Careful Kids

A word of warning from a currently one handed blogg writer.
Hot frying pans full of oil are dangerous!
and should be used with great caution.

note to self, do not pour smoking hot oil all over your hands and arms
it will burn alot. and cause alot of pain.

bonuses to this activity include
free morphine, time off work, and a kickass bandage that makes me look like a boxer.

RINSE! blog does not condone burning of oneself in order to skiive or otherwise cheat your
way out of work, or the purposely injuring of oneself in order to gain access to free opiates
on the nhs.

its not big and its not clever.

stay safe kids. stay out of the kitchen! x

FIVE DAYS

yes.. the countdown is officially on. less than a week now until a stormer
of a weekender to be heading in Reading Festival my friends. Oh yes..
we at RINSE! shall be larging it up, thursday through monday. so expect
some content on the throwdowns when we return.
five days motherfucker. get involved! yes

reccommendation of the dayy

bought this gem of a vinyl earlier. a classic pressing from the sixties.

from the folks at the beeb. bee bee cee for you lahmans.
the radiophonic workshop.
to quote the sleeve:-
"the bbc radiophonic workshop provides a creative service (yes they do, fuck) ranging
from complete background scores of electronic music for radio and television production,
through sound for poetry and science fiction to signature tunes: periodically, complete
experimental stereo programmes are originated and produced"

soo yeh. a pretty bizarre mixx of studio sounds mixed to make immense soundscapes
that will blow your mind. a rare gem and hard to find. not available on crapp discs (cds)
soo get diggin in them vinyl crates if you want it enough. its out there. and you should listen
to it.

im going back for some more...

x //out

more bandnames... oh yes.

yes. there has been more spitballin' during the latest hiatus we've been having.
and so. yes. (ive said that three times in the last minute) here they are.

i am error
fire, girl
baby vee
broken glass suicide attempt
burst blood vessels
a winner is you
truimph or die
word to audio give
aaron carter's dead
post host


and thats it for now.
we're out for a fagg.
not just anyy fagg though, its gonna be a gauloises.
frenchh motherfucker..

bon nuit. what a present!
what did i give in return? - a fone charger no less. what a great exchange here at rinse haich cew.




...c'est bon. out!

to put things in perspective..

"well as far as i'm concerned, you know... we her friends. and well if the only thing holding them back is the fact that she might have a miscarriage then. why not?"
"yeh.. i mean if it happens then we'll go through it with her..."
"yeh.. ya kno.. its life innit"


full blown wacked out perspective of life and death shared by a pair of bicyclists who passed
while we were havin a cheeky tabb.

well ya kno.. if a baby dies. thats life init!
- waw...

it's done! it's permanent

yes.. the other one fully got the design inked up on monday!
how fuckin' cool is that. pics should be up shortly.. or maybe
not as there will be time spent in france between now and a
weeks time. and we all kno the french dont do cameras or
fotography!

anyways. im sure you're all waiting in eager anticipation
for when the pic gets posted. it'll be worth it im sure.. (ish)

haha.

holdtight .x

drawing up...

the other one is badgering about a tattoo design. soo imma get pencil pushing.
if i come up with anything decent he may just get it inked tommorow after i finish work.
stay tuned for the update. how fun! x

sorry liverpool...

turns out we're not planning on playing gigs in your swine infested city, anytime in the near future, if at all if we're honest. it's not wholy personal. sure you were named was named the european capital of culture for 2008 but that was last year and we think it would be no great loss, and we're not looking to get bowl haircuts and play in a cavernous tavern anytime soon thanks.

good one for trying though...

we will contact you if our plans change. for now your loss liverpool, you will be walking alone (atleast without us) for the time being.

radio four.

not often would i condone such a rediculous corner of the British Broadcasting Corporation's arsenal of airwave shows. i'll be honest, its not usually my bag. far to much talking and discussing and not enough slammin' music. its enough to make travolta eat a pair of flares!

but tonight, while waiting around for a score, we chucked on the radio in the wheels, and
scanning the airwaves stumbled across a rather scufflin' little discussion on the radio. radio four to be exact.

the first was around the fact that top dollah presenters on the bbc not having to declare their earnings to the public.

• what's wrong with that i hear you ask? well, in all fairness, i wouldn't demand to know mr joe bloggs who works in the local twenty four hour garage's yearly income before taxx, because that is personal information which he is entititled to keep private. however, the owner of that garage knows how much he is paying that guy for the job, and anyone else who is a part of that company can ask to know. sooo using this theory... since we all pay (presumably) our tv license. we are therefore a stakeholder of the bbc, a public service company. hence, i wana know, why the fuck you're giving jonathon ross a rediculous multi 6 figure salaryy. silly bastards. thats a rediculous amount of money for anyone to have, how can you even justify it?

the second was about the digital switchover and the effect analogue switch off of radio to DAB in 2015.

• we at rinse! obviously are fans of retro media as it were, still rocking an analogue four track to lay down recordings and so forth, soo it was interesting to see that although we're all for vinyl, casettes, and everything lo fi and analogue lovers, we would actually support a digital switch. fuck, i mean in 6 years technology would have moved on significantly, our needs as media consumers would have increased, with wanting content on demand, re listening facilities, a greater choice of programming and so forth. the way this to be delivered - the digital switch.
  
  the argument against was the fact that smaller independant radio stations who have invested so much all ready into analogue broadcast equiptment would then need to upgrade their gear, but wouldn't have the massive funding the more commercial stations have and particularly the bbc. soo i hear you scream, the voice of independant music is lost in the analogue switch off. no avenue outside the corporate monster.
  
