Sat, 24 March 2012
The Procast is so called because this week has been an awfy professional one. The third Meursault album is approaching, and because there are publishers, managers, bookers and all sorts involved in this one we had to have a Serious Meeting about it and make sure the planning was all being done properly. 01. John Knox Sex Club - Above Us the Waves (00.17) |
Mon, 19 March 2012
After last year's relatively sensible podcast (I think the BBC cameras scared us into some degree of sensibleness), this years is far, far less sensible. I'm not sure if this is a good thing or a bad thing, but it's probably a little more honest. This time around, as well as the more usual suspects of Messrs. Galloway, Reid, Thomas and myself, we are joined by The Two Jamies: Webster who manages Three Blind Wolves and Gilmour who manages We Were Promised Jetpacks. This is helpful because instead of drunken fuckwits gabbling at one another, we actually have some proper insight from people who have brought bands out to SXSW and have something useful to add. And for the rest of it me, Vic, Peej and Stuart just take the piss out of one another. So umm... well, you have to take the rough with the smooth I suppose. 01. Grave Babies - Nightmare (00.21) |
Sun, 11 March 2012
The Airconcast? Yes, because I am recording this in our hotel room in Austin, surrounded by a noisy fridge and an even noisier air-conditioning unit. It was so loud I actually turned it off during the recording, but the room then quickly became uncomfortably stuffy, so this podcast was recorded with me sitting in my pants in a slightly uncomfortable sweat - picture that if you will. 01. Trogons - Solo Amor (00.10) |
Sat, 3 March 2012
I honestly thought I was done with politics. Watching us commit genocide in Iraq despite the protests across the entire country, and then watching the Lib Dems spinelessly capitulate to the rapacious, craven Tory lizards once they got their little sniff of power just sickened me. Right, I thought, I am done with this shit, it is just a gigantic waste of everyone's time. However, the Tories haven't just been shit, they've been a repellent disgrace, governing with a sort of vindictive, cackling glee generally reserved for people in plastic armour in the Star Wars movies. Between that and the SNP deciding that forcing all minor cultural events to require a financially prohibitive and bureaucratically obstructive license, I find my simmering rage for politics to be reinvigorated. There's no fucking point voting whatsoever, but that doesn't mean you can't get stuck the fuck into these cunts. 01. Aidan John Moffat - Dear Donald (00.25) |
