We were first sucked in by Twin Sister’s intoxicating dreamscaped tracks this winter and… well let’s just say the buzz has grown into a roar and they are blowing up in a major way. Completely deserved of course! Come out to Glasslands tonight to celebrate the release of their album Color Your Life. These Long Island kids have been giving it away for free online (didn’t they listen to their mothers?) so this show is a celebration of hard copies courtesy of Infinite Best Recordings.
This is the newest installment in Tammy Hart and MyOpenBar.com’s Last Friday monthly concert series. Seeing as how MIA showed up to hop onstage with Sleigh Bells at last month’s showcase, this is one party you don’t want to miss. The band hits the road with Bear in Heaven in July, and be sure to keep an eye peeled on ‘SUP for more Twin Sister goodies. Happy first day of summer.
Dear Alexis and Derek, I’m pretty sure that Will has Sleigh Bells on Google alert, so I’ll just post this in the open instead of cluttering up your inbox. I am so effing proud of you two and Treats is amazing. See you tonight.
PS- To my readers, yup this is just a stream. These are my friends and this is how they make a living, so please buy the album - you won’t regret it.
I KNOW RIGHT? ‘SUP will be representin’ at the Moneybrother Asbury Park show… because seriously WTF Sweden? Read Lou Wright’s album review of Real Control on ‘SUP *here*. PS I took this photo in like 2006, before the Joe Strummer memorial mural on the East 7th St side of Niagra Bar got the random ass color update with the blue skin. KNOW YOUR RIGHTS - no more makeovers!
So Cameron and I had the IMMENSE luck (more like God intervening) in showing up to the Big Beat relaunch party just in time for Robin S. to take the stage (Erm, stripper platform? It was a club on Washington and 12th during Winter Music Conference don’t judge!) and belt out “Show Me Love.” Seriously, we squeezed through the doors as we heard her pick up the mic and people started to cheer. Somehow we slipped up front right during those fabulous opening bars and she ripped into the song. And then she played it again (seriously, the video is below), and it was over. I mean why not live by your hit and a reprise? WE LOVE THIS WOMAN. Spotted: Isa GT and Laetitia *girlcore* getting down front and center! PS Isa’s PA CHIKIRRI EP drops this week on Man Recordings- here’s to the next generation of fabulous divas ala Robin S.!
Back from Winter Music Conference and multiple run-ins with Mr. F*** Me I’m Famous himself, David Guetta and the amazing Kelis. It’s only right that we share (FINALLY!!!) the video for Kelis‘ Acapella, perhaps our fave Guetta collaboration to date. Now to get some sleep… Links to our coverage to come!
Working in the indie community and living in NYC often presents the amazing opportunity to pop up in Brooklyn DIY video crowd shots. Wheeee. Now having slept through/ spaced on the TVoTR, YYYs and Titus Andronicus shoots over the years, when Kanine Records enlisted friends and family for the Surfer Blood video for “Swim” I made it a point to show up. Seriously JP, Thomas, TJ, Brian and Marcos are stellar gentlemen with a massive future in front of ‘em and one of my fave bands ever to work with. Total pros. Please note that the end crowd surfing footage was taken during the encore of the New Year’s Eve Kanine Records beach party at Cameo gallery- click *here* to check some photos and vids from that event!
To get more info on the video masterminds behind this piece, visit http://www.neuefilms.com/- they did the awesome one for Blind Man’s Colour “Warm Currents Pull” as well.
Ok, so another reason that I’ve fallen off the face of the earth is because I was recovering from 2 Hot Chip shows in 24 hours. Best B-day week ever, especially when you add Yeasayer to the mix! *Anyway* I nabbed some video from the Myspace gig at Highline Ballroom the first night. Considering that it was being filmed by Ustream it felt rude to be “that girl” in the crowd waving a digicam in the air, so I only snuck 2 songs. 1.75 to be exact- torwards the end of “One Pure Thought” I got punched square in the back. I reflexively thought it was a security guard; alas it was just an enthusiastic crowd goer. PS Shout out to Self-Titled mag for the hook-up- much aloha! Best 2 shows we’ve ever seen ‘em play….
