Videodrone, Savages • Foals • Palma Violets • Miles Kane
This weeks Videodrone is quite possibly the visual equivalent of being slapped about the face with a massive spunking cock. Most of the music videos we endure for your viewing pleasure are indeed proverbial bags of wank & sometimes that bag bursts…
Foals return with ‘My Number’ a song reminiscent of 80’s group Wham. Actually this is less credible than Wham, I mean at least George Michael gets off his tits and drives through shop windows enroute to a random fuck meet, that behaviour is a 1000 times more rock n roll than the new Foals song.
In the promo clip a young lad is refused entry into a Foals gig, he doesn’t know how lucky he is as we the viewer get ushered in to hear this song that makes ‘Club Tropicana’ sound like Metallica.
Foals are giving it their all on stage, but then the noise fades and we cut to a girl putting eye drops in as people loiter around in the venues toilets. I don’t know if she was using some trendy new drug instead of Optrex but as we get back to the gig, it all goes a bit blurred with shiny colours that presumably represent the bucketful of hallucinogenics you would need to appreciate a Foals concert (actually that is a bit harsh, I once enjoyed a Foals gig after only 15 gin & tonics)
Reject boy is still outside, but 3 fierce young ladies are putting on a dance spectacular so he watches them instead. Back in the venue and were getting some disorientating fx; is it meant to be 3D? Has my drink been spiked? Maybe I’ll never know.. I’m certainly not in a rush to hear this again.
Foals: My Number
Miles Kane now and his song ‘Give Up’ a tune that explodes with energy from the off, like the pressurised cork from a bottle of cheap fizz or a prematurely ejaculating penis (Videodrone knows nothing about either metaphor I might add)
Young Miles strut’s his stuff and gives his guitar a seriously ferocious fret wank as a screen behind him displays a buxom brunette writhing around. Not that Miles is interested in her at all, it appears that he would rather commit filthy acts with a fender.
Now I’m not overly familiar with Master Kane but he seems to be the result of a genetic experiment that spliced DNA from a Gallagher brother with that of an Arctic Monkey, all hair & arrogance. I feel sorry for that guitar..
Miles Kane: ‘Give Up’
Is it me or is the hype & fuss surrounding Palma Violets all a bit Emperors New Clothes? They have a distinct whiff of the Inspiral Carpets about them, whilst not entirely a bad thing it surely doesn’t merit everyone creaming their knickers over the band?.
I didn’t even watch all of the video, I just breathed a sigh of relief that when I saw Savages in Leeds last year, support act Palma Violets were having the night off. I once heard someone comment that Palma Violets were the saviours of guitar music, on the strength of this I’m inclined to think that they were taking the piss.
Palma Violets: ‘Step Up For The Cool Cats’
I will leave you with that far superior band Savages and a great performance clip for their last single ‘I Am Here’, capturing the sheer brutal excellence of Savages live in concert. Now this is a climax alright.
Savages: ‘I Am Here’