The Best Concert Of 2010 ! Also, Sappy Poo Beer!

Wow, have I ever been slacking lately.
I swear in the new year I'm going to get my butt in gear and start actually writing shit again.
I apologize to all the bands waiting on me for reviews or interviews right now, I know I've neglected a bunch of requests since my Christmas vacation started but I've been spending some much needed catch up time with my old friend, the DVD.
Before I go and shut myself in for one last night of me on movie after movie action I thought it'd be a neat idea to end my 2010 posts with a flashback to the best concert I saw this year.
Without a doubt, and without having to refresh my memory of the shows I went to over the year the best one was hands down A WILHELM SCREAM and COMEBACK KID at the Opera House.

Which is interesting because there were at least 2 or 3 other bands that night, at least 1 of which I can't remember and Madball who I didn't enjoy at all.
Still, 60% thanks to A Wilhelm Scream and 40% thanks to Comeback Kid, this was THE best show I witnessed in 2010.
To read the review I wrote at the time click here.
It also might have had something to do with the 2 wicked interviews we did that night with these bands. Great fucking interviews, if you don't mind me tooting my own horn. (heh toot.)
Interview with A Wilhelm Scream
Interview with Comeback Kid
All I have to say on the matter now is that A Wilhelm Scream are THE best band to see live, and Comeback Kid will forever be one of my favourites, their new album still constantly on repeat on my Ipod.
I'm going to leave you with a couple live videos that barely do each band justice.


I'm Sarah. I do what I want.

The Best Albums of 2010!

I decided to do things a bit differently this year and make all my friends/readers do most of the work for this list.
So, THANKS EVERYBODY who contributed.
I did add in a bunch myself that I thought deserved a mention, all my picks will have one of these beside them: *
With no further delay, here are the top 75 albums of 2010, mostly sent in by you!

1. The Acacia Strain – Wormwood
2. Angus & Julia Stone – Down The Way *
3. Arcade Fire – The Suburbs
4. Bad Religion – The Dissent of Man
5. Band of Horses – Infinite Arms
6. The Besnard Lakes – The Besnard Lakes Are the Roaring Night
7. The Black Keys – Brothers
8. Brasstronaut – Mount Chimera
9. Broken Bells – S/T
10. Broken Social Scene – Forgiveness Rock Record
11. Budos Band – III
12. David Byrne/Fatboy Slim – Here Lies Love
13. Cancer Bats – Bears, Mayors, Scraps & Bones
14. Caribou – Swim
15. Cephalic Carnage – Misled By Certainty
16. The Chemical Brothers – Further
17. Comeback Kid – Symptoms & Cures*
18. Crystal Castles – II
19. Cynic – Re-Traced
20. Daft Punk – Tron: Legacy (Soundtrack)
21. Danzig – Deth Red Sabbaoth
22. Matthew Dear – Black City
23. Dommin – Love Is Gone
24. The Dopamines – Expect The Worst*
25. Emanuel and the Fear – Listen*
26. The Flobots – Survival Story*
27. Four Tet – There Is Love In You
28. Fucked Up – Year of the Ox*
29. The Future Kings of Nowhere – S/T*
30. Goldfrapp – Head First
31. Good Old War – S/T*
32. Gorillaz – Plastic Beach
33. Cee-Lo Green – The Lady Killer
34. Groove Armada – Black Light
35. The Hold Steady – Heaven Is Whenever*
36. Hollerado – Record In A Bag
37. Hot Chip – One Life Stand
38. Iron Chic – Not Like This*
39. The Knife/Mt. Sims/Planningtorock – Tomorrow, In A Year
40. LCD Soundsystem – This Is Happening
41. Massive Attack – Heligo Land
42. MGMT – Congratulations
43. Minus The Bear – Omni
44. Mookie & The Loyalists – S/T
45. Morcheeba – Blood Like Lemonade
46. Motion City Soundtrack – My Dinosaur Life
47. Murder By Death – Good Morning, Magpie*
48. The National – High Violet
49. None More Black – Icons
50. Oceansize – Self Preserved While the Bodies Float Up
51. of Montreal – False Priest
52. Off With Their Heads – In Desolation
53. OK Go – Of the Blue Color of the Sky
54. Owen Pallett – Heartland
55. Pendulum – Immersion
56. Portugal. The Man – American Ghetto
57. Rjd2 – The Colossus
58. Robyn – Body Talk
59. Sevendust – Cold Day Memory
60. Smoke Or Fire – The Speakeasy*
61. The Snips – Blackouts*
62. Spoon – Transference*
63. Stars – The Five Ghosts
64. The Stone Foxes – Bears & Bulls*
65. Sundowner – We Chase The Waves*
66. The Tallest Man on Earth – The Wild Hunt*
67. Tokyo Police Club – Champ
68. Frank Turner – Rock n’ Roll EP*
69. Volbeat – Beyond Hell/Above Heaven
70. Wavves – King of the Beach*
71. The Weakerthans – Live at the Burton Cummings Theatre
72. Weezer – Hurley
73. Kanye West – My Beautiful Dark Twisted Fantasy
74. Wintersleep – New Inheritors
75. Hawksley Workman – Meat


I'm Sarah. I do what I want.

Song Spoofs in the Making for Commercial Jingles!

I've decided to dive into the jingle making business.
Because I'm AWESOME at it.

I already have 3 ideas.

A flea commercial using "Come Together" by The Beatles.
It would go a little something like this:
Come together, riiight meoww, over fleas!
And it would be CATS SINGING IT!
Like a whole CHORUS OF CATS.
Who doesn't like cats singing.
And they would be pleading for their owners to help stop fleas, all the cats would unite to sing this benefit song to encourage flea action.


An avocado/guacamole jingle using Dire Strait's "Walk of Life" except change it to "Guac of Life"
Here's the first verse so far:
Here comes Johnny eating healthy,
Be-Bop-A-Lua, Baby What I Say
Here comes Johnny singing I got a hunger,
Down in my belly, and it won't go away
He's taking action, He's got a notion
It's the healthy way.
Avacados, the secret potion!
Every meal's the best part of the day.
He mashes those avacados together in bowl,
He only needs a fork and knife,
And he's got the guac, he's got the Guac of Life!

It still needs some fine tuning but you get the idea.

Now I am still looking for this one jingle I made a while ago for Sandwich Day at work... don't ask... I tend to send out funny sandwich related emails to announce each sandwich day since I organize them, and I send the emails to my entire company.
I'm retarded.
ANYWAY we always have sandwiches at this place called Black Camel and I wrote a variation of "Witchy Woman" by The Eagles called "Sandwich-y Wo-man" and it was absolute solid gold. But I deleted the email and am tracking down somebody in the office who kept it... stay tuned!

I'm Sarah. If you want to buy my ideas email me at .

Fake Problems/Flatliners/Menzingers @ Sneaky Dee's - THE ENCORE All Ages Edition!

I never thought I'd ever utter these words but.... If I see another plate of Sneaky Dee's nachos right now I'm going to puke.
Actually my body is ruined enough right now that I might puke anyway, and when I do guess what I'll be puking back up?
Sneaky Dee's nachos.
Nachos is just what has to happen when you're at Sneaky Dee's on a Sunday for a super early awesome punk rock show.
(and for 3am the night before but let's not get into that one)
For the second night in one weekend The Flatliners, Fake Problems, The Menzingers and Mockingbird Wish Me Luck all graced Sneaks upstairs for another nearly (if not actually) sold out show, this time ridden with underage hormone soaked sweaty kids accounting for over half of the turnout.
For those of us over 19 the 7pm start time was impossibly early on a weekend so close to Christmas and thanks to hours of semi-last-minute shopping during the day my friends and I ended up missing the first two bands.
Missing The Menzingers was immediately upsetting, that band fucking rules live and I was really looking forward to seeing them again. Missing Mockingbird on the other hand didn't really upset me at first since I had never actually heard them before and always judged by their gay name that I wasn't missing out. NOW, however, I'm listening to their myspace page and absolutely kicking myself in the butt because it's right down my alley of lumberjackpunk that I would have automatically loved.

