back has had an extract published in Seren - Bangors Student paper - good times :)
Funny stuff|
Thursday, 5 November 2009
Saturday, 24 October 2009
Music doing nice things to me at the moment
I'm bored, its windy and rainy - and i feel a little meh; so the perfect reason to randomly blog about music I'm liking currently. Some are old tracks I've re-discovered and some are brand spankin' new-ish but there all good.
After going through my CD collection I found my Cut Copy remix of Ladyhawke's Paris is Burning. Its not excessively fast but it picks up pace graduadly and has a nice chilled out vibe to it, definantly very cool.
The next tracks another old one that I properly discovered about 2 weeks ago, revealing I'm essentially about 4 years behind musically. Its Simian Mobile Disco's Hustler which I'm sure you've all heard. I over looked it largely because I don't have a lot of love for SMD's bare minimalistic song style but the song is to be fair awesome.
The next song is very very ace and brand spankin' new. Its Prodigy's own Liam H with aremix of Invaders Must Die - what a tune! He's re-fitted it with a funky new beat and sense of rythm whislt keeping everything that made the original ace - and its free here, NME Daily Download - Prodigy Invaders Must Die (Liam Hs Remix)
The last song is by The XX - kinda similar to the Ting Tings with their relatively simple paired down sound, but unlike the Ting Tings their actually good! They're a chilled out band that although in places a little depressing are defiantly ace - they're debut album out this year is stunning. The song itself is called VCR - relaxed, intimate and generally very ace!
Hopefully all the embeded videos and links have worked, laters :)
After going through my CD collection I found my Cut Copy remix of Ladyhawke's Paris is Burning. Its not excessively fast but it picks up pace graduadly and has a nice chilled out vibe to it, definantly very cool.
The next tracks another old one that I properly discovered about 2 weeks ago, revealing I'm essentially about 4 years behind musically. Its Simian Mobile Disco's Hustler which I'm sure you've all heard. I over looked it largely because I don't have a lot of love for SMD's bare minimalistic song style but the song is to be fair awesome.
The next song is very very ace and brand spankin' new. Its Prodigy's own Liam H with aremix of Invaders Must Die - what a tune! He's re-fitted it with a funky new beat and sense of rythm whislt keeping everything that made the original ace - and its free here, NME Daily Download - Prodigy Invaders Must Die (Liam Hs Remix)
The last song is by The XX - kinda similar to the Ting Tings with their relatively simple paired down sound, but unlike the Ting Tings their actually good! They're a chilled out band that although in places a little depressing are defiantly ace - they're debut album out this year is stunning. The song itself is called VCR - relaxed, intimate and generally very ace!
Hopefully all the embeded videos and links have worked, laters :)
Tuesday, 20 October 2009
Orange Skies - proofed and everything
Eminem is on the radio sounding depressing.
Luckily due to a freak solar event the sky is slowly turning orange, whilst the mice reveal to the world that Douglas Adams was right and they actually do rule the place. It’s in this strange, yet pleasantly mild version of our world that a young lad sat amongst the astounded crowds wandering around Euston station, he leaned against a pillar with a perfect view of Upper Crust and a gurgling stomach that threatened to give him away. Despite this arguably ideal location he sat with neither pint nor delicious bagette on account of being broke, despite the barman IDing him confirming he was actually 21, and not 17 he was subsequently thrown out for being penny less.
He'd been travelling for a fair while, enough for passersby not fully engaged by the orange sky, or the surprisingly forceful mice, to notice his unshaven and ever growing mop of hair. This gave some the urge to give him small change - had it not been for the fact they were Londoners and that would have involved some degree of social contact. Combined with his dirty, torn jeans and fading red RATM shirt he was doing himself no favours. On the bright side the orange tint from the sky was making his usually pale complexion look positively tanned so you know to say it was all bad would be a lie.
Due to his involvement in making the sky orange, and several other frankly mundane things he had missed his connections and the pre-order ticket he clutched was now useless. He'd been travelling from Liverpool, when he arrived at Crewe. The train promptly became delayed, so he took his chance to find some food. His quest lead him down the platform bathed in grey light, up the stairs and then back down another set he found a fending machine. In his own words he could only describe the amount of kitkats as arrogantly over full, although clearly there was a reason for the negligence of such awesome confectionary. Not having a narrator to tell him this, he steamed ahead pushing in F57.
