Sweaty Basement Affairs / Kid Kongo Mix January 2011
If blogging was a shoot out at dawn on the set of a dusty spaghetti western, then I’d be fucked. The lightening quick typing fingers of Sam from CHTM has this one up first. Through out the month of February a cohort of promoters are organizing a sequence of Friday night shin digs in the basement of Murrays which, and don’t hold me to it, is meant to be undergoing something of a refurbishment. First up will be myself this Friday, with... Read More
New Lady Grew
Ghetto Quietly have a new vinyl coming out in the next few weeks, it’s by Lady Grew and is due a launch party down in a what’s meant to be a newly refurbished Murrays basement. Worth checking out. Tunes below. GHT003 – A1 – LADY GREW – BASS BULLY by Ghetto Quietly Read More
Vidiot: Stacy’s Story By Lunitic.
A video from Dean Scurry, for a tune by Lunitic – bit of a dodgy line on refugees, but other than that a real dark melody about life on junk in Dublin. Read More
The Unions After The Celtic Tiger
photo credit: 500CPM A rather strange figure is moving to centre stage in Irish politics, that of the trade unions – absent from mass struggles until recently and weakened over the decades of social partnership, they are now the only possible source of a movement that can confront attemps to transfer the cost of the recession to working people. This statement does not come with out some qualms. Already this year we’ve seen the union movement... Read More
Meow Meow and The UK Situation.
photo credit: murphyz On 2 March 2010, the Government decided to begin the process for declaring certain substances to be controlled. A large number of these are products sold at head-shops as legal highs, but the most well known are mephedrone and methylone, and other related cathinones products. Cathinones derive from the khata plant and the increase in control was justified on the basis of their similarity in structure and effect to amphetamines. The... Read More
Don’t Mention Art Rock.
Photo is copyrighted to Lindsay Foley Sometimes a piece of art can represent more than just itself. Through how it intertwines with what’s around it, it can take on new meanings. You might be able to say the same of Estel. One of the photo sliders on their Myspace sails through a montage of gig fliers stretching through the best part of Dublin’s underground live output for the first decade of this millennium. Estel so, through their... Read More
Romancing The Photocopier.
Back in the olden days, before the digital miracle and the gilded purr of the Celtic Tiger there was the humble zine. A zine was a very simple thing, usually a photocopied melange of thoughts and images cut out with a Stanley blade, and flung together in an act of love making to both words and whatever they tried to give meaning to. Once zines were a vital communicative hub for sub cultures, but that role dropped away due the net. Yet some... Read More
One Off STF Zine.
As Canzine approached last year, I had glorious plans of doing a one off zine for Soundtracksforthem. It failed. So, with the shameful memory of that bout of procrastination and laziness haunting me I extracted myself from Dublin late last night. Full of anticipation for Independents Day and pepped up on coffee, with my keyboard ashed with Sweet Afton smokes stolen from my father, I honed this one off Soundtracksforthem freesheet into a... Read More
This is an interview with a band called Adebisi Shank
photo credit: lauranolanphotography Downstairs in Frazers, Adebisi Shank are celebrating the launch of the their debut album, it’s a pure drunken tantrum of a night and from about 10pm the venue looks and feels mentally over-subscribed. It’s all faces rammed in arm pits, and bodies reluctantly pressing against each other. The guy in front of me has had his head split open. Blood streams across his forehead and down his face. But he... Read More
The Lads From St Saviours.
photo credit: the justified sinner If you’ve ever entered the IFI at peak time, you’ll notice there’s a lot of people just standing around, standing around and waiting, for dates and friends. So, ambling over and interrupting several of the more male looking inpatients waiting with the question “are you one of the lads from Saviours?” left me with one clear lesson in mind when interviewing people you’ve never... Read More
