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Archive for November, 2009
It’s not for the cock, it’s for a shit free evening.
Nov 26th
Atlas Sound/Cargo/15.11.09
It used to be well known that the success of a show involving Bradford Cox depended entirely on the musician’s fragile mood. However from the word go tonight seems to almost pinpoint the moment he fully transitions from tortured artist to wholesome entertainer. More >
It’s not for the cock, it’s for a naughty “noughties” playlist
Nov 23rd
The Noughties- Spotified
Here at Cock Towers, we are planning some pretty epic and mouthwatering content devoted to this past ten years of music. It’s gonna be good. I don’t want to tempt fate, but do they do awards in blog-centric coverage of a decade in music? If so…better start writing a speech.
It’s not for the cock, it’s for a perverse image of cannibalistic instruments
Nov 19th
Cymbals Eat Guitars @ The Lexington, London. 12/11/09
After much eager fawning from the likes of Pitchfork and Drowned in Sound, tonight’s showcase of Cymbals Eat Guitars sees the sold-out Lexington bristling with sticky anticipation from the relatively diverse crowd. Well, it’s not really diverse as such, but to witness a gig by a hyped new band in London where the punters are made up equally of “real” people- you know, with actual jobs and stuff- as it is by horrible, scrawny little fuckers who are there with a part of their brain reserved for cynicism just in case said band actually turn out to be ridiculed months later….where am I…? Yes…the Lexington has a variety of different sorts tonight and it’s a bit refreshing. But not massively.
It’s not for the cock, it’s for a fresh Spotted Dick
Nov 4th
Spotted Dick- 4th November 2009
We’ll keep the rambling pleasantries to a minimum today. You know the drill. And if you don’t, it’s not hard to figure out: here’s a playlist made on the one thing that, personally, goes any way into suggesting that there is in fact a God. i.e Spotify.