My Mindless Self Indulgence. (I Just Can’t Stop the Puns.)

So this post is a semi-apology for my Bam Margera is a Cunt, Version 2.0 post. I was tweaking out, I admit it. I’m not taking it down because I think it’s hilarious, but I figure I should probably put up some more music posts before I rant like that again.

Quick Background 

Mindless Self Indulgence (MSI) is an acid punk band from New York City self described as “industrial jungle pussy punk.” The line up contains four current members:

 

Jimmy Urine- Vocals/Electronics

Steve Righ?- guitar/Vocals

Lyn Z- Bass

Kitty- Drums

They currently have five albums and two EPs:

            Mindless Self-Indulgence (1995)

            Tight (1999)

            Frankenstein Girls Will Seem Strangely Sexy (2000)

            Alienating Our Audience (2002)

            You’ll Rebel to Anything (2005)

Despierta Los Niños (EP, 2003)

Another Mindless Rip off (EP, 2006)

I love Mindless Self Indulgence

Reasons

1. They put on a fantastic live show. Jimmy Urine’s antics are generally they focal point.
2. As usual, they are offensive, so I adore them.
3. Nothing is sacred. Child molestation, sexuality, race, masturbation, violence, or suicide.
4. They make fun of their fans and are loved for it. Who the hell gets away with that? MSI.
5. You’ll Rebel to Anything is one of the best albums I’ve ever listened to, and it’s basic message is that the real punk scene is being destroyed by young kids who use it as a way to be unique or get attention. Thank you, Jimmy.
6. The band went out of their way not to be noticed. They played with and as openers for some very popular bands and still managed not to gather deserved acclaim.
7. That band will stay after a set for HOURS to make sure every fan that wants a picture or autograph gets one.
8. As usual, they don’t take themselves too seriously, so I adore them. There are literally songs by MSI saying the majority of their music is a joke.
9. Both Jimmy Urine and Steve Righ? have very wide vocal ranges.
10. They draw influence from a varied group of musical genres including punk, rap, hip-hop and comedy rock.

 

Here’s where the bitching starts:

Projekt Revolution? What? Are you serious? MSI has played in some big festivals before, but that’s just the thing. They were festivals. Not really shitty tours. Okay, okay. I concede, they did Give It a Name over in Europe. But I don’t live over there so I don’t have to deal with obnoxious European fans. Just obnoxious American ones. So much for them going out of their way to stay underground.

The time I saw them live didn’t last nearly long enough. I could have stayed at that show until seven in the morning and I’d still think it ended too soon.

I saw them in July. It got really disgustingly pass out hot. I threw my shirt at Jimmy. He kept it. That’s not really bitching, that’s me being a dork.

Other than that, I haven’t really got a lot. Check out their videos. Buy an album or five. See a show. If you’re planning on going to Projekt Revolution, then check them out. You’ll regret it if you don’t.

Bam Margera is a Cunt, Version 2.0

http://www.myspace.com/artistonartist Edit: This link no longer leads to the interview and I’m having trouble finding the stupid thing on Myspace (because that’s a terrible website.) When and if I find it, I’ll change the link!

This? Is the most horrifying fucking thing I have ever seen in my ENTIRE LIFE! Bam Margera and Iggy Pop? I am having the worst day ever and this SERIOUSLY made me cry. I can’t even stand to listen to it. This is horrid. To see a punk rock icon like Iggy Pop take a fucking washed up fat disgusting greasy gremlin cunt like Bam Margera seriously is one of the most awful things I have ever seen in my entire life.

It’s fucking sad that I’m fucking jealous of Bam Margera for being friends with fucking Iggy Pop. He’s a disgusting bastard and I wish he would just GO AWAY. Shut the fuck up and stop trying to be cool. He’s so FUCKING bullshit. Fucking typical fat fucking American rich sonofabitch. Talentless FUCKING hack that just needs a fucking swift kick in the ass and a fucking reality check.

“It’s kinda all about the image.”

HOW CAN YOU STAND YOURSELF, BAM FUCKING MARGERA?! Do you fucking listen to yourself talk?! Do you look in the FUCKING MIRROR? No shit it’s all about your image! If mildly retarded teenage girls didn’t think you’re “like, soooooo totally hot,” WHERE THE HELL BE? POOR, LOWER CLASS, HIGH SCHOOL DROPOUT TRAILER TRASH! THAT’S WHERE YOU WOULD FUCKING BE! Uneducated, ungrateful, fucking fame whore! I may be ridiculous for being this fucking angry about this shit, but I don’t fucking care. It’s fucking bullshit like this that makes me so angry about the music world at large.

