You like mcr, panic at the disco, choppy hair cuts, fall out boy and black clothing. You can’t stop smudging your eyeliner, you can’t stay out of hot topic, and you don’t know the top 20 charts. Face it, you’re never gonna leave 2005.
The amount of people whining and complaining about the sudden change in aesthetic pleased me. We deliberately put this song out first to destroy some of the expectations on what kind of band we are. We belong to no one.
I think both Iceage and Total Control are too confident in what we’re doing to be affected by cruel tongues. I never particularly cared for the acceptance of the punk scene, nor from the commercial indie world. We don’t belong in either.
Florida Teenagers Got Caught in a Snapchat-Fueled Robbery – This Week in Teens
Summer break sounds amazing in June, but by August the teens have grown restless. They’re broke, they’ve got all these hormones that they can’t properly act on, and Mom’s at work. Today’s teens are left at home with little more than technology and other teens to keep them company. It’s with this sense of boredom and the possibility of danger in mind that we turn to our top story This Week in Teens.
A 15-year-old boy in Florida got a Snapchat of his cousin holding a stack of cash, so he and four of his friends decided to rob his cousin’s house. They would have gotten away with it, too, if it weren’t for his cousin’s pesky dogs, and the fact that the rest of his family was home. The teens ran from the house, taking a laptop with them, but were caught by police—because that’s what happens when your aunt sees you robbing her house. This story is truly a perfect encapsulation of the way teens live now. The traditional teen traits of confusion-fueled idiocy and responding to the pressures of capitalism with petty crime are compounded by technology. Snapchat, an app that’s wildly popular among young people, is being valued at around $10 billion. Teens are an instrumental part of the app’s success, so there’s a certain poetry in the idea that the app is inspiring them to commit crimes for cash.
Also in this week’s This Week in Teens, I adultsplain why teens shouldn’t use cocaine and why selfies aren’t cool. Plus these two sentences that I’m really proud of: "A lack of sleep is just another factor that contributes to teens’ high-risk behavior,” is something that a pessimist might say. My glass is half full of Monster, and I choose to see high-risk behavior as high-reward behavior."
Good work Hanson.
Risa from Dempagumi.inc throwing out the first pitch at a Japanese professional baseball game. It doesn’t go well.
Went into this like “Ha, well, can’t be as bad as Carly Rae Jepsen’s!” but nooooooooooope and also how even?
(But also good on you for trying Risa it’s probably real scary doing a sports in front of so many people and no one can fault you for doing your best.)
Pretty overwhelming watching video games journalism screaming through puberty these past couple of weeks. This line from Kotaku’s recent update about disclosing relationships on the site jumped out ‘cos it’s something I’ve been wondering re: music journalism too. I’ve so far avoided giving to any crowdfunding campaigns for music stuff, despite wanting to support valuable and worthy causes like Polyester’s recent redesign or the recent Milk! Records comp, for this exact reason. Out of caution more than conviction, though — if the logic is that you’re more inclined to support projects you’ve invested your own money into, is that really so different than reviewing a band whose records you’ve bought or shows you’ve paid to see?
Everett is the greatest music writer alive, probably. One of the most essential, at the very least. People roll their eyes when I say that ‘cos heaps of Established Professional Music Writers hate him, like any Established Professional hates anyone who exposes the lie of their inflated sense of self-importance. Alright, how about this? Everett is a tough boy, wild and innocent and dangerous as hell. The most dangerous music writer alive.
Or the greatest zinester without a zine. Besides his own writing, Everett’s got a knack for attracting the talent on the fringe who, whether through a shared lack of tact or disgust with tradition, aren’t welcome in the mainstream. Everett’s circle are the greatest music writers alive, too — the greatest music writers you’ve never heard of. Miss AMP, kicking_k, Stevie Chick, Lee Adcock, Neil Kulkarni, Scott Creney. You’ve only gotta read Plan B, the greatest music magazine to ever run, or Collapse Board, the greatest music blog to ever post, to figure that out. Tiny presences against the titan shadow of the mainstream, daring to ask if music writing could be art too, and not apologising for it. Endangered species, being starved out.
I’ve been tryna think of a way to tie them all together. It’s not just that they write about themselves, an accusation too blunt to take seriously, but that their identity, their personhood is all over the page. They all puke humanity and Everett most of all. Whether you reckon music is personal or communal it always involves people, you and me and our experiences. In its best and most rapturous forms, music is never spreadsheets or graphs or credits. It’s humanity. That’s where everyone should start. Does it move you? How? If it doesn’t, forget about it. Have no truck with indifference. It’s deadening.
And other ostensibly music reviews.
"I’ll tell you about punk rock: punk rock is a word used by dillitante’s and ah… and ah… heartless manipulators about music that takes up the energies and the bodies and the hearts and the souls and the time and the minds of young men who give what they have to it and give everything they have to it and it’s a… it’s a term that’s based on contempt, it’s a term that’s based on fashion, style, elitism, satanism and everything that’s rotten about rock’n’roll. I don’t know Johnny Rotten but I’m sure… I’m sure he puts as much blood and sweat into what he does as Sigmund Freud did. You see, what sounds to you like a big load of trashy old noise is in fact the brilliant music of a genius, myself . And that music is so powerful that it’s quite beyond my control and ah… when I’m in the grips of it I don’t feel pleasure and I don’t feel pain, either physically or emotionally. Do you understand what I’m talking about? Have you ever felt like that? When you just couldn’t feel anything and you didn’t want to either. You know? Like that? Do you understand what I’m saying sir?"
mixing the next single today at @triple_j in sydney 🎶😎🆒✨📻
will looks so qt
Can’t believe more folks didn’t have BABYMETAL in their top five.
Everyone coming to Australia should watch this 100% true documentary about our way of life.
Plus an interview with Anita Alphabet and all that 3RRR Radiothon goodness.
Oh look at me, writing things.
The last couple of months have been a barrage of bad family shit, but:
- I’m flying to Brisbane in a couple weeks to speak on a panel with Fantano and some other folks at BIGSOUND. Mostly stoked to see people I haven’t in a while and watch some bands but panels are something too.
- I wrote some blurbs for Pitchfork’s Best Tracks/Albums of the Half Decade lists. Might post my lists at some point too. Kirin J Callinan was at the top of both.
- TheVine has had a couple of the year’s best weeks in the last fortnight so I haven’t fucked everything up yet.
- There are some good Australian albums coming out soon.