Have some Die Antwoord.
[via Boing Boing]
Have some Die Antwoord.
[via Boing Boing]
Georgia’s entry for Eurovision 2009 – which will be held in Moscow – is called “We Don’t Wanna Put In”, and is a thinly-veiled dig at Russian president Vladimir Putin.
Nothing can go wrong with that. Nobody who speaks out against Russia these days gets into any bother at all. Sure, the countries had a bit of a war-type situation over South Ossetia in 2008, but who didn’t? I’m positive Russia will take this gentle ribbing in Europe’s largest annual televised song contest in good humour, even if it is happening on their own soil.
I’m not sure we can expect the same cuddly approach from The Trammps though, whose “Disco Inferno” provides rather blatant “inspiration” to Stefane & 3G’s ditty. Those 70s disco acts can be fucking brutal.
Listen to “We Don’t Wanna Put In” after the jump.
I’ll tell you, trying to find info about an act called I’ll Hit Her will throw up some puh-ritty disturbing search results on Google. And while some of them might be kind of darkly entertaining, chances are not a one will be as pleasing on the earbones as “Noise In Your Mind”.
If you don’t mind I’ll sidestep the obvious issues regarding their name in a rather cowardly manner, and just concentrate on the music maaan.
I have a lot of time for Canada, I really do. Those accents! Maple syrup! Corey Haim! So much to love. And now, having just checked out the nominations for the Juno awards, I feel like I want to give the whole nation an extra big hug. Well, the bits that aren’t in Nickelback, anyway.
The Juno Awards are what UK papers refer to as “the equivalent of the BRIT Awards”, but let’s be honest, you’re supposed to call any ceremony of this nature “the equivalent of the Grammys”. Like we do with the BRIT Awards.
The list of nominees is verily crammed to the gills with woe, since Nickelback (of course), Celine Dion (naturally) and Sam Roberts (muh?) lead the nommos.
Who knows if Deivis’ “Lietuva” will go on to be scrutinised for drug references like the song he ripped off. One thing’s for sure – eastern Europeans can now scratch early-90s British indiepop from their list of genres to plagiarise.
WE ARE WATCHING YOU, YOU LOT. HANDS OFF OUR POP, ETCETERA.
See NME Video Blog for the full, sordid tale…
I’ve been working from home the last couple of days. On the downside this means I don’t get to actually talk to anyone all day, and so feel like I’m gradually losing the ability to speak (I was never that great at it in the first place, to be honest).
However the upside is that at lunchtime, rather than weeping into a Pret A Manger money sandwich, I get to recline on the sofa and watch TV. Yesterday I realised this isn’t quite all it’s cracked up to be when, having tired of One Tree Hill, I was reduced to watching Clubland TV. After viewing my first ever N-Dubz video, a song called “Caramelldansen” by an act named Caramell came on.
I swear I nearly spat my scrambled eggs all over the TV screen. They landed just short, but it was still a journey of some six feet or more as they travelled through the air from mouth to carpet.
If you’re not fortunate enough to be heading off to any festivals this summer, you don’t have to just lie there scratching your bits on the couch. You can read this book about INXS’s Michael Hutchence and Jim Morrison of The Doors speaking to mediums from beyond the grave.
Although, on second thoughts, scratching at your bits on the couch might feel a tad less icky.
Turns out Jim and Mike have revealed all manner of stuff to some opportunistic cynics that people other than opportunistic psychics (their families, say, or the police) would quite like to know.
How far would you go to be a popstar? Would you put yourself through X Factor auditions? Would you star in, and subtly release to the tabloids, your own sex tape? Would you learn Chinese, move to China, and become a Canto-Pop singer?
That’s what this guy, Barry Cox, from Liverpool, has done. It’s a pretty big commitment, and this mini-doc from Current.com doesn’t really tell us how successful he’s been as “Gok Pak-Wing”, but when you see someone make this much effort to chase their dream you can’t help but wish them good luck. Keep an ear out next time you go out for a Chinese – that might be Bazza crooning away as you sip your green tea…
Check out his story over the page.
When people think of British Eurovision entries, Bucks Fizz are never usually far from mind. Well, Cheryl Baker, kids TV chef and Fizz crooner, will probably do her best to forget her appearance with the dire CoCo who chirruped about the ‘Bad Old Days’. Seriously. Depressin’ huh? Well, click and watch. Chances are you’ll want to forget it too. [video:yozzerhughes]
On the surface of it, Marty Brem is just an Austrian crooner chancing his arm at fame via the Eurovision Song Contest. However, back in 1981, no-one was really prepared for the weird show he put on. His dancers, sometimes moving in slow-motion, wore a bizarre array of clothing, with one sporting a gold leotard with a number seven on it… topped off with an American footballer’s helmet. Watch and learn. Marty didn’t. He failed the year before with Blue Danube performing ‘Du Bist Musik’. Anyway, here’s Marty with ‘Wenn du da bist’.