Dinosaurs are alive, just Red with Hunger

It's Friday and if you translate the word Friday into Dinosaur descripto-goodness you are left with a sweet sweet treat of an explanation. Friday = New Music day, and new music day today equals a couple of amazing tracks by a couple of up and coming artists. I want to get you started with the Last Dinosaurs new track Honolulu, so sit back, maybe make a Tea and bake a croissant and just listen to this delicious track.

Now if when listening to this you didn't get that awesome little head wobble you always get when you hear something that tickles your nose, the sole of your foot, the tea leaves in your cup and makes you want to dance to scratch the itch, then perhaps I have grossly misjudged the kind of music that makes you smile. However, I highly doubt you don't have that little head wobble... if you look at yourself in the mirror right now this is what you will see. The track is just a tiny piece of evidence that not only did dinosaurs exist, they still do and they create some lovely music, all the while excluding samples of their own shreiking voices... something the makers of Jurassic Park could learn from when they make the long awaited sequel to JP3.

Now while you have that head all wobbly bobbly I think this track is a nice follow up, as it has a similar formula and in typical indie pop style the combination of unique voice and catchy, dancy guitar riff makes your music loving soul just skip from side-to-side 1950's style.

Red Riders, the Sydney bunch not to be confused with Melbournes Little Red who are also a favourite, just have a great knack for finding the kind of rhythm that makes your t-shirt want to be drenched in rockin sweat and your hair to smell of festival from the awesome bopping anticipation and allows you to enjoy each beat without actually thinking too hard about what you are listening to. So grab a partner and get bopping!

Now, after all this talking you must be hungry? Gozlem Facecake? Pancetta pyjamas? Whatever tickles your fancy, these guys will get you through the feast. Check Hungry Kids of Hungary's tracks Set It Right and Let You Down below, and I am sure you will agree the kind of meal these kids produce is one of absolute quality. I can't imagine them having many leftovers after their guests are done consuming the many intricate delicacies on offer.

Now my lovely peeps, I guess all this eating has made me sleepy, so I am going to trek down the road to my farewell drinks for work so until next time you crazy, kanoodling cadets have a great night of the nerks! I Hope. You Get A Kick Out Of This!

LOOK AT ALL THOSE CONTROLS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Girls rolling in flowers + New Judge YAY!

So my pretty's, how are we on this fine summer evening? Average you say? Well, expect that average to get a sweet kick up the old bee sting and be turned from an average tO SOMETHING A LITTLE BIT BETTER!... LIKE ABOVE AVERAGE... or something.... sorry for getting too excited...

So I have the flu.... Don't worry, you can't catch it by reading about it. I would never put you at risk like that, I mean without you guys, what have I got? The flu, that's what. Bet anyway as a result of said flu and his deadly masked flunkies, I spent most of my weekend on the couch... YAY!!! WOOO!!! YowZAAA! Yes that's correct these are all words you would use to describe a weekend of illness right? guess not but get excited because I at least listened to some sweet sweet musaic and went on a killer journey I wish to share with you like cake at a birthday party!

SO I started by listening to some little red because I thought their groovel-mc-50-rockin-awesomeness would wipe that sniffle from my nose, oh but to no avail. This was followed by a walk down the alley of the universe with The Mars Volta, thinking their synchopated rhythms and sweet sweet solo's would shock the bad out of my system, not to mention their super-creppy-uber-awesome-freakadelic video... Ohh the humanity, once again I face failure.... I thought all was lost when not even the the beautifully simple live recording of Ben Harper and Jack Johnson on local radio in the states bounced away from my ears as though it was allergic to my presence. The world of musical goodness avoiding me like a shy boy to the girl of his dreams. All she wants? His affection yet all he knows to give is harsh words, harsher actions and ignorance. I feel lost and divided.



I enter the Merriweather Post Pavilion. The crowd rise, the stands face near destruction from the thudding feet of my senses running intently up and down in anticipation as the mystic sounds of In The Flowers build, diminish, build, diminish then eventually speak to me in a near alien like voice. The repetition, then sudden explosion of mysterious beauty forcing my mind to voyage far, far away on the ship that is Animal Collective and be lead toward a climax of near silence and a farewell message from those visiting and frolicking in the pasture.

My body and mind have felt the relief required to ensure this flu does not stick like honey to a bee and promises light into the otherwise gloomy day that has been bestowed upon me. This light comes in the form of the next giant leap into this wild animal collective, this untamed beast hoard, this musical voyage taking control of my mind and soul. My Girls have arrived and they feel like taking me on a trip. At the end, they tell me, I will be at least 50% better than a frog in a pond. I agree to join them, and I can now tell you, no need to pack for this as they have everything you need. This album has saved me on this flu ridden day, and I am sure can save many more purple people eaters if called upon. The ease with which it sways me side-to-side, then throws me down the rabbit hole into the world unknown yet doesn't allow me to hit the ground, protecting me from the unknowns harshness.

What a trip this has been. Thank you.

Now, a moon and sun later and this young admiral is in the need of letting peeps know about it, so I hope your trip to visit me has yielded dividends and allowed you to trek deep inside the flu ridden mind of a music loving child. Speaking of music lovers, should I not mention our lovely new Judge, Mia Mcleod? With such a claim to fame as boogie-woogie-rockin it with JK? Dude, you can judge me all you like, actually you could even call me names and I would think you are awesome just for having done that. However, if I ever meet you I will request you show me the moves you taught him, and vice-versa as I think you must have some sweet dancing shoes on you to achieve such a feat! Canned heat perhaps?

Anyways my lovelys this birds gotta fly, and also has to listen to some sweet sweet music. I know it is only a shortie tonight, but some short stories are my favourite, just look at what happened with Where The Wild Things Are. Later rabbit head wearing, bicycle riding, red-riding-hood loving awesome peepety peeps. Yeow!