Luckily the 50% of the show I did catch was more than enough for my exhausted body to handle... well, actually more like 40% but we'll get to that in a minute.
Fake Problems hit the stage when we got there and left me on the fence about them by the time they finished. At one point these guys were one of my favourite bands but lately I've been sick of listening to the older songs and for whatever reason haven't been able to get into their new album. When I watched them last night the old gems were suddenly my favourite songs again but the new stuff continued to leave me impartial. In some cases the into-it vocals were the only thing salvaging them in my head until they whipped out an amazing theatrical version of "Diamond Rings" which reminded me of why I loved them live to begin with. There was something slightly different about the band too that was affecting my ability to enjoy them the way I used to... I think their heads looked bigger or something... Just me? At one point they introduced what was supposed to be some sort of crazy guitar solo which turned out to be a dud of a guitar SCHMOLO. I really hope it was meant as a joke... otherwise... FAIL!
The Flatliners made up for everything, as usual, by tearing the stage apart from the second they stepped onto it. Go-Go-Gadget-Rock-My-Face-Off! (face - OFF!) By far one of the most entertaining bands to watch, they have the ability to transport you to a dreamworld of awesome where it's just you and them - the all ages twats don't exist...hehehe...nah, it was actually pretty epic with all the young ones singing along every word, verse and chorus. They sang loud and they sang proud at least which added to the experience... And I'm 12 again. Welcome back to puberty!
Unfortunately my night was cut short as I ventured alone to the bathroom because when I came out some ASSHOLE *cough*Branko*uncough* was randomly dressed head to toe in a huge COW outfit. This might not sound like a night-ender to anybody else but I have an insane fear of things in full costume like that where I can't see human parts... puppets and such creep me out too... I'm not the only one, I looked it up and it's an actual phobia:
What Is Pupaphobia?
Pupaphobia is an overwhelming, irrational fear of puppets. The person coping with this phobia may also fear marionettes and team mascots. Perhaps the pupaphobic person fears the puppet’s exaggerated features or its disjointed, bizarre movements. In extreme cases of Pupaphobia, the person may avoid any situation that may involve performances for children because of their morbid fear of puppets.
Read more:
Anyway, the fact that I was alone didn't help things, and as he walked by I froze and started to seriously freak out, waiting in hopes that he would keep walking and disappear from my sight.. but instead he ended up stopping and standing WAY WAY WAY too close to me and I got so uncomfortable that I booked it out the door and had to call my friends saying I couldn't come back inside.
Apparently I only missed about 3 or 4 songs though and I've seen them enough this year already to know that I TOTALLY MISSED OUT.

I'm Sarah. I suffer from pupaphobia. Suck it.

Current obsession...

weird.. because of Cobourg... right?

I'm Sarah. I do what I want.

The Rural Alberta Advantage Sell Out Lee's Palace!!

Funny, lately I have come to realize that the bass is my favourite of the standard band instruments and the first thing I pay attention to, aside from the lyrics (obviously, “writer” and all) but last night had me questioning this discovery with the realization that The Rural Alberta Advantage are one of my most loved bands.
And they don’t have a bassist.
And usually I hate that.
So why is it that I love this band so much?
The answer lies in this man alone…

Oops, sorry, that’s Monkey Fist from Kim Possible, but he TOTALLY reminds me of the real man responsible for my love for The RAA… (not in a bad way, that’s a pretty attractive monkey!)

Drummer extraordinaire, Paul Banwatt.
Dude is fucking relentless on those bad boys.
And entirely unconventional for the indie folk music they’re playing.
To be honest without him I think most people would find the band a little boring…
Don’t get me wrong, I would still love it - I mean acoustic guitar + perfect male vocals for this type of music + super pretty female backing vocals + keys + great stage presence = what's not to love - but I’m just sayin’ this kind of indie folk can get a little dreary after three or four songs, unless you have Monkey Fist on drums.
It's almost KIMpossible for me to talk about any other RAA element aside from the drums, they take over in the most amazing way possible.
Even in the few brand-spanking-new songs they played last night the level of awesomeness on drums is to par with a rocket en route to the damn moon.
Does that make sense?
Fuck it!
ANYWAY, said new songs warmed my heart with one listen just as much as the classics from their first album did when they were played. It wasn't hard to conclude that every single person in the sold out venue agreed with me either.
One of the best parts of their performance, aside from the drums, was that each member looked genuinely so thankful and happy to be playing in front of us. All aspects combined equal one of the best shows evvrrrrrrr.

To download their first single "Stamp" from the new album (out in March 2011), JUST CLICK HERE, and trust me when they start touring again in the spring for this record DO NOT MISS THEM.


I'm Sarah. I do what I want.

The Parlour Suite = Rainbows, Lollipops and Love.

The Parlour Suite are band of the week for a reason. If I wasn't so stuck to traditions I'd probably even make them band of the rest of 2010.
The husband & wife fronted folky pop duo (that description doesn't quite fit well with me) bear a striking resemblance to earlier Neko Case, especially with the slight surf country twang the music holds. Their 4 song Welcome To The Garden Party EP is so good yet so short that I feel like I'm trapped in Groundhog Day trying desperately to get to know the band before my time is up and I have to start it all over again.
RIght now I'm on about my 5th run through and it's only proving to turn me on to it 3.7 times more with each listen.
If I had to sum it up in a picture it would look like this:

I'm Sarah. I do what I want.

Anybody Hungry For A Burger & Wings?

It's 9am on a Saturday.
I've been awake since 8am Friday.
I don't plan on sleeping until 9pm Sunday night.
I reek of whiskey wine and cigarettes.
and I am trying to find a delivery place open this early where I can get a burger with a side of chicken wings.
I am NOT having any luck.
And I'm starving.
Damn you 9am!!!
Everybody else just crashed so I decided I'd get some work done.
Sleep is for the weak.
Food is for people that get up at 11am or later apparently.
Now to kill 2 hours...

It just took me longer to draw that than it took me to listen to the 3 songs by The Jim Ivins Band that I'm about to talk about.
I'm great at killing time...
Is it just me or does The Jim Ivins Band sound like a country name?
That's what I pictured them playing when they emailed me and I readily agreed to a review because I freakin' love country.
I was a little surprised to hear something more along the lines of The Early November emo-laced rock.
Unexpected, yet not unfortunate.
On the surface these three tracks are just three more cutesy, catchy-as-fuck, acoustic pop rock singles.. but when you listen harder (harder,harder,harder) you will catch a bit of a guitar solo here and a bunch of drum rolls there showing they have somewhat more potential than just that.
I don't know if anybody remembers/ever heard of October Fall but with the singer's delicious voice they sound like that band sans piano... and I used to put them on at HMV all the time only to get in trouble because one of the songs, my favourite one, said 'fuck' twice. Oops!
I feel like they sound a lot like somebody else that I love as well but can't put my finger on it because each song is bringing visions of hamburgers and chicken into my head...

One more hour.
One more "review" to do after this.
And then I feast.

*NOTE: That burger looks disgusting.*

I'm Sarah. I do what I want.

Snow White & The Seven Dwarfs listen to music too you know!

I feel like I need to redeem myself for that last post I made.
I mean, Moffatts, really Sarah?
*is listening to them right now*
I realized after re-watching those videos that the "Miss You Like Crazy" example is only hurting my point because even I could probably pick up any one of those instruments and play along with them.
Sorry guys, my head was clouded with liquor all day yesterday and I clearly wasn't thinking.
The other songs still rule though.

Anyway, today's episode (list) is brought to you by my love for horns (euphemisms included), Sirius radio and elephant poop.

OH, and Snow White & The Seven Dwarfs
Because I can.








Last but not least.... snowbitch herself!

And this is what I am listening to.

I'm Sarah. I love snow.

I don't care what anybody says, the Moffatts were a wicked band.

Seriously. They could actually write pretty decent songs, FOR A BOY BAND.
And at least the 'band' title is fully deserved.
This is what I listen to when I'm hungover...

Soul Decision on the other hand... I admit I used to love these songs, but listening to them now I fully realize how slitty they are.
And I believe that they are really singing about boys.
I mean, look at how short those shirts are.

Excuse me while my 90's self throws up.

I'm Sarah. mrrrrrrrrrrrr

22 Reasons I Love Fat Wreck Chords!

1:Old Man Markley - For Better, For Worse
2:The Flatliners - The Calming Collection
3:Swingin’ Utters - Brand New Lungs
4:Mad Caddies - Why Must I Wait
5:Banner Pilot - Greenwood
6:Pour Habit - Heads of State
7:Dead to Me - X
8:Teenage Bottlerocket - Skate or Die
9:Cobra Skulls - Hot Sand
10:Tony Sly - Via Munich
11:None More Black - Sinatra After Dark
12:Chixdiggit! - Miso Ramen
13:Against Me! - Holy Shit
14:NOFX - Fermented and Flailing
15:Smoke or Fire - Integrity
16:Strung Out - The Fever and the Sound
17:The Lawrence Arms - Demons
18:American Steel - Tear the Place Apart
19:Good Riddance - Lame Duck Arsenal
20:No Use for a Name - Dream Police
21:The Real McKenzies - Scots Wha’ Ha’e (Live)
22:Dillinger Four - A Jingle for the Product

And guess what.
THAT is the fucking track listing for the new Fat Music compilation! VOLUME 7.

