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Non-Stop


In an ode to a song that I have not been able to stop listening to in the past week, we here at Zigs have decided to check out playlists and write long arduous odes to songs that have a play count of more than 50! Ahaha.

Not quite hitting the 50 mark yet though, I must pay tribute to this relatively new release which has such a catchy ring to its tail that I cannot cannot stop playing it on repeat on my computer, in my car, on my iPod...

The track in question is this one: No Kind Words by The Maccabees

The reasons I cannot get this track out of my head I cannot quite fathom. Is it the way they repeat 'If you have no kind words to say, you should say nothing more at all' ? Because as far as repetitive sentences go, you gotta admit, that is a kick ass one. 

There is also the way the song swirls into a sort of psychedelic trance from the morbid monotone opening. It's almost as sexily ominous as Placebo. Here I thought the Maccabees were a shiny, happy band.

And then there's the ending. Which isn't really an ending...it's the opening to a song 4 tracks down the album but it's done so subtly you may think you dreamed it in the first place. 

Fact of the matter is, it's a bitchin' song. With a bitchin' hook. And bitchin' lyrics. And I bitchin' love it. Thank you Maccabees. 

Almost London


Well well well...we've come back from our hiatus. And slap bang into the indie party of the year. Koko Asia launched on 5th June to much raucous indie hand-clapping. 

Lots of British accents on hand to make the night seem more authentic including that of the stunning Asha Gill who presented performances by The Deserters and The Standards with a wave of her beer. 

Ah, it's good to see that there is in fact an indie music scene in good ol' KL. And it's good to see that a Noel-type frontman like he of The Standards is but a stone's throw away in Bangkok. 

Oh and it's nice (although slightly disappointing) to see some lucky boy win a pair of tickets to jolly London to witness for himself the real KOKO in Camden. Feel the envy from our open pores! 

Now, if only beers were cheaper. Ah. 

the day the whole world went Hooray!

one half of my lifelong dream is coming true this August. this beautiful creature named Trent is coming over to Singapore..and rock my world, cream my pants. Ooooooooooooohhh I'm so in love with him! and his music! 

NiN is the perfect band in every single way. Paved the way for industrial rock, gave the whole "i dont give a fuck" rockstar attitude a whole meaning, blow everyone's minds with their innovative music videos, and famous for a whole physical not just musical performance at their concerts. and of late, they were risky enough to release their new album 100% online. just like radiohead. they're a band with balls, really. not afraid to be different, breaking barriers in every way(heck Trent was even rumoured not heterosexual), and to do it all with an attidude.
 
Can't wait to experience them first hand this Aug. 

(p/s: just for the record the other half of my lifelong dream is to meet Eddie Vedder. which i did in Melbourne 2006. :D ) 

Festival Fiasco


By now we would've all calmed down from the whole Sunburst hype and calmly look back and say...ah, job well done.

However, let us not forget that despite Korn playing a set that can almost be described as phenomenal and N.E.R.D pulling out a no holds barred type of performance, (Yes, Pharrell DID turn up looking mighty fine. No, he didn't take his shirt off) Sunburst 09 seemed a little worse for wear.

First there was that whole Coldplay hype. Ah to have Chris Martin on Malaysian soil. Alas, it was not to be.
Then a strange media shutdown where all media seemed to be shunned when announcements of the final line up were announced.
Then as the day approached, Erykah Badu left us high and dry.

Was it just us or was there a distinct whiff of disappointment in the air as we walked the field?

So alright, no big fat international acts. But whatabout our very own?
Hujan are always big crowd pullers...as are Estrella (both acts who are doing so well they've either performed or are scheduled to perform in the UK for their loyal overseas Malaysian fans). Alas, they were scheduled to perform in the early festival hours when the sun still scorched and only the hardcore festival goers were trickling in. More whiffs of disappointment.

As we walked around and munched on our highly overpriced hotdogs (thankfully, the booze was going for a good deal - did anyone discover the bottles of champagne going for a cheapy cheap RM75?) we couldn't help but overhear a myriad of disgruntled moans and annoyed voices lamenting the fact that Sunburst last year was by far a classier affair than the gig we'd bought tickets to this year.

Alas, there is nowhere else to complain but here in the blogosphere where we hope someone out there will listen to our sighs and round up a much heftier do next year.

Did any of you Zigsters go? Share your thoughts with us!


PS. Sorry we've been so quiet of late...rest assured the Zigs ladettes are still alive and kicking. We've just been zigging way too much and regretfully neglected our little blog. But we're back so keep visiting!

Lost Crow?


Eric Clapton? Lance Armstrong? Who cares whatever happened to Miss Crow's love life? Almost 50 years old now, she's really one of those incomparable female artists. Base, lead, harmonica, piano...you name it, she plays it! Her talent is bigger than any other...what do you expect coming from a musically inclined family.
We haven't heard from her for awhile now but I'm certain she's set to surprise us more after releasing the brilliant Wildflower. One song just kept ringing in my head today "My Favourite Mistake" (which she supposedly wrote for Mr. Clapton). This was my favourite song back in 98 and until today, after over ten years...it's still on repeat on my itunes.

It goes to show, it doesn't matter if you've always had failed relationships and lost some men you've loved. At least you're always on the winning streak when it comes to something bigger, like the Grammys!