  not true... see point incase that so many people are now branching out to using the internet for musical exposure, self promoting their music, indie radio online, podcasts and so on. there are still avenues within the digital world, for hardcore and independant bodies to get heard. it's all about updating your methods and swinging with the times.
  
  and if you're still yearning to put out on analogue, surely there would still be a way of broadcasting analogue signals in the style of pirate radio - im not sure on the specifics of how much of a analogue switch off there will be - wether there would be infrastrructure in place to be able to broadcast and receive. i can't see why not. so even that is an option.
  
  when you think about it, it doesnt seem like there much of an argument is there? johnny bawbags traditionalist needs to realise how shits moving on, boundaries are being expanded, and technology is advancing. get on that shit.

so there it was, a pretty concise re-iteration of what went down in the car earlier. it turns out radio 4 can be a good little conversation point on a one cloudy sundays eve, when waiting to score drugs.

go discuss. x

xxzxcuzx me.

well all you die hards would know what this post is about from the title.
for the lesser informed. it is only writing about Crystal Castles, oh yes. The toronto duo are absolutely tearing it. ok, they're not new, but whats that to do with anything.
As put by the band themselves : "we are crystal castles we are 1 boy and 1 girl we are named after She-Ra's home we play rough "

doesn't get much better than that.

for all you who are still sat there thinking what i'm harping on about, i'll spare you the agony.
here's what you are missing out on.

http://www.myspace.com/crystalcastles
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MveATYWPT8w
and just to topp it off. Alice Glass, giving it some at the end
of fabulous fest. I less than three the fuck outta this woman.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=M1htj4t6e3Q
who the fuck needs a drum kitt anyway, when you're this good.


godspeed. x

angry seagulls.

we DID! listen to the music, and yes it was sahlammmin.
there was no green, soo there was no review.

keep wired for the lates review son. soon.

at the end of the day. teqquila's and dodgy second, hand, harvey wall bangers are
a no go!
KIDS1 do not drnk tequila. its good, allmost too good. but ista no go.

but there it is. hold tight again. its dropping soon!

peee esss..

dj jezzas dead - 'eroin overdose init. and his brother.
dj jezzas bros dead too - 'eroin init. gutted.

soo there it is. angryy gulls over mcee deess, dead djs on heroin, and a fuckin
shocker on the alcohol seen. all in all a quiet nite out for the RINSE! guys.
aurevoir. bon nuit. good night.


cunts! x

Holy Roar Bomb Drop.

Well i had been away from home since tuesday, which is pretty standard practice nowerdays. So I was pretty stoked to hear than on my arriving home I had a package waiting for me. Instantly I knew what it was... a few weeks had past since buying this treasure trove of musical genius and nothing had been dropped through the door. I was beginning to think that little old postman pat, had shone a new liking to great hardcore music and had pilferred the package for his own listening pleasure. But in all fairness to Pat, he did not. He delivered. Banging.

Well there it was. One big square packed full record sleeve sat on my imitation pine vaneer table.

I couldn't wait any longer. I wipped open the package and shit went down!
Inside contained:

• the holy monsters split in PURPLE
• the throats rolo split vinyl
• the throats n maths split cd
• the throats n network split disc
• the youves album - which is currently on loop in the car - and my god isit good.
• a cheeky throats teeshirt (not the throats of gold one)
• annnd a fuckload of pinbadges.

packages don't get much better than that folks!
so the official premiere of all this musical merchandise is taking place tonight over a big bag of bain, be prepared for full review sometime in the near future.

holdtight hardcore.

peace, love, and bobby davro! x

new hair, new strides, and a cheeky yellow clipper.

pretty much the best combination ever to be conceived.

i'll set the scene. it's a wednesday. i buy a new pair of tweed superstars, (they are fuckin' slammin') haha, for thirty geebeeepees no less! waw. then go and get the hair chopped. into a very sporty little number mite i add. quite a bit shorter than the usual look i've been rocking. (yes this is when the magazine reading went down - see previous post!) so then we blitzed it back to band prac. a record time of 20 minutes dead was achieved. although many a life was put on the line several times - rinse! blog does not condone dangerous driving, for the record! we made it. in one piece which was the important thing...

anyway. a cheeky ffw >> here and the mood is tense. it's around seven, and the night was due to kick off in around an hour, it was told we were out for a quiet one (an usual story) but i had no intentions of going out quietly. soo there we were sat in your generic, american fast food outlet and i was feeling wired, on edge, and genuinely weird about the upcoming night out. i had no idea why. maybe it was the hair? was i keen on it? maybe i was excited to rock my new strides? afterall they were tweed?! yes. but no i couldn't put my finger on it. and this feeling stuck with me weeeell into the early round of the night. until alcohol to blood ratio become a little better stacked in the booze side of the ring.

so the night went on. pint after pint. with a cheeky frisky bison thrown in there. onto the jagerbombs, and more jagerbombs, broken by the odd cocktail and a vodka shot train. booom. all aboard the bangbus! - thing were loookin' good. i was feeling pumped. and there was decidely enough alcohol in my body now to vacate wind street, leaving behind the slags and the meatt'eads to a better place. (controvertial) hah!

well basicly, i went to the generic late opening alternative music bar, got even more tanked up, met a lovely woman, and from there I could leave it in the words of the great Lionel himself.
"...all night long!" yes, i'll let you interprett the rest. BOOM.

soo what a success. was it down to the new hair, the new strides, or the sunshine yellow clipper in my pocket. or was it just ment to be?
it doesn't really matter in all fairness. and it probably was a combination of all of that.

but i had a slammin' night out and thought i would tell the world.
this would have been written alot sooner and would have contained much more facts of the night however getting in at six thirty in the morning, doesn't exactly make you want to get on your blog game. and well... shits been busy the last few days. ha!

as they say in llanddaw, ciao for now! x