The machine began making the sound a mobile phone does as it goes round the washing machine, before the key pad began to glow a dull yellow. As impressive and unlikely as this was for a vending machine it had still not delivered the kitkat, so he began to move away. A kidnapping ensued, he knew this as the vending machine said exactly that 'A kidnapping will ensue'. Given the machines strange behaviour he was looking wondering if it would be a trap door in the floor, or maybe even being sucked in to the machine. Whilst pondering this a drunken Irishman (I say this as if there’s any other kind of Irishman :p) walked past vague and aimless, two minutes passed before a look of certainty stumbled back on to his face and he ran back and pulled a sack over the guy, knocking his ID lose revealing his name was actually Carl.
Carl awoke, surprised. Firstly he was half in a sack, and secondly there was a strange drunk man looking decidedly puffed out. Seeing no problem Carl got up, edged away and then walked into a wall. Carl awoke... again this time in what looked like a space under the platform itself, just in time to see his train leave. He looked round, seeing the Irshman again, huddled over a computer. Carl got up and the man turned around in the dark low space. Apologising, he explained how he actually really liked kitkats so anyone trying to buy them got the kidnap treatment - something everyone else apparently knew. Looking around Carl saw the makings of a small lab and satellite link up. 'What’s all this? Who are you? WTF is going on?' asked Carl with a mixture of anger, confusion and impression. The answer to all the questions turned out to be fork. Having neglected his carrots as a child his eye sight could have been better and he accidently pressed a few things and split drink here and there in the dark. Fork was surprisingly easy about it, considering what was to happen. Unknown to them both the vending machine began glowing and humming, building energy.
It began beaming energy to the clouds, and to Fork's horror, melting all the kitkats :0. From space astronaughts saw the blue of the atmosphere shimmer like an angry midget before orange began to overtake the world. Meanwhile down under the platform mopping up Carl may have hit something else; releasing an epic chemical in to the air – epic in so much as on contact with mice it shoved their brains several thousand years forward. However Fork had just noticed the kitkat disaster and was positively sober with rage, grabbing Carl he threw him on to a paveing slab with a spring under it. That was that, Carl was flung back to a newly orange world and next to the train bound for London Euston. Getting on he noticed some very confident mice - but in order to not get asked for a ticket he slept.
So there he is, now called Carl, scrounging money for a train ticket whilst trying to ignore growing gangs of mice, flicking particularly loud ones. Aside from the emerging new world power, calling itself ROD (Rodents of Doom) the day could have been a lot worst, especially seeing as despite being very angry they are only about the size of a menacing hamster.
Luckily due to a freak solar event the sky is slowly turning orange, whilst the mice reveal to the world that Douglas Adams was right and they actually do rule the place. It’s in this strange, yet pleasantly mild version of our world that a young lad sat amongst the astounded crowds wandering around Euston station, he leaned against a pillar with a perfect view of Upper Crust and a gurgling stomach that threatened to give him away. Despite this arguably ideal location he sat with neither pint nor delicious bagette on account of being broke, despite the barman IDing him confirming he was actually 21, and not 17 he was subsequently thrown out for being penny less.
He'd been travelling for a fair while, enough for passersby not fully engaged by the orange sky, or the surprisingly forceful mice, to notice his unshaven and ever growing mop of hair. This gave some the urge to give him small change - had it not been for the fact they were Londoners and that would have involved some degree of social contact. Combined with his dirty, torn jeans and fading red RATM shirt he was doing himself no favours. On the bright side the orange tint from the sky was making his usually pale complexion look positively tanned so you know to say it was all bad would be a lie.
Due to his involvement in making the sky orange, and several other frankly mundane things he had missed his connections and the pre-order ticket he clutched was now useless. He'd been travelling from Liverpool, when he arrived at Crewe. The train promptly became delayed, so he took his chance to find some food. His quest lead him down the platform bathed in grey light, up the stairs and then back down another set he found a fending machine. In his own words he could only describe the amount of kitkats as arrogantly over full, although clearly there was a reason for the negligence of such awesome confectionary. Not having a narrator to tell him this, he steamed ahead pushing in F57.
