Lyric Inspector – Ke$ha aka Filthy Sex Robot

The creature known as Kesha is that rarest of pop birds (not a derogatory term for women – I mean winged beings of the skies) who is not preened and perfected. Not for her is the road of high maintenance, the pure glamour and glossy style of Beyonce,  nor the edgy tailored brights of Rhianna, not even the haute couture of Lady Gaga, for all this she cries No! Kesha will not be swayed by looking polished, she is who she R. She is Kesha – shambolic glittered DECONSTRUCTION. I declare her style to be filthy sex robot, like you might find stumbling around a universe created as the bastard love child of Mad Max, Terminator and Total Recall, looking for a phat industrial beat to dance the night away. The Kesha, or FSR, look is in fact a kind of re-versified genius, so she can have a good time partying it up she dresses as she would look the next morning. It’s free spirited and when you’ve brushed your teeth with JD you’re no longer pandering to ‘societys’ rules about hygiene and its obsession with outward appearance – you now have more time to focus on the important things like boys blowing up your technical goods, getting pedicures, working on your swagger and finding boys who look like Mick Jagger. She saw Derek Zoolander in the Derelict range and went nah fuck that, lets get really garbage chic!

Photo by Eva Blue

To truly appreciate and understand the Kesha we need to listen to her. Really.

She is more than just a visual carnival. She is a pop star using spoken word style rap over dance beats. Kesha can play guitar, piano and write music but currently auto-tune and ad lib rap is her weapon of choice. As her career develops I for one would love to see some harp and banjo thrown in there.

We are who we are

Hot and dangerous
If you’re one of us, then roll with us (Kesha loves to build her own structures and talks here about how metal Rolling is classified according to the temperature of the metal rolled, when the temperature of the metal is above its recrystallization temperature it is termed ‘Hot rolling’ – she likes to do this in a group, but everyone should wear gloves and safety googles)
‘Cause we make the hipsters fall in love
When we’ve got our hotpants on enough
And yes, of course we does (Kesha wants to bring to the public’s attention the plight of the ‘Never-Nude’, a debilitating syndrome which affected fictional arrested development character Tobias Fünke, a series which was tragically canceled too soon. Also the girl just loves hotpants. As much as the beautiful and irreplaceable Judy Frary)
We’re running this town just like a club (Kesha compares the mishandled football club negotiations between West Ham and Martin O’Neill to her hometown of LA’s ongoing financial crisis and Mayor Antonio Villaraigosa inability to lease parking spaces)
And no, you don’t wanna mess with us
Got Jesus on my necklace (Kesha reminds the world that despite Palestine being unable to register the birthplace of Jesus as a heritage site on the list of the world’s most important cultural places because Palestine is not currently a unified state recognised by the UN, a way to represent love for the popular saviour can always be found.)

Got that glitter on my eyes (Ke$ha does not have dollar signs in her eyes, she doesn’t care about money – what you’re looking at is glitter)
Stockings ripped all up the side  (Big K is highly aware of the impact the recession is having on the global textile industry – as mass production slows the demand for higher quality goods increase)
Looking sick and sexy-fied (if you’re a little under the weather a little of what you fancy can go a long way. The Kesh says keep it safe!)
So let’s go-oh-oh, let’s go!

Tonight we’re going har-har-har-har-har-hard
Just like the world is our-our-our-our-our-ours
We’re tearin’ it apar-par-par-par-par-part (practice, practice, practice – nothing is as important as proper diction. It can change LIVES)
You know we’re superstars
We are who we are (Kesha keeps it real)

We’re dancing like we’re dumb-dumb-du-du-du-dumb
Our bodies go numb-numb-nu-nu-nu-numb
We’ll be forever young-young-y-y-y-young (referring to the recent study of how temprature affects the mating dance of butterflies, yeah its tenuous I know but she says numb so that’s the cold weather)
You know we’re superstars
We are who we are!