GET A CLUE! BAM IS NOT COOL! BAM IS NOT TALENTED! BAM IS NOT A ROLE MODEL! BAM IS NOT A MUSICIAN! BAM IS NOT A LEGITIMATE MEMBER OF THE MUSICAL COMMUNITY! BAM IS NOT MUSICALLY INCLINED! BAM IS A FUCKING SELLOUT! BAM MARGERA IS A FUCKING CUNT!

It’s so stupid that he even has fans. Just STUPID. I can’t even wrap my mind around it. I don’t understand those people! How could you listen to that fuckwit talk and say “Oh yeah, that makes sense! He’s cool!”

I adore Steve-O because he’s just balls to the wall, all the time.

I adore Johnny Knoxville because he’s a legitimate actor. He makes movies besides Jackass. (Granted, they’re not Oscar winners, but he’s funny.)

I adore Pontius because he can actually play a guitar and makes decent music.

I adore Ehren, Dave, and WeeMan because they know when to shut the FUCK up.

I despise Bam fucking Margera because he can’t accomplish ANY of these things.

Take the make up off and SHUT UP.

Stop trying to be Ville Valo. You’re not, okay? You’re not! Take off the scarf and the rosary beads and the nail polish and just STOP.

No one wants to hear from you anymore. Give up! You’re fat and washed up at twenty seven, okay? Accept it.

Can you believe I share my birthday with that cunt? And I can’t get that shit legally changed.

The Original Dropkick Murphys: The Pogues.

Quick Background

The Pogues are a traditional Irish Folk band with heavy Brit punk influence, founded in 1982. The original line up disbanded in 1991 when singer/songwriter Shane MacGown left the band. The other members continued until 1996 when the band officially announced a break up, but reformed in 2001. Currently, the line up includes eight members.

Shane MacGowane: vocals

James Fearnley: accordion
Spider Stacy: backup vocals, beer tray, tin whistle, and lead vocals in MacGown’s absence.
Jeremy ‘Jem’ Finer: banjo, guitar.
Andrew Ranken: drums
Phil Chevron: banjo, guitar

Terry Woods: mandolin, cittern
Darryl Hunt: bass

The Pogues’ discography includes sixteen (yes, sixteen) albums, EPs, and collections:

Red Roses for me (1984)

Rum, Sodomy, and the Lash (1985)

Poguetry in Motion (EP, 1986)

If I should Fall from Grace with God (1988)

Peace and Love (1989)

Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah (EP, 1990)

Hell’s Ditch (1990)

The Best of the Pogues (1991)

The Rest of the Best (1992)

Waiting for Herb (1993)

Pogue Mahone (1996)

The Very Best of the Pogues (2001)

Streams of Whiskey: Liven in Leysin, Switzerland 1991 (2002)

The Ultimate Collection including Live at the Brixton Academy 2001 (2005)

Dirty Old Town: The Platinum Collection (2005)

The Pogues Ultimate Collection of Songs to Listen To (2007-2008)

I love The Pogues.

Reasons

1. They were a stalwart of rockin Irish folk/British punk throughout the 80’s disgustingness of hair/glam ‘metal.’ (I’m not saying they were the only one. They weren’t. But they were important.)
2. The invented Celtic punk, fusing two very different styles of music together.
3. The presented traditional music to a young audience. And their young audience loved it.
4. Politically tinged lyrics without being preachy or obnoxious.
5. They use traditional Irish instruments, such as the tin whistle, as well as an accordion in their music. And it’s awesome.
6. Not all of their songs are have to be about something. Some of them are just fun. (This is an important aspect of music, to me. If you can’t have fun, or you take yourself too seriously, you’ll never survive.)
7. They struggled through the erratic behavior of their lead singer/songwriter and were able to show that they could be a band without him.
8. They also managed to close the rift with said singer/songwriter and brought him back to the band.
9. They didn’t immediately record a shitty album after they got back together in order to promote their reunion or to show “Hey, we’ve still got it!”
10. Their sound is infectious and you don’t have to be Irish to enjoy it. (I am, partly, but that’s not the point.)