The machine began making the sound a mobile phone does as it goes round the washing machine, before the key pad began to glow a dull yellow. As impressive and unlikely as this was for a vending machine it had still not delivered the kitkat, so he began to move away. A kidnapping ensued, he knew this as the vending machine said exactly that 'A kidnapping will ensue'. Given the machines strange behaviour he was looking wondering if it would be a trap door in the floor, or maybe even being sucked in to the machine. Whilst pondering this a drunken Irishman (I say this as if there’s any other kind of Irishman :p) walked past vague and aimless, two minutes passed before a look of certainty stumbled back on to his face and he ran back and pulled a sack over the guy, knocking his ID lose revealing his name was actually Carl.
Carl awoke, surprised. Firstly he was half in a sack, and secondly there was a strange drunk man looking decidedly puffed out. Seeing no problem Carl got up, edged away and then walked into a wall. Carl awoke... again this time in what looked like a space under the platform itself, just in time to see his train leave. He looked round, seeing the Irshman again, huddled over a computer. Carl got up and the man turned around in the dark low space. Apologising, he explained how he actually really liked kitkats so anyone trying to buy them got the kidnap treatment - something everyone else apparently knew. Looking around Carl saw the makings of a small lab and satellite link up. 'What’s all this? Who are you? WTF is going on?' asked Carl with a mixture of anger, confusion and impression. The answer to all the questions turned out to be fork. Having neglected his carrots as a child his eye sight could have been better and he accidently pressed a few things and split drink here and there in the dark. Fork was surprisingly easy about it, considering what was to happen. Unknown to them both the vending machine began glowing and humming, building energy.
It began beaming energy to the clouds, and to Fork's horror, melting all the kitkats :0. From space astronaughts saw the blue of the atmosphere shimmer like an angry midget before orange began to overtake the world. Meanwhile down under the platform mopping up Carl may have hit something else; releasing an epic chemical in to the air – epic in so much as on contact with mice it shoved their brains several thousand years forward. However Fork had just noticed the kitkat disaster and was positively sober with rage, grabbing Carl he threw him on to a paveing slab with a spring under it. That was that, Carl was flung back to a newly orange world and next to the train bound for London Euston. Getting on he noticed some very confident mice - but in order to not get asked for a ticket he slept.
So there he is, now called Carl, scrounging money for a train ticket whilst trying to ignore growing gangs of mice, flicking particularly loud ones. Aside from the emerging new world power, calling itself ROD (Rodents of Doom) the day could have been a lot worst, especially seeing as despite being very angry they are only about the size of a menacing hamster.
Sunday, 30 August 2009
Because its been a while...
Right now I should have only been home an hour, after a long 24 hours travelling and raving it up at Leeds. This was unfortately not the case as my ticket had an untimely meeting with the bin. Slightly annoying, as I was looking forward to seeing my first proper live djs in the forms of Deadmau5 and MSTRKRFT, as well as Bloc Party and Yeah Yeah Yeahs.
On the bright side I am about £100 up now a train ticket and copious amounts of cider have not needed to be bought :) meaning I can do what I do best and buy lots of music :)
Check out Felix da Housecats new album 'He Was King', aside from the floor filler 'Elivi$' tracks like 'Spank U Very Much' are chilled and fun.
Also look at the release of Friendly Fires debut 'Friendly Fires'. I think after over a year re-realsing the debut album is a little bad, but the new tracks are ace with maybe the exception of 'Relationships' and the remixs included are also very cool.
Its been out a while now but MSTRKRFT's latest release 'Fist of God' is also an unrelenting and accessible chunk of electro-house that has definatly been doing nice things to my insides.
One last song if you haven't downloaded it is a remix of Filthy Duke 'Tupac Robot Club Rock'. Its a free download and very cool, http://www.nme.com/blog/index.php?blog=122&p=6965&more=1&c=1&tb=1&pb=1 .
On the bright side I am about £100 up now a train ticket and copious amounts of cider have not needed to be bought :) meaning I can do what I do best and buy lots of music :)
Check out Felix da Housecats new album 'He Was King', aside from the floor filler 'Elivi$' tracks like 'Spank U Very Much' are chilled and fun.
Also look at the release of Friendly Fires debut 'Friendly Fires'. I think after over a year re-realsing the debut album is a little bad, but the new tracks are ace with maybe the exception of 'Relationships' and the remixs included are also very cool.
