SUNDAY #8 – Placebo @ Cliffs Pavilion


The year was 2009. I was nineteen, I was bored, I was watching Kerrang! on TV with my older brother. We were watching a countdown show, something along the lines of ‘the best bands of the 90s’. The video for Placebo‘s Pure Morning came somewhere in the top 20. My brother and I watched Brian Molko stand on the edge of a building, take a leap of faith and live to tell the tale. Skins were certainly crawling when the video ended. Brian Molko had me in a whirl; I wasn’t sure if he was a boy or a girl *feels smug about getting a Bowie lyric in to a blog post*

Placebo formed in 1994. I was gunning around the back garden at four years of age, pretending to be Robin Hood when their first album was released. With the help of Youtube, live DVDs, stealing their albums from my brother’s room, and seeing them at Brixton Academy in 2013: I soon became addicted. I’ll probably shed an androgynous tear when I see them again at The Cliffs Pavilion tonight.

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SUNDAY #7 – Made in Dagenham & HAIM


Belle Jar bobbed along to London yesterday to see Gemma Arterton sing her feminist lungs out in Made in Dagenham. It was one heck of a sassy day. Juliette & I criticised the patriarchy hanging on the walls in The National Portrait Gallery, and afterwards we met Louisa for pizza, beer, and stories about WOW. I’ve woken up without a hang-over, and a desire to write a musical. I think I’m ‘growing up’.

Now, from one set of great women to another: back in 2013, HAIM released their debut album Days are Gone. I managed to completely overlook the album, even though friends had told me it was great, and my sister bought it for me at Christmas. Two weeks ago, I was rooting through my CD drawer, and there it was. I decided to give the HAIM girls one more chance. The CD’s not left the record player since. I’ve subsequently developed a deep love for Este, Danielle, and Alana.

I downloaded ‘Pray to God’, their collaboration with Calvin Harris, as a silent apology for ignoring their previous efforts. I’ve also been youtubing the living daylights out of them. At least 15 times this week,  I’ve considered growing my hair long again, wearing my cut off shorts, and flying out to America to become their fourth member. I will be learning their dance routines, and recruiting my sisters in to a band too. I suggest you do the same.

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SUNDAY #2 – Gazelle Twin


Here is the second SUNDAY blog-post, but I regret to inform you that it does not stem from a hang-over (and I am unusually disappointed about that.)

ANYWAY – On to better things. This week’s post is about Gazelle Twin‘s second album Unflesh. My older brother lent me the CD last week and I’ve become obsessed with it. Elizabeth Bernholz is the brains behind the haunting music; I recommend putting on your headphones, turning out the lights, laying in bed, and letting her sound invade you. You’ll feel a simultaneous mix of horror and glory, and a sudden urge to start wearing blue hoodies (That last bit will make more sense once you’ve watched the video below).