Monthly Archives: August 2009

Interview Project #11: Super Extra Bonus Party


Super Extra Bonus Party are a band from Newbridge, County Kildare. Their first, self-titled album was released in 2007, a selection box of sounds cribbed from jazz, ambient music, electronica, indie rock, alt hip hop and more. It won the Choice Music Prize in 2008. Clumps of shit hit nearby fans on the comments sections of certain blogs, but in retrospect the SEBP album has no difficulty fighting its corner as one of the best of the last half-decade, never mind that year alone. This year, maintaining the selection box vibe and enlisting the help of such luminaries as MayKay (Fight Like Apes), Heathers and Cadence Weapon, they released a follow-up, Night Horses. Super Extra Bonus Party are, in the best way, using every piece of musical inspiration available to create something genuinely eclectic.

Super Extra Bonus Party feat. Cadence Weapon – Radar Super Extra Bonus Party feat. Captain Moonlight and White Noise – Tea With Lord Haw Haw

Q 0.5 How are you?

Fat and glistening.

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I want everybody to describe the walls of their teenage bedroom.


Deerhunter played Whelans last night. I suppose, if yours was a generally systemic view of history, you’d say that this is because Deerhunter always play in Ireland. It’s just what they do, like cats eat mice and clouds appear on August days in Dublin. Up until yesterday, in fact, I wouldn’t have even counted myself among the ranks of Deerhunter listeners, and I’d still seen them live before.

I wasn’t a fan the last time I saw them, rendered conventional by High Places on one side of them and Dan Deacon on the other at Foggy Fest 2008. However, (and I suppose this some sort of testament to the fact that if you just tour all the time you will eventually grow your fanbase) the combination of People of Discerning Taste continuing to like them, the fact that I haven’t seen enough live music this summer and the presence of Angkorwat in support led me to part with seventeen euro and go see the Indie Rock Musician You Would Least Like To Be Stranded On A Desert Island With perform.

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Book Report #1: Infinite Jest


Name: Karl
Date: 19th August 2009

Title:: Infinite Jest
Author: David Foster Wallace

Setting: Enfield Tennis Academy, a junior tennis academy situated on top of a hill in a fictional Boston neighbourhood. Also, Ennet House, an addiction recovery centre in the same neighbourhood. Various other locations feature. When exactly the action takes place is ambiguous because years Anno Domini have been replaced by commercially-subsidised year names, but it is roughly now, as written from the mid-1990s.

Characters: Hal Incandenza, a strong junior tennis prospect. Mario Incandenza, his crippled brother. Avril Incandenza, his OCD-crippled mother. Orin Incandenza, his estranged brother and punter of the Arizona Cardinals. James O. Incandenza, his deceased avant-garde filmmaker father. Don Gately, a recovering opiate addict and counsellor. Joelle van Dyne, a veiled former actress. Remy Marathe, Québecois insurgent and paraplegic. Poor Tony, a drag queen. Michael Pemulis, drug aficionado, maths whizz and teen. Many more.

Problem/Conflict: Americans can’t say no to things they like, even if it’s detrimental to their overall weal.

Main Events:: Hal gradually descends into existential paralysis. Don Gately carries out the duties of Resident at an addiction recovery centre. Remy Marathe considers the nature of greater good. Orin Incandenza has sex with young single mothers. There are rumours of the existence of a film so entertaining that it turns people into vegetables.

Conclusion: There is no conclusion. The end sends you back to the start. I have a feeling that this loop would continue ad infinitum if you let it.

Did you like the book?: Infinite Jest is probably the most completely engulfing thing I’ve ever read. 980 pages are not even close to enough to deal with what’s going on in the world DFW created. 2009 started with the sweeping choice of a new favourite ever album, so I don’t want it to continue with a sweeping choice of a new favourite ever book, but it’s hard to think of a book that could be read straight after Infinite Jest and not be dwarfed by it completely. It’s loads of fun too, for such a weighty tome.

Interview Project #10: Dublin Duck Dispensary


Dublin Duck Dispensary is Bobby Aherne, an off-kilter worldview and access to home recording. He’s been making lo-fi pop spanning the spectrum from Danielson-esque to Blood Visionary for a few years now, but 2008’s acupofteaandasliceofcake on Rack and Ruin Records is the first the world at large/anyone who knew him heard of him. Since then there’s been plenty: Luanqibazao, He Do The Police In Different Voices EP, the Yykes Basket 3″ and most recently the Antique Beach Resort tape. Last month saw a review in the Wire, but the last word on DDD remains Hot Press’ Jackie Hayden’s: “self-conscious smartarse indie pop-rock from somebody trying hard to come on like a really mad bastard…”
(Bobby’s also a friend and I play live with him, so you know.)