Its been out a while now but MSTRKRFT's latest release 'Fist of God' is also an unrelenting and accessible chunk of electro-house that has definatly been doing nice things to my insides.
One last song if you haven't downloaded it is a remix of Filthy Duke 'Tupac Robot Club Rock'. Its a free download and very cool, http://www.nme.com/blog/index.php?blog=122&p=6965&more=1&c=1&tb=1&pb=1 .
Friday, 24 July 2009
Tunes :)
Bloc Party - One More Chance (Alex Metric Remix) http://www.nme.com/blog/index.php?blog=122&p=6705&more=1&c=1
Florence + Machine - Rabbit Heart (Raise It Up) (Jamie Ts Lionheart Mix)search it in google, it'll turn up :)
Empire of The Sun - We Are The People (Sub Focus Remix)can't find it anywhere without radio talk over it but tis awesome!
These tracks are intense :) find listen enjoy dance
Florence + Machine - Rabbit Heart (Raise It Up) (Jamie Ts Lionheart Mix)search it in google, it'll turn up :)
Empire of The Sun - We Are The People (Sub Focus Remix)can't find it anywhere without radio talk over it but tis awesome!
These tracks are intense :) find listen enjoy dance
Orange Skys
Eminem is on the radio sounding depressing.
Luckily due to a freak solar event the sky is slowly turning orange, whilst the mice reveal to the world that Douglas Adams was right and they actually do rule the world. Its in this strange, yet pleasantly mild version of our world that a young lad sat. Amoung the astounded crowds wandering around Euston station he leaned against a pillar, with a perfect view of Upper Crust and a gurgling stomach that theatened to give him away. Despite this arguably ideal location he sat with neither pint nor delious banguet on account of being broke, despite the barman IDing him confirming he was actually 21, and not 17 he was subsequently thrown out for being pennyless.
He'd been traveling for a fair while, enough for passers by not fully engaged by the orange sky, or surprizing forcful mice looked at his unshaven and ever growing mop of hair and had the urge to give him small change - had it not been for the fact hey were Londoners and that would have involved some degree of social contact. Combined with his dirty, torn jeans and fading red RATM shirt he was doing himself no favors. On the brightside the orange toint fromthe sky was making his usually pale complexion look postiviely tanned so you know to say it was all bad would be a lie.
Due to his involvement in making the sky orange, and several other frankly mundane things he had missed his connections and the pre-order ticket he clutched. He'd been traveling from Liverpool, when he arrived at Crewe. Thw train promplty became delayed, so he took his chance to find some snackage. His quest lead him down the platform bathed in grey light, up the stairs and then back down another set he found a fending machine. In his own words he could only describe the amount of kitkats as arrogantly over full, although clearly there was a reason for the negilance of such awesome convectionary. Not having a narrator to tell him this, he steamed ahead pushing in F57.
The machine began making the sound a mobile phone does as it goes round the washing machine, before the key pad began to glow a dull yellow. As impressive and unlikely as this was for a vending machine it had still not delivered the kitkat, so he began to move away. A kidnapping insued, he new this as the vending machine said exactly that 'A kidnapping will ensue'. Given the machines strange behavior he was looking wondering if it would be a trap door in the floor, or maybe even being sucked in to the machine. Whilst pondering this a drunken Irishman (I say this as if theres any other kind of Irishman :p) walked past vague and wandering, two minutes passed before a look of certanty stumbled back on to his face and he ran back and pulled a sack over the guy, knocking his ID lose revealing his name was actually Carl.
Carl awoke, surprised. Firstly he was half in a sack, and secondly there was a strange drunk man looking decidedly puffed out. Seeing no problem Carl got up, edged away and then walked into a wall. Carl awoke... again this time in what looked like a space under the platform itself, just in time to see his train leave. He looked round, seeing the Irshman again, huddled over a computer. Carl got up and the man turned around in the dark low space. Appolgising, he explained how he actually really liked kitkats so anyone trying to buy them got the kidnap treatment - something everyone else apparenbtly knew. Looking around Carl saw the makings of a small lab and satelite link up. 'Whats all this? Who are you? WTF is going on?' asked Carl with a mixture of anger, confusion and impression. The answer to all the questions turned out to be fork. Having neglected his carrots as a child he accidently pressed a few things and split drink here and there in the dark. Fork was surprisingly easy about it, considering what was to happen. The vending machine began glowing and humming, building energy.
