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My Top 5 Websites of 2004 #4 – STYLUS MAGAZINE

Posted: December 31st, 2004, by Marceline Smith


This is about the only music website I read regularly. It’s sometimes mentioned as a mini-Pitchfork but I find it much more interesting and fun and so much less horribly indie rock than Pitchfork. There are daily reviews of a wide range of albums from your dull indie rock to your shiny pop and scary noise but these are just the basic content which is overshadowed somewhat, for me, by the other daily and weekly features where their writers use a selection of repeated concepts to great effect from top tens, J-Pop reviews, ‘playing God’ with classic album tracklistings and the hilariously brilliant UK chart commentary. Add round table discussions, in depth interviews and film reviews and there’s not really much else you could ask for to while away a boring lunch break.



Posted: December 30th, 2004, by JGRAM

On the subject of websites, has everyone seen the backwards version of Google that the Chinese are using because Google is blocked over there or something. Anyways, type “Elgoog” into Google and click on the first link that appears and watch your internet experience go insania.

My Top 5 Websites of 2004 #5 – COLLISION DETECTION

Posted: December 30th, 2004, by Marceline Smith


A recent discovery for me via the incomparable things. things itself would be on this list if it wasn’t that it is so detailed and so full of content that it becomes quite bewildering at times and so I tend to read it more as a long poem rather than actually clicking on any of the links. Possibly also because I fear being drawn in click by click to millions of previously undiscovered websites and never being seen again.

But Collision Detection is a different beast altogether. It uses a ‘commenting on interesting stories and oddities picked up on other interesting blogs full of links to interesting stories and oddities’ structure which harks back to the internet’s very beginnings. Collision Detection is loosely a science and technology blog run by Clive Thompson who also writes for Wired and The New York Times Magazine and has a strange but understandable obsession with stories about Giant Squid. His writing is always sharp and friendly with an amused tone and the stories range from hilarious to thought-provoking. Recent entries have included tsunami physics, the mental health diagnosis of Gollum, electoral maps, a giant squid so colossal it can’t be described as a giant squid and graphs ahoy. Just think, you might learn something while faffing on the internet. Imagine!


2004 A-Z

Posted: December 26th, 2004, by Chris Summerlin

Sorry this is a bit long. Happy new year etc. Check the links too…

A is for Aubergine Parmegana. The Aubergine is the prince of vegetables. I fried about 400 pieces of Aubergine for dinner with Ian MacKaye when the Evens played, with Neil Johnson whipping the kitchen in to shape like that weird dwarf dude with ginger hair and an underbite who’s on all the cooking shows on TV. The Evens were great too.


B is for Breaking my tooth on a 10p Pickled Onion Space Raider that I stole from Howe Gelbs dressing room egged on by the lovely Scout Niblett who was lifting all the booze. Serves me right for being a thief.

C is for Cass McCombs and specifically his wonderful song Not The Way. The man is a prince and after 2 beers he’s anyones.

C is also for Cunt Galactica.

D is for Damo. If someone told me in January that by the end of the year I’d be mates with Damo Suzuki from Can I’d have thought they were mental, not only that but I played guitar with him in a band that consisted of my best friends. It’s been said on diskant that watching the gig was life changing but being up there doing it was overwhelming. Mainly because I was so caned I could barely stand up.

D is also for Deerhoof, the best band on the planet, who gave us a sell out gig at a new venue in Nottingham and paved the way for Damn You!‘s best year yet, which coincidentally also begins with D.

E is for the Evil Egg. I was frying some on a Saturday morning with a very ugly head and I cracked one egg into the pan and what came out was black. I leaned over to look closer and the heavy smell hit me and I gagged. No one could get this evil out of the door because getting close to it meant instant vom. I can smell it now if I think about it. 2004 was the year of the Evil Egg.

F is for Festival. We put one on. It was fun. Still recovering. I was so stressed by the third day in that I started to grow a boil on my ass. Luckily it never blossomed.

G is for Getting so drunk that you cry for no reason. At anything. I’m talking about the kind of drunk where the end of Karate Kid can set you off on a weeping frenzy.

H is for High Heels worn with socks by ladies. The quickest way to my heart. Yeah?! Fuck you! I’m not getting any younger. Fuck subtlety. And while we’re on the subject I would get busy with Anne Widdicombe if she was wearing knee high boots. Sue me! I don’t care anymore!

H is also for Hoover who reformed, played on my birthday with Lords supporting and were amazing. Joseph McRedmond absolutely personifies the above ‘Fuck subtlety’ statement too.

I is for Insanity. I don’t want to sound like a Daily Mail reader but is it me or has the world gone apeshit?. A man gets onstage and shoots someone 4 times in front of his own brother. In the town I come from, a guy I went to school with slit a man’s throat in the town centre and then, obviously not satisfied with his night’s work, went into the park and raped a man. Yesterday, I read in the paper that 2 men kicked a man senseless and then drowned him in mud in a ditch. That’s horrific but to cap it all they then called his wife on his mobile phone and told her what they’d done. A totally random man, a father of 2, married for 20 odd years to his childhood sweetheart. That is insane. I hope the two guys spend the next 20 years of prison life getting anally ploughed on an hourly basis.

