archive for April 2008

I Need This Song…

posted April 18, 2008 in Music

National is a motion graphics shop that does fuckin’ crazy good shit… as is completely evident from their 2006 reel above.  Watch and enjoy their mastery.

The actual reason I’m posting this is that I have been completely mesmerized by the audio track since the first time I heard it.  I’ve probably watched the reel about 50 times now just to hear the song again and again.  I’ve been trying desperately to figure who the band is and what the song’s called, but I’ve come up completely fruitless on Google.  For some odd reason “Get up, c’mon” yields about a billion search results. I can’t quite make out the chorus — I’m sure that would clinch it if I could understand what the hell he’s singing there… “Rev and rock”? “Raisin rock”?  I have no idea.

Anyways, it’s a killer track and I don’t mind listening to the 2 minute trimmed down version but it’d be nice to find the whole thing and be able to actually support the band.

All Hail Banksy

posted April 15, 2008 in Art / Thoughts / Wow

You can’t call this graffiti — the brilliant Banksy is back at it with his boldest piece of work yet:

The secretive graffiti artist managed to erect three storeys of scaffolding behind a security fence despite being watched by a CCTV camera.

Then, during darkness and hidden behind a sheet of polythene, he painted this comment on ‘Big Brother’ society.

It’s stuff like this that has earned him one of the world’s most prestigious online honours: being included in the list of bookmarks on this blog. See? Over there on the right… he earned that.

UFC Has Taught Me Much…

posted April 7, 2008 in Thoughts

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I admit it. For a long time I’ve joked that UFC is latently homosexual but recently I’ve realized that I was totally wrong. There’s nothing latent about it. Let’s take a closer look at this sport — two half-naked young men Nair-ed from head to toe (including armpits) in peak physical condition that wrestle in such a manly way that they undoubtedly end up in some variation of the missionary position… which is usually the point in the fight when they both run out of energy and just cuddle (er… tussle) while lying down on the mat for a while.

Brokeback boxing? Nothing gay about that!