It began beaming energy to the clouds, and to Fork's horror, melting all the kitkats :0. From space astronaughts saw the blueness of the atmosphere shimmer like an angry midget before orange began to over take the world. Meanwhile down under the platform mopping up Carl may have hit something else, releasing a epic chemcical in the air in so much as on contact with mice it shoved their brains several thousand years forward. However Fork had just noticed the kitkat disaster and was positively sobre with rage, grabbing Carl he threw him on to a paveing slab with a spring under it. That was that, Carl was flung back to a newly orange world and next to the train to London Euston. Getting on he noticed some very confident mice - but in order to not get asked for a ticket he slept.
So there he is, now called Carl, scrounging monies for a train ticket whilst trying to ignor growing gangs of mice, flicking particualy loud ones. Aside from the emerging new world power, calling itself ROD (Rodents of Doom) the day could have been alot worst, especially seeing as despite being very angry they are only about the size of a menacing hamster.
Luckily due to a freak solar event the sky is slowly turning orange, whilst the mice reveal to the world that Douglas Adams was right and they actually do rule the world. Its in this strange, yet pleasantly mild version of our world that a young lad sat. Amoung the astounded crowds wandering around Euston station he leaned against a pillar, with a perfect view of Upper Crust and a gurgling stomach that theatened to give him away. Despite this arguably ideal location he sat with neither pint nor delious banguet on account of being broke, despite the barman IDing him confirming he was actually 21, and not 17 he was subsequently thrown out for being pennyless.
He'd been traveling for a fair while, enough for passers by not fully engaged by the orange sky, or surprizing forcful mice looked at his unshaven and ever growing mop of hair and had the urge to give him small change - had it not been for the fact hey were Londoners and that would have involved some degree of social contact. Combined with his dirty, torn jeans and fading red RATM shirt he was doing himself no favors. On the brightside the orange toint fromthe sky was making his usually pale complexion look postiviely tanned so you know to say it was all bad would be a lie.
Due to his involvement in making the sky orange, and several other frankly mundane things he had missed his connections and the pre-order ticket he clutched. He'd been traveling from Liverpool, when he arrived at Crewe. Thw train promplty became delayed, so he took his chance to find some snackage. His quest lead him down the platform bathed in grey light, up the stairs and then back down another set he found a fending machine. In his own words he could only describe the amount of kitkats as arrogantly over full, although clearly there was a reason for the negilance of such awesome convectionary. Not having a narrator to tell him this, he steamed ahead pushing in F57.
The machine began making the sound a mobile phone does as it goes round the washing machine, before the key pad began to glow a dull yellow. As impressive and unlikely as this was for a vending machine it had still not delivered the kitkat, so he began to move away. A kidnapping insued, he new this as the vending machine said exactly that 'A kidnapping will ensue'. Given the machines strange behavior he was looking wondering if it would be a trap door in the floor, or maybe even being sucked in to the machine. Whilst pondering this a drunken Irishman (I say this as if theres any other kind of Irishman :p) walked past vague and wandering, two minutes passed before a look of certanty stumbled back on to his face and he ran back and pulled a sack over the guy, knocking his ID lose revealing his name was actually Carl.
Carl awoke, surprised. Firstly he was half in a sack, and secondly there was a strange drunk man looking decidedly puffed out. Seeing no problem Carl got up, edged away and then walked into a wall. Carl awoke... again this time in what looked like a space under the platform itself, just in time to see his train leave. He looked round, seeing the Irshman again, huddled over a computer. Carl got up and the man turned around in the dark low space. Appolgising, he explained how he actually really liked kitkats so anyone trying to buy them got the kidnap treatment - something everyone else apparenbtly knew. Looking around Carl saw the makings of a small lab and satelite link up. 'Whats all this? Who are you? WTF is going on?' asked Carl with a mixture of anger, confusion and impression. The answer to all the questions turned out to be fork. Having neglected his carrots as a child he accidently pressed a few things and split drink here and there in the dark. Fork was surprisingly easy about it, considering what was to happen. The vending machine began glowing and humming, building energy.
