Evening! I hope you've all been out getting fabulous tans this week in the lovely Sunshine- I've been cramming in park lunches and BBQ's whilst working my socks off for a deadline tomorrow! But, now that I'm all wrapped up thanks to a serious hibernation session, I have a chance to share the interview I did with Jerry of Fashion House, Lazy Oaf. You can read it here! I want basically 90% of their clothes and accessories (both male and female ranges, weird?) so it was great to get an insight into the workings of the company.
In other news, myself and my editor are off to see Drake (OMG YOU GUYS!) on Sunday thanks to the total babes at Island Records hooking us up AND I get to catch OFWGKTA for a second time on Saturday. Dear bank balance, I am sorry in advance. Have a nice weekend everybody! X
Words by yours truly and images c/o "BH" (Name omitted at photographers request)
Two Posts in one day? Productivity is at an all new high, guys! Last week, I interviewed Summer Camp before their sold-out show at Manchester's Night & Day Cafe, you can read it here! Elizabeth and Jeremy were absolute babes and completely lovely to meet, not to mention how fabulous their performance was. Katie (You should all know who Katie is by now!) has also composed a review from their London date further down that page, so make sure you read it all! X
Miike Snow's new album 'Happy To You' is released today and I reviewed it here. Album summary in an emoticon? Basically, :( Also, make sure you're following the FreedomSpark Twitter and FaceyB for other nuggets of fabulous journalism and a very special announcement this week (It's top secret but I shall post more about it on here once it is released into the wild! All I shall say is that I am so excited I may burst and Katie Wilkinson, what an editor!). X
This morning, I finalised my interview with LA fashionista Audrey Kitching- we talked about her favourite Fashion Week shows, the inspirations behind her clothing ranges and what is next up for the candy-haired beauty (And, like, doesn't this photo just make you wanna hang with her? Girl Crush!).
Also, I'm hoping to get my volume of music posts up to scratch on here AND this week I'm going to see Florence, The Horrors, Summer Camp and Fixers (Phew!), so expect reviews and pretty photographs soon! x
WHAT. A. WEEKEND. Friday I caught Sleigh Bells live on their 'Reign of Terror' tour (seeing them on their 'Treats' tour back in 2010 blew me away and I'm not the biggest fan of their second full-length but they have certainly got me back on side after this show.), followed by a Saturday catching up with old friends, making new ones, getting drunk and watching fabulous bands in Wakefield- ALL before seeing The Cribs up in Leeds- and bloody hell the Jarman Brothers have still, inevitably, got it. Also, I curate monthly playlists' on FreedomSpark, don't you know, and March plays host to the first one that doesn't follow a theme. You can catch it here, although if I know you and you're reading this, you're probs annoyed with my overplayed choices from this month (My bad, flatmates!), otherwise crank up the volume and enjoy the sunshine! Happy Monday! x
Afternoon! This morning I finally attended my #digijourno (don't ask...) class after three weeks of constantly granting myself lie-ins, smashed it, left forty minutes early and wrote the review below. I've been a fan of Bleeding Knees Club for a while now so checked out their debut 'Nothing To Do' and, although I never usually publish pieces on here that don't go live on other sites, I'm currently tired, creative and just want to let some thoughts out, so, divirta-se! (Oh yeah, just casually practicing my Portugese COS I'M GOING TO THIS GUYS. Fuckoff Mumford & Sons.) x
Bleeding Knees Club- 'Nothing To Do' (iamsound/ Columbia Records)
The term ‘surf-pop’ can either make you wince in pain or
writher with pleasure. Sure, the genre has been done to the death by bands like
Wavves, Japandroids and No Age, but don’t let that tarnish the whole influx of
this ‘stoner’ breed alone. Bleeding Knees Club, made up of Alex Wall and Jordan
Malane via the sweet sunshine of the Australian Gold Cost, present the world
with their debut full-length ‘Nothing To Do’, after working on Summer album sessions with Dev Hynes- y'know, him- is it enough to set them
apart from the pack?
Having released
their ‘Virginity’ EP back in 2010, the compilation included attention-grabbing
tracks, ‘Have Fun’ and ‘Bad Guys’, bursting with exuberance, vigor and most
importantly, fun. Album opener, ‘Teenage Girls’, is a joyful, care-free mash of
aerial yet vigorous vocals, steam-rolling
over jangling guitars’ and amalgamating into a track so punchy, one can’t help
but babble along. Next up, ‘Hate Me’ is more ruckus than twee, with lyrics such
as ‘This is the time of the night/ When nothing can go quite right’, deliver a
safe bet for a trip down easy street, yet are proceeded as all-relatable,
nonetheless . ‘Beach Slut’ commences spacey and numbed, with almost soulfully
executed whims of ‘I really wish she would stay’, before jolting into what
could easily be mistaken for being repeatedly played in Al’s diner from ‘Happy
Days’- then hurtling back down to being totally dreamy and full of funk recurrently.
‘Girls Can Do Anything’ has another zoned-out vibe, as multiple, ghostly female
vocals weave themselves through the track, creating an almost hypnotic delivery,
whilst ‘Problem Child’ reeks of attitude, scuzz and feedback intoxication- all
in the best possible way of course. However, it’s not all golden sands and
plain sailing throughout for this pair…
More distracting than
anything on the album, when it all boils down to the sheer musicianship, is the
essence of that samey, splashing
drum/ cymbal fusion, that fails to be delivered in a successfully melodic, or
even something fiercer as we initially thought, way. ‘Lipstick’ slows things
down with a Liam Lynch-esque (Omg, remember him?!) ‘Well, uh, me and Betty we’re
hangin’ out by the beaches’ adamant announcement, paired with conventional streams
of ‘oo’s which, frankly, appeals more as ‘one for the girls’, rather than one
to draw the fairer sex in come the chorus. Oh and ‘Let It Go’ sounds just like
it’s walked its way right into our ears off Harlem’s ‘Hippies’ effort. Sure, Bleeding
Knees Club have found their audience and a synthesis that works- fair enough,
they want to stick to it- but it somehow just doesn’t justify the excitement of
their past releases and, well, sounding better on paper than in practice, it just
doesn’t quite live up to its notion.
