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Melanie Fiona Will Have Her Time Of The Season Soon

May 8th, 2009 // 8 Comments


Yesterday Chris Molanphy and I were talking about the relative stasis of the pop charts, and the lack of any summer jam contenders right now despite the season rapidly approaching. Well, I’d like to throw one contender in there: Melanie Fiona’s “Give It To Me Right,” which is based around an admittedly undeniable sample (the pounding bass line from the Zombies’ “Time Of The Season”) but which also sails along on the strength of the Canadian singer’s pipes, and which will probably sound really great in big open gatherings. The video also gets points for having a shot of a game of solitaire–a clever nod to the lyrics in which Melanie intimates that she can do a much better job satisfying herself than the emotional klutz at whom this song seems to be directed. [MySpace]

On The Internet, No One Knows If You’re A Dog (Or A Buckcherry Fan)

May 7th, 2009 // 4 Comments


Whether you can’t stand their Sunset Strip revivalism or have a soft spot for their music even though it seems kind of douchey, Buckcherry’s new video is kind of depressing for a group who first blew into the music scene while singing about cocaine. The clip for “Talk To Me” basically shows a bunch of people not talking to one another, but singing the song’s lyrics at one another… via Webcam. It’s like PJ Harvey’s “Man-Size,” but with 1998-era technology!


Of course, the thing about this clip is that it’s actually an accurate way of how a lot of people listen to music right now. Who among us hasn’t spent a night with iTunes and a bottle glass of wine, singing along with their favorite tunes while surfing the Web for the nugget of information that might make their data mining worth all the time they’ve spent doing it. (Some of us have, uh, even recently bought karaoke versions of songs they enjoy so as to accelerate this purpose. Cough.) Perhaps this video would be a little less of a bummer if it wasn’t so damn accurate, then.


Oh yeah, it would also be much improved if it didn’t have the three-year-old. At least she didn’t get to mouth along with the line about kissing between the thighs, right?


Buckcherry – Talk To Me [YouTube]

Ecstatic Metallica Fan Lives Dream Of Playing Bass With Band

March 31st, 2009 // 19 Comments

Jason N. of California is going to live his lifelong dream of playing with Metallica when he joins the legendary metal band for their Rock And Roll Hall Of Fame induction ceremony performance this weekend. “I’m freakin’ over the moon, man,” says the eager young fan, clearly bursting at the seams.



OK, Jason Newsted played bass with Metallica from 1986 to 2001, the height of their success. And he’s super-duper-POOPER psyched to play again for this one show. His Billboard interview is almost over-the-top in nice-guy stuff.

Going from “Aw, shucks” modesty…

I just planned on going, looking good in my suit, hanging out with my family, going up and getting the award, making a nice speech.

…to indie-rock keep-it-posi diplomacy…

My first question was, ‘How’s Robert with that? How does he feel about that? I don’t want to create any kind of negative anything. I want this all to be proper.’

…to SUPER indie-rock keep-it-WAY-posi diplomacy

I felt strongly they should go as that band and represent Metallica,” Newsted explains, “because they’re strong right now, together. Those four guys in Metallica are out there knocking the shit down, standing tall, able, prowess, chops are in order…There aren’t many times the Hall of Fame can induct a band that’s fully capable like that.

You are supposed to be in the baddest metal band in the world! Why do you have be such a sunny ball of good vibes? When did you join No Age?

Metallica Reuniting ‘Black Album’ Band For Hall Of Fame Show [Billboard]

Tony Wilson, R.I.P.

August 10th, 2007 // 15 Comments
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Anthony Howard “Tony” Wilson — the slightly off-kilter, irrepressibly passionate man, affectionately portrayed/parodied in the 2002 film 24 Hour Party People, and known to rock fans everywhere as the founder of Manchester’s Factory Records — died from complications due to kidney cancer today. He had been struggling with the disease for over a year, having one of his kidneys removed in January, undergoing chemotherapy, and attempting various forms of drug treatment. First coming to the public’s attention as a gregarious television reporter in the 1970s — a role he continued to play on and off for the next three decades — Wilson formed Factory after being blindsided by punk rock, particularly an epochal Manchester visit by the Sex Pistols in 1976. Factory was his attempt to tap into and channel the youth energy punk had unleashed, and it certainly helped that one of his first signings would turn out to be one of the most famous bands Manchester has yet produced.

Factory was, of course, the label that shepherded four young Manchester boys with a scrappy punk band named Warsaw — quickly changed to Joy Division, and later New Order — earning it a somewhat deserved reputation for dour, serious rock (and later, forward-thinking dance music) that came wrapped in high-end sleeve design. But it also championed bands as diverse as the Durutti Column, A Certain Ratio, and the Stockholm Monsters, bands that were nonetheless tied together by a certain Factory atmosphere. These acts never achieved Joy Division/New Order ‘s cultural/chart omnipresence, but they helped to cement Manchester as one of postpunk’s prime outposts in the U.K. As the label’s fortunes wobbled somewhat precariously during the mid-’80s, Factory was given a cash (and aesthetic) transfusion thanks New Order taking over club dancefloors from New York to New Delhi. The label was also buoyed by late-’80s rave culture, thanks to Wilson’s next big signing, the Happy Mondays, and the label’s own dance club, the Hacienda. (Which Wilson, ever the conceptualist, infamously gave its own Factory catalog number, one many music geeks can recite from memory.) The Hacienda became the day-glo, ecstasy-fueled epicenter of the Madchester phenomenon of rockers turning on to house and techno.

Thanks to financial mismanagement on an epic scale — owing in part to Wilson’s punk-era refusal to enforce contracts with some of his biggest bands — Factory folded in 1992 and the Hacienda closed in 1997. Wilson continued to work in TV and radio, but his Factory days had left him cash-strapped. When he was diagnosed with cancer, doctors recommended a pricey drug as a last-ditch effort — a drug that the NHS refused to pay for. Friends and former associates chipped in to defray costs, but even in the face of this charity, Wilson was dour about his prospects for the future, telling the BBC, “”This is my only real option. It is not a cure but can hold the cancer back, so I will probably be on it until I die.”

That interview took place almost exactly one month ago, and despite being “the one person in this industry who famously has never made any money,” you can only hope Wilson took some small comfort in knowing that Factory’s aesthetic legacy would outlast him. Wilson was only 57.

Anthony Wilson Dies From Cancer [BBC]

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