It began beaming energy to the clouds, and to Fork's horror, melting all the kitkats :0. From space astronaughts saw the blueness of the atmosphere shimmer like an angry midget before orange began to over take the world. Meanwhile down under the platform mopping up Carl may have hit something else, releasing a epic chemcical in the air in so much as on contact with mice it shoved their brains several thousand years forward. However Fork had just noticed the kitkat disaster and was positively sobre with rage, grabbing Carl he threw him on to a paveing slab with a spring under it. That was that, Carl was flung back to a newly orange world and next to the train to London Euston. Getting on he noticed some very confident mice - but in order to not get asked for a ticket he slept.
So there he is, now called Carl, scrounging monies for a train ticket whilst trying to ignor growing gangs of mice, flicking particualy loud ones. Aside from the emerging new world power, calling itself ROD (Rodents of Doom) the day could have been alot worst, especially seeing as despite being very angry they are only about the size of a menacing hamster.
Friday, 17 July 2009
Between a rock and a hard place
I'm sitting on my bed feeling bored.
But is feeling bored better than reading Chomsky? After spending a day reading Chomsky I only made it 40 pages in, and lost all trust in mainstream media and organisations. Even blogger.com is probably a no no, I think its owned by Google, which is probably lobying the media or putting pressure on some issue somewhere :s
Anyways thats the choice, its even grey outside. Good times. Hopefully later I'll be bored, yet inspired and return yo write some kind of story :)
For no apparent reason, heres a list of ace songs to check out:
Sneaky Sound System - Lost in The Future
The Prodigy - Worlds on Fire (should be their next single in my opinion)
Bloc Party - Trojan Horse (John Bird Remix)
Rochelle - Chin Up (this band have some potential)
But is feeling bored better than reading Chomsky? After spending a day reading Chomsky I only made it 40 pages in, and lost all trust in mainstream media and organisations. Even blogger.com is probably a no no, I think its owned by Google, which is probably lobying the media or putting pressure on some issue somewhere :s
Anyways thats the choice, its even grey outside. Good times. Hopefully later I'll be bored, yet inspired and return yo write some kind of story :)
For no apparent reason, heres a list of ace songs to check out:
Sneaky Sound System - Lost in The Future
The Prodigy - Worlds on Fire (should be their next single in my opinion)
Bloc Party - Trojan Horse (John Bird Remix)
Rochelle - Chin Up (this band have some potential)
Monday, 22 June 2009
My Isle of Wight festival highlights...
This is slightly late but, i'm currently bored so it seems like the oportune moment to be honest.
Ilse of Wight was epic!! So many great bands and good times (apart from the people that took away all our space by pitching their mountain of tent literally next to ours :@). But all in all it was intense, one of the best bands of the festival was the first on the mainstage Sneaky Soundsystem, I have no idea if they got any tv coverage but they were intense - they got everyone dancing from the first!! Iglu and Hartley were pretty good, and funny for easily pissing off the security. Although when one of the secuirty actually looked like a troll extra from Lord of The Rings maybe not the wisest thing. Pendulum and Prodigy were just Pendulum and Prodigy really, good doses of ravey aceness!
Phonics did an epic show full of hits, and the love from the audience was ace. But theres nothing worse than walking through 60,000 people really really needing a piss. The strongbow tent was also epic essentially as it was a) strongbow b) giving out free stuff and c) full of the bouncers from Bangor Uni. Sunday was alright, the Script did a good show, but if they'd had one big band a night maybe Sunday could have been a better
All in all it was an awesome 5 days, reinforicing my belief that anywhere that needs a ferry to get to it is automatically ace! Same again next year!!
Thursday, 7 May 2009
Fun Times
Getting to the posting section was a challenge, although I'm fairly sure 3 pints of cider and a curry haven't helped. I made this to print some uni work new media stylee but might actually to a regualar blog.
Will definantly be doing one about the Isle of Wight and Leeds festivals as they should be epic hopefully - Yeah Yeah Yeahs, Bloc Party, Prodigy and Pendulum all in one summer will be good times! I'll write some more when actually have something to say or a story to tell, or just rum to get out my system :)
Will definantly be doing one about the Isle of Wight and Leeds festivals as they should be epic hopefully - Yeah Yeah Yeahs, Bloc Party, Prodigy and Pendulum all in one summer will be good times! I'll write some more when actually have something to say or a story to tell, or just rum to get out my system :)
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