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Saturday, February 25, 2006

"HE'S BAAAACK!"



"When you tire of Flaming Carrot, you tire of life itself."

SIDEREAL BARS

Chuffed as, ah, nuts to see that I'm listed as "Busty Mature Pleasure for Naughty City Boys 07803 666509" on Martins new Prostitute Phone-Box Card style side-bar links...that would be about right, I reckon...pistol-whipping Yuppies is my speciality, but those rubber jodhpurs are a bloody pain to get on w/out talc...

TOTALLY FACT'D

Some misc. bits and pieces by me currently up in the 7" and LP review section of the FACT magazine website...expect loads more to appear over the coming days and weeks, as they've just offered me a semi-regular (other committments allowing) gig as moosic reviewer.

...and also some micro-reviews of mine in the current paper edition of FACT (#12)... I also wrote the groovy little side-bars for the Folk article in the same ish: in fact, I'm known in the biz as, er, The Side-Bar King (or is it The Mini-Bar King, I forgetsssh...) Hopefully, more to follow.

I like the general vibe at FACT...the paper-stock they use, and the funky, punky, day-glo graphix and the zippy, enthusistic tone of the contributors remind me of the early days of i-D mag and give it a sort of Pro Fanzine feel...I'm in some seriously great company there: lots of cool writerly/blogging folk like Woebot (hey, big love right back atcha, man!) and Dave Katz, and (yay!) Simon Silverdollar's doing some stuff for them and I think I've spotted Dave Stelfox and Trevor Jackson prowling round there too...

Woebot's piece on Prog, combined w/ his recent book-end blog-post, roughly parallels a few wee-small-hours inner-dialogues I've been having w/ myself over the last few months, and I'm finally starting to come to the scarily-inescapable conclusion that Prog might be the way to go...

SUNBURNED HAND

Okay: hopefully off to see Sunburned Hand of The Man next week at The Cube, Bristol... they're doing two shows, on the wednesday and the thursday, but the thursday nite one fits in better w/ me hectic jet-settin' Jason King-esque avant (wyn)garde life-style...

If you saw 'em a year or so back at the same venue w/ Jackie-O Motherfucker, then you'll know what to expect, ie chaos and bedlam.

Sounds like the band are doing some sort of wyrd psychedelic cabaret thing on the second nite featuring side-projects and films and stuff, as well as xtra-special guest Hush Arbors (aka Keith Wood)...this seems to start earlier (7pm) than the previous evening, so could be a pretty fun-packed affair...

Any of you Bristolian wyrdoes headin' down there?