
Snapshot—which debuts tonight—is happening in about 30 minutes. Local upper-echelon tech-house talent (featuring residents Ctrl_Alt_Dlt and pantycontrol) in a Thai restaurant with wicked-strong drinks and food served till 1 am. Shutter to drink (and dance).
"Boom Boom Pow" by Black Eyed Peas.
It might be over a couple of months old and more than an easy target, but lo! The song refuses to fade away, still blobbing away and hurting everyone it touches, like the genocidal alien yogurt in 'The Stuff'.
(Something must be in the air, David.)
First, there was "Milkshake" by Kelis. Which gave us "My Humps" by Black Eyed Peas.
Then there was Arular by M.I.A. Which gave us "London Bridge" by Fergie.
Now, after last year's 808s & Heartbreak by Kanye West, Black Eyed Peas have gone into the studio again, considered their options, and raped the bandwagon.
Can you rape a bandwagon? They can.
Auto-Tune. Yes. '80s movie nod. Yes. "We got the beat that pound / We got the beat that 808". Yes.
Fashion?
Once one of the best hip-hop groups around, Black Eyed Peas have become everyone's little brother or sister, listening to your music, trying on your clothes, and crossing their fingers that everyone will mistake them for you.
Someday, we'll be able to punch music.

I'm working on a piece about Marc Bamuthi Joseph's hiphop theater piece The Break/s—opening next week at ACT Theatre—and last night while I was making dinner, I put on some Kurtis Blow, to reconnect with the play's kinda-namesake, which also happens to be one of the greatest songs ever made. (I hate it when Ma Bell sends me a whopping bill with 18 phone calls to Brazil, and I'm glad someone addressed this in song. Also, the first 16 seconds alone guarantee the track's stature as an eternal classic.)
But this post isn't about "The Breaks," but the Kurtis Blow track that came up right after: "Basketball," which I was enjoying until my guy Jake came in the kitchen with this squicked-out look on his face. Upon questioning, Jake revealed that the song had been the theme for a local station's sports broadcast during his childhood, and that the female-vocal hook line—"We're playin' BAS...KET...Bawlllll..."—has always made him sick. "I don't mean I hate the song so much I want to puke," Jake explained. "I mean the sound of the song literally makes me queasy." (Interested parties can hear the squick-making sounds of "Basketball" here.)
What's more, this isn't the first song that's been semi-banned from audible-by-Jake broadcast—the squishy wet synth beats of the Magnetic Fields' "Fido, Your Leash Is Too Long" also have the weird power to turn his stomach, and are forbidden.
I understand and empathize, as there are certainly tracks that squick me out—most recently, a couple of intros or outros or whatever on Lil Wayne's Da Drought 3, where he delivers information with what sounds like a jawbreaker in his mouth, which he sucks and slurps and clacks around his mouth while he speaks. SQUIIIIIIIIICK! (Also, the Beatles' "Don't Pass Me By," whose puke-inducing qualities are underscored by its status as the worst song the Beatles ever put their collective name on.)
And now we turn to you, dear readers: What songs make you literally want to puke?
Mclusky spin-off Future of the Left are releasing a new record, Travels With Myself and Another, on June 23rd and you only have to listen to this new song, "Arming Eritrea," once to know that IT WILL TOTALLY KICK YOUR ASS.
Future of the Left - "Arming Eritrea"
Future of the Left are playing the Capitol Hill Block Party July 25th.
I CAN'T WAIT.
Art Brut are headlining a Noise for the Needy show at Neumos Saturday, with Mike Snow and Black Nite Crash. Tickets are $13 and the money goes to a really great cause. But maybe you don't have $13? Maybe you and a friend want to see the show for free? Send your first and last name to freetickets@thestranger.com and one lucky person will be chosen to get on the guest list for Saturday's show. Put Art Brut in the subject line.
The show is all ages, doors are at 8 pm, and you can buy tickets here. It's a Noise for the Needy show, after all. Your money will be put to great use.
(After you enter, check out Eric Grandy's interview with Art Brut frontman Eddie Argos.)
I am so deeply sad to announce that next Friday (the 19th!), at The War Room, it all ends. Together we face a bleak and quite HotMessless future. No more HotMess! Not ever! No MORE!
Where does all the time go? Where will all the FAGS go? I ask you.
When:.
Friday, June 19, 2009Where:
The War Room
722 East pike Street
Seattle
98121Description:
"Au Revoir!"
