Ace Frehley unreleased album

OK so I was a Kiss fan, there you go. Before Gene made sweet love to his first dollar, they did write some OK tunes – and about ten thousand shit ones. Anyway, I’ve found this podcast the Classic Metal Show (CMS). And lo and behold, they claim they’ve found an unreleased Ace Frehley solo album. Now one thing I’ll say is that it’s easy to go Gene bashing. But Ace is usually put on a pederstool. Anyway in the indulgent eighties, it turns out old Ace tried his hand at some lame ass dance material of his own. Why would anyone pay for precious producer time, a recording studio and all that reel to reel tape to not release anything? It beggars belief. It’s kind of disco that was too late for disco, with Ace’s guitar licks all over it. Then there’s the ‘I like my dolls’ song, which has to be the peak of cocaine addiction if nothing else. Very strange indeed. But it’s mainly boxy bass patterns played on an eighties synthesiser that’s not rock, dance or anywhere near hip hop, but sadly trying to be all three. You can hear the CMS boys take the piss out of it track by track. A great podcast by the way too boys. I found it on iTunes and thought it may be a tad nostalgic. But it’s objective, a tad cynical and very now. If someone still rocks, they rock. If not they put their snakeskin boot in! Rawk \m/. If you really are into self aural mutilation, apparently you can find the Ace Frehley demos here....

Jonesy’s Jukebox rocks

What is Jonesy’s jukebox? It’s Steve Jones, guitarist of the on again/off again Sex Pistols and shit talker extraordinaire. Jones has been based in LA for quite some time and when in town, pommies flock to him like moths to a flame. The locals, they seem infactuated with his apparently large member and charming Shepherd’s Bush accent. I like it because in a funny kind of way, Jonesy has become the ultimate anti-punk. He’s no a chap in his fifties that sounds posh and very typically English old bean. But that is more or less circumstantial. He’s friggin’ awesome. Also because every podcast is a little bit impromptu, especially when there’s the odd Jam. There are some regular guests like his Pistols band mate, drummer Paul Cook. Let’s get one thing straight though. Sometimes he really shit talks and it would probably drive some people crazy. One really good example the other day was when Russel Brand (of Forgetting Sarah Marshall fame) talked for about 10 minutes about the clock on the wall. With all the music cut out (I think if they play more than 30 seconds they have to pay additional royalties) some shows are shorter than others. If for no other reason, listen because it shows something better than Hannah Montana is coming out of America. Anyway here is a link to all Episodes of Jonesy’s Jukebox. Or if you happen to be in LA, tune in at twelve...

New Wine Podcast on RRR radio

Hey Funkstas, more wine news! Over the summer break, the guys from the Eat It crew couldn’t be arsed and gave some other blokes a chance. Their show was called Plonk, and unlike Eat It, they deprecated the restaurants, fine dining and cooking and got to the heart of the matter: good vino! For better or for worse, when Cam and the Eat It boys resumed their awesome Sunday show, the Plonk boys lost their gig. RRR couldn’t find any air time for them. But they did think there was enough merit in doing a podcast – thank god! This is a one hour show and it looks like it will be a monthly podcast. Production quality is a bit naff, but the content is all great stuff. Three panelists talking all aspects of viticulture, tasting, the wine glut, vintages, regions, varietals, food matchings, you name it. The favourite is WWWW, or Wanky Wine Word of the Week! Each week they endeavour to demystify a new listeners wanky vinofile term. If you don’t know RRR, trust me this is cool community radio. So think young, laid back, totally non commercial and funky. Not old men with overalls and beards talking about things they found in their shed. Well worth a listen. Subscribe to the plonk podcast, or listen to the first...

Nardwuar The Human Serviette Rules

Lately I have been really digging listening to interviews. Because you listen to music all day at work on your headphones and you’re gonna get bored with it and just want some talk that’s interesting. That’s when I found Nardwuar the Human Serviette. Who the hell is Nardwuar? He’s a crazy plaid clad, irreverent, hysterical, slightly effeminite interviewer from British Colombia. A celebrity from nowhere, if maybe the local college radio scene. That in itself wouldn’t be noteworthy, it’s his interviewing style that puts even the most well touted celebrity off guard. This guy is a touch bizarre, but he’s very, very good. Every interview starts with “Who are you?!” Wham! A microphone in the face without any further ado. No patronising “OK we’re rolling” or any of that. Then comes a blitzkrieg of questions so left of field, so hysterically rambled out, yet so intricately researched, the subject of the interview doesn’t know whether to be outraged, complimented or just plain flabbergasted. It can and often does go either way. Oh and he’s the master of the segway. Particularly any segway that links the subject to his beloved Canada. Once Michael Moore was so taken back, his only response was ‘OK I thought it was coffee, now I know this guy’s on crack!’ Initially I was mistaken for thinking that this guy was some Canadian prime time personality. But he appears to have worked for a college radio station CITR for at least 10 years. On Nardwuar’s Youtube page, you’ll find a bunch of short sub 5 minutes interviews. But the on full podcasts of his radio shows,...

Is TV worthless?

For thousands upon millions of Luddites, everything in the house is positioned around TV screens.  Everything connects to it, but it really connects to nothing. You can watch anything you like, so long as what you want’s on. And it has all the latest broadcast technology, so long as your local networks offer it. Yet all the little luddites gather around it every night to bask in its cathode glow like Smurfs to a giant fucking blue mushroom every time something with Matt Le Blanc comes on. They know there’s a better way, but they’re hooked on the junk. 5 channels are the white rocks and the TV the spoon and syringe. So um, I might be one of few, but my TV was born in 1984 and hasn’t been used since about Febuary. And that was only because the computer blew up. It’s fake wood laminate cabinet sits in the corner gathering dust, pretty much just taking up valuable space. I just can’t get over how futile it really is. No matter what bright, shiny new objects they pack in at Harvey Norman, I still don’t see the point. Two years ago, I bought a reasonably big telly and gave it to my parents because I just, meh, have better use for the space. And for that matter, the effect it has on you. It wouldn’t matter if the TV was new either. It’s not an issue of technology or convergence. I couldn’t give a shit if my TV was brand spankers or leant how to butter toast, or do the dishes whilst I was watching Friends. Now...