More music
Feb. 23rd, 2004 01:55 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
petroniaSmoked ourselves silly on strawberry/apple-flavoured narguile again. XD Schtuff is odd - for the longest time afterward one keeps catching phantom whiffs of it, even if one's showered and changed. I noticed it the other time, too.
(Massive amounts of nicotine + moroccan mint tea = no sleep until three. ^^;)
Anyhow! Today we have Attack Of The Local Music Scene again; some of you may be girding your loins in expectation, if not anticipation. XD Local outfits form a proportion of my CD collection that's nearly high enough to be indie-credible. It's not even a conscious effort to support the Scene, whatever that is - just that if it's local, I'm far more likely to encounter it on a physical record store rack rather than through a random mp3 download. ^^; I'm antisocial and absentminded and don't actually go to shows, so.
Thus, this 'ere band called Poxy. On Thursday I was in Archambault exercising my fundamental human right to test-listen unknown bands who are cute on their album covers; on Friday I went back and bought the CD. On Friday night I google the vocalist/songwriter, one Xavier Caféine, and discover that he's... the guy who DJs the rock floor at Saphir on Friday nights. Which goes an awful long way toward explaining why the album sounds EXACTLY like something that'd get played to the rock floor at Saphir on Friday nights. *thump* Actually, to be perfectly precise, I'd heard of the guy before. He was in a band called Caféine which was kind of French glam-punk, back when - well, I still don't listen to French punk, and believe me in Montreal you can spend all your time on French punk and never run out. I just never knew he DJ'd the rock floor, etc. ("Rock" here means something along the lines of punk/britpop/new wave. Elastica, Iggy and the Stooges, Yeah Yeah Yeahs, Peaches, Blur, Billy Idol, Electric Six, what else did they play on New Year's? Joy Division, I'm pretty sure. ^^; FWIW this is the other guy who DJs the rock floor. Um, the blond one. He's got a band too, and from the live pics it's seriously, scarily, Velvet Goldmine style glam. I don't know what the guy who DJs the goth/industrial floor looks like. ...Yeah, obviously I should pay more attention to who plays my music, but that's not how my mind works. XD;;)
Uh... long digression there. Anyway, tracks 6-8 off aforementioned record:
Poxy - Sweet Tooth
The ultimate Marui Bunta song. *g* You could burn calories with the effort it takes not to get up and dance to this. Hugely pop, in the indieblog sense of the word - what it reminds me of the most is actually hide, circa "Dice" or "Honey Blade", like that.
I've collected enough songs equating dessert to oral sex to make a mini-album. XD
Poxy - Punk Rock Samurai
Still with the hugely pop. I love that piano bit in the background. Basically just m00zik for jumping up and down on Friday nights. (Yeah I'm a punk rock samurai! Whoo hoo hoo hoo, etc.) It's telling that I persistently hallucinate handclaps on this track even though there aren't any.
Poxy - Suzanne
Montreal was mentioned in the lyrics of three out of the five first songs on the record, so when it got to this one I was like, "Haha, it's going to be a pop-punk cover of Leonard Cohen!" And it was. ^^;; Much better than that description makes it sound, I was going to say, but I suspect some people on the flist would like this better than the original anyway. You know who you are.
(Massive amounts of nicotine + moroccan mint tea = no sleep until three. ^^;)
Anyhow! Today we have Attack Of The Local Music Scene again; some of you may be girding your loins in expectation, if not anticipation. XD Local outfits form a proportion of my CD collection that's nearly high enough to be indie-credible. It's not even a conscious effort to support the Scene, whatever that is - just that if it's local, I'm far more likely to encounter it on a physical record store rack rather than through a random mp3 download. ^^; I'm antisocial and absentminded and don't actually go to shows, so.
Thus, this 'ere band called Poxy. On Thursday I was in Archambault exercising my fundamental human right to test-listen unknown bands who are cute on their album covers; on Friday I went back and bought the CD. On Friday night I google the vocalist/songwriter, one Xavier Caféine, and discover that he's... the guy who DJs the rock floor at Saphir on Friday nights. Which goes an awful long way toward explaining why the album sounds EXACTLY like something that'd get played to the rock floor at Saphir on Friday nights. *thump* Actually, to be perfectly precise, I'd heard of the guy before. He was in a band called Caféine which was kind of French glam-punk, back when - well, I still don't listen to French punk, and believe me in Montreal you can spend all your time on French punk and never run out. I just never knew he DJ'd the rock floor, etc. ("Rock" here means something along the lines of punk/britpop/new wave. Elastica, Iggy and the Stooges, Yeah Yeah Yeahs, Peaches, Blur, Billy Idol, Electric Six, what else did they play on New Year's? Joy Division, I'm pretty sure. ^^; FWIW this is the other guy who DJs the rock floor. Um, the blond one. He's got a band too, and from the live pics it's seriously, scarily, Velvet Goldmine style glam. I don't know what the guy who DJs the goth/industrial floor looks like. ...Yeah, obviously I should pay more attention to who plays my music, but that's not how my mind works. XD;;)
Uh... long digression there. Anyway, tracks 6-8 off aforementioned record:
Poxy - Sweet Tooth
The ultimate Marui Bunta song. *g* You could burn calories with the effort it takes not to get up and dance to this. Hugely pop, in the indieblog sense of the word - what it reminds me of the most is actually hide, circa "Dice" or "Honey Blade", like that.
I've collected enough songs equating dessert to oral sex to make a mini-album. XD
Poxy - Punk Rock Samurai
Still with the hugely pop. I love that piano bit in the background. Basically just m00zik for jumping up and down on Friday nights. (Yeah I'm a punk rock samurai! Whoo hoo hoo hoo, etc.) It's telling that I persistently hallucinate handclaps on this track even though there aren't any.
Poxy - Suzanne
Montreal was mentioned in the lyrics of three out of the five first songs on the record, so when it got to this one I was like, "Haha, it's going to be a pop-punk cover of Leonard Cohen!" And it was. ^^;; Much better than that description makes it sound, I was going to say, but I suspect some people on the flist would like this better than the original anyway. You know who you are.