Here’s where the bitching starts:

All right kids, I broke out the CD player for this one. My computer hard drive is way too full to house all my music on it, which includes eight Pogues albums. That’s how much I love the Pogues.

If you’re a Dropkick Murphys’ fan (and I am) and you haven’t heard of the Pogues, you’re not a Dropkick Murphys’ fan. You’re a fuckstick. There would be no Dropkick Murphys without the influence of the Pogues.

Voted one of the Top Fifty Bands to See Before You Die, by Q Magazine, I haven’t seen them yet. And I don’t see them coming to visit the east coast anytime soon. If they do, I will be there.

Because the band broke up for a time, and they were most popular back in the 80’s, older people don’t respect my thoughts and opinions about them. This statement also goes for The Doors, The Clash, The Rolling Stones, Aerosmith, The Who, Pink Floyd, Steppenwolf, The Band, The Beatles, Bob Dylan, Elvis, Iggy Pop, The Stooges, Hanoi Rocks, Queen, Van Morrison, Johnny Cash, Stevie Ray Vaughn, Janis Joplin, Jimi Hendrix, The Misfits, Led Zeppelin, etc, etc, etc. Just because I’m younger than you doesn’t mean my opinion isn’t valid. In fact, I probably know more about what I’m talking about than you. So shove it. Lardass.

On the plus side, because the band broke up for a time and were popular back in the 80’s, there aren’t a bunch of little idiots running around, extolling their music.

You don’t have to be Irish to appreciate and love The Pogues. It’s cultural music blended with punk to make it relevant to all cultures, not just the Irish.

So, Dropkick Murphys’ fans, pick up a Pogues album, so next time someone like me asks if you’ve heard of them, you won’t say “Who are The Pogues? Are they like, new?”

Naive Appeal, The Kooks. (Oh, Bad Pun.)

Quick Background:

The Kooks are an indie band from Brighton, England. Currently, the band is composed of four members.

Luke Pritchard: vocals and guitar

Hugh Harris: back up vocals and guitar

Max Rafferty: bass

Paul Garred: drums

Their debut album, Inside In/Inside Out, was released in October of 2006.

I love The Kooks

Reasons:

1. They have fun and don’t take themselves to seriously.
2. They can be light and still have meaning to their songs without being preachy.
3. They’re an easy listen. You can put on The Kooks and just chill, mellow out.
4. There’s something in their sound for everyone, it varies from song to song.
5. The Kooks are blast the radio in your car friendly.
6. Since it’s the summer, they are the perfect beach/summer band
7. They’re sexual without being obnoxiously crude. There’s funny obnoxiously crude (See The Bloodhound Gang) and then there’s OBNOXIOUS obnoxiously crude. (See Nickelback.) And then there’s just giggle-worthy sexual that you smile at and shake your head to the beat. And therein lay The Kooks.
8. Accents rock.
9. The guitar in their songs just gets me. It’s perky. A girl gets tired of deep, melancholy and/or thrumming sometimes.
10. Mostly it’s just the accents. I’m not gonna lie. I have the ability to be shallow.

Here’s where the bitching starts:

I haven’t been able to see them in concert yet, which is enormously disappointing. It’s such a good concert summer around here, and yet the Kooks have not made an appearance. Where are you, boys?! Come and visit.

Naïve is overplayed. The first time I heard it on the radio, I squealed and went “OH, NAÏVE! LOVE THE KOOKS!” and blasted it.

The thirtieth time I heard it, I went “Jesus, I won’t be able to listen to this on album anymore.”

I am however, glad that they’re getting some exposure. The Kooks aren’t a band that would mainstream and make me irritated. Their first album was a hit, so it’s only natural that they be big. Their sound has a broad appeal and even hardened metal/punk/oddity lovers such as myself enjoy them. They were never an underground with a dedicated following, instead right off the bat they were signed to Virgin Records. You know a pop/indie band is good when they’re just rockin’ enough for me to enjoy them but still fluffy enough for everyone else to enjoy them as well. The boys from Brighton rock, so pick up the album. Inside In/Inside Out.

Plus, like I said? Not gonna lie, the accents are a big bit of their likeability. Great lyrics just sound better when there’s an accent involved. It gives the words a different lilt that allows for language that shouldn’t sound good together to mesh perfectly.

And also the song She Moves In Her Own Way has maraca on it, and you can’t use maraca in a song and not be totally fucking awesome. The Kooks make me smile.