This is one label that will NEVER let punk rock down.

I'm Sarah. I love Fat.

Goddamn You Cat Empire!

I am trying to make a new blog (shhhh don't tell this one, she doesn't know I'm already cheating on her with drrty toilets) about name verbs... like for example, this one is about Julian who does a lot of the interviews / my roommate / from The Johnstones.
To Julian: To smoke a cigarette to the filter and hand it off to whoever you are splitting it with saying there's "at least two drags left"
way to julian that cig / aw why'd you julian it! / nah way man that's julian'd.
Were going to start a whole new language basically, one that will only be funny to people who know us... haha suckers.
Anyway, I'm also super hungry for more leftover pizza...
**SIDENOTE: Does anybody else wind up eating pizza after playing too many TMNT games? Last night a friend and were playing TMNT3 and all of a sudden we both just decided we wanted pizza and couldn't get it out of our heads... HMMMM WONDER WHY.**
... and then the random function on my Itunes really Aurora Jolie'd me (fucked me in the ass... she only does anal... it works?) and the most potent Cat Empire song came on and sucked me in. How Michelle Tanner of it.
This song will Jack Black you. (rock your socks off... Tenacious D song... I admit, it's quite a stretch)

Luckily the random button saved me this time by jumping away from Cat Empire... but it just HAD to pick a Cursive song that I hadn't actually listened to that much and realized I loved... and NOW I'm jerking the old flame I had for the band in years past by listening to this song over and over...

I understand that one can do other things, per say, while listening to music.
I normally do.
There are certain bands - clearly Cat Empire - that just immediately distract me from whatever I'm doing and remind me of what other song of theirs I should listen to or a cool video I saw of them that I want to watch again... or I just simply want to do something mindless like write this right now because I just ramble and copy/paste things while my brain focuses on singing along.

Ew, I'm getting way too into blogging.

I'm Sarah. I've said enough!

Fuck you Cat Empire!
<3 love.

A Day In The Life Of Sarah.

It's 9:27am, I have begun my 'wakemeup and putmeinagoodmood' playlist for Monday and decided what the HAY, I'm going to post it.
1. Start off right with a little Grateful Dead... well since the song is 10 minutes long I think 'little' is a bit of an understatement, but still this song always seems to end way too soon...

2. Now to tuffen shit up with one of my favourite bands eva.

3. Just got a hankerin' for this song for some reason...

4. Sometimes you just want to be cutesy happy. Today is one of those days. This is such a cutesy happy song.

5. Well I'm bored of making this list so this is the last one haha, it's now 11:36am and I'm hungry for leftover pizza.

I'm Sarah. I have ADD, and pizza.

Zeus! Zeus! Zeus! Zeus!

If my wild imagination suddenly morphed into reality then this is what you would have heard emitted from The Horseshoe on Friday night... thunderous clapping hand in hand with high praise in the form of the repeated chant of "Zeus! Zeus! Zeus!"
The band may not have chosen the name in the cocksure way of thought comparing them to a greek god (or THE greek god rather) but in the world of music their modest denial of a parallel between them and God is both endearing, and completely redundant.
Last Friday on stage they WERE gods, and I don't think a single person in the crowd would oppose to me saying that the name fits in whichever way you want to look at it.
Had they been the type of people to arrogantly label themselves the band of all bands it would have been slightly harder to accept them as rightful owners of the title but you still would, begrudgingly, after catching even a glimpse of them on stage.
The fact that they seem like the last people to identify themselves in that way only adds to their godliness and allows you to willingly point out the ironic correlation.
Which is exactly what my perhaps-not-so-wh-hild imagination was doing Friday night as I watched them for the first time.
Based on the ridiculous notes I took during their set I'd like to think that my mind was so far blown by the performance that my ability to make sense was just entirely overruled by how awesomely beyond words Zeus really were.... but we all know by now that it was probably just the liquor causing my inability to write comprehensively....
Observe, my complete notes from the night:
- nice tits
- I wear my sunglasses at bight (yup, that spelling error has whiskey written all over it)
- Thought on cd same singer bit no (there it is again)
- I want sun
- Guitar
- New Song
- Hurricane
- Frank Zappa and Cat Stevens
I really have no clue what I was supposed to take from any of that, except that I was actually surprised to find out that the vocals were done by more than one person and that sparked my memory of each member switching instruments like a whore switches from ass to mouth (you never go ass to mouth!) to vagina to ear or wherever else.
Oh, and one of them was wearing sunglasses, and it was bighttime ... errr nighttime.
Other than that I have NO idea why I wrote any of the other stuff.
I am certain the 'nice tits' part was actually for the band before, Amos The Transparent, because damn the girl in the band had great titties. Grade A pieces of meat right thurr.
Unfortunately the rest of my dumb clues fall to my foggy whiskey memory only to never make sense again.
What I do remember, no thanks to my note taking, was that I could barely peal my eyes off the stage in front of me during their set and by the end of it fully believed that Zeus was indeed the god of all gods (musically) that night in Toronto.

Zeus! Zeus! Zeus! Zeus! Zeus!

I'm Sarah. I do what I want.

Bravestation = Echo & The Bunnymen via Donnie Darko


They sound like Echo & The Bunnyman's "Killing Moon" off the Donnie Darko soundtrack.


Listen for yourself:
and then...
Echo & The Bunnymen - "Killing Moon"

I'm Sarah. I take a while...

The Loved Ones are Loved… ? Whodathunkit.

At the risk of sounding redundant in many ways, I love The Loved Ones.
I guess they’ve earned the honor of being “one of my favourite bands” by now, though that list is ever changing.
No matter what else I’m listening to – and trust me my genre appreciation knows no boundaries – or what else I’m doing The Loved Ones are always my fall back band.
Tired of dancing? Put on The Loved Ones.
Just finished a review? Put on The Loved Ones.
Tired of getting in touch with my female Eminem? Put On The Loved Ones.
Stimulated the brain enough with classical for one day? Put on The Loved Ones.
Furious at the subway for making you 20 minutes late for work? Put on The Loved Ones.
Can’t crack the kink out of your neck? (happening right now) Put on The Loved Ones.
Finished the last episode of America’s Next Top Model? Put on The Loved Ones.
Not that I watch that show or anything… *cough*
So maybe it’s my guilty pleasure, and weirdly enough I usually develop a mad crush on one of the girls every season… well every season I’ve watched all the way through which is only like, one….or two.. or three.
Cycle 11, Samantha Potter.

Cycle 15, Jane Randall

They are The Loved Ones of America’s Next Top Model.
And now that I’ve embarrassed myself I will go and listen to THE Loved Ones.

I’m Sarah. I am weird.

I Quit! ... Right after I review Kuf Knotz!