J is for James, Skip. No understatement but this man;s music sorted me out. They say the blues is healing music and I thought all that was bullshit but I’m so pleased it isn’t. Column about Skip written and on the way.

J is also for the Jazz as it is every year.

K is for Kevin Smith. In Japan all year and then finally home for Christmas and still as handsome as ever. Later on this evening I will go out in town with him and we will be beaten up by people we went to school with because of our ‘big city ways’.

L is for Lungfish. Finally got to see them and loved them to pieces. Next time I go to the beach with them in Camber Sands I will endeavour not to be ripped to the tits.

M is for Moving to Sneinton. It’s where all the hip cats are. And all the petty thieves. And all the David Lynchian bald women who urinate on shop windows.

M is also for Marshall, Chan aka Cat Power who wrote He War which is maybe the best song ever written.

N is for Nirvana and specifically the Kurt Was Murdered theory that overtook my life for about 3 months. Just got to see the DVD from the box set too and the Motor Sports show with Dan Peters on drums. I am stoked.

O is Oxbury, Kevin, an odious snivelling prick of a man who (quite rightly) sacked me from Powergen. Hey Kevin, if you’re reading this like you read all my other emails then eat a shit you retard.

O is also for Hey Ya by Outkast. That record is godlike. It is the great bringer togetherer. If it comes on the radio NO ONE will turn it off and that’s the first time a record has done that since Push It by Salt N Pepa. Please look at the link on this. Oy is just Yo backwards.

P is for John Peel.

P is also for PJ Harvey. Will someone get me the guitar job in this woman’s band? Please. What do I have to do? I’m being serious!

Q is for Quim, the most amusing and out dated piece of terminology for the female tuppence.

R is for Rockette Morton. I fucking met Rockette Morton! And Drumbo! On my wall is a Polaroid of me and Rockette and Drumbo scrawled ‘DRUMS BY DRUMBO’ across my copy of Trout Mask Replica.

S is for my 1986 Saab 900i which has rinsed my bank account of all funds in the last 10 months but will do 130 mph, has a heated drivers seat, and is the absolute SHIT.

T is for Telecaster. Not Travis Bean. This year has been the year of the 1973 Mocha Brown Telecaster Deluxe. No more broken back, no more math rock geekery. Woo hoo!

U is for Ulrich, Lars and the amazing Some Kind Of Monster documentary. FUCKIN A! I love Lars, I have loved him since A Year In The Life Of Metallica Part One and I will continue to love him forever.

V is for Very shitfaced which is what my Dad was when he vomited his false teeth down the hotel toilet on his wedding night. Chap!

W is for Woe, served up with a side salad of misery and a dessert of heart break.

W is also for 2004: Worst year of my life by some way.

X is for X-girlfriend. See above.

Y is for Y can’t I think of something beginning with Y?

Z is for ZZ Top, my bestest band in the world ever. On my bedroom wall is the 3 fold gatefold cover from Tejas with the 3 members portraits so as I snore loudly, get dressed or bang one out, Billy, Dusty and Frank are smiling down on me. 2004 was the year of ZZ Top, Cat Power and Skip James on my stereo.

A-Zs are, like, SO traditional

Posted: December 22nd, 2004, by Simon Minter

So here are my 26 As of the year, instead (in no particular order)…


Asking for Trouble putting Sunnyvale in the box set

Aufgehoben album released on Fourier Transform!

Anxiety, Clinical: and the slow fight against it


All Tomorrow’s Parties

All Tomorrow’s Parties (went to two this year)

Aquanaut (my old band whose tapes I have rediscovered)

A new G5 iMac!

Appearing on a big stage at Truck Festival

Alphabetising my record collection

A growing interest in NWOBHM. Kind of

Acquiring the new Sonic Youth album, the best one in ages

A big graphic design magazine featuring the Aufgehoben sleeve!

A new pair of glasses

Attending my friend Tom’s wedding and realising I really should stay in contact with people more

Absolutely loads of gigs this year – I’ve seen more bands than ever

Accepting that I have no need for hairdressers and can do it myself

Acquainting myself once again with the fun of all night excessive binges

Another trip to Glasgow

Actually meeting Damo Suzuki – pretty cool

Attempting to design anything and everything music-related in Oxford

Ageing: it’s not so bad

Always having too much to do


Absolutely loving living in Oxford

2004 A-Z

Posted: December 22nd, 2004, by Dave Stockwell

Amy Bethan Jose – an annoyingly beautiful niece.

Birchville Cat Motel: Ur-drone Emperor.

CDRs explode as the new homemade cassette labels. Well, for me anyhow.

Damn You! Know It’s Christmas – a fine way to end the year/exhaust yourself.

Europe in 6 days (see tour diary).