Dublin Duck Dispensary – Shoot The Curl
Dublin Duck Dispensary – Zoo On Yr Back [exclusive – from Antique Beach Resort cassette]


Q 0.5 How are you?

Nevermind me… how are YOU? Welcome to my crib. Wipe your feet, sit down and relax. And don’t worry… I always dress like this.

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The Decade’s Defining Albums


Hey, guess what? It’s another copy-cat post. Gorilla vs. Bear made an elegant and understated post about their 20 favourite albums of the decade. They had Person Pitch at number one, which is not that unexpected and totally within the realms of acceptability given that it is a sort of unifying record for a certain type of music listener, and influential to boot. But I don’t think Person Pitch is the best album of the last decade. I can name two albums Panda Bear played on that are better than Person Pitch, in my mind.

I had the arguments about this in real life, and I’ll have more. But I have a blog, so why not do my own post? Much like GvsB’s list, this is not so much a pure, personal preference-based thing, and neither is it a hewn-in-stone “most influential” canon-type thing.

It’s a mix. The albums that defined the decade for me, the albums I listened to on repeat and the albums that were always on at parties. The albums I queued to buy when they came out, and the albums that I found through friends, and found friends through. There are 25. Here they are:

1. Animal Collective – Merriweather Post Pavillion (review)
2. Of Montreal – Hissing Fauna, Are You The Destroyer? (review)
3. Wolf Parade – Apologies to the Queen Mary
4. Arcade Fire – Funeral
5. Radiohead – Hail to the Thief
6. LCD Soundsystem – LCD Soundsystem
7. Radiohead – Kid A
8. Animal Collective -Strawberry Jam (review)
9. Jay-Z – The Black Album
10. Interpol – Antics
11. Vampire Weekend – Vampire Weekend (review)
12. Panda Bear – Person Pitch (review)
13. The Strokes – Is This It?
14. Grizzly Bear – Yellow House
15. Battles – Mirrorred (review)
16. Beirut – Gulag Orkestar
17. The White Stripes – Elephant
18. MIA – Kala
19. Xiu Xiu – Fabulous Muscles
20. Radiohead – In Rainbows (review)
21. Animal Collective – Feels
22. Broken Social Scene – You Forgot It In People
23. Liars – Drum’s Not Dead
24. Postal Service – Give Up
25. Deerhoof – Milk Man

Exchange Dublin’s first general assembly was today…

I didn’t go because a) I thought it was on tomorrow, because the Audio ones are on Sundays and b) because I was working in a non-collective, heartily for-profit shop all day. I hope other people went though. Everyone should go because of this word equation:

People interested in good things + the Exchange meetings = good things happening in the Exchange.

Literally as simple as that. Still full of hope about this thing. Anyway, seeing as I missed it, here’s a poem by Simon Armitage called ‘It Ain’t What You Do It’s What It Does To You’.

I have not bummed across America
with only a dollar to spare, one pair
of busted Levi’s and a bowie knife.
I have lived with thieves in Manchester.

I have not padded through the Taj Mahal,
barefoot, listening to the space between
each footfall picking up and putting down
its print against the marble floor. But I

skimmed flat stones across Black Moss on a day
so still I could hear each set of ripples
as they crossed. I felt each stone’s inertia
spend itself against the water; then sink.

I have not toyed with a parachute cord
while perched on the lip of a light-aircraft;
but I held the wobbly head of a boy
at the day centre, and stroked his fat hands.

And I guess that the tightness in the throat
and the tiny cascading sensation
somewhere inside us are both part of that
sense of something else. That feeling, I mean.

Archive: Stephen Malkmus interview, 2008


This is the direct transcript of a twenty-six minute conversation I had with Stephen Malkmus in June 2008. It was for an Analogue piece, and you can read the polished, non-Q&A format version at the Analogue site. Alternately, if you hoard magazines as much as I do and you passed by a magazine rack in August 08, you could seek out your physical copy of Issue 4, with Times New Viking on the cover.

The reason I’m posting this, as well as just for the sake of posting something, is that it’s probably my favourite interview I’ve done, along with Vampire Weekend. Not necessarily that it’s a great interview or anything. Just that hanging out and talking about music with the guy who wrote some of the best albums ever is about the best way imaginable to spend an evening.

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