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Wednesday, 17 February 2010

Parenthetical Girls - On Death and Endearments


Dear Reader,

It gives us great pleasure to be able to present you with yet another picture of the gorgeous Zac Pennington.

Yeah.

Take it in.

Isn't that nice?

Shake off the tensions of the modern world.

Get lost in those piercing eyes.

Remember the last time we saw those incredible cheek bones? It was when the artist, husband and, as far as we can tell, actual living human being, Nick Hudson kindly lent his fingers long enough to caress some keys which eventually turned into a near-sensicle tirade detailing his adoration for that very fey man-thing.

This week, I was invited to join the busy team at The Music Fix. I decided that I wouldn't get too involved right away. I'd ease myself in. Get Valentine's Day (which was great, thanks for asking) out of the way first.

Then the opportunity arose to review the first of Zac's five Privilege EPs.

Fuck waiting! Fuck "easing in"! I leapt at that opportunity! Bit that bullet! Chomped on that bit....and other similar clich├ęs.

Enjoy xoo

Ps, has it been too long since a Zac picture? Try this...

Oooooo, xoo

Friday, 12 February 2010

CONglamourART thanks...Alexander McQueen

Alexander McQueen (16 March 1969 – 11 February 2010)

Thank you for being the perfect archetype of CONglamourART. You made your life public, your dreams tangible and your genius accessible. You treated fashion as art.

We are forever in your debt.

Winter Rites: Nick Hudson


Nick, who has previously contributed to CONglamourART and been the subject of it, played his first gig in London on Sunday 7th February. I went along in the guise as a supportive boyfriend.

I happened to have a dictaphone with me and a photographer (the delectable Liz Chambers)....so, I had to review it for XYZ.

I was also with two of my favourite debauchery buddies (featured at the bottom of the review), so we got pretty bollocksed on cheap wine and charged around the place like twats befriending as many people as we could and just as quickly insulting them.

I now think of Bethnal Green as: The Scene Of The Crime.

xoo

Esben and the Witch #2


So, I was asked to review Esben and the Witch again.
This not only meant that I was reviewing friends of mine (awkward), but that I was reviewing them for the second time in two months (annoying). I do like Esben and the Witch. In fact, I think they're bloody brilliant. But, wouldn't it be boring just to say that again?

I fiddled about with a couple of ideas how to go about it. My favourite was to do a 400 word profile on Dan Copeman. He's really tall and although he has too much facial hair for me, he's a bit dashing. He doesn't wear shoes on stage because he operates lots of machinery with his toes (and he has size 14 feet!!). To top it all off, he's a bloody snappy dresser - yeah, I went there. I said "snappy".

I soon realised that this approach wouldn't fit in with XYZ's style guide so I went for a more playful angle. Enjoy. xoo

Thursday, 4 February 2010

These New Puritans


So, this week my husband and I ventured to Audio to see These New Puritans. Audio is a crap venue reminiscent of those in Scarborough. Dank. Underground. Awful sound. It's only redeeming feature is a Baz Luhrnam's "Romeo and Juliet" style fish tank between boy's and girl's loos (amazing).

I reviewed it for XYZ. He chatted about complicated man things with the cleverest and most attractive member of the band outside. I didn't have my usual photographer, I had a small creature who goes by the name of Emmest. She did a marvellous job.

Afterwards, my husband and I went for drinks with a brilliant man who, it transpired, is the photographer who shot David Bowie's 'Pin Ups' album sleeve with Twiggy. It is then that I realised I am becoming less shallow in my old age. I liked him before I found that out. How noble of me.

Oh yeah, here's the review. xoo