I think I'm starting to hate writing reviews!
It's ruining my love for music to HAVE to write about a certain band or artist.
I guess I could always say no, but I never do..
But I am all out of ideas and words.
Hence my blogging nature as of late.
I miss the constant lists I used to make in the old days...
I never have time to do them anymore between my pile of albums to reviews and all the interviews I've been doing lately.
I'm not sure if I've mentioned this before but I actually have a full time Monday to Friday 9-5 job, and I rack up enough hours at shows or talking about them/doing interviews/writing reviews to equal another 30 hours at least on top of that.... not including the time spent 'off the record' honestly reviewing work that bands and labels like to send me just for personal feedback... no joke. Weird, right? Who the fuck am I... haha
Oh yeah, and I also put on shows on the side and promote them.
And I'm hellbent on writing a country song. I'm not sure why.
To top it off a friend and I just started a brand new website @ (not joking.).
So yeah. Hi, I'm Sarah, this is the most you've learned about me in like 3 years. This is why I'm a bitch! JK
Luckily this week has been really slow due to being sick and I've been able to catch up and do some fun stuff.
I miss talking about the music I'm actually excited to find, and also miss talking smack about bands like Nickelback (easy target).
I'm sick of writing about all the bands I'm sent in between (no offense to any of you, I usually like it but it's just not the same).
I think I'm going to lessen the amount of albums I review and start just rambling about all my daily song/album obsessions instead.
Moral of the story?
But not to everything, not when I get sent an album like Kuf Knotz's Boombox Logic, which is exactly the reason I'm grateful to have people sending me new music constantly.
I would not have wanted to miss out on this guy.
A mere THIRTY seconds into track numero uno and I had the biggest ear-boner's I've ever experienced!
Jokes on me too because the first track was only 42 seconds long!!!
Face - On, but red.
I'm going to call it right now, track three(ve), that this album is going to be huge.
If it's not I will actually eat my own butt.
I mean, he mentions TMZ, it's clearly going to get famous as soon as they catch on.
I fucking love that show by the way, I could care less about most of the celebs but the editing is HI-larious.
But regardless, Kuf (can I call you Kuf?) throws down some serious beats throughout this album with spine tingling female vocals accompanying him, not to mention a trumpet here, a guitar (electric AND acoustic) there and flawless flow featuring lyrical content that actually interests me ... By song 5 I still haven't found flaw and in fact once the chorus hit as I wrote that I heard George Standford, G. Love and a girl by the name of Dana Alexandra come into it and both my ears exploded with pleasure, and a waxy release.
Holy rusted metal Batman, even when this guy is talking about his shoes I still find it completely enlightening to listen to.
That requires talent. Or humour. In this case though it's totally talent.
GODDAMN is it ever! Excuse me while I'm blown away here but I'm more than halfway through the quite lengthy 14 song album and I am pretty sure every track is better than the last. It's like on How I Met Your Mother, first season New Years Eve episode where Barney makes a pump up mix album that's ALL RISE and no fall. This album is truly ALL RISE!
Barney would be proud, if he were a real life person.
I know I joke about getting turned on by most of the music I review but what I'm experiencing right now while listening is the closest to truth that joke has ever gotten. I mean... I want to fuck this album.
There I said it.
It's fucking phenomenal.


I'm Sarah. I finally showered!

I'm HORRIBLE At Doing Things!

So yeah I didn't shower.
I think it's because I didn't have quite enough awesome songs in my Shower-Playlist-To-End-All-Shower-Playlists (thus far), so I added more:
Ch-ch-check it.

1. Mark Ronson & Saigon - "Diduntdidunt"
2. Barenaked Ladies - "The Old Apartment" (so what, I like to sing along with it... showers are meant to be sung in, don't judge me)
3. Ben Folds Five - "Steven's Last Night In Town"
4. Brand New - "Seventy Times 7" (hahaha, whatever!)
5. The Bronx - "Heart Attack American"
6. Cadence Weapon - "Unsuccessful Club Nights"
7. Captain We're Sinking - "The Neck Romancer"
8. Carter Hulsey - "Before We Go Down" (yeah go ahead and make fun.. I like playing harmonica along to his songs :p ... not that I have it in the shower or anything.... also, I'm not condoning that hair.)
9. Kate Nash - "Pumpkin Soup"
10. Polar Bear Club - "Living Saints"
11. Set Your Goals - "Gaia Bleeds..." (judge away)
12. The Stills - "Don't Talk Down"

I'm actually going to shower tonight. And I'm going to go back to kicking major ass at Fight Night as King Shit (yup that's my player) because I actually am good at that game unlike that stupid TMNT jerk game. PRODUCTIVITY!

And I'm going to review Boombox Logic by Kuf Knotz so check that out later.


I should be out there going to shows actually, the past couple nights I have bailed on seeing some good bands to hermit and not get any work/showering done... but in my defense I was sick and am trying to get over it for the weekend, it's cold and rainy or snowy or whatever, and I'm actually flat broke until tomorrow.
So I don't feel TOO bad about it... but it feels really really weird to do nothing for days in a row... now I'm ready to get my head back in the game!


So, yeah. I'm going to get my butt in gear for that one for sure.

I'm Sarah. I'M BEING PRODUCTIVE, kinda!

Procrastination .... and smelling. Part deux.

Procrastination is a bitch.
Unfortunately it's also one of my worst habits, one that usually occurs when I need to shower.
I hate showering.
Not the showering part as much as the drying off and "doing my hair" part.
FYI: Even the low maintenance gals need to do their hair sometimes.
And it's so fucking annoying.
I refuse to take longer than 20 minutes to get ready for anything. Any more time wasted on putting a face on or my hair up is precious time that could be spent getting my ass kicked at TMNT: Tournament Fighters... and I need to fucking conquer that game if it's the last thing I do.

It's bad enough to have to take more time than that to go out somewhere, but I only shower at night and the only place I'm going after is to bed... so having to spend 20+ goddamn minutes trying to tame the wild beast that is my hair is just irritating.
Ergo, in order to motivate myself to get in there and "get 'er done" (as it says on my boobs right now thanks to the Comeback Kid hoodie I'm wearing, ha) I usually create a really random playlist that will get me pumped.
The problem is I have too much fun building The-Shower-Playlist-To-End-All-Shower-Playlists and end up delaying the actual process by another few hours.
Ah, procrastination!
So I decided to share it with you so that at least I feel like I'm being SOMEWHAT productive.

1. The Vandals - Be A Good Robot (easily the best song ever made)
2. Regina Spektor - On The Radio
3. Basement Jaxx - Good Luck
4. Mumford & Sons - Little Lion Man
5. Spoon - They Never Got You (I will NEVER get sick of this song. I've tried, it's impossible.)
6. Gorillaz - Ghost Train
7. Summer People - Two Hearted River (love this band.)
8. The Zolas - You Better Watch Out
9. Pour Habit - Zion (might as well just fuck me now is what this song is sayin')
10. Outkast - BOB
11. Jackson 5 - The Love You Save
12. Men, Women & Children - Dance In My Blood
13. Ghostface Killah, Nate Dogg & Mark Ronson - Ooh Wee
14. Rhymefest, A. Hamilton & Mark Ronson - Bout To Get Ugly
15. Cut Copy - Hearts On Fire (I like showers to involve dance parties...)
16. David Bowie - Modern Love (classic)
18. The Falcon - Unicorn Odyssey
19. Flobots - Combat
20. The Game & Eminem - We Ain't
BONUS: Keller Williams - Blatant Ripoff (just an instrumental but it makes me happy!)

I literally had to stop myself there because that's already ten times longer than my shower will last.

I'm Sarah. I am going to shower...... now.

**EDIT: I didn't shower end up showering. **

Tiny Tide - MoonTalKing

BLARG. The Paintbrush program I downloaded for free for my Mac is complete gobbledygook.
(noun, informal) a letter full of legal gobbledygook.
gibberish, claptrap, nonsense, rubbish, balderdash, blather, garbage; informal mumbo-jumbo, drivel, tripe, hogwash, baloney, bilge, bull, bunk, guff, eyewash, piffle, twaddle, poppycock, phooey, hooey.
Another good word to use here would be BALONEY.
Seriously it's nothing like Paint for normal damn computers, and it doesn't even let you cut out certain pictures to make other pictures.
I have an obsession with Paint for Windows. I could doodle for hours, and lately I've been really into drawing super shitty cartoons while I'm listening to albums. Since I'm about to review a band called Tiny Tide who are almost indescribable with words I decided to whip out my Bongzilla Old English Bong and bake-a-doodle!
The only problem is that this particular CD, MoonTalKing conjures up a lot of really weird and specific images in my head that I am just WAY too lazy to draw. Instead I had the brilliant idea of googling them all only to find out that I couldn't actually
a) cut them out in any shape but a damn box, and
b) couldn't reshape them when I pasted
This among many other irritating non-features that I won't go into.
So anyway, now I'm bake-a-doodle+d and have even less of an ability to describe what the fuck this band sounds like.
Fortunately I have all the pictures saved on my desktop and will just post them instead!
Unfortunately most of you won't have the slightest clue what planet I'm from after you scroll down.
Which is fine with me because frankly I have no idea what galaxy Tiny Tide is from even.
*For the record, I like it.*

That's where your head is at when you're listening to this.

The beats = pumping.

Totally admiring the questionable content.

