Matthew Barber attempts to depress, depressing music ensues

Posted on July 12, 2008

I tried thinking of something to write where I could make fun of Toronto musician, Matthew Barber — and I couldn’t because I realized I was just too fucking depressed listening to this album to be able to crack any kind of wise. Well, it’s either that or I also once overheard some scientists down the hall saying something about this “fact” that after mixing some old lady’s prescriptions, cheap rave drugs, and Escobar’s Imports that you may feel severe detachment and depression the following day. So there’s that. I’m still betting on this guy though, since there’s no way they could possibly prove that.  When I replay this thing later whilst under a bottle of bourbon, and back on top of a Columbian Snowbank I may be able to make fun of this guy yet!

Easily Bruised & Our Voices, by Matthew Barber

Here’s to hoping,
Edward H.

80’s for the 00’s, The Mary Onettes

Posted on July 5, 2008

So a group of foreigners decided to get together in 2000 and form a band that sounds like the British accented, murmuring, keyboard-board playing, facts of life singing, 80’s bands of yesteryear (all going on while they were just barely old enough to watch the actual Facts of Life). Now what you’ve got is a Swedish throwback to the glory days of women with too much hairspray, plastic hoop earrings, red lipstick, cocaine residue on their noses, and sex in back rooms surrounded by neon lights. Actually, this all sounds suspiciously familiar — maybe I’m not thinking about the 80’s at all, but instead: That Hooker From This Afternoon. Well anyhow, perhaps they’re just more like New Order, Joy Division, Echo & The Bunnymen. Good thing I don’t write for any publication that actually cares what you say or how you sound when trying to be in-the-know on any given subject. Go boobies!

Still, by The Mary Onettes

I don’t know anything about the 80’s either, I was too busy learning to pee,
Edward H.

Dirt Nasty, 1980, Cocaine, G-Strings, Cocaine

Posted on June 25, 2008

White rapper (and most definitely holder of other part time jobs) Dirt Nasty rollerskates his way through a costly pile of the booger sugar (Columbian cold and flu medicine, the Devil’s dandruff, a South American snowbank) to present you, The People, with his idea of what the 1980’s were like. A time when he was no doubt off playing with GI Joe figures, sniffing Mr. Sketch markers, and catching cooties — all making up for lost time now by instead playing with female figures, sniffing Mr. Escobar’s income, and catching STDs.

Thank God to the internet and quirky white rap music for popularizing cocaine, objectifying women, and … objectifying women!

MP3: 1980, by Dirt Nasty. Or view the video below:

With love and rum,
Edward H.

With Love & Rum. Alcoholics: Anonymously.