THE COBRA SNAKE IS A SCIENTOLOGIST

I'm quite sure he'll be there preaching about the merits of alien invasions and the joys of sex with underage girls. Plus there is free alcohol. 

And you love being in his photos more than you like pretending you're friends with a guy who puts cups in a fence; or a really badly dressed 2010ian who designed some accessories that will be heinous no matter how fashiiiiiiiooooooonable you claim to be. 

RENOUNCE BITCHES

DO NOT WANT

(Robert Bolesta)

I LOVE VEGETABLES YO

BACK FOR LASHES

Lately I've been finding myself siding with the British "'oyy 'ATE indeh mewzick" army."

This is probably a result of music blog over-saturation with the usual indie-rock bullshit, which I have decided, I just don't really like? It's background music with no soul.
I am completely aware I may be gunned down by neighbouring Surry Hillians for publicly describing the foul residue the popularly-unobtrusive genre has left ringing in my ears, but at least I have badass motherfuckers on my side.


Comrade #1: Jay-Z

Gangsta versus Guitars:
Noel Gallagher starts it: “Sorry, but Jay-Z, I’m not f***ing having him at Glastonbury.”
Jay-Z goes on to headline Glastonbury, despite Oasis apparently owning/running the festival, and enters stage right, contemptuously miming Wonderwall while strumming a guitar.

“My name is Jay-Z and I’m pretty fucking awesome.”

Watch:




Comrade #2: Johnny Rotten

Following on from earlier anti-Coldplay sentiment, I probably seem like I'm hating a lot more than I actually am. But fuck it, it's only Coldplay.
One of the best quotes of last week, found on Vulture:

"I met them a few years ago, said hello and realised they were just men in anoraks. They looked like a gang of little poncey masturbators." —Johnny Rotten, on Chris Martin, et. al.


Comrades #3: At The Drive-In

Bonus vintage Coldplay haterade. Further proof that ATD-I are the one of the most influential bands of whatever you want to call circa that point in time?
"This one's for Coldplay. COLD-PLAY"

AND ON THE FOURTH DAY THERE WAS DEATH TO HIM AND ALL HIS FRIENDS

Thank God for Hypemachine's 3 day rule:

Viva La Vida and the rest of the questionable "epic record" released by a band fronted by the guy who married a boring woman who Brad Pitt rejected, is finally off the list. 

Until the next 10000000 d-bags blog about the best record of all time that should have sold the most copies of anything ever sold.

Fuck oath LIL WAYNE. 

Pic from Vulture

I probably wouldn't listen to your album either 

...but at least your rhymes and ink on yo face 

put the universally acceptable Coldplay in their place.

BREATHE IN BREATHE OUT

...YOU ARE THE FIRE BURNING DEEP INSIDE OF ME
YOU ARE MY PASSION FOR LIFE




Possibly the best thing to be scanned into a computer, ever.

SHOCK ME SHOCK ME WITH YOUR DEVIANT BEHAVIOUR

Generally speaking, nothing to me is too risque. It would appear that, most of the time, I have an iron-clad/zero conscience. 

Congratulations Tom/Terry via Ash.. you just raised my eyebrows AND the bar another notch higher on the "you're gonna have to do better than that" scale of taboo creations. 

All naked women/coitus aside, Mr Ford and Mr Richardson's collab is pretty spectacular... especially considering Terryworld was getting a bit repetitive. 

WANTED: Attractive male to recreate this shoot. B.Y.O.C. And no, the C stands for 'couture', not 'condom'. KTHXBYE.