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It’s not for the cock, it’s for album of the decade #4
Dec 15th
Aaaaaaaand the fourth album up in our so far successful series of posts, which aims to provide some guest writers a chance to voice their opinions on some of the best albums released this decade, is 2003s ‘Zoo Psychology’ by Ex Models, chosen by Michael M from the band We Are The Physics. The fantastically frantic Scottish punk of WATP can be found here, along with all other relevant information such as alternative media platforms like TWITTER and FACEBOOK and EMAIL  and PAGERS and PIGEON CARRIER INFORMATION…
Anyway, here are Michael’s warm and fuzzy thoughts centred towards Ex Models (thank you Michael!):
It’s not for the cock, it’s for album of the decade #3
Dec 12th
Third up in our albums of the decade series is ‘All Hour Cymbals’ by Yeasayer, kindly picked by Dan Djan. Dan is the bass player in the very good band Fiction (let their spiky little numbers lick your brain here), seems to be a pretty casually successful artist and- along with us at INFTC- organises gigs under the banner of ‘Kids’. Here’s what he has to say: More >
It’s not for the cock, It’s for album of the decade 2
Dec 9th
Second up in our series of posts by guest writers is a man who not only founded the label Holy Roar, which boasts an impressive back catalogue featuring bands such as Gallows, Dananananaykroyd and Trash Talk, but has also destroyed stages, and probably lives, across the country playing with Cutting Pink With Knives and his new band Betty Pariso. It’s the most brutal and hardcore person we dare to associate with here at Cock Towers, it’s Alex Fitzpatrick and here are his thoughts about Meanderthal by Torche. More >
It’s not for the cock, it’s for album of the decade #1
Dec 5th
So, first up in our hardly original but quite fantastically executed idea of asking various different people to write a piece on one of their favourite albums released in “the noughties” is Choltida Pekanan with ‘They Were Wrong So We Drowned’ by Liars.
Choltida is the editor of the art, music, fashion and photography webzine, www.supersweet.org and these are her lovely thoughts and memories on said album:
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It’s not for the cock, it’s for a review of the decade
Dec 5th
The Recession, 9/11, The Internet, Terrorism, George Bush, July 7th 2005, Big Brother, Reality Television, Social Networking, Celebrity, Tony Blair, Online Shopping, The First Black President, The Smoking Ban, I-Pods, Borat, Banksy, Chavs…
In no chronological or logical order, these are just some of the things that the decade dubbed “the noughties” may be remembered for.
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.
It’s not for the cock, it’s for my first Spotted Dick.
Oct 16th
Although this is the blog’s fourth edition of Spotted Dick this is my first contribution to a feature which has unarguably taken the music world by storm since it’s conception and put a previously little known music application firmly on the map. More >