Wednesday, 29 May 2013

Soldier Girl

I found my Soldier Girl
She's so far away
She makes my head spin around

Tuesday, 28 May 2013

Getting away with it

Zerotonin and so on and so forth and furthermore and etc. (It's the final) countdown, two or three dayze to go — what to say exactly... it's gotta be good, right?

Monday, 27 May 2013

Sunday, 26 May 2013

Nigel Farage in «Dog. Shit. Mouth.»

The sun on the meadow is summery warm

Nigèle Faragé. Nina Ferragamo. Nana Fabergé. Nasty Nige. 

Saturday, 25 May 2013

Catching up with consensus reality

It's a funny auld world. I've spent the last few weeks not really being plugged into the Matrix, not really reading newspapers, mostly disconnected from (anti-)social media and it's been really great. It's been productive, I've managed to get some stuff done and in many ways it's been a bit like a holiday, truly, shits n giggles all round. But I've just dipped back in to all that and all that is not at all well.

Bailiffs' letters have started arriving and the first Bedroom Tax evictions are due to start any day now. There's some skinny on that right here.

And early on Thursday morning in Redbridge, East London, the police co-ordinated raids on the homeless, arresting people, confiscating sleeping bags and food parcels. You can read that grotesque story here.

But it was nice to see a piece in the Guardian about how Goldman Sachs have raked in multi-billions from speculating on food prices, gambling on whether or not people starve to death, and how that speculation itself causes people to starve to death. It's comforting too that Goldman Sachs' Mark Carney will be taking over as Governor of the Bank of England in the summer. You can read the food speculation piece here.

On Wednesday Mark McGowan, the artist Taxi Driver, pushed his pig from Downing Steet to the Bank of England. Unfortunately Belle and I were unable to join the event this time but there is a quite excellent piece about it here which manages to tie up all these different strands much better than I can.

And finally here's Mark talking about some of that himself:

Monday, 20 May 2013

Re-arranging the atoms in my hairdo

Musique mix the bourgeoisie and the rebel

I heard that. I mean I heard that.

Photo: George Maciunas — Piano Piece #13Source: Goldsmiths

Sunday, 19 May 2013

Il Brutto

The branch of the linden is leafy and green

Nigel Farage and his mates "enjoy nothing more than a good laugh".

Saturday, 18 May 2013

Ilinca Cantacuzino — Dark Fire White Fire

It was ace to see Ilinca and Kathy earlier this week and to take in Ilinca's current show Dark Fire White Fire at All Saints Church (Lovelace Road, West Dulwich, London SE21), currently being shown as part of the Dulwich Festival. The work is lovely and the church is basically enormous and completely dominates one view of the skyline from Tsunami Towers. The show comes down after this weekend but the Dulwich Triptych can be viewed in the chancel until 28 May when it will be leaving its original position and, in its new incarnation — the Dulwich Diptych — seeking a new home. To see more of Ilinca's work please click here.

Friday, 17 May 2013

The stag in the forest runs free

Nice to see that Nigel Farage is still busy building his dystopian mediocracy. More here. Quel rotter.

Thursday, 16 May 2013

Alt Musique, a sort of postscript then

Word has reached the Eagles of Euphoria here at Tsunami Towers that Public Enemy are feeling a little bit antsy about some of the conclusions concerning Alt Musique a couple of days ago, in which you may recall a sort of compromise was reached, namely that the Ramones were far and away the greatest band in evolutionary history thus far with Shonen Knife placed second and Public Enemy third in a sort of fragile, volatile quasi-consensus.

Anyway we received the following communiqué from Chuck and Flav via their spokesperson who identified herself only as Sheebee:

Yo, we gonna bum rush dat show
Public Enemy Number 1 in New York
Public Enemy Number 1 in Philly
Public Enemy Number 1 in DC
Public Enemy Number 1 in Kingston, Ohio
Public Enemy Number 1 in Nottingham
Public Enemy Number 1 in Gipsy Hill...
Public Enemy Number 1 in Beijing too!

So in the full spirit of righteous harmony we declare a tie of sorts. Everyone's a winner.

Source: Sister Sheebs, with some additional facts from Robby Brown

Wednesday, 15 May 2013


The whole world is back-to-front and upside-down and inside-out and apparently I am the last to know.

Sunday, 12 May 2013

Some notes on Alt Musique

Punque Roque died with Nancy Spungen at the Chelsea Hotel in 1978.

People who do that thing where you go on Mastermind and choose the Clash for your specialist subject as if it's sort of the equivalent of knowing a lot about quantum theory are idiots.

Approximately 94% of all punque roque and indie bands could have been much better if they'd signed to a major label who would have forced them to make decent records.

Indie basically died when Perfect by Fairground Attraction came out, although it was a while before anybody realised. Was it really 1988?

George Best was in fact perfect. The Wedding Present could easily have called it a day there and all would have been well, although the Ukrainian album was pretty awesome too.

Morrissey is a lousy cocksucker.

The Pastels are a million times more important than the Smiths.

Talulah Gosh are around 8 to 9% more important than the Pastels.

Little or no doubt about it, Primal Scream peaked with Velocity Girl. Bonny Bobby Gillespie's output at the time can only have been informed by his brief tenure with the Jesus & Mary Chain whose first album remains kind of awesome and thensome, although you can happily ignore all the others. The first album rule of course applies to many, many bands including some of those listed here but not the Ramones despite what some of the rockocracy will tell you.

Honestly, the Stone Roses are rubbish.

Madchester never happened. Unless you're talking about the Fall I spose. And then obviously Magazine and the Buzzcocks too.

The Skids were brill. Big Country were kind of awful. The Armoury Show had some great moments, thanks to the good grace of Jobbers and John McGeoch too.

The Ramones were far and away the greatest band in evolutionary history thus far. Shonen Knife are clearly placed second on the same list. There is no third place.

Penny Rimbaud is probably a genius. Crass were the best band on Crass. The Mob were the second best band on Crass. Dirt were probably third. All those other jerque-off anarquo-punque bands were ghastly, including Conflict who are probably the worst idea to have come out of that whole thing. That one by Zounds was quite good though.

RIP Johnny Thunders.

Pearl Jam are disgusting. Likewise Radiohead, Coldplay, the Pixies, REM Speedwagon, Sonic Youth, the Beatles, My Bloody Valentine and all those countless other Dad Rock grotesques.

That's it for now. More news as it's made.

Saturday, 11 May 2013

Raindance sponsorship pamphlet 2013

Moving into abstract art, I could probably maybe most likely get into a bit more of this. The principal typeface here is the world-famous Bassish of course.

Thursday, 2 May 2013

☭ First of May celebrations ☭

Behind the glitter of spectacular distractions, a tendency toward banalisation dominates modern society the world over... Complacent acceptance of the status quo may also co-exist with purely spectacular rebelliousness — dissatisfaction itself becomes a commodity as soon as the economy of abundance develops the capacity to process that particular raw material.

I quit Facebook yesterday. I hope for good. 1 May 2013, traditional international workers' holiday (but not in the UK). I don't mean to suggest that that's newsworthy or anything, nor that I am among the first to think about it, but I am certainly pleased about it. I will probably come back to this subject too. Maybe tomorrow, who knows.

Wednesday, 1 May 2013

De profundis

A couple enters a roadside restaurant. They respectfully examine the menu, then savour some factory-made ice cream.

I would really like it a lot if someone would remember to play this very loud at my funeral. In this way my people may surely begin to know something of my complexity.