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It would appear that dEUS frontman Tom Barman blurted out the news that his band is closing the Lowlands festival this year live on television this evening! The band was promoting their new album Vantage Point, due for official release on April 21st, in the tv show De Wereld Draait Door. Interviewer Matthijs van Nieuwkerk announced that they will be closing Rock Werchter this year and Tom added “and Lowlands too” just before they started to play a bit of their new song The Architect.
dEUS is one of the near-certain rumours for an appearance at Lowlands this year, but haven’t been confirmed by the festival organisers as of yet. Usually Lowlands announces the bulk of their lineup around the Pinkpop festival, which starts May 30th.
As far as I’m concerned I would be more than happy to go see dEUS as one of the closers. Vantage Point has had a few spins in my iTunes this last week and I really like the sound. Not too much slow or overly experimental material (which is generally what ticks me off about dEUS albums), plenty of good old fashioned rock songs. Here are two clips from Vantage Point.
The Architect
Slow (featuring guest vocals by Karin Dreijer Andersson from The Knife)
I try and keep my Radiohead compulsions under wraps, to prevent brokenbranches becoming a delirious fanblog. I haven’t got much in the way of objectivity when it comes to these Oxford lads, what’s more, there are so many people that already do a fantastic job keeping their finger on the pulse of all things Radiohead.
However (I’m sure you could see that coming), I feel the overwhelming need to put up this video of Radiohead performing Bangers ‘n Mash in Nigel Godrich’s basement because, well, it kicks arse basically. You work that drumkit Thom! (And Phil too of course.) I suggest you turn up the volume and hit play.
(Go directly to Pitchfork.tv for a better quality version)
While you’re at it, might as well have a look at their new official video for Nude, especially if you’re into grown men having slow motion pillow fights. Nude is incidentally available in pieces for fans to remix and submit into a competition, how cool is that?
I’m so glad Adele came through with a great album after I raved about her song Hometown Glory back in December. I’ve been listening to a lot of “the girls of the moment” (who are being compared to each other left right and centre), and for me she strides past Duffy and Amy Macdonald in the rankings quite easily, is edging close to Kate Nash and might make it up to Amy Winehouse status.
Thanks to friend CM for pointing out there’s a new video for the track Cold Shoulder. The clip is a tad dull in my opinion, but definitely check out the excellent song if you’ve not heard it before. It has Mark Ronson written all over it, this man knows what he’s doing. Here’s hoping she’ll release My Same as well!
Just a bit sad to see the youtube population is wasting time discussing Adele’s weight rather than her talent…
Los Campesinos had a small but extremely catchy hit with You! Me! Dancing! and now here’s their new video My Year In Lists, officially out April 28th. Love their take on new year’s resolutions, here here.
Having just bought my Lowlands ticket today (yay!!), I’m really hoping Los Campesinos will swing by Biddinghuizen in August. Seems like the perfect setting for a Campesinos party!! You can listen to more from their recently released debut album Hold On Now, Youngster on their myspace.
(want m’n haute couture is oh zo duur)
UPDATE: check under the clip for an attempt at the Dutch lyrics and a translation!
[Foto van Eva Reurs, klik hier voor meer foto's van de videoshoot.]
They did it again. De Jeugd Van Tegenwoordig, arguably Holland’s freshest hiphop act, have a new single out called “Hollereer” with bleeps beeps and hilarious lyrics that suck you in from the first beat. Love this track (almost as much as Shenkie, who’s video star has a cameo in this one too) and can’t wait to hear what else is on their new album De Machine.
Someone dared to undertake the near impossible: deciphering the lyrics! With thanks to “Tinuzzz” who posted them on this hyves site. There is a thread attempting the same at nlpop.blog.nl for those wanting to do some more research.
