Sunday, April 13, 2014


Genre: Alternative
Released: 2014
1. Intro
2. Keep It Healthy
3. Love Is To Die
4. Hi
5. Biggy
6. Teese
7. Disco // Very
8. Go In
9. Feeling Alright
10. CC
11. Drive
12. Son

This is the first real post I've done in several months I guess.

The post below will be finished some day (don't count on it, but count on it).

This is most definitely my favorite Warpaint album to date - and I think the girls have finally settled down on their sound; hence the eponymous album, after their previous two EP's.

I like to call Warpaint the ultimate reverb band, since Emily and Theresa's vocals are almost always so clouded and dreamy, and likewise with the intricate fingerpicking on tracks such as Keep It Healthy (my personal favorite.) Little nuances such as electronic percussion (mainly played by Theresa live), as is in Keep It Healthy, the little 'pop-pop' sounds in between verses and Jenny's hypnotic bass tones are the subtle beautiful things inlaid within the album and are just waiting to be discovered by you.

Love Is To Die, Hi, Biggy, and Disco//Very are also rated very highly on my list.

Here's the recently released music video for Disco//Very and Keep It Healthy.

I don't understand it at all.


For now,

Thursday, February 13, 2014

Mosquito Bait

Hindsight is always 20/20, but surely my foresight can't be that bad, can it?

Sometimes when I wake up to the sound of the same alarm of another day facing the ceiling, sometimes the wall, sometimes nothing, I wonder; what the actual fuck am I doing here? (I tend to stray away from cursing on my blog but sometimes I feel it is somewhat appropriate)

Sometimes when I look at my own goddamn name on the green and black in the mirror, complete with the three ugly stripes down my chest I wonder; what the actual fuck did I do it all for?

Sometimes I can stare down into the plastic plates of my life and forget the future. All I can see and taste is spice. Also it's not very nice.

Yes, I can plan ahead into the distant future and yearn for cool wind to kiss my skin or perhaps a day where I can dress myself in the mirror without having to stick to the same colors every day, but the present presents itself on a silver platter just for me - the waiter floats down on gangly legs with a loosened tie, cropped two-by-one and five-o'-clock shadow.

"Your meal, sir," he lays down the silver dome on the table where we have been seated for the past year. "Sorry.." He clears his throat, scratches his neck audibly, rolls his eyes. "Sergeant. My mistake". I glance at him to tell him it was okay, but he's disappeared, a faint wisp of smoke spiraling downward.

Eat, you gesture with your eyes, and I lift off the cloche with the tip of my pinky. It's silver, silver, second to gold, you say, and I have to agree. Inside there's another cloche, and I am already tired of this game, I lift it up and find..

A card. A little sandwich card folded downwards into a little tent with a number on it. DISAPPOINTMENT, the card reads but only the number remains in wiry gold writing. Should I call it? I ask no one, and everyone wordlessly reaches into their handbags and pulls out a mobile phone. I choose one at random and dial the number.

H-hello? A voice, thin as a whisper, yet as rich as a sunset trickles in from the earpiece.

Hi. Was that my voice?

Who are you? The musicality of her voice was undeniable, inescapable. Every syllable was a note, every sentence a melody.

I.. Well, I'm not exactly sure.

O-oh. The dismay in her voice was obvious, the diminuendo encroaching rapidly on my hastening pulse.

W-wait, don't go..! It was like I already knew.

There wasn't as much as a bye, before the line dropped dead. CALL ENDED, SUCKA, flashed lazily on the screen as I hung up. I looked to hand the phone back, but everyone was gone. Resigned, I dumped it onto the plate with the sandwich card, and slouched back into the chair.

Do you understand now? You ask, wearing your sunglasses, and standing up, legs knocking your chair over.

Yeah, yeah I do, I tell you, but we both know the truth.

Saturday, January 11, 2014


Well, this blog has been pretty empty for a while.

With good reason, too.

Well, not really. Just hadn't really found anything to write about.

Again, not really. There's heaps to write about.

Like yesterday's induction finale, where we were screamed at and forced to roll around in the mud, faceplanting in it, rubbing our friend's faces with handfuls of the disgusting, brown stuff. Forced to listen to some fake POW stuff, with our friends screaming and saying STOP! STOP! and stupid stuff like that. Being tortured and bullied.

Getting my third sergeant rank. Being inducted into a tough infantry battalion.

I think I've lost some passion for writing in the process. May continue, or not

Sunday, October 20, 2013

Deltron Event II

Released: 2013
Genre: Hip Hop/Rap
1. Stardate ft. Joseph Gordon-Levitt
2. The Return
3. Pay The Price
4. Nobody Can
5. Lawnchair Quarterback Part One
6. Melding Of The Minds ft. Zach De La Rocha
7. The Agony
8. Back In The Day
9. Talent Supercedes
10. Look Across The Sky
11. The Future Of Food
12. What Is This Loneliness
13. My Only Love ft. Emily Wells
14. Lawnchair Quarterback Part Two
15. City Rising From The Ashes
16. Do You Remember

A bit outdated.

This album is amazing.

I couldn't be bothered typing some of the guests, but to summarize - Joseph Gordon, Zach De La Rocha, Black Rob, Damon Albarn, Jamie Cullum, Emily Wells, and more.

Hip Hop is pretty dead, but Dan's keeping it real with everything he  touches. Check out their badass live performance at Letterman here: