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Still lamenting the death of the beehive-haired one? Then you can weep tears of empty hope at this turntablist tribute to the queen of binge. And its pretty damn funky.
So pour yourself a glass of something strong, neck some small tablets of something illegal and roll a fat one of something fragrant. And enjoy.
In case you’ve been in a drugged up stupor, a lot went on this last weekend news wise. And one of the tragic events that took place was the death of Amy Winehouse.
And so this kind gentleman kindly penned this loving tribute to her. I’m sure it’ll make the harrowing incident all the more bearably for her family and friends. Or maybe not, aye.
Making it in the music biz is fraught with ups and downs, it’s the kind of career that you’ll need skin as thick as Cee-Lo’s waist band to survive. But if you do decide to head down this treacherous path, then hope that your rise to meteoric super stardom is swift and successful.
Like these rising stars Oh Land, Mads Langer and Loick Essien. They’re living the goddamn dream and maybe you can too, remix a Bob Dylan or Ting Tings track and win a bunch of stuff.
For those times when Metallica are too bummed out with psychoanalytical blues to perform and rock the house down, they could always call upon the hairy wizardry of Bill Bailey.
OK, so it might feature a few more horns than their fans are used to, but so what. Enter Sandman? Enter Balding man.
When this rotten old life is getting you down and everything around you is crumbling away in the face of forces seemingly beyond your control, what do you do?
Do you just struggle onwards and hope that it’ll just improve or do you supp on a cup of brown joy, grin and kick life in the balls.
My Little Pony turns into full on rave by adding some basslines over the top of some edited footage. It’s elevated the show from a kid’s cartoon to a sonic brain fuck.
They’re the sort of visuals you could totally vibe out on at 4am when you’ve lost all your friends but the DJs playing such a murderously beautiful tune you think you’ve found the meaning of quantum religion in the bright tones of a children’s programme.
It doesn’t get better than four Finnish guys crammed into a rusty hunk of a car covering Queen’s “Bohemian Rhapsody” on a series of brass instruments.
The only way it could get more epic is if Wayne Campbell and Garth Algar climbed out of the bonnet for a rousing, celebratory finale. Schwing.
I? love Ben Drew, he looks like he’s an East? End heavy who you wouldn’t want to meet in a dark alley, and then he sings with the voice of an angel. It’s a paradox in motion.
Also the music sounds like it is being performed in your left ear, then the right, then in front & behind you, it’s all over the place with this new Beats Audio technology. Amazing. What next, let me guess, a cat playing a piano….*Wait!?