Qulture Qreative and Hitgirl-Relaunch say goodbye! The Final HotMess Friday June 19th.After 3+ years of bringing some of the best queer talent this city has ever seen including; Avenue D, Qboy, Amanda Lepore, Team Gina, Jackie Beat, Cazwell, Lady Tigra, Ger Ber jones, Princess Superstar and Dirty Sanchez (just to name a few) is saying Thank You and Good Night
She was far too young and beautiful to die…
SOON!
At exactly what point of rock stardom do your interviews make absolutely no sense at all? This interview with Bono and the Edge about creating the score for the upcoming musical Spider Man, Turn Off The Dark, is as crazy as...well, as crazy as the idea of a musical called Spider Man, Turn Off The Dark:
(Via.)

Drum n’ bass drum-lord Kevin KJ Sawka has made an iPhone app called DrumBanger. It simulates his half-electronic drum set and lets you remix and sequence his music and sounds from your iPhone and iPod Touch. The app is a multifunctional looper, drum machine, and sequencer. Arrange and rearrange cd-quality samples of Sawka's live drums and synth sounds. Construct, deconstruct, and record the drum n’ bass frenzy right there on your iPhone. Plug it into your speakers where the insta-rave will begin. Make sure you’re wearing soft, bright, furry clothing, and put your pacifier in. Sawka's drumming impossibly conjugates. It re-evolves freehand robotics. Jungle calculates out of your head. Formats unformat, fractals answer, beats become function. When you watch Sawka play, do not try to understand. Take it in, then step away from the venue or screen, and go somewhere where you can stare at water or at a screensaver of water. Now the dnb drum lord is in your pocket.
To create DrumBanger, Sawka teamed with GroovWare’s Brian DeWaide and developer Jason Thane from General UI. Sawka spoke about the process:
How did you approach Apple about the idea? Was it accepted immediately?
Sawka: It’s pretty simple. You make an app and then submit it. If the app is functional and rated for any age, it most likely will get accepted. I originally wanted to call the app FingerBanger. Because you bang the drums with your finger. Makes sense right? Well, we had to change it, and DrumBanger was born. It was accepted immediately.
How did you mix and master the sounds to make them sound decent coming out of a phone speaker? I know they’re CD quality through headphones and real speakers, but how does one mix or master sounds for a phone speaker?
Basically, I mixed it like mixing a track. Panned things a bit, and mixed levels for a club sound system. We had to turn everything down quite a bit, it was overloading the iPhone. Other than that, it was similar to mixing a tune.
How much were you involved in the set up and layout of the app?
We all were involved in the photo process, Brian, Jason, and I. The drum kit and pads needed to visually make sense to hit with your fingers. I made all the sounds, loops, and samples.
What other apps do you want to invent?
I’d like to invent an app that helps with everyday life. For simple things like putting your socks and shoes on. Or maybe something more in-depth, like iPhone laser hair removal, and brewing coffee.
Is it true that you almost French kissed Ellen Degeneres backstage when you played on her show?
Yes.
Get DrumBanger for FREE: The first 5 people to respond to FreeDrumBanger@gmail.com get it for free! (I got the codes for you.) UPDATE: No more codes left. They have all been given away.
Sawka plays tomorrow - Friday, June 12 at Nectar.
This video:
Required this much work:
The face paint animation film is made up of 4,816 separate stills. Each and every frame was hand-painted, shot, wiped off and redrawn, slightly differently for the next frame in order to create a seamless sequence. This time-consuming process involved the band members lying still for two consecutive days in a studio.
It was created by W+K creative team Ida Gronblom & Fabian Berglund and Blinkink director David Wilson. You can see the 4,000+ photos on the band's flickr page.
Poor Baby Can't Take the Trolls: Idiots make Trent Reznor quit the internet.
Today in Band Feuds: Black Lips' singer says Wavves' frontman should quit music.
Wigging Out: Phil Spector can't wear his wig in jail.
As If GM Doesn't Have Enough Problems: Evan Dando sues the automaker.
Delay Denied: Chris Brown's trial will take place as scheduled, despite his lawyers' efforts.
Annnd...: Rhianna will testify against him.
Good Luck With That: Two lawyers team up to file a class-action lawsuit against the RIAA, hoping to make them pay back 100 million bucks they've collected over the years.
