He might actually have a human soul underneath all those folds of skin and...
While the few other folk I know here had all bundled off to Homebake, I was left scrabbling around looking for something to see on Saturday night, and took a bit of a punt on this. Cursory glances at an entertaining video shot in a kids playground and a quick scan of the player on her facebook page singled it out as worth a nod, but I honestly wasn't expecting much. That served me...
So I finally get round to my first gig in Sydney (or in Australia, or in the southern hemisphere for that matter) last night, featuring Kill City Creeps at the last instalment of their month-of-Saturdays residency here. Strange place, The Beresford - it seems to be packed to the rafters with average Saturday night folk as well as those out for the gig itself, which makes it both an odd mix of a crowd...
Nice to see that it can take La Blogotheque just as long as the rest of us amateurs to turn sessions round, with this WU LYF performance in a dank Parisian cave from June.
Sometimes, music writers - even the good, professional ones - get a bit carried away with themselves. Music is supposed to get you fired up and excited, and the best music writers out there are the biggest fans - but its pretty funny when they lose it in print. These are some of my favourite linguistic wig-outs of the last week or so.
In case you've been under a rock or know no-one with a functioning sense of humour, you'll be aware that the least-likely-to-succeed pairing in the history of recorded sound, Lou Reed and Metallica, have got an album coming out on Monday.