This just seems to fit.
If for WHATEVER reason you didn't get where I was going with those totally descriptive pictures above, let's try a video instead.
They remind me fully of the clip with "The Beatles" in Walk Hard, LSD trip included. Watch this:

That doesn't help does it?
Well fuck it, I'm stumped.
Like, I'm totally into it though.
There's guitar solo type dealies, trippy fucking moments, times when you think that it's breaking apart into two totally different songs before it fuses back together into making some sense or at least having a direction to it... the instrumentation can be quite gorgeous and serene and Charlie and the Chocolate Factory-like but then can just as easily turn into this Bowie-fused-Beatles mayhem of ... magic? Or black magic..
But it's pretty wicked sounding black magic if you ask me, which you kind of are if you're reading this.
Listen to it your damn self.

I'm Sarah. I am boggled. But I like it.

Brighter Than A Thousand Suns - Demon Haunted World

SENT IN BY: William Gallagher
REVIEW: EP -- Demon Haunted World
by: Brighter Than A Thousand Suns
Formerly Self Made Soul

One of the coolest things about the internet is this: not only is there really good music here, and lots of it, but you can also see what other people are listening to. Hearing new music is no longer a matter of being subjected to some Little Tin DJ whose uncle is a big record company exec, or whose mommy owns the radio station. You know, like the thousands of daily schleps who only play certain tunes over and over again, because the price is right and the FCC says so. Those days are going away finally, and we do hope its forever. Independent Music is here to stay, and that is a wonderful thing.
Yes, things are really shaping up here on the net, and I sometimes compare the world wide web to a favorite bay or lagoon, where I can go and fish and listen to music, and relax and listen to music, and occasionally visit and do commerce with others, all the while listening to good new music. I have a few places I regularly throw my digital fishing line, as I angle about for stimulating sounds, and these virtual lily pads or underwater structures where the good fish hang out are my favorite spots, places which usually produce something new and interesting, even exciting, and on occasion positively delightful.
One day recently I was fishing about over at Myspace, and one of my regular fellow-listeners added some stuff to his playlists. I pay attention when he does that, because he has turned me on to some really good things in the past. I checked out a couple of his recommendations and found one I kept close. The groups name is Brighter Than A Thousand Suns, and though it was somewhat a departure for me, I was into it immediately, and loving it all the more because of its newness. The band seems really young, and their listeners too, and though I am not of the age group, the cohesion of the sounds, the intricate beginnings, and bodies filling the void with orderly completeness and melodic meat, which finalized with near perfect closure...yeah, I am into all that, and became a fan immediately. I bought the bands EP "Demon Haunted World" and its been in my personal listening stream ever since. When those songs show up I smile.
Perhaps the best thing about Myspace is that you can actually contact many of the musicians with questions or kudos. I wrote to Randy, leader and spokes person of Brighter Than A Thousand Suns, and told him I would like to review the work. Randy is not just a very talented musician but a really cool guy, and smart too. He is being kept very busy with the response from Demon Haunted World, and also with a very tight schedule. I found what I needed in the several videos done by this band, and the BTATS blog at MySpace. What you are reading is a synopsis of that information, along with my personal take on it all. What a lucky reader you are, too.
Brighter Than A Thousand Suns began as a band called Self Made Soul, which, early in its existence, had experienced a rather fluid line-up except for the two founding members, who are Randy and Alex. These two young men had met during High School, and have been performing together ever since. Randy plays lead guitar for the band, and he does it with accomplishment and a confident attitude that is a joy to hear; and Alex plays bass guitar and sings. Alex' vocals are exceptionally good sounding, and were the main vocals until the band gained Angelika who calls herself Angel. It was discovered that Angelika has quite a talent for screaming vocals, which are a growing part of modern music, and she was therefore moved to the front, with Alex as secondary vocals. Angelikas voice is signature though not restricted to just really hard screaming output: her regular, ehhhhh...shall we say "Normal" voice is very good too. The final line-up of Brighter Than A Thousand Suns fell into place with Matt on drums, and together these four people make a nice, compact, and highly mobile engine of unique and powerful music. Yes, engine. Thats the best word for it, I think. En. Gine. Power. Full. Imagine a really large motor. Or, as the Japanese are known to say: Power Plant.
The bands original name, Self Made Soul, was derived from a work of literature by Ayn Rand. The change to Brighter Than A Thousand Suns came about just recently, and in my research I see that this term has been used in Music before. The band Killing Joke, a favorite of mine, produced a CD by that name, and the band Iron Maiden had a song by that name as well. The earliest reference I came across was a book entitled Brighter Than A Thousand Suns which was a personal history of the first Atomic Scientists, published in English in 1958. Be all that as it may, this band which hails from Connecticut USA has a sound that is at least as bright as a thousand suns, so the name is apt and truly descriptive.
The self admitted high points the band Brighter Than A Thousand Suns strives for are integrity, and honesty, and this shows in their lyrics: "Take this burning home, our blood runs hot, but our hearts are cold: These blackened skies and poison seas stain our souls, yet our hands are clean...This is our legacy? Money matters most, to buy us demons, to turn us into Gods, but if money mattered most, our bottom line should buy us hope; Instead we leave you all alone, to take this burden off our fragile bones, we hand down this mess, to the heirs of our indifference, we pass this torch with shame, for you to put out the flames...." From: The Inheritance.
The information is lucid and significant, and yes it is loud. Perhaps this is why this band has had real opposition to their music. The worst setback the band has suffered, not to mention the inevitable tour gruel and hardships on the road, was when they recently had their band trailer stolen; it was loaded with their equipment and gear, and its been extremely difficult for all of them in their attempt to get back to the point where they can make their music.
Not only are Brighter Than A Thousand Suns extra adept at what they do, and appealing in a big way, but their message is one of importance and strength. They have won several awards and musical competitions, and done a lot of hard work which really comes across in their audio demeanor, their bearing. They have not lost the ability to keep it going and they remain relatively unscathed in spite of sometimes diabolical turns in events. That is the sign of their true strength, their determination and basic ability to deal with whatever it takes in order to make their music. In one of the videos by Brighter Than A Thousand Suns it is illustrated graphically how a message of great importance came to them, in a very odd way. The way does not really matter. The message does:
"How people treat you is their karma. How you react is yours."
Words To Live By.
Expect great things from this band. You will not be disappointed.

Go here:
To hear Demon Haunted World

Angelika: Screams, Clean Vocals
Alex: Bass, Clean Vocals
Matt: Drums
Randy: Guitars, Programming

Some videos:
Self Made Soul - Artist Of The Week

Self Made Soul Update March 2010 Brighter Than a Thousand Suns

Walls Made Of Glass

Interview Part 1
Interview Part 2


Review By Bill Gallagher

EP Disease, Digital Album by Blackcentr

SENT IN BY: William Gallagher
Genre Electronica Industrial IDM
The musician contacted me on Myspace with a friend request. I had finally gotten savvy concerning the music players there, so I went and listened. Surprise Surprise, what a nice surprise. I like what I heard: I like it a lot. I punched the friend button, and promptly bought the EP Disease. It was a great deal. I am listening to it now. If I had a tail, I would be wagging it. In fact, consider it done.
The bands name is Blackcentr, and the 5 songs on Disease are some of the better musix I have heard. The song "Down" seems to be everyones favorite, and it is mine too, though "Salvation" runs a very close second, with "Disease" a nearby third. The other songs on the EP are a remix of "Disease" by DYM, and a fourth called "Misanthrope". All these songs are kicky tricks, and my hats off to Blackcentr and what they have going on. Its rare, these really good sounds. You can hear it.
Blackcentre is Johnny Bonnett, and Ryan Layne, and they list their location as Orange County USA. Thats Los Angeles ya'll. Johnny is the music, and Ryan the vocals, according to the basic Myspace website information, but there is a lot of mix and match going on in the creation of these songs, brainstorming, as it is described by Johnny in a recent interview with Cyberangels of the Netherlands
The bottom line is that Blackcentr is a collaboration between these two men, and this is a collaboration of synergy, the total being greater than the sum of its parts. Johnnys mastery of his tools is nothing less than awesome, and Ryans voice is just about perfect for the music being made. From the sounds of things, both of these guys seem to be naturals at what they do, and that probably explains a lot right there. Blackcentr is any listeners good fortune -- check it out at -- you will see.
Not too much has been said about the bands previous experience in music. Johnny started his own project after a concert where he saw KMFDM and Combichrist performing. After a few false starts he found Ryan by advertising his need for a vocalist on Craigs list.
Sometimes, Light Happens. Yes, Thankfully, Light Happens.
Blackcentr is working on new music as this is being written, and they are also planning some roadwork, though a tour schedule has not been decided on yet. For anyone who is lucky enough to hear this new good music, that can only mean one thing: get tickets. Blackcentr has also joined forces with Sigsaly Transmissions, a tight label and decent, experienced group, who may facilitate growth for this band and its musical gift.
This band has had some decent acquaintance with the industrial scene so far, decent meaning not always pretty, but definitely meaningful. Blackcentr's last singer, the one before Ryan, had a big problem with ego, and quite frankly, he blew his chance at something good. If Johnny and Ryan can avoid that pitfall of pitfalls, the ego thing, then survive the road, along with the straight-up malice derived from the petty and not-so-petty jealousy of peers and business rivals, they will be a force to be reckoned with.

