Check out my review of Josh Pyke’s new album over at TheDwarf. It’s very… interesting.
In Other News
I’m running out of ideas for posts. Lately I’ve been writing a book, which is really fun. I’m playing with chronology and dreams, and it’s becoming something I’d really enjoy reading myself.
Anyway, I was wondering if anyone actually regularly reads this blog. I get a fair amount of views every day, but hardly any comments. So feel free to say hi, and offer any ideas or themes or anything really.
Check out my review of the live DVD The Who At Kilburn 1977. It’s a pretty good set, including not just the 1977 Kilburn gig but also one from 1969 at the London Coliseum. Read here.
Read my review of Funkoars’ new album The Hangover at TheDwarf. Hint: It’s good!
I wasn’t sure if I should post my review of the fantastic Freaks & Geeks here or just link to it, so I decided to post it here because, well, where’s the harm.
My review of Ben Lee’s latest single, the disgustingly happy I Love Pop Music is up at TheDwarf. Read words!
Welcome back, Scrubbers! You know what that promo pic means? New Scrubs. And soon (ish). ABC has announced that Scrubs will be premiering on January 6, which means that finally I (and many other long-time Scrubs fans) will be able to see the stories of some of my favourite characters of television history wrap up, and my youth will get some closure as I move from a young adult to… a slightly older young adult.
At this point, before the 8th and potentially final season has even begun, I’m feeling that as long as JD & Elliot, Turk & Carla, Kelso and maybe even Cox are all wrapped up and given some closure, then Scrubs could continue into a 9th season with an all-new main cast. It would feel like a new show, and hell, we all know Scrubs could use some freshness. Plus, I wouldn’t feel like I’d have to constantly defend it anymore.
Oh yeah, you know what else I’m excited about? New Lost.
Yep, I’ve reviewed Kanye West’s new album 808s & Heartbreak. It should be up on TheDwarf within the next few days. Here’s a taster:
And then there was your performance at the 2008 MTV VMAs. You revealed a new, interesting song that didn’t. Feature. Any. Rapping. Gun to my head, it didn’t feature any singing either, really. It was unlike anything we’d heard before from Kanye. It was kinda unlike anything we’d heard before from anyone; it wasn’t a typical pop song, it wasn’t a typical R&B song, and it wasn’t a typical hip-hop song. It was ‘Love Lockdown’.
I’ve clearly lost interest in Australian Idol. No more recaps, but maybe I’ll do a final summarative post after the finale. All the weirdos and hotties and freaks are gone, and we’re left with a few guys whose personality has been totally stripped from them over the course of the comp and I just can’t be bothered with it anymore.
Having said that, my bothered-ness has been shifted to greener pastures. Namely, Survivor Gabon, ANTM 11 and Never Mind The Buzzcocks.
Survivor Gabon has turned out to be fantastically interesting, and holds up well when compared to last season (which was blindside-riffic and pretty damn entertaining). The onion alliance looked like it was going to hold strong, but twists and turns of the game kept things interesting. There are some great characters, from Randy the asshole to Crystal the… I dont even know how to label her, to Kenny the gamer, to Sugar the innocent yet potentially game-winning pinup model. I’ve enjoyed the shenanigans so far, although I was sad to see Ace go so early. And so many fake elephants!
ANTM has been… well, fairly typical. The good models get sent home due to technicalities, and the Covergirl and Seventeen-worthy, hyper-commercial girls are kept around. Those with issues make it to around final 5 but are sent packing soon after, and the sweet, all-american girl eventually rises to the top thanks to continued psychological warfare against and for all parties. Tyra gets more and more insane with every cycle. Seriously, she’s like Oprah with an inferiority complex. She has to consistently reinforce and shore up her ego, which is like a patched but huge zeppelin. And if history has taught us anything, it’s taught us this; zeppelins eventually go down in a blaze of horrific proportions. And I can’t fucking wait.
Never Mind The Buzzcocks has lost a couple of things. Firstly, Simon’s hair. Secondof-ly, Bill Bailey. And it’s success in this 22nd season has relied on the quality of the guest captains. Stephen Fry and Mark Ronson were entertaining and different, but a few – such as the less well known British comedians – have fallen a bit flat. Russell Brand did an episode but it hasn’t yet been aired, likely due to his whole, “quitting the BBC” thing*. The show remains a must-watch for me, but the quality has dropped significantly from last season. Fingers crossed for a high quality permanent new team captain, or the return of Bill.
*Speaking of which: Fuck! His radio show was brilliant, and I listened with glee, fear, and amusement every week. I missed Matt Morgan, but his various co-hosts (Noel Fielding, Simon Amstell, Noel Gallagher, Jonathon Ross) were great and his irreverent interview style was a breath of fresh air. Bloody media bloody crucifying him! Anyway, if you – like me – miss his show, I recommend podcasting the Australian radio duo Hamish & Andy‘s show, via iTunes. It’s great. Seriously.
Umm so Teale, Mark and Chrislyn are the bottom three. There are some funny callers (love Ricki-Lee’s eyeshadow? kay…) and some technical difficulties (as usual). Andrew drags an audience member up to sit next to Teale. Lucky girl. She gets on tv. Wish I could get on tv…
My personal resentment aside, um, Pink is on soon. Damn, that totally didn’t work. Pink isn’t as horrendous as many other people in the world, it must be said. Congratulations to Pink.
Anyway, we’re now just moments away from learning who is going home.
Ugh, Teale is safe. I think Chrislyn is going home. Tonight… it ends… for one of you… based on the votes… it’s time to go… Chrislyn. Hamilton. Aww. She was nice. Bye Chris! Get ready, ’cause here you go.
Ow! Michael Jackson night! This should be good. He has an incredible back catalogue, so song choice will be a big factor. We open the night with a group rendition of ‘Don’t Stop Til’ You Get Enough’, one of my favourite MJ songs. So funky. So fresh. Teale sings his bit, and sounds out of place and crappy, and I suddenly have hope that he’ll be eliminated this week. Jacko is too cool for Teale. Even Luke sounds better than him! I may be dancing in my seat.
Hellooooo happy flower people, and welcome to the results show for Oz Idol’s Rolling Stones night. It was a night full of weirdness and good songs and goodness and weird songs. I’m a fairly hugemongous Rolling Stones fan, which may have played into my general disgust at the whole night. Disgust!
Well well well. I know this is later than usual, but hey; suck it. At least I get off my (metaphorical) arse and write a meaningless post about a reality television show every now and then – what do you do? Huh? Oh, you have a legitimate job? Oh, I see.
That’s right, our favourite Sri-English female rapper/fashion icon is preggas. Could this be why she announced the end of live gigs? But then, this photo was obviously taken at a live show. Is this really her? All these questions and more, tonight on Deflower’d Confidential.
Slept through tonights results show; apparently Thanh went home? Yeah, good result.
Seeya next week, homies!
So, last week we lost the amazing Madam Parker. This week we’re faced with the prospect of a damn good sock-rocking. Will the contestants rock our socks off, or will they remain firmly upon our sweaty Sunday feet? All hail The Rock. The night starts off a little rocky, with the audience mics (or the fake audience sounds) fading in and out during the opening credits.