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Blogspot Z: The Last Place to Go for News
I know you had your doubts after so long, but Blogspot Z is still alive!
We had been dropping by the usual places, but a Supernatural malaise had overcome us and we just didn’t feel up to sharing.
However, since Louden Swain finally got off their delightful derrieres to provide their lady fans with appropriately fitted clothing options (now let’s talk the color wheel, Boys), it’s probably time for us to do the same…in the sense of getting off our derrieres, delightful or not, and not in reference to clothing anybody, that is.
It’s odd how this recount already seems to have a theme, isn’t it? Because clothing will be mentioned! A lot…and not always in a positive fashion.
See what I did there?
First up, Louden Swain released their latest music video for "Gamma Ray", wherein a bunch of people of assorted ages gather to have what looks like the crappiest margarita party ever. A majority of the ingredients involve far too much plastic and fiber - think Metamucil, but with torn and bleeding intestines.
Anya claims Billy looks supernova hot in this video, in going with the theme of the video, and I have to say it’s a tie between Billy and Mike since Rob and Stephen had a tragic fashion accident somewhere on the way to the shoot. Rob looks like a cross between a manic PE teacher and a televangical preacher, whereas Stephen looks like he’s on his way to the Club to play a set with Biffy and Lance. Someone should sit their stylist down and tell them that headbands are never okay.
But still, it’s "Gamma Ray", which is an awesome song, so maybe I’ll forgive some of the fashion faux pas involved.
The Louden Swain show at The Mint offered more fashion fodder. There was quite the debate after the show regarding Rob’s pants - were they designed to look like that or was it sweat?
Either way was tragic. I thought it looked like he’d been servicing men in the alley because of the dark stains on his knees and on his derriere. Otherwise, I’d suggest some Botox for the knees to keep that water problem down a bit - or maybe never wearing those pants again.
I’m starting to feel uncomfortably like Joan Rivers here, minus the bank account.
We were a minute late and they had already started their set. It covered the usual hits, but they did a fantastic acoustic rendition of "She Waits". It really highlighted the fact that these guys are musicians and not some reprobates hanging out in a garage. I may even forgive Rob for the pants since he really poured everything he had into this version and flexed the biceps while doing so. There was also some taunting with the edge of his shirt, which raised fangirl hopes for a second since he’d already stripped down one layer already. Alas, he resheathed the abs and went with a much more subdued stomach stroke.
Tease.
The Boys were extra amped for this show, and Mike even popped and locked for us. Take in that visual for a moment. They never fail to entertain and they seem to have fun while doing so, unlike some bands where it seems the angst is so overwhelming, the mere effort of showing up taxes their seratonin levels for the day.
I won’t name names, but it rhymes with “Cryin’ Uckley”.
If you haven’t gone to see Louden Swain play live, you need to get off your asses to do so. You won’t regret it.
I know you had your doubts after so long, but Blogspot Z is still alive!
We had been dropping by the usual places, but a Supernatural malaise had overcome us and we just didn’t feel up to sharing.
However, since Louden Swain finally got off their delightful derrieres to provide their lady fans with appropriately fitted clothing options (now let’s talk the color wheel, Boys), it’s probably time for us to do the same…in the sense of getting off our derrieres, delightful or not, and not in reference to clothing anybody, that is.
It’s odd how this recount already seems to have a theme, isn’t it? Because clothing will be mentioned! A lot…and not always in a positive fashion.
See what I did there?
First up, Louden Swain released their latest music video for "Gamma Ray", wherein a bunch of people of assorted ages gather to have what looks like the crappiest margarita party ever. A majority of the ingredients involve far too much plastic and fiber - think Metamucil, but with torn and bleeding intestines.
Anya claims Billy looks supernova hot in this video, in going with the theme of the video, and I have to say it’s a tie between Billy and Mike since Rob and Stephen had a tragic fashion accident somewhere on the way to the shoot. Rob looks like a cross between a manic PE teacher and a televangical preacher, whereas Stephen looks like he’s on his way to the Club to play a set with Biffy and Lance. Someone should sit their stylist down and tell them that headbands are never okay.
But still, it’s "Gamma Ray", which is an awesome song, so maybe I’ll forgive some of the fashion faux pas involved.
The Louden Swain show at The Mint offered more fashion fodder. There was quite the debate after the show regarding Rob’s pants - were they designed to look like that or was it sweat?
Either way was tragic. I thought it looked like he’d been servicing men in the alley because of the dark stains on his knees and on his derriere. Otherwise, I’d suggest some Botox for the knees to keep that water problem down a bit - or maybe never wearing those pants again.
I’m starting to feel uncomfortably like Joan Rivers here, minus the bank account.
We were a minute late and they had already started their set. It covered the usual hits, but they did a fantastic acoustic rendition of "She Waits". It really highlighted the fact that these guys are musicians and not some reprobates hanging out in a garage. I may even forgive Rob for the pants since he really poured everything he had into this version and flexed the biceps while doing so. There was also some taunting with the edge of his shirt, which raised fangirl hopes for a second since he’d already stripped down one layer already. Alas, he resheathed the abs and went with a much more subdued stomach stroke.
Tease.
The Boys were extra amped for this show, and Mike even popped and locked for us. Take in that visual for a moment. They never fail to entertain and they seem to have fun while doing so, unlike some bands where it seems the angst is so overwhelming, the mere effort of showing up taxes their seratonin levels for the day.
I won’t name names, but it rhymes with “Cryin’ Uckley”.
If you haven’t gone to see Louden Swain play live, you need to get off your asses to do so. You won’t regret it.