Blessed Samhain everyone! Just a quick one today, because I'm lazy and I don't really have much to say, but I can't let my favourite day of the year pass without a post now can I? Well, here's a couple of video links to keep yourself topped up.
In keeping with this joyous occasion, I'm pleased to report that my favourite kids' TV show, Young Dracula, is finally back. It took them three years and a lot of fan petitions, but the first episode of the shiny third series aired today. The budget is bigger, which kind of loses some of the charm, the child cast has aged noticeably (always the trouble with kids' shows) and it's getting darker but it's still a lot of fun. Keith Lee Castle is quite hilarious. Next episode is on tomorrow, so look out for it on iPlayer.
If you're after something spooky this Samhain, though, here's a youtube channel that will definitely give you the galloping heebee jeebies if you're into the supernatural. It's a collection of various episodes from various tv paranormal shows, like Ghost Adventures, Paranormal Challenge, and (my favourite) Fact or Faked. As is usually the case with this stuff, it's over hyped stuff done by very enthusiastic Americans, but there are definitely some creepy stories lurking in there. Enjoy!
Monday, 31 October 2011
Thursday, 27 October 2011
Things involving me gawping at Peter Murphy
So... let's get the proper blog posts back underway, shall we?
Way back in the Dark Ages that was the 12th of October (seriously, I planned to write this up the next day, that didn't happen) I sneaked into London on a last-minute whim to catch my all-time favourite singer (and long-suffering object of my attraction) Peter Murphy at the Garage in Islington. The Garage is a nice venue, incidentally; small enough to be intimate but large enough to feel important. The Murph himself has been touring his new album Ninth (read my review here if you're so inclined) and the "Secret Bees" EP that goes with it (Peter now has a habit of releasing B-sides on separate EPs since no-one seems to buy singles anymore). I hadn't seen him live for three years (missed the last tour because... actually I don't know why, I suppose I was just being a hermit again) so it was nice to see some of my old friends from the days of "let's stalk Bauhaus across the country because we can".
With no support, it was a surprisingly long set, close to two hours. The set-list was completely bonkers: he opened with the first three tracks of Ninth before going onto a set that was two-parts old stuff to one part Bauhaus.
Anyway, as always, Peter's voice was lovely. His band weren't as tight as they could be and there were a lot of fuck ups, to the point that Peter actually got pretty pissed off by the half-way point. He kept having them stop and restart songs and rather scowlingly changed "Cuts You Up" to "Fucks You Up". I've honestly never seen him in such an odd mood. He didn't even bother singing the last line of Ziggy Stardust. Oh and he did his brilliant "Goth stand-up" banter again. Some of the same jokes as last time, but I did quite like his American-accented take on advertising for Bauhaus: "Four men, eight feet, one band".
Apparently the rest of the tour was less...fragmented. But, yes, I did spend the whole night gawping at Pete again. He really is very pretty.
I can't really say a lot more, because I've largely forgotten it (sorry), so here's a video some website did of me awkwardly talking about the gig directly after it.
I had no idea what to say.
Way back in the Dark Ages that was the 12th of October (seriously, I planned to write this up the next day, that didn't happen) I sneaked into London on a last-minute whim to catch my all-time favourite singer (and long-suffering object of my attraction) Peter Murphy at the Garage in Islington. The Garage is a nice venue, incidentally; small enough to be intimate but large enough to feel important. The Murph himself has been touring his new album Ninth (read my review here if you're so inclined) and the "Secret Bees" EP that goes with it (Peter now has a habit of releasing B-sides on separate EPs since no-one seems to buy singles anymore). I hadn't seen him live for three years (missed the last tour because... actually I don't know why, I suppose I was just being a hermit again) so it was nice to see some of my old friends from the days of "let's stalk Bauhaus across the country because we can".
Zack and Dashangel, two very good friends of mine who run the Bauhaus Archive on facebook.
With no support, it was a surprisingly long set, close to two hours. The set-list was completely bonkers: he opened with the first three tracks of Ninth before going onto a set that was two-parts old stuff to one part Bauhaus.
I don't have many pictures of Peter, unfortunately. Well, I do, but they're terrible
I mean, look at this. How can my photography be so bad it makes Peter Murphy look like that? Deary me...
Anyway, as always, Peter's voice was lovely. His band weren't as tight as they could be and there were a lot of fuck ups, to the point that Peter actually got pretty pissed off by the half-way point. He kept having them stop and restart songs and rather scowlingly changed "Cuts You Up" to "Fucks You Up". I've honestly never seen him in such an odd mood. He didn't even bother singing the last line of Ziggy Stardust. Oh and he did his brilliant "Goth stand-up" banter again. Some of the same jokes as last time, but I did quite like his American-accented take on advertising for Bauhaus: "Four men, eight feet, one band".
Typical. This was the clearest photo I took, and he's looking at the sodding guitar. *sighs*
I can't really say a lot more, because I've largely forgotten it (sorry), so here's a video some website did of me awkwardly talking about the gig directly after it.
I had no idea what to say.
Yes I know...
I'm lazy. Sorry internet. In my defense, I have written a lot of rubbish stuff on my Triond page recently, so if you're creepily into reviews, rambly articles and excuses for me to post videos I like, knock yourself out.
For those curious as to what the fuck I have been doing with my life, I got a job but then it turned out my employers were not exactly reputable and I got fired. So now I'm running around the UK applying for more jobs than you can shake a Jobcentre at. Again. Oh and I had a birthday so I am now officially more old than I was, which is oddly depressing, but hey I got some electric cigarettes and Arkham City so it's not all bad. (Seriously though, I'm 24 now. 24. Damn.)
But anyway, this is Postpunkpixie Dust and you don't want to read about my birthday, right internet? You want pictures of pretty men covered in fake blood, weird rambling reviews of gigs, and random links. Don't lie, I know you do, I've seen the blog stats. Well never fear, all the usual nonsense is just waiting in the wings and will be posted soon. Promise. Coming soon: The return of Bloody Gorgeous! New reviews! Gig write-ups! Rants in which I go off on one about something unimportant! And... (I've been looking forward to this one) Excercise for Goths!
Well... coming soon is probably a lie. Coming...eventually.
I'm crap.
For those curious as to what the fuck I have been doing with my life, I got a job but then it turned out my employers were not exactly reputable and I got fired. So now I'm running around the UK applying for more jobs than you can shake a Jobcentre at. Again. Oh and I had a birthday so I am now officially more old than I was, which is oddly depressing, but hey I got some electric cigarettes and Arkham City so it's not all bad. (Seriously though, I'm 24 now. 24. Damn.)
But anyway, this is Postpunkpixie Dust and you don't want to read about my birthday, right internet? You want pictures of pretty men covered in fake blood, weird rambling reviews of gigs, and random links. Don't lie, I know you do, I've seen the blog stats. Well never fear, all the usual nonsense is just waiting in the wings and will be posted soon. Promise. Coming soon: The return of Bloody Gorgeous! New reviews! Gig write-ups! Rants in which I go off on one about something unimportant! And... (I've been looking forward to this one) Excercise for Goths!
Well... coming soon is probably a lie. Coming...eventually.
I'm crap.
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