NEDERLANDSE TEKST
daar komt vjezze
holler at ya boy boy
boy daar komt vjezze
holler at ya boy
daar komt vjezze
holler at ya boy boy
boy daar komt vjezze
holler at ya boy
je kan me vinden in de maccie of de wopperschuur
saus op me shirt BA op me haute couture
harder papi
meer chanel dan coco
vjezze fur
meer stijl dan een homo
je kijkt o zo zuur naar me haute couture
want me haute couture is o zo duur
kom niet zomaar, wat doet die met die ho’s daar
vjezze komt smooth, hij komt nu van clochard
karl kanker kani’s uurgh
vaak komen ze in groepen
te dom om te poepen
oeniger dan koeien
ik zal ze niet vervloeken
het is niet hun schuld
daarom fok je moeder
ik weet zeker dat ik niks van je aan heb
want jij bent slechts jij
en ik ben aan gek
ik ben zo blij dat ik ben wie ik ben
dat ik ga waar ga dat ik sta blablabla
daar komt wiwa
holler at ya boy boy
boy daar komt wiwa
holler at ya boy
daar komt wiwa
holler at ya boy boy
boy daar komt wiwa
holler at ya boy
willes hoor yo wederom waarzinnig
papi’s geil op dope en die boys gaan innen
kinnen omhoog borsten vooruit
mic in de hand
en wat borsten voor buit
hou het sickie zo simpel
bespaar je de rimpels “je haat op mn stijl”
terwijl je staat op mn gympen
gemaakt om te pimpen
jij om te fronten
altijd in je ooghoek
net als je oogpoep
holler naar die bolle gooi die hals omhoog
want zeg nou zelf ik ben kankerdope
baas pop hopen doh’ gewoon de illest
nigger wees weg omdat hier een willes
ok laat me eens vertel en wat het is
wartaal spacet meer dan achilles
tis die boy die met meer poes dan oedie
nigga holler at ya boy, G
faberyayo
holler at ya boy boy
boy faberyayo
holler at ya boy
faberyayo
holler at ya boy boy
boy faberyayo “was volgens mij dope maar ik doe het nog één keertje voor “le zekerheid”
holler at ya boy
laat het mokkel daar maar hobbelen op me hobbelpaard
f tot de aber jongen god maak de roddels waar
praat met respect als de baas je wat zegt
ik ben rijk, rap lastig en aantrekkelijk
uitermate kek als ik slets schreckelek
uitermate nep als ik raps van je rap
klippen door je schuur
dorp of plantsoen ghostwrite mn moer
kork of tantu
faber-yayo vader-lay low
praat met 2-woords drama ego
klik niet met caps en saaie air max
schroom niet, zwaai met me hermes
als ik de tent verlaat
wordt de manager kwaad
sletten staan stil
echt de laatste plaat
keer me om en die snollen hollen weer
dus kom niet weer aan de rimmen met de hollereer
je kijkt o zo zuur naar me haute couture want me haute couture is o zo duur
[herhalen]
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(ROUGH) ENGLISH TRANSLATION
(some parts haven’t been translated, suggestions welcome)
here comes vjezze
holler at ya boy boy
boy here comes vjezze
holler at ya boy
here comes vjezze
holler at ya boy boy
boy here comes vjezze
holler at ya boy
you can find me in the maccie or the Wolvenschuur
sauce on my shirt BA on my haute couture
harder papi
more chanel than coco
vjezze fur
more style than a homo
you’re looking oh so “sour” at my haute couture (sour as in jealous/ resentful)
cause my haute couture is oh so expensive
don’t come for nothing, what’s he doing with those ho’s there
vjezze comest smooth, he came from clochard now
karl fuckin kani’s uurgh
often they come in groups
too stupid to take a shit
sillier than cows
I won’t curse them
It’s not their fault
so there fok your mom
I’m sure I’m not wearing anything of yours
cause you’re just you
and I’m it fool
I’m so happy to be who I am
to go where I go that I stand blablabla
here comes wiwa
holler at ya boy boy
boy here comes wiwa
holler at ya boy
here comes wiwa
holler at ya boy boy
boy here comes wiwa
holler at ya boy
willes yo insane as usual
papi’s horny on dope and the boys are inning
chins up and breasts out
mic in hand
and some breast as loot
keep it sickie so simple
save your wrinkles “you’re hating on my style”
while you’re standing on my sneakers
made for pimping
you for fronting
always in the corner of your eye
just like your eyebuggers
holler at the big guy throw that neck up
just admit I’m fuckin dope
baas pop hopen doh’ just the illest
nigger get out cause here’s willes
ok let me tell you what it is
wartaal spaces more than achilles
it’s the boy with more pussy than oedie
nigga holler at ya boy, G
faberyayo
holler at ya boy boy
boy faberyayo
holler at ya boy
faberyayo
holler at ya boy boy
boy faberyayo “I think it was dope but I’ll do it again just to be “le sure”
holler at ya boy
let the mokkel rock it on my rockin horse
f to the aber boy god makes the rumours true
talk with respect when the boss tells you something
I’m rich, rap tricky and attractive
extremely kek when I slets schreckelek
extremely fake when I rip your raps
klipping through your barn
village or square ghostwrite mn moer
kork or tantu
faber-yayo father-lay low
speak with two words drama ego
don’t klik with caps and boring air max
no shame, swing my hermes
when I leave the club
the manager gets upset
sluts stand still
really the last record
turn around and those bimbos are running again
so don’t touch those rims again with the hollereer
you’re looking oh so sour at my haute couture cause my haute couture is oh so expensive
[repeat]
Kate Nash is just so goddamn adorable! Last night in Paradiso she managed to charm the socks off everyone, girls and boys alike. Her witty and clever songs hold their own on stage, not in the least because of her back up band, who give the compositions a bit more ‘oomph’. I was also pleasantly surprised how they played all the up tempo songs a couple of beats faster, turning songs like Mariella and Merry Happy into near-dancetracks.