An addendum to this week's Fucking in the Streets, in which I gush hard about Grizzly Bear's single "Two Weeks," from their new album Veckatimest (The rest of the album is excellent as well, but it hasn't all hit me yet the way this song has).
What has hit me almost as hard, though, is the awesome Fred Falke remix:
Confirming a rumor from months ago, the Get Up Kids are coming to Seattle in September. They'll play Neumos September 18th.
It's the ten-year anniversary for Something to Write Home About, and according to setlists from a couple of the reunion shows that happened late last year, the band is playing the record in its entirety.
SOOOOOOO STOOOOOOOOOKED.
(Via punknews.org)
In this week's My Philosophy, Larry Mizell suggests the Sho Nuph Benefit at Trinity. Not only is the line-up pretty huge, but it's only $5 and for a great cause:
I sit here listening to the mandatory listening, classic Seattle comp 14 Fathoms Deep—specifically the track "Continuations" by Union of Opposites, featuring a verse from my homie Shomari "Sho Nuph" Shanks, a beloved veteran MC and good spirit who many of y'all know. My thoughts are with the big homie—one of the coolest, most positive and knowledgeable cats I've met in this burg; last summer Sho experienced end-stage renal failure (that is, both his kidneys stopped working). Shomari needs a transplant, and like the majority of artists in this town, he's uninsured; so the good folks of 206 Zulu and his friends (including some of the town's best from the hiphop and electronic scenes) are throwing him a benefit called ALL4SHO. Lineup includes Afrika Bambataa's son and the inventor of hipstep, TC Izlam, along with Flave, Gabriel Teodros, Aaron Walker-Loud, Naha, Darrius Willrich, Asun, WD4D, Silver Shadow D, Massive Monkees, Soulshifters, BYC, Noisemaker, Andrew Luck, Grym, Silent Lambs Project, Orbitron, Tecumseh, Dev J, Miss Broadway, Sonic MC, Theory, Sky Rose, La Balianne, Jason Curtis, Northstar, Topspin, Ra Khan, Slantooth, Lifecycle, Lukki, and Stone 1. It's going down Thursday, June 11, at Trinity, people. It's five bones, it's a great lineup, and it's Sho—fucking do it already!
Also, happening tonight, per this week's Stranger Suggests:
Shellac
Shellac frontman Steve Albini is one of those sharp-witted curmudgeons who's always seemed older than his years. Now he's nearly 47, and it doesn't seem odd that he still cranks out Mensa-level tough-guy rock that's as tense as a Mexican standoff. Shellac—which also includes drummer Todd Trainer and bassist Bob Weston—has wrenched out five riveting albums of immaculately analog-recorded dissonance and white-knuckled dynamics. Go for the tightly executed molten rock; stay for the barbed between-song witticisms. (Vera Project, Seattle Center, 956-8372. 7:30 pm, $13/$12 with club card, all ages.) DAVE SEGAL
Shmootzi the Clod
Shmootzi the Clod—born Drew Keriakedes—looks like a gutter dandy from the fun part of hell: thin as a bone, sharp as a blade, and with more than a little crazy in his eyes. Shmootzi can swallow a dagger and pound a nail into his nose, but his great gift is music. He writes lewd ditties ("I've got a red-hot pussy for sale") and mournful ballads ("Good-bye Southern men/You treat your women like dogs/They're beaten and starved for love"), then plays them on a whole trunkful of instruments. His ragged, soulful pipes are the envy of every person who's heard them. Shmootzi is a town treasure. (Cafe Racer, 5828 Roosevelt Way NE, 523-5282. 9 pm—midnight, tip the musicians, 21+.) BRENDAN KILEY
And finally, in this week's Up & Comings, Eric Grandy recommends A Camp:
A Camp
(Crocodile) A Camp is the solo project of (Swedish and typically, ridiculously elfin-looking) singer Nina Persson of the Cardigans. On the band's most recent album, Colonia, Persson deploys her capable, ranging voice in service of big, brightly orchestrated, vaguely country-western pop songs. Nothing here is quite as insanely ear-worming as the Cardigans' biggest stateside hits, but maybe that's for the best anyway. A Camp have a forthcoming Covers EP on which the band tackle the likes of Pink Floyd, David Bowie, and Grace Jones (recall the Cardigans' silly, sweetly loungey cover of Black Sabbath's "Iron Man" and know that Persson is well up to the task). ERIC GRANDY
See everything else in this handy online calendar!