Mine, Cheryl’s and Alice’s birthday party in Dalston last Friday was pretty awesome. The DJs and bands were excellent (big shout out to We Are Not A Rockband for kicking off with Yacht – Psychic City (Classixx Remix) and for basically playing loads of my favourite tunes) so massive thank yous and love yous to everyone involved in that side of things. The decor in The Victory was excellent- especially the larger-than-life-size posters of me, Alice and Cheryl! I later found mine ripped up, screwed up and covered in beer <sad face>. The after-party I went to/was thrown for me was suitably debauched. I spent most of it wearing a crown and behaving badly. Standard. Actually I also tried to rescue my poster but it has since been thrown away. From all accounts it was as trashed as I was- crumpled and beer soaked. An accurate representation of me come Saturday. Check out my little image gallery of some pictures I stole from friends. You can see mine and Cheryl’s posters in the first pic ^_^
Marshall Jefferson. Playing in a secret warehouse in Shoreditch. This Friday. Fo’ realz. How amazing is that? These Society parties are shaping up to be pretty awesome, with the last one featuring Hannah Holland and DJ Slipmatt, and this one, well, this one featuring a actual Chicago House legend. The anticipation is through the roof. So much so in fact that Resident Advisor have named in one of the most popular events in London this week. BOOM. Click [here] for the Facebook event and [here] for tickets oh and don’t forget to visit We Are Not A Rockband [here] to find out where the fuck to go.
And if you’re still hungry for more warehouse-party-action on Saturday, I just heard today about the Spectrum Summer Warehouse Party in Ewer Street Car Park. Proper change of tack from Friday night’s extravaganza with a lineup consisting of Chase & Status, Kissysellout, Sinden and more. Ewer Street Car Park is such an awesome venue, it’s where they have the fabulous Eastern Electrics. Have a look see at the Facebook event [here].
Whatever you get up to this weekend, have an epic and messy one. Standard. x
So me and my two friends Cheryl & Alice are having a sick joint birthday party this Friday with all of friends (and sibling in Cheryl’s case!) djing and performing… and somehow that parralell universe where we are all super-hip, popular and just that fucking cool has become reality as TimeOut have written about our party. No word of a lie. Click [here] to read.
The lineup is pretty awesome, with all my favourite boys turning in favours, from my pals The Dirty Toyz [here] to my fellow music bloggers We Are Not A Rockband [here] to the always excellent “forward thinking cunty bollocks” * of Potty Mouth Disco [here].
I just know I’m going to dance my arse off. It’s going to be FUCKING SICK.
I was a little bit hungover at work last Friday. And sometimes when I’m hungover, the only thing that’ll get me through a slightly painful morning at work is classic ’90s hiphop. Lord only knows why it soothes my hangovers but whatevs, it works. I kicked off with Souls Of Mischief ’92 To Infinity and, what with me being totes gregarious an’ all, shared it on Twitter to all those others suffering their previous nights booze consumption. Turns out a lot of my followers were a. hungover and b. *well* into their hiphop. It became quite the little game in the end (actually it was just me rinsing their excellent music taste but shhhhh) and I’ve decided to share my faves with you all too. We’re starting with Souls Of Mischief though- standard.
And honoury mention to Miss Cheryl May Walker for this gem of a video…
This Friday is actually my birthday and I quite fancy playing another YouTube game on Twitter. I’m gonna make it a bit harder though. Tweet me John Hughes film soundtrack songs for my birthday please! You can follow me on Twitter [here].
I’ve been writing here there and everywhere lately and not had so much time for my own blog <aww sad face>. But here’s a handy link round up of all my posts elsewhere yay!
Guys I’m sorry I’ve been slack with this blog. I’ve got some pretty awesome things I’m saving to write about on here though….. being an ’80s slutty zombie for a video nasty film within a film for one! Here’s a sneak peak of me zombified [here] to whet your appetite. Peace, guys, speak soon xxx
I’m in kinda a bad mood. Then, I saw the trailer for the new Muppets film Green With Envy (click [here] for Facebook Fanpage) and my heart was filled with joy for exactly 1 minute 32. Then I felt sad. So you know what I did? I bloody well watched it again. I am so so so excited about this. I’ve been excited about it ever since I bought Forgetting Sarah Marshall on a whim ‘cos it was cheap in Asda and I discovered Jason Segel’s ongoing relationship with The Jim Henson Company. Now I’ve had my first glimpse of it, I just honestly can’t wait. And I promise you, once you watch it too, you’ll be as excited as me. If this *doesn’t* fill your heart with joy then chances are you are dead inside.