Foxy Digitalis

argh, Garage bands get out of my life.

html, I am now too intimate with thee for comfort (www.souvaris.com).

Infinite loops of sound/noise/delay. Yum.

John Porcellino, artistic genius, sweet guy, and album artwork practioner.

Key Skills, giving up on developing as the year progressed.

Linklater, Richard – School of Rock + Before Sunset = $$$ x critical kudos.

MA = Master of Arse.

Nottingham City Council has taken my sanity away and I want it back.

Ontological arguments, endless. Damn pseudo-intellectual flatmates.

Philip K. Dick, extremely mental/not mental bloke (who I now know too much about)

Questioning yourself about everything you do, ever. Fun.

Rehabilitating Mr Wiggles, as ever.

Sneinton, home of Notts – increasingly concentric indie-rock circles.

Twenty-three Productions – independent recording and production collective.

Unit Ama, The – officially nicest band on the planet.

Vandalising your own musical equipment/output. Consequences to come in 2005.

Waiting for The Brown Bunny (still a while to go yet it seems).

Xanax Tobin, a (rubbish) song by Tom Sweetlove that seemed to follow me around.

Your taste in everything sucks. I have been trying (failing) to revise this opinion.

Z‘ev is a pretentious wanker.

My A-Z of 2004

Posted: December 21st, 2004, by Marceline Smith

Here’s my A-Z so we can squash ChrisH and his politics with our nonsense.

Animal Crossing – living an alternate life in a town called Mogwai


Cat shoes, Cow skirt and other great stagewear



Fire Engines reforming but evading me

Getting old

Hookers Green No.1

iBook love

Joanna Newsom

Keyphrases, 10. Kitchen Fitter London, Kitchen Installer London, KILL ME

Legwarmers (they keep your legs warm)

Murakami, Haruki


Old friends

Parasite Pals

Quitting full time work to learn printing

Rollercoasters, going on them for the first time

Simon and Stu’s ace Audioscope event

TK Maxx

Uter gigs

Very tired

Wario Ware insanity madness

X11 + Nicotine = slsk on Mac

Yummy Fur, still

Zelda: Wind Waker

Quote of the year

Posted: December 21st, 2004, by Chris H

From the head of the Hollywood film studios association: “These people are parasites leeching off the creativity of others.” (No, he’s talking about bittorrent users.)

2004 End Of Year Poll time part 2

Posted: December 21st, 2004, by Simon Proffitt

OK, inspired by Jason’s compelling 2004 A-Z, here’s mine:

Aufgehoben (our exciting first release – see F)

Bristol (spent lots of time there when Cardiff couldn’t deliver the goods)

Cod sperm (my first – and hopefully last – taste of Shirako: raw cod sperm sacs)

Damo Suzuki (saw him twice, both times were life changing)

Every day is like Sunday (see U)

Fourier Transform (an exciting new record label!)

Giving homes to stray cats

Hat (not having cut my hair since March, I’ve taken to wearing woolly hats)

Improv (my new musical thing – see S)

John Peel (irreplaceable)

Kara (sometimes I can’t believe I’m married)

Lightning Bolt (best live band this year)

Money (lack of. see R)

Noi Albinoi (one of the only films I saw this year that wasn’t rubbish)

Oh god, I need to stop spending so much time on the internet

Pitch shift (what my super-complex ‘sound processing’ method consists of – see I)

Quiet nights in


Sunnyvale Noise Sub-element (I left the band)

Terrible demos (see F)

Unemployed (see R)

Vibracathedral Orchestra (bought loads of their stuff, saw them live for the first time, tried to convince Neil to let us release something of theirs)


X-men 2 (saw it 3 times during long flights, equally pathetic each time)

Yoghurt (discovered a new exciting flavour/brand – Rachel’s Coconut: with bits!)

Z (my new favourite Cartesian co-ordinate, after last year’s Y)

2004 End Of Year Poll time

Posted: December 19th, 2004, by JGRAM

2004 End Of Year Poll time.

Here’s my Alphabet Of 2004:

A) All Tomorrows Parties (April)

B) Blogging

C) Cahill’s goal in the FA Cup semi final

D) DJing

E) English A-Level class

F) Fear And Loathing In Las Vegas Criterion Collection DVD

G) The Go! Team

H) Hunter S. Thompson

I) Iggy Pop on the South Bank Show

J) Jack Black

K) Kevin Muscat

L) Lost In Translation

M) Mr Show series four on DVD

N) Nirvana boxset (albeit not very good)

O) old habits

P) Phoebe Luk

Q) winning the Quidney Cup (a Playstation/Pro Evolution Soccer 3 tournament for stoners)

R) Run Ronnie Run

S) Sopranos series five

T) Tate Modern

U) UEFA Cup match: Millwall against Ferencvaros of Hungary

V) very first “A” grade at anything (in this case, English essay/coursework)

W) Woody Allen movies

X) The x-ray on my ankles in January

Y) Y2J Chris Jericho

Z) Allen Zuk of the Blitters

What about the rest of the Diskant team?