Welcome to all things Sliimy (pronounced “Sleemy”). If you’ve been on the receiving end of a brilliantly viral “Who Is Sliimy” tweet and are still going ‘Huh?’ You’ve come to the right place. So who is this intriguing character who is proving so fascinating to the good and the great? He’s Yanis Sahraoui, a 20-year-old from Saint-Etienne near Lyons. His friends and fans call him Sliimy, a nickname since childhood. Why? “Because I was really skinny, so lots of kids called me ‘spaghetti’,” he says, hardly explaining it at all. “So I stayed as Sliimy and created a blog called ‘Sliimy’. It doesn’t mean anything. It sounds like pop music.”
Why yes, yes it does. We’re giving away 1 custom Sliimy Music Tee (a $40 value, HOLLA) that comes complete with a download for his zingy and fresh debut album “Paint Your Face.” Just email punkphoto at gmail dot com with ‘Sliimy’ in the subject line and we’ll take care of the rest. PS: Lily Allen’s sleeve artist, Check Morris, designed the artwork for Sliimy’s debut album (and this shirt)! The fold-out collage for Paint Your Face is a riot of colours and shapes, fabrics and textures, surrealist brica-brac and objets d’art. Sounds just like his music if you ask us. So yeah. That’s who Sliimy is.
So a little boy named Max had quite the opening weekend at the box office- 32.5 million bucks as reported by Warner Brothers. I haven’t seen it yet, which some people find weird it because it’s one of my fave books of all time, which is exactly why I stayed away. Please note, here is Maurice Sendak’s Where the Wild Things Are in its entirety (all 10 glorious sentences):
The night Max wore his wolf suit and made mischief of one kind and another. His mother called him “WILD THING!” and Max said “I’LL EAT YOU UP!” so he was sent to bed without eating anything. That very night in Max’s room a forest grew and grew- and grew until his ceiling hung with vines and the walls became the world all around and an ocean tumbled by with a private boat for Max and he sailed off through night and day and in and out of weeks and almost over a year to where the wild things are. And when he came to the place where the wild things are they roared their terrible roars and gnashed their terrible teeth and rolled their terrible eyes and showed their terrible claws- till Max said “BE STILL!” and tamed them with a magic trick of staring into their yellow eyes without blinking once and they were frightened and called him the most wild thing of all and made him king of all wild things. “And now,” cried Max, “let the wild rumpus start!” “Now stop!” Max said and sent the wild things off to bed without their supper. And Max the king of all wild things was lonely and wanted to be where someone loved him best of all. Then all around from far away across the world he smelled good things to eat so he gave up being king of where the wild things are. But the wild things cried, “Oh please don’t go- we’ll eat you up- we love you so!” And Max said, “No!” The wild things roared their terrible roars and gnashed their terrible teeth and rolled theur terrible eyes and showed their terrible claws but Max stepped into his private boat and waved good-bye and sailed back over a year and in and out of weeks and through a day and into the night of his very own room where he found his supper waiting for him- and it was still hot.
Holy crap! Is this why I am such a criminal when it comes to run-on sentences? Someone tell Cameron! *Anyway* Spike Jonze just released a new short with his wonderfully twisted sense of story telling. Check out his collaboration with Kanye West on “We Were Once a Fairy Tale.” I had to watch it in batches and fast forward parts - I have a hard time watching Kanye offstage, especially when he’s riffing on Kanye. But the hurling pink confetti? Amazing. The opening footage though of bottle service and VIP is perfect. The yelling over the table and missing major points in conversation while making important social exchanges to fleeing the dancefloor to find respite in the bathroom… it’s a big part of my life. That’s kinda effed up. Yikes.
To end things on an upnote, here is one of my fave Spike Jonze spots, 59 seconds of bliss:
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