DJ turn it up
It’s about damn time to live it up
I’m so sick of being so serious
It’s making my brain delirious (this is actually positive advice for the rising number of teens suffering extreme anxiety disorder – too much serious behaviour can cause you illness. However it may just be that she enjoys the work of Yo Gabba Gabba)

I’m just talkin’ truth
I’m telling you ’bout the shit we do
We’re sellin’ our clothes, sleepin’ in cars (sellin’ our clothes is a reference to the rise of the e-nation, E-bay. While sleepin’ in cars picks up on the phenomenon of middle class homelessness caused by the recession)
Dressin’ it down, hittin’ on dudes, hard (Kesha rejects the model of status dating and says – just be yourself and ask them out even though it’s hard)

Continue ad-infinitum

Kesha says – “It’s a celebration of youth and life and going out and getting crazy. I’m about non-pretentious irreverence and fuck off good fun”

That’s right critics – fuckity bye, off you fuck, have some fun.


Advent-ures in winter land

Hello all,

happy thanksgiving, pilgrim! John Wayne here, at the first thanksgiving.

Ah, that kills. So I had the idea to do an advent goodie thing here with fine videos and tunes and what not and already I’ve slightly ballsed it up. Like this –

I was defeated by time. AGAIN PHYSICS, YOU WIN AGAIN, but know this, I WILL BEAT YOU YET YOU BLAG-GARD SCOUNDREL. Yes I wasn’t paying attention and now it’s almost June or something. I should stop saying ‘like’ in between every third word, honest to god I can’t stop. Like.

Now because of my blundering you will receive three winter season presents all at once!

First up –

El Dog‘s rendition of Sammy Cahn’s Let it Snow, very beautiful.

Next if you’re completely sick of snow –

Prince, it’s always time for Prince, never goes out of style, like Campari and soda. ‘Let’s Go Crazy/Take Me With You’

And now planning ahead –

Ella Fitzgerald’s ‘What are you doing New Year’s Eve?’ its so good I want to sink into it like satin sheets. I always imagine I’m in Mad Men listening to it.

Also – Scottish events and culture magazine The List is also doing an advent calendar of stuff.

Well Hella Children, that’s all for now. More goodies to follow to get you through the cold nights.

Happy winter.

Craig Charles, 26th November 2010, Buff Club 6th Birthday

Craig Charles Funk and Soul show at The Buff Club’s 6th birthday party, 26th November 2010

The Buff Club looks and often feels like a mish mash of speak easy and 60’s strip parlor, where whiskey flowed freely, the walls are carpeted and the music is of the grooviest most toe tapping fervor anywhere in town. This year marks it’s six birthday and it continues to be an excellent club for both big weekend and weeknights.

Buff Club 6th Birthday photo Rachael Simpson

Poet, actor and DJ Craig Charles brought his BBC 6 Funk and Soul show stylings to the Buff for the big birthday bash and the tunes did not disappoint. A word of praise for the warm up DJ, whose brilliantly selected soul songs got everyone moving from the moment the doors opened.

Craig Charles photo by Rachael Simpson

When Mr Charles stepped up the wheels of steel he brought the soul and the funk and this was no laid back love affair, beats poured out and it would have taken a will of stone not to dance, so dance we did and so did he, CC threw shapes up on the balcony like it was the last party on the night of revelations.

Craig Charles photo by Rachael Simpson

Playing songs from across the board of funk and soul from the last roughly 50 – 60s years, the top hat selections helped make them sound as fresh as the day they were first pressed.

Craig Charles at Buff Club photo Rachael Simpson

Craig Charles Funk and Soul show is on BBC 6, Saturdays from 7pm – 1opm. Happy Birthday Buff – may you have many more.

Pulled Apart By Horses Oran Mor 23rd November 2010

Pulled Apart By Horses (and Gay For Johnny Depp) Oran Mor 23rd November 2010

In the bowels of an old kirk gathered a group of darkly dressed rock fans one cold November night. Also a couple of bands…. which was nice.

