recepticle=Monday, October 31, 2005
and the witches said...
happeee halloweeeeeeen!
the recurrance of the hallowe'en skin (with some slight amendments) means that this incarnation of indextwo has lasted for just over a year, longer than any other previous design. happy birthday, pink indextwo!
- posted by lawrie at 12:07 PM ~ comments
Friday, October 28, 2005
yemen can fuck off
yesterday evening, mumfy put forward a challenge to me set by one of her friends at work: assuming that the name of every country is written in capital letters, name five countries that don't have a letter have a closed area that can be filled in with a pencil (and for reference, those letters are A, B, D, O, P, Q and R). understand? good. now understand this: it can't be done.
i got so irate at not being able to figure this out in my head that i sat down in front of my computer, opened up notepad and set to work. using yahoo's list of countries, i converted all the names into all-caps, then did a search-and-replace-with-nothing for all of the offending letters. you know what i was left with? chile, fiji, seychelles and yemen.
it's like one of those challenges that your maths teacher sets you as homework to do over the easter holidays, and then when you come back and the entire class has got it wrong, he smirks and laughs at you all for being so stupid as to fall for his little tease, cackling and wheezing and spluttering so much that you ball your fists up real tight, hoping beyong hope that he's going to have a stroke and die right in front of you. but he doesn't. then it starts raining.
and then it's on to algebra.
- posted by lawrie at 11:15 AM ~ comments
Tuesday, October 11, 2005
what i've been doing on tour
review: levy - rotten love
one little indian - 2005
oftentimes i find myself sitting in the bath, soaking my hair in the mixture of tepid water, a semi-dissolved lush purple passion bath bomb and my own dirt, wondering what coldplay would sound like if they were all dead, yet somehow still able to play their instruments, and chris martin was fired from a cannon into the sun and replaced by some talentless pissmidget that got kicked out of fame academy. the answer, as you may have guessed, is that this unlikely set of circumstances would sound quite a lot like levy.
coldplay may be an obvious comparison, but it really is the most appropriate; the problem with this is that, despite how easy it is to write them off as the worst kind of insipid, crowd-pleaser rock, chris martin really does have an uncanny ability to write good songs. levy have an uncanny ability to slow down my heart rate enough through the medium of utter fucking boredom to suspend all my bodily functions, so that i might be able to float through the vacuum of space indefinitely. like a spider. spiders can do that.
title track and album opener 'rotten love' sounds like the product of a teenager with a telecaster and a modicum of talent with a midi sequencer, who was never able to get around to writing an ending. 'in the woods' comes across like 'uptown girl' by the divine comedy, but lacking any of the irony that the latter may suggest, and none of the balls that the former provided. potential redemption comes in the form of 'rector street', which starts of as quite a lovely song but unfortunately falls flat on its face, having absolutely no musical direction whatsoever.
as i've been writing this, four different people have come into the room and used the same word: 'insipid'. if levy were a glass of water, they would be tepid; warm and slightly stale, sloshing about in a pint glass with a coldplay-like scum around the rim, dull, fetid and lifeless.
two out of five.
- posted by lawrie at 10:27 AM ~ comments