She’s also more than able to hold the attention of the audience when playing acoustic songs on the guitar. She treated us to a few new ones, one of them named “I hate seagulls”, which had lyrics about all the likes and dislikes of Kate in her trademark style. There was also a new temper tantrum song inspired by a crap party, called Model Behaviour (listen to it on her myspace), with the catchy chorus “you don’t need to suck dick to succeed”. Indeed.
Perhaps I should try and summarize the night in Kate Nash lyric style:
I like girls in pretty green dresses
and girls who don’t care if their hair messes
up and aren’t afraid to scream out loud,
they win the hearts of all the crowd
Watch a clip of Foundations from last night.
Watch the whole concert on fabchannel soon!
(By the way, Mystery Jets were great as opening act! Mental not to self: keep track of said Jets.)
Last night I witnessed, or rather: heard a horrible thing. I found it so disturbing it has taken me a full day of recovery, but I think I am now able to purge my trauma in a post.
The tragic thing is that I could have avoided exposing myself to this auditive torture. I saw it coming a mile away, when my mom told me she won tickets to go and see “Celtic Rhythms, a night of Irish song and dance featuring Peter Corry”. I didn’t know who Peter Corry was at that moment, but if the words “Celtic Rhythms” had somehow failed to set off the tackiness alarm just yet, the description of Peter Corry’s talents definitely sealed the deal: “Peter Corry’s warm vocals take you on a journey through history, the customs and traditions of his homeland, past gods, druids and magicians.”
Anyway, after reading that I pretty much knew what I was in for. A theatre full of claphappy wannabe-Irish, being treated to a superbly marketed mishmash of Irish music culture. Sure enough all the elements were there. Pretty colleens and strapping youngfellas in crushed velvet outfits doing some Irish dancing. Video footage of rolling green hills accompanied by a voice over talking about the mystical myths of the mythological mysteryland that is Eireann. A cast of (thankfully very capable) session musicians, including a Polish drummer who was supposedly “representing the growing Eastern European population in Ireland”. Two jolly aul Irish fellas named Mick & Mick who took care of the drunk-singalong-songs. All of this was quite enjoyable, even if very predictable. The musicians were good, I particularly enjoyed their solos.
However, the one thing I was severely underprepared for, was Peter Corry. I had no idea just how slick and nauseatingly sacharine he sang, nor could anything have prepared me for the incredible extent of his self adulation. The man is obviously passionately in love with every last fibre of himself, from his gelled back hair past his ruffled manblouse and black velvet coat, down to his shiny dancing shoes.
He would occasionally swoop onto the stage, spotlight firmly fixed on him, and introduce his next song with a little story full of, err, heartfelt emotion. “Are there any fathers in the audience? What about mothers? Anyone who’s both? [insert Peter laughing at his own hilarious joke] Well this is a song from my new album and it goes out to all the parents and grandparenst out there, it’s a little song for the children called… [dramatic pause] lullaby”
Worse than singing his own dime a dozen soppy songs, was the fact that he violated several beautiful traditional Irish songs with his Broadway musical approach. All drama and vibrato. He made sure not to miss a chance to tug at the heartstrings during his renditions of Danny Boy, Carrickfergus and Song For Ireland, sucking every ounce of sincerity out of them.
But wait, the horror didn’t stop there! Peter had another little surprise for us. “A while ago I was invited to be one of the celebrities dancing on an Irish show called Jigs ‘n Reels, and I made it to the final!” He stood at the front of the stage with his arms spread wide as if to say “Cheer for me, I am magnificent!”, however he only got a mild clap out of the audience. “Would you like to see a bit of me in the show?” (hardly any response), “Well I’m going to show you some footage wether you want to or not”.
After watching the video he jokingly said ”But don’t worry, there’s absolutely no chance of me doing any dancing here tonight…”. He then seemed rather shocked to discover that the Dutch onlookers took this remark in their stride rather than standing up and shouting “Oh please please Peter, please show us your sexy dance moves!!”. So he was then forced to ask the pleading question “Ehm… or would you like to see me dance?”, followed by a polite little applause to make the total awkwardness of the moment go away. And then he danced. Obviously not nearly as good as the professional dancers on stage, just adding to the utter embarrassment of it all.
I can’t say I speak for everyone in the audience last night. There were definitely others who weren’t exactly having the time of their lives (the woman next to us gave the ultimate lukewarm repsonse when her husband asked her what she thought of the show: “Well, it’s not so bad that I want to leave immediately…”), but there was also a number of people clapping and singing away all night. I’m not sure what kind of enjoyment they were getting from it all, but I just hope they actually go and visit Ireland someday so they can see the real deal. There’s nothing quite like walking into a pub in the middle of nowhere when a spontaneous session starts up and the locals play and sing their favourite songs. Well, provided there isn’t an all singing all dancing B-list musical star among the locals that is…