I apologise in advance to the first band of the night, I missed them so no reviewing here.

First up hardcore New York band, Gay For Johnny Depp, their noise is dirty, bloody, and not so much tongue in cheek as tongue in any orifice you’ll let them stick it. Consensually of course! Not for a long time have I seen a band with quite so much style in amongst a wall of noise and screaming. Their lyrics reject not traditionalism but lack of freedom, they will not be constrained, they encourage enjoyment of life and the questioning of constrictive behaviour. To be fair though I had to listen to the albums after the gig because I could only make out half of what they were singing but the performance beyond electric. Reminiscint of early Black Sabbath, they rock out on stage but still manage to engage with the audience in a sweet way – sometimes by climbing on them.

The headliner for the Glasgow gig was Pulled Apart By Horses who I’m relieved to say were not actually strewn across a bloodied floor by equine misadventure. They are from Leeeeeeds. Not Sheffield, guy

Pulled Apart By Horses photo Rachael Simpson

Loud and brash they clamber across the stage, hang from the ceiling, dive into the audience, pretty much throw the best shapes possible on a Tuesday night. Songs they played that you about to grow to love – then develop an unhealthy obsession with and stalk in a filthy mac – include the singles, ‘Back To The Fuck Yeah’, ‘High Five, Swan Dive, Nose Dive’ and ‘Yeah Buddy’.

PABH photo Rachael Simpson

PABH photo Rachael Simpson

What I like most about them (apart from the the reckless disregard for stage equipment) is that their songs always take unexpected turns and twists, these aren’t the same songs you hear on phone adverts or in topshop or the hairdressers or wherever you crazy kids hang out, footlocker, I don’t know – anyway these songs are new songs and damn if that isn’t rare.

PABH photo Rachael Simpson

At the time of going to press, their tour has stalled due to the illness of Tom from PABH – poor lad, get better soon! They will be honouring tickets for canceled dates in January when they are at full strength, their eponymous debut album is out now, as is  – Manthology: A Tireless Exercise in Narcissism Featuring Gay for Johnny Depp’s Excellent Cadavers by Gay For Johnny Depp. 

Jimmy Eat World, Barrowlands 19th November 2010

Jimmy Eat World, Glasgow 2010


17 years into their career Jimmy Eat World still pack a punch in Glasgow’s most beloved venue. With its dusty glamour, the Glasgow Barrowlands has always been a place to say ‘I saw them when’ but equally some of it’s finest shows come from well established acts like Jimmy Eat World, who are seven albums deep into their musical history.

The post punk pop rock group (cram those genre titles in!) open the show with the effervescing, hopeful Futures from their 2004 album of the same name.

Jimmy Eat World photo Rachael Simpson

Jim Adkins photo Rachael Simpson

Undeniably optimistic rock filters through the crowd like sunshine bursting through a cloud. The set list is as varied as the audience, a mixture of old and new tunes for younger and older fans.  Jimmy seem genuinely to enjoy the gig as much as the house does and give each track their level best. Highlights came in the form of Praise Chorus, Blister, Coffee and Cigarettes and of course, the inevitable and wonderful Middle.

Jimmy Eat World photo Rachael Simpson

The boys returned for an encore, though the fans were clearly keen for it, the usual ‘come-back -oot’ clapathon lacked muster. They returned for a few more songs, including the Sweetness, which was hungrily lapped up by Glasgow listeners like Halloween candy at a haunted sleepover. The band still play like their musical age, an energetic teenager, only betrayed by their grown up rock show stamina and polish.

Jimmy Eat World’s new album ‘Invented’ is out now and they’ll be touring the states ’til February. They will be headlining this year’s Fiesta Bowl Block Party in their home state of Arizona on New Year’s Eve.

