Get Wrecked

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What a technicolor dreamcoated week its been with Klaxons and company. Several milkshakes, sequined caps, neon sneakers, one tattoo, one birthday, skeleton gloves, DAF videos, iTunes wars, one nausea-inducing backed up hotel room toilet and two live performances later... I find peace, silence and the ability to flush an absolute godsend. That is, until my mobile goes off and my new favorite fellow intern, Alex (aka the Swedish Brigitte Bardot), rings me up and beckons me out for another consecutive night of what can only be described as WreckFest06. I would oblige but my legs are like wet noodles this evening and my eyelids feel like they weigh more than Eazy-E's uzi. For real.

The Midway show on Tuesday night, despite the heavily distorted sound and low drums in the monitor, was some wicked, wicked fun. Apparently, the consensus amongst the blogerati was that it ran too late which could be explained by the late soundcheck and the mega RSVP list. Long lines meant some difficulty getting downstairs. Still, if you managed to get in and decided to stick around, wasn't the siren to die for? And those harmonies? Simon's jacket, even? What about getting a chance to see the mysterious and softspoken 4th Klaxon? Well we really enjoyed the evening and I'd certainly love to get my greedy hands on a copy of the tracks they performed that weren't on the EP. Ace tunes that I can't get out of my head.

Ah, I spoke too soon. Hianta over at Fluo Kids has the (leaked?) digital download for instant gratification purposes:

♫ Klaxons - Golden Skans @ Fluo Kids
I admit I was disappointed with the reviews the following morning, some so daft that they anticipate a swift Test Icicles-esque demise to their career. Sometimes I feel like music bloggers have become just as contemptible as those serious, sourpuss print critics.

Lots of Modular NY/UK family bonding Thursday at the Soulwax show where Alex and I worked the guest/will call list. I was a first-timer so it took some getting used to uttering those 5 infamous words, "You're not on the list". It went well though and despite not being able to see Soulwax's set, we could still hear it and did our best at chair dancing behind the window. Backstage shenanigans followed shortly thereafter. Mission to photograph Michael Stipe who was sitting a few feet away: accomplished. JDH and Dave P. were dropping some serious jams all night. Can you dance to my bleep? Again, slightly bummed I spent most of the night sitting down but there was decent company all around. And who could resist taunting Milo of Merok Records with stories of beautiful European ladies? Far too easy and amusing to make everyone blush when the alcohol is flowing like tap water.


By the way, you can grab a hard copy of Klaxons' Atlantis to Interzone remixes on vinyl from Merok. Includes contributions from Metronomy, that Third Eye Mafia remix that drives everyone wild, Tapedeck, Crystal Castles, etc. Support Milo's awesome sweater fund.