By My Assessment, They Already Are.

Disease, EP
released 08 July 2010
Music: Johnny Bonnett
Vocals: Ryan Layne

Review by Bill Gallagher

Aesthetic Perfection

SENT IN BY: William Gallagher
It is not a comment on society. 
It is not a forum for philosophy. 
It is not your new voice. 
It is not a revolution.
Without form, without ego or intention,
Aesthetic Perfection is music without a cause. Influences are combined, songs composed.
Audio is recorded, edited, arranged and mixed. 
Music designed without purpose.

Daniel Graves.....Aesthetic Perfection

Far be it from me, as a listener and reviewer, to nay say the above. I am not even going to say But. Yet. Though I am going right now to look up the word confrontational. Ah here it is. I am confrontational too, I see. I think I am slightly less confrontational than I used to be though. Thats probably because I am a lot older than I used to be. OK. I will just deal with it, and be glad thats out of the way.
I have listened to a lot of crap in my life, though most times I am not so forthcoming about it. I do not want to ever foil, discourage, or Gott verbieten, even kill art. No, I would never do that. But the effort is sometimes a lot. A Lot. Its just my little cross to bear, here in this funny place where I exist, whose entrance was a vagina, of all things. I doubt if I will leave here in as good a position as when I came in, either. Too. Whatever.
Reiterating: I will never ever knowingly knock anything that even resembles art, and besides, there are many really fine artists @ Earth, its just that I listen to the really good ones so much I burn out on them. I am in the process of doing that now, with the music of Aesthetic Perfection, who is Daniel Graves, and who reminds me, as a talent, of Trent Reznor. Mostly because he is one guy, and only uses other talents live. Understand this too: when I first listened to Nine Inch Nails, it was very very different music. When I bought Reznors Pretty Hate Machine all those years ago it was a total gamble. I liked the name of the cassette (!) and I liked the name of the group, but there was no listening ahead of time, no internet, and certainly no pre-exposure by the insane clowns in mainstream media. I had to be one of the very first customers of NIN, and I was going out on a limb because there was just nowhere else to go; even back then I was totally fried on the nepotistic mediocre repititious redundant anti-intellectual BS pushed on the listening audiences of the world I lived in.
Yes that sux, it sux bad, but I fight, and I put as much effort into my fighting as I do in encouraging art. It literally takes pieces of me, gobs of flesh, to do this at times, is what I mean to say.
What else is there though? Nothing. No Thing.
Please do not confuse my reference to Nine Inch Nails here...there may be some similarities between Reznors first effort and Violent Emotion, the second CD of Daniel Graves, aka Aesthetic Perfection, yes there are a few, but Aesthetic Perfection is so new and good sounding to these tired old ears that I am sitting here writing about it. And the test of tests: I BOUGHT the cd! I do not do that much anymore. Most times I am happy tracking down the things I like, which, because of the really crappy physical media over the decades, have all gone to heaven a few times at least. Mom dumped all the vinyl years ago, my Hawkwind, my Isao Tomita, my KRAFTWERK for Gotts sake...and then of course I fell into the trap, the literal PIT which anyone my age fell into, the ever present and ever deteriorating years of cassettes and 8 track tapes. What a joke. I don't even want to think about all that. It is the most embarassing experience of my life. I sometimes pray to Gott and ask HOW AND WHY DID I GET STUCK ON THIS BACKWARD BALL OF MUD ??? Just another little cross to bear, here in the land of cruci-fiction and Fox news.
Back to Aesthetic Perfection, the band, and the CD "A VIOLENT EMOTION". I hear many oddly familiar things here too, things that were almost there 20+ years ago, but still growing: foetus, Boris Mikulic, 3 teens kill 4, Controlled Bleeding, Tones on Tail, Finitribe, SP, TKC, you get it...all the once exciting stuff which I now know verbatim; the music that has become some sort of jaded calliope, which is now just the background music in my dreams. Daniel Graves adds another twist to this, a clarity and brightness which has been a long time coming, but no less powerful for all that. He has learned his lessons thoroughly, and his ear is professional and creative. He evokes and he elicits and he knows how and he does it well.
I'd been surfing, a perfect place to hunt the kind of things I am looking for, and I was just doing the lists, giving songs 15-20 seconds to impress me. Hardly any did. Then I got an Aesthetic Perfection. I let it play. I played another, then watched the video. It was The Great Depression. Then I heard Living the Wasted Life. That was the one. I went right to I-tunes and bought the CD, didn't think twice, been listening ever since. It is bad ass, It is sick, It is the Illest, I cannot get over It. There are only two tunes I don't care for, and they are a nice contrast to the otherwise Buddha Bear Skunk Kind which is what the rest of the work reminds me of. There is just none better right now. And I know. Believe me. I know. The whole damned thing fills me with a glowing Schadenfreude I did not even realize was possible at this stage of the game. It is anti-despair. Thanks D, I don't care what it is or isn't, it is strength and you are generous. Keep Going.
Aesthetic Perfection is more than just rain in the desert, more than just food to a starving man: it is like having a friend jump into the fray as I am getting my butt kicked by 12 or 13 faceless stinking zombies all wearing nothing but puke green t-shirts emblazoned with two letters in dark purple -- FM. The only negative to Aesthetic Perfections "A Violent Emotion" is the fact that the cd glaringly highlights the...ehhhhh.....mediocrity to which my ears are generally subjected, and thats unpretty, but I am used to unpretty here in La La Land. It is the normal state of things in fact. Fortunately there are Deviations occasionally.

A Violent Emotion
1. The Violence
2. Spit it Out
3. Schadenfreude
4. The Siren
5. A Quiet Anthem
6. Living the Wasted Life
7. The Great Depression
8. Pale
9. Arsenic on the Rocks
10. The Ones

Industrial to Indie Rock, New Wave to Black Metal, Folk to Gothic,
Rock to Gansta Rap.
Sounds Like
Everyone else... but different...

Review by Bill Gallagher

The Schomberg Fair vs. Big John Bates and the Voodoo Dollz

You know how people sometimes read the paper/a magazine backwards? Last page to front page (guilty)... sometimes I like to write backwards... I know it's not the same, it would be more like somebody reading this review backwards which I doubt anybody ever would do. But I totally wrote this backwards and it feels really odd that I'm doing my whole ending spiel in the first paragraph. I feel like I'm back in school writing an essay or something. It's like the Momento of reviews, with absolutely no violence and not entertaining in the slightest (I know this because I've already written it).
So if it makes no sense at all, and I'm too lazy to fix it (which I will be) then I fail and we both move on and live happily ever after. Blah blah blah suck it.
If you haven't seen Big John Bates (& The Voodoo Dollz) live yet then baby.. *instert BTO hit song title here!* !
I'm not even joking.
I have never seen anything like it.
First off their psychobilly set up (and sound) was great, Big John on guitar, some hot chick on stand up bass and the drummer in the back... but what happened on the stage in between them all was electrifying (for your penis)!!
They had two MORE hot chicks in burlesque'y outfits dancing around, playing with fire, fighting each other and ripping each others clothes off... not to mention they 'dragged' a dude on stage to (I'm guessing here) do shots out of their tit devices?
I mean, their TITS were on FIRE at one point! And there was liquor and handcuffs and blindfolds... and DANCING! :O
I so wish my camera was better so that I could have caught all that fun stuff on film. D'OH I didn't even THINK of videotaping it while it was happening... holy shit I'm a rEhtard. Anyway it was good stuff.
The band themselves were pretty wicked as well. Except for that damn bitch on bass (love her) made me realize that I will never amount to being able to play an instrument as well as I want to. I saw her stand up bass and immediately pegged it as easy and decided I might give it a try... I mean I love the Mario level 4 Big World and so I figured the same logic applied to real life.
Only once she got going all hope I had flew out the window as I watched her delicate little hands move like magic across those strings. She hit notes when I couldn't even see her fingers touching them, and believe me I was watching. That would take me years to master, and I'm pretty lazy so I regret to inform you that I've already given up on that idea. whomp whomp.
Anyway, the set was awesome, and totally entertaining, and the best part (for those without dicks) was when they featured a crazy drum solo where dude played with 4 sticks at once, handed two off to Big John who started helping him play and was then left to man the drums himself while the real drummer went out and started drumming on the stand up bass, AS the bassist climbed ON TOP of the bass and balanced there while he played.
You have no idea how happy I am that I got to see The Schomberg Fair again.
The first time at Sneaky Dee's was LEGEN-wait for it ------------------------->DARY.
This time on a much bigger stage and a much different audience and I was once again blown away... blown to smithereens... blown right out of the water... whatever way she blew I was blown.
Picture this:
A shit load of punk kids shipped in to work in the cotton fields back in the day, singing all these old spiritual songs while working robotically in constant sorrow. And then picture later at night when they're all letting loose after a hard day of work around the campfire drinking jager and singing along with the bullfrogs... while possibly doing speed.
That's exactly what The Schomberg Fair are like.
Or whatever.
That bass of thurrs is pretty much the essence of my existence, and the drums and guitars sometimes rock out so fast that you can't even hear them anymore. Only you can and it's AWESOME.
And with absolutely no stage aids (not knocking it because that was some sweet ass shit Big John had there!) they managed to actually hold my attention every second along the way, I'd say even more so than the free titties did. (this is a case of lack of penis syndrome).
*drum roll please*
The Schomberg Fair, just as much fun to watch/hear as Big John etc but without needing all the tits and ass to do it!
(If I were a dude, or if I actually had a penis like I joke that I do, the winner clearly would have been the band with tits and me dick and balls and that would be a whole other story altogether.... one involving me running on stage...*leaves the rest to your imagination*)

Here are some pictures!

I'm Sarah. I do what I want.

The Ruby Spirit - Born Under A Veil

So The Ruby Spirit's (apparently used to be Sadie May Crash by the way) 6 song EP Born Under A Veil finally came in the mail today (yay!) with a fun envelope and poster inside (so cute) along with the cool looking packaging of the album that looks a lot more professional than I'd expect from a smaller Toronto band..

I'm going to save most of this review for next Saturday when I see them live at the Mod Club (Dec. 4) because I can already tell that these guys are going to be out of this world.. Or at least I hope they are.. No pressure guys, I'll be wasted by midnight so I'll probably think everything is 'out of this world' by then ;) !
Damn though, I'm really looking forward to the show now. I am getting pretty into their sexy bass-driven indie-dance-pop from a stage in space sound.
There is a lady marmalade-like quality to the music where I feel like I"m watching them doing some really classy burlesque dance moves in front of me while performing which just adds to the appeal of seeing them live in real life and not just in my head.
It's artsy enough for me to notice and call them out for it, but I won't because they have this punky Billy Joel quality to them that is strong enough to stop the artsy odor where it starts.. and it's 99% affective too!
Seriously though, can't wait for the show.
Hope to see you there!!

I'm Sarah. I do what I want.

I'M BACK! .... finally.

Mamma = me.
I didn't really go anywhere physically but the last few weeks my brain has been deep fried in too-much-music-grease.
Not that there is such a thing as TOO much music.
There totally isn't, I don't care what anybody says.
But there was a point where I couldn't listen to anything consistantly, or all the way through, or very often aside from my favourite punk rock that nobody could ever tear my ears away from. Honestly, at work I chose anything but music to pass the time and outside of work I would begrudgingly force myself to play whatever it was that I had to write about and immediately resort back to The Loved Ones and then a movie or TV after I finished.
Those days are fini.
I think my computer crashing and erasing my entire harddrive MAY have been a good thing.
As upset as I was that I lost every season of everything and every movie I hadn't even watched yet and thousands upon thousands of punk rock songs I was sent the last 3 years through the blog that I could never possibly remember to replace..(my computer was STACKED)... I think that there has been a major upside in starting over. I had high hopes that I would actually be able to fit all my music on my Iphone once again but I'm already way past the point of overload.
Which means I have to buy an Ipod, one with GB's upon GB's of room, and you have no idea how excited I am for this.
I have already replaced my library with every album from my years at HMV that I obsessed over... and this being the most intense music time in my life I treasure the sound of these records far deeper than as just music. Songs from this era make me so happy when I hear them and remind me of who I was when I was a lot more care-free and still somewhat excited about life.
Those were the days.
Anyway, imagining being able to have EVERYTHING on my computer on one portable device again is just overwhelming, and has totally gotten me back into the groove of listening to music nonstop.
Right now I am listening to Bend Sinister on repeat.
Do you ever feel that an album was written for you specifically?
Those certain albums that no matter what's happening in your life it will cheer you up, time and time again throughout different situations...
Or maybe those situations are always similar because you're like me and have the worst luck of all time that keeps coming back to haunt you.
Sometimes I think I really am haunted...
I have this eerie fuckin luck that seems entirely intentional from a third party watching me at all times, watching me for entertainment purposes... a real good laugh and some minor dumb drama.
When I say things out loud that I assume will happen or want to happen they immediately won't, and they won't in a way that it's a slap in the face because I was so sure of it. And there is never explanation. Literally the opposite of what I want (when spoken out loud) just always ends up happening.

Anyway, fuck you evil haunting spirits.
Bend Sinister has got my back right now, chasing away the bad luck ghost and putting things back into perspective with their uplifting no-drama lyrics that always make me feel better about my constant shitty life situations.
"Things will get better! It might take forever, but things will get better!"
I can't wait to see them again.

I'm Sarah. I'm also haunted.

Smoke Or Fire - Speak Easy

Press play on the first song… it takes a few seconds before the drums come in and when they do the unique beat sends you into instant bliss.
I’m no drummer. I love the drums as an instrument but don’t normally pick them out as my favourite part of a song… but Smoke Or Fire’s drummer I just can’t shake from my focus. I’ve listened to the first minute of track 1 about 10 times already just to hear the rolling pitter patter of my heart as it matches the beat.
There is something so concise about the way each SorF member plays their instrument which must be blamed for the euphoric grin that demands control of my lips every time I hear them. Their new album The SpeakEasy surpasses any previous reaction to the music by forcing a maniacal laugh from an even bigger grin that can only be described as ‘shit-eating’.
And I’m only on the fifth track so far.
I’m doubting how much command I will have left over my facial expression by the end of this album, and how detached from the painful reality of work I will be.
*fingers crossed for very*
Considering the fact that I call myself a writer I am actually having a very hard time describing just how incredible this new album makes me feel when I hear it.
Then again I’ve never been very good at feelings.
In fact, my greatest weakness is admitting to and expressing that I have any feelings at all.
Like Rihanna I pretend to be hard.
Which is the other main reason that I am so in love with this band - oh wait, was that just an expression of a feeling? I’m also a liar apparently. - The majority of their lyrics are about real life, worldly issue-type topics that actually mean something when you really listen… one of my favourite examples off the new album being “Monsters Among Us” about having faith in humanity which is something that I struggle with every single day along with anybody who watches or reads the news and has any sort of empathy whatsoever. There’s no way you can label these guys emo but thrown into this mix of meaningful contention are a few songs referencing personal emotions that even I can relate to without feeling like a huge loser. “Neon Light” was immediately one of them, mostly because of the "I need a drink" line and partly because whenever shit gets complicated for me I have the same reaction of just wanting to fly away.
*Sidenote: I don't know why I've thought about this so much but it might have something to do with being a huge Animorphs fan when I was younger, haha, anyway if I were able to transform into ONE animal/come back to life as an animal of my choice I would choose LOON. Seriously. Loon's have the best of all 3 worlds (take that Hannah Montana!).. they can swim for extended periods of time, they can chill out on land AND they can fly.*
Anyway, if the ENTIRE album weren’t so outrageously good I would just be listening to that one track ("Neon Light") on repeat for the rest of the day.
Instead I’m going to be looping the whole thing for weeks to come probably.

I'm Sarah. I do what I want.


I really need to shower.
I mean REALLY need to shower.
I'm sure I smell..
In fact my bed and my keyboard are probably being saturated with my dirty stench while I write this..
It's not my fault.
I should also be writing reviews.
Two albums came in the mail yesterday and they are GOOD albums.
And I still am just sitting here,
Again, not my fault.
Who's fault is it you ask?
This guy's:

Well, not the ballin' cat specifically.
This is the part where we play some pictionary:
Or charades:?
(I don't know, I'm bad at games that don't involve tongue)
-Three words.
-A band.
-Relates to the balla' above...
Give up?
[I'm aware that I'm writing to nobody]
The Cat Empire.
I can't stop listening to them!
I am sitting in my own filth and loving it because this sweet sound is coming from my speakers.
And I have no intentions of stopping until I've listened to every song on the two albums in front of me.
And by the time I finish I'll probably just be too tired to do shit and go to bed.
Ah procrastination... probably the reason why a lot of people smell bad.

Also: Is that cat (; 'petting' ;) itself?

*EDIT: It sounds like I just found this band... negative. I've heard these songs hundreds of times over, and STILL I can't stop. EVEN MORE PREPOSTEROUS, I know.*

I'm Sarah. I procrastinate.

Uplift --- Toronto Hardcore!

Shai Hulud plays the Hard Luck Bar tomorrow night in Toronto - wicked - so I decided I'd better check out the other bands so that I know what I'm getting myself into when I go...
While doing this I discovered Uplift an awesome, heavy, hardcore band from right here in the city!
I am so much more stoked for this show now.
Check them out if you like Shai Hulud etc, and come out to the show tomorrow night if you live in Toronto!


I'm Sarah. I do what I want.


I just found like my new favourite band, ever.
Rowdy oldschool hardcore with not one but two Bob Saget references for fans of 90's television.
With boisterous melodies breaking up the rambunctous headbangable tunes this album is also perfect for fans with ADD/ADHD.
Maybe I should tell you who they are now...
Mother-fucking Savage Brewtality and their album The Last Slice.

More like the last slice of penis in my anus!! WHAAT!
Seriously I can't get enough.
They're streaming the album FOR FREE on so CHECK IT OUT HERE!

I'm Sarah. I do what I want.

Elos Arma's Good News for Bad People..

It's probably just due to the similar title, but when the first track off of Good News For Bad People by came on I immediately thought they were going to rip off Modest Mouse... right up until the vocals hit, grabbing onto this more punk-like sound that dismissed most of the Modest Mouse connection, although not all of it.
It totally began to sound like Panic At The Disco had their dick in Modest Mouse's ass, totally dominating them for control over how the album should sound. And by golly I like it!
And may or may not be a little turned on by it... that image especially ^^.
Something about the music sets this band apart from most of the lame crap of this emo-electro-pop-indie genre and it's sporadic and unpredictable music paired with strong and demanding vocals (like a man's backhand, HEYO) are so perfectly put together to tear your heart apart. I can't help sinking into the sound of the singers voice and letting it whisk me back into my ***** little emo high school self... and to be honest I don't mind getting sucked into their trippy dreamworld of emo magic.
I actually can't get enough of it.
This is an album I'll definitely have to buy, even though it's streaming on their bandcamp for free.
Right now I'm attempting to write an interview for the band at the same time as this review (multi-tasking-WHAT) and the only question that I keep coming back to is "how the fuck are you so awesome"... but that's obviously a lame question and it's not like I want to suck their dicks or anything *pulls collar*. So I'll leave that one out... Check back for the interview soon though!

I'm Sarah. I do what I want.

The Night The Atom Age Became INTERNATIONAL!

Word of advice: Don't pick up a bearded dragon when it's colour has turned completely black (and he's normally light yellow). Trust me. Apparently this means that they are pissed right off, and in Bill Nye's case it meant he needed to claw his way as close to my neck as dragonly possible in a frenzy... since neck heat is clearly the only way he could feel better. Of course this left mad scratches across my chest just in time for my interview with The Atom Age, leaving me looking like I had just gotten into a fight (or a rough fuck) with a midget with long arms and even longer nails.
Luckily nobody brought it up, and I managed to complete the interview without much pain... Check it out here!
The Atom Age played later on last night at the Bovine with a band called Zpitts. Pretty good name if you ask me. Theirs was one of the more interesting sets that I've seen lately, with only a drummer and a guitarist and an entire fake city set up on the stage (at the BOVINE of all places = hilarious) equipped with planes hanging from the ceiling and a blow up doll... not to mention confetti later on.
Basically a set up like this means one of two things:
1. The band is spectacular and their talent matches the elaborateness of the set in a well put-together stage show.
2. The band sucks. And need to add silly little gimmicks to hide behind in hopes that you don't notice just how much they suck.
Unfortunately for Zpitts I'd have to say the second option was more fitting.
I mean, they weren't horrible... but they weren't good enough to warrant a fake city, and since nobody fucked the doll (they only Godzilla'd a couple of the fake buildings) then I wasn't sold on the performance.
To be fair musically they were definitely impressive for only two instruments but it would have sounded about ten times better with the low end sound of the bass involved and I couldn't figure out why they would have chosen not to incorporate a third member (you ain't no White Stripes bitches). The part I had the most problem with was vocals... about 80% of the time I just could not stand the sound of that voice.. whether he was singing, yelling or what.
Talking was the exception, that I didn't mind because they were funny as shit. Actually funny enough to make me have a sort of change of heart (remember that show?) while I was writing my notes. The witty banter almost made me reconsider everything I had written, and there were even a couple songs near the end that I downright loved... but then the last song sucked, plain and simple, (would have been much better with bass, just sayin') and I decided not to have a change of heart after all. SO FUCK 'EM!
The Atom Age on the other hand, please FUCK ME! From the second they hit the stage they were already rocking harder than my grandma on coke in her rocking chair. (dumb). And they were tight as shit. And fully entertaining. And just pure fucking awesome.
The stage was full with 4 members in the front (they have a mofo'ing sax player yo) who all sang, and a drummer taking it in the back, making up for any lack of performance from the previous band without hesitation.
The sax player was my favourite pulling hilarious dance moves that included some pole dancing and perusing through the audience with his horn(s)(hehe) and because of him (with help from the rest) there was never a dull moment. The banter was even wittier this time around and had me almost pissing my pants on numerous occasions, and in the end they showcased their drummer's wicked skillz with a spotlighted solo that left me feeling like I was RAPED WITH JOY after watching their set.


I was too spent after that joy raping and didn't stay for Unbelievables. OOPS!

I'm Sarah. I do what I want.


Oh oh oh oh!
New Girl Talk!
After 2 and ½ years wait, All Day has finally been released.
Or is it...
Once again his song choice is superb.
For example: My favourite track so far "This Is The Remix" features Herbie Hancock, Bananarama, Lil’ Kim, Genesis, Jackson 5, NWA, Busta Rhymes, DMX, Beastie Boys, Simon and Garfunkel, Third Eye Blind (yes "Semi-Charmed Kind of Life"), LL Cool J and The Clash…
I’ve already jizzed in my pants 6 times and that’s only to name a few artists in that ONE SONG ALONE!

In another song he even adds in FUGAZI.
Enough said.



I'm Sarah. I do what I want.

Showbread - Who Can Know It?

Okay. So I'm really not supposed to smoke anything in my house but it's pouring rain outside right now and I am kind of drunk and just wanted to get a lil baked while I wrote this review... Unfortunately I'm a dumbass and went from smoking my pipe which was much easier to conceal smoke-wise to rolling a joint and not taking any measures to cover it up... except opening the window, which worked to my disadvantage because the wind was strongly blowing everything back into my room.
Ay caramba!
So my upstairs dick neighbour just came racing noisily down the stairs and started ringing our doorbell angry as shit. Despite my weasle-y attempt to turn up Simon & Garfunkel (I listen to it to pump myself up) and drown out the marijuana police I ended up getting caught red-handed. Looking back on it I probably should have picked something like A Wilhelm Scream to drown out the insistent ringing of the asshole.. d'oh.
I now have the equivalent to blue balls gazing longingly at the rest of the joint I can't smoke.
I'm pissed.
I forget where this is going...
Oh yeah!
This has absolutely nothing to do with the Showbread album I'm about to talk about.

Aside from the fact that I'm now having serious concentration problems.
This is my problem lately... everything else is more interesting to me than writing reviews.. and so I think I've come up with a good way to fix it. Partly by going back to my blogger roots by talking about my personal life ^^ and in regards to the actual music I should talk about I'm going to start making little comics to describe how I felt through each album instead!
Hope you like comics, MUAHAHA!

My apologies for the spelling mistakes and other errors... like I said, I'm kind of drunk... actually since that comic took me like half an hour to make I'm that much MORE drunk now. OOPSIES!

I'm Sarah. I do what I want.