I had a ludicrously awesome time last night at Abbe May’s LP launch. MC’ing comes pretty naturally to me and the backstage area was STUPID AWESOME, so it was a bit like a house party where one of the rooms happened to be a stage with about 700 people in front of it that I got to have a chat to every so often. I dressed in my new cloak (which smells of putrid community theatre backstage areas and dead nannas) and rocked out a vampire look. Photos soon.
Her record, if you haven’t heard, is amazing. It’s got the glammy stomp and occasional divesions into psychadelia that I love about T-Rex, soft and sexy girl-crooning and a serious case of the bluuuues. (Good blues.) In their best moments, the band sound like they have stumbled on something simultaneously very dumb and totally ingeonous, which is what good rock music should do methinks.
Anyway, it’s a great album; this is the second single off it, which features Perth spoken word guru Dosh Luckwell as some kind of wierd dust-throwing shaman, who last week was responsible for a mega-highlight of my single launch, doing a drag striptease to Tom Jones’ She’s A Lady.
The highlight of my night last night was an impromptu freakout with Rex Monsoon; I was acting as hype man for his DJ set and he’d planned to drop Enya’s Orinoco Flow as the cue song for the lighting guys to set the stage for Ms. May’s set. As he pressed play and I mentioned it was time to prepare for the headliner, the sound guy came up and told me they needed another song to prepare. So, we were standing behind DJ decks, playing Orinoco Flow to a rock audience for no real reason. So I kicked into stadium-techno MC mode and got my Prodigy on, “rapping” (quotation marks indicate badness) and hyping the track up as hard as I could. I hope it was amusing. It’s hard to tell in a venue like The Astor. Regardless, it was five of the most fun minutes of my life.
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I love being Tomás Ford.
But onto other things now. My longtime gigging buddies in the Voltaire Twins are also unleashing their new single Animalia and it’s killer. More of a late night sway-er than a dancefloor killer, it’s got that whole wistful, sparkly electro thing going on that all the kids love at the moment but with the added bonus of some really interesting synth programming (the offbeat percussive, wierd arpeggiated, delay-ey textural synth stuff that comes in halfway through makes me feel very positive emotions) and the kind of sound where you can tell they’ve built up their synth chops through years of gigs and releases. I dig it. Anyway, enough adjectives, it’s streaming here:










