teen creeps

Hoo-ray. We got our snow in Kells. Earlier, I pulled socks over my hands in lieu of mittens, jimmied my feet into my mother's daisy-patterned wellingtons (she has big feet) and got to work on a snowman. Here's the photographic record of my endeavour.


From this angle he looks rather demented, eyeing up the house. A rogue snowman driven insane by his slowly melting brain, determined to destroy his human overlords. I gave him the mop purely for self-defense, which you'll find out is essential for a Kells snowman, but going by this photo I'm not sure that's all he'd use it for.

I took the photo at 3 o'clock. By 5, a bunch of young fellas dressed up as republican paramilitaries (wearing hoods, scarves and even sunglasses) had hopped the hedge into the garden, kicked the snowman to pieces and fucked a large amount of him at the back window. Such is the fleeting and tragic existence of all snowmen in Kells. He'd have done better in Cavan where, my fuming sister tells me, there are still proud snowmen more than three days old.

Now, some housekeeping...

I've been meaning for a while to write a blog about some new Irish music and told some people it would materialise in January. Bear with me 'cos I hope to have it up in a few days.

Lolo moved house to wordpress. Ch-ch-check her blog out. It's swell.

Thanks to anyone who nominated me for a blog award. I was chuffed to see my blog on the list. I think, however, that there are a few music blogs missed by the long list that really should be on there.

There is a lot of meaty new content over on Analogue Magazine, including an interview I did with the upcoming songwriter Dent May who recently signed to Animal Collective's Paw Tracks label.

As you saw, my brother posted here recently. I hope he'll fill some of the gaps between my posts if the research takes over too much in the coming months. 'Take my Breath Away', the new Gui Boratto album from which he retrieved a few MP3s has its moments of brilliance, but overall it's a bit stretched and tired, like the elastic in a discarded pair of maternity pajamas (the ones a heavily pregnant Boratto wore before giving birth to 'Beautiful Life'?). A few of the tracks, especially 'no turning back', smell overcooked and definitely too long for the simple ideas at their core. In trying to mine the same magical seam twice, Boratto has tipped slightly into the realm of stadium techno. It sounds a tiny bit, dare I say it, like the Chemical Brothers.

Today's MP3 comes from a band called Nodzzz. Presumably following the trend started by Wavvves they have an odd bunch of extra consonants in their name, making them a valuable word in indie-geek scrabble. When they aren't gluing extra zeds onto things Nodzzz are a solid lo-fi band who sound like they were sucked out of the embryonic period of British post punk and are almost inevitably going to appear on a quirky Foggy Notions poster before the year is out...

"Foggy Notions presents: upstairs in Whelans. Wavves, supported by Nodzzz, and local group Dubzzz."

This song is rocking though. The chorus tickles my Guided by Voices gland.

MP3: Nodzzz-In the city (contact high)