Halloween! in the house…and the streets and your dreams…

So on this fine Halloween weekend I bring to you dear reader, an evil-themed playlist for your detestable, destructive, damned delectation…

Spotify baby, its where its at.

But if you don’t have it supplied below is a listing of said sadistic tunage so you may fetch up the fresh corpse noises yourself, without decent music, Halloween would be very grave indeed…

Rocket from the crypt – On a Rope

Idlewild – Actually its darkness

Smashing Pumpkins – Bullet with butterfly wings

Smashing Pumpkins – Tonight Tonight

Radiohead – Creep

Danny Elfman – Beetlejuice

Death in Vegas – Aisha

Insane Clown Posse – Zombie Slide

Dusty Springfield – Spooky

Orchestra – Ave Satani (Omen Theme)

Rodrigo y Grabriella – Oogie Boogie’s Song

PJ Harvey – Long Snake Moan

Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds – Red Right Hand

The Cramps – I was a teenage werewolf

Outkast feat. Kelis – Dracula’s Wedding

Black Rebel Motorcycle Club – Red Eyes and Tears

Basement Jaxx – Where’s your head at?

Electric Six – Danger! High Voltage

Gorillaz – Dracula

Interpol – Evil

Super Furry Animals – It’s not the end of the world?

REM – It’s the end of the world as we know it

Mitch Ryder – Devil in a Blue Dress

Rolling Stones – Sympathy for the devil

The Sheltons – Devil went down to Georgia

Pantera – Cowboys from hell

Johnny Cash – Hurt

Evil Nine – They Live!

The Specials – Ghost Town

The Eighties Match box B- line disaster – Mister Mental

The Eighties Match box B- line disaster – I could be an angle

The Eighties Match box B- line disaster – Rise of the eagles

The Eels – Your Lucky day in hell

Sucioperro – Hate Filters

Crystal Castles – Celestica

Super Furry Animals – God! Show me magic

Divine Comedy – Something for the weekend

Bloc Party – Hunting for witches

Pulled Apart by Horses – Get off my ghost train

The Raveonettes – Dead Sound

Spinnerette – All babes are wolves

Spinnerette – The walking dead

The Black Keys – Sinister Kid

Queens of the Stonage – Hanging Tree

Queens of the Stonage – Monsters in the Parasol

The Constellations feat. Cee Lo Green – Love is a murder

The Heavy – Cause for alarm

The Heavy – The House that dirt built

Basement Jaxx – Yo Yo


So that’s it (so far at least) my Halloween playlist, go be merry, be horrible, enjoy the festive darkness…

Your Humble Headless Hellagood Editor xx




Tempus Fugit

Crikey, time flees away when you’re not paying attention to it.

A month since I posted last, a month! lots of things probably happened but who cares about that, here’s some videos.

FIRST – I made this. A short moving picture introducing Glasgow rockers Zetas Empire

Filmed, edited and produced by me, additional footage from the ‘Apocalypse Afterparty‘ music video by Gerard Keenan and Zetas Empire. Thanks, guy! (That was a Scott Pilgrim reference, I didn’t just forget to put ‘s’ at the end of guy.)

Yes that’s right I do documentaries now. Musical ones. So BANDS OF GLASGOW EMAIL US IF YOU’D LIKE ONE ( I loaned the camera equipment to make this one but I’m saving my pennies and dreams to buy my own gear and then I plan on making many a wee music movie for the web. If you’re in any way interested gies a bell. Will work for cups of tea.

Next up making today feel GREAT – Stevie Wonder performs Superstition on Sesame Street.

It’s always mambo time with La Orquesta Riverside – Mambo En Espana

Our final non-vinyl joy is The Paraffins – Something Good. I’m a new convert to The Paraffins, since I never heard of them before today. This afternoon at the river Clyde Amphitheatre  was the album launch for their new CD ‘Snout to the Grindstone’. The show was eclectic and eccentric in perfect measure.