Yes kids it’s that super-secret-shoreditch-warehouse-party time again! The Coolness are at it again, this time with the LP launch for Lost In A Disco at their night Club Cool this Friday night. Having proof-read the lyrics for the entire elbum, I can tell you exclusively that it’s all highly sexualised. Click [here] for The Coolness’s Facebook page. Other acts include my boys The Dirty Toyz who are worth the door price alone. You can check out their Facebook page [here].
Club Cool is always worth a bash, although admittedly I have *very* few memories of the last party, the Freddie Mercury one back in January. Which, from what I’ve heard of my behaviour, is probs for the best. Holy Rave back in December I do actually remember all of and it was AMAZING! Join the Club Cool group [here] to hear all about their parties before I blog about it.
Buy tickets to Friday nights party [here] before they all sell out and click attending on the Facebook event [here]!
So I was lucky enough to get free tickets to TimeOut’s double-horror-bill Of Dracula and Theatre Of Blood last night. It began with Mark Gatiss and Robin Ince discussing their favourite horror films with the dude from TimeOut, which was quite cool but pretty much the only thing I took away from it is that I *need* to see is a film that features Nazis On Ice (it’s not actually called that- I can’t remember what it’s called cos they mostly just called it that- but yeh it totally deserves capitals, no?)
Dracula, of which I know there are many iterations, was something a bit spesh. We’re talking the 1958 Hammer Horror version starring Christopher Lee and Peter Cushing. Oh my, it was actual hilarity. John Van Eyssen as Jonathan Harker was rocking this oversized blue blazer with big pockets that I was crushing on hard (the blazer not him) but then he completely ruined the effect by mincing about Castle Dracula with one hand jammed in his trouser pocket, elbow all up at an awkward angle. Total I’m-A-Little-Teapot. As with a lot of Hammer’s output, a lot of the humour now comes from our modern-day-hindsight but I think even then it wasn’t much meant to be scary, just brilliantly campy. Check out all about it [here].
So double-bills are pretty hard going right? By the second flick your arse is sore and you’re feeling a bit sick from too much sweet popcorn and watery coke. Your knees are starting to click and your friend has fallen asleep. Actually, I based the title of this blog on the fact that my friend kept drifting off and then waking up to extreme close-ups of Vincent Price in full monologue-flow. You wouldn’t know what was dream and what was reality if that happened to you, would you? What’s up, what’s down? Anyway, Theatre Of Blood is a fucking glorious film and that’s not even yet mentioning Diana Rigg in a fake mustache. I spent the duration of this film (that I wasn’t shifting about in discomfort) sat on the edge of my seat, mouth fixed in a state of utter glee. Vincent Price is THE BOY. This film is GENIUS. Check out why.
So, some of you may know I’ve taken part in SFX Magazine’s Couch Potato a few times. Well, we actually did a Hammer Horror one. So I’ve dug it out and scanned it in for you. Please please bear in mind, this was about four years ago and I basically look like a dick. In both pictures. Big thanks to Steve O’Brien for inviting me along. Click [here] for page one and [here] for page two.
***EDIT: I’ve just remembered that page two contains my immortal line that my friends want to get put on my epitaph “Isn’t it weird how tits hung really differently in the ’70s.” Oh my god, no wonder no-one was surprised when I ended up working in porn.
***Image of Vincent Price taken from Theatre Of Blood***
Ta to my pal for winning the tickets. Girl you are Queen Of Win.
I found this paper animation thanks to a fabulous post over at io9 (click [here] to read) and totally fell in love with it. I adore animation as it is, but the crudely stylized paper in this is just something that extra bit magical. I’ve never seen gore, or samurais for that matter, done so cutely. Please watch this video, it is utterly amazing. And then go check out the animator’s other works over at his Vimeo page [here].
This short film is one of the most magically scary and simultaneously wonderful things I’ve seen in a while. Sex Ed Done by Lovecraft?!? I mean, really?? How the film-makers got the parents of these kids to agree to let them perform is beyond me. There’s a high chance they’re going to turn out to be the coolest adults you’ll ever meet or mentally scarred for life. Bit of a gamble really.
However, it’s probably worth it as Late Bloomer is insane and brilliant and also delightful. Watch it now.
Click [here] for Northlake Films
Found [via] Topless Robot
