September 2002 - Sinister

Sinister: Constipation can't make a poo of me
by kenneth.chu＠uclh.org 11 Sep '02

11 Sep '02

Hello sinistees, It's been a while since I had a chance to post, this may or may not be because of the fact that I've recently bought myself a colander, which had inspired me to do all kinds of cooking that involve filtering out water/oil from things - it's hard work, you know, colanding - not only the cooking, but also the cleaning of it afterwards. So many things can get stuck in those little perforations, it just drains away all your energy just like it does to my pasta. But then, I think I still like perforations, as a whole, haha. My colander is quite sad - look! it's got a blog! LOOK! A BLOG! http://kenscolander.blogspot.com ----------------------------------- So now summer is almost over in the UK, does that mean that's where it ends? Do you think we can still be friends? Are you still looking for love? Well, look no further than THE LAST BUS OUT OF TOWN Before I got my colander, I've been going on night buses a lot after many a drunken nights out, where I got absolutely TROLLEYED, because I'm such a lad, and all. And if you guys are looking for love, I have a great tip. Take the N20 or N134 nightbuses that go to Highgate! *************************************************************** Almost everytime I get onto that bus, there seem to be pulling activities going on, I saw no less than 4 sets of people going from complete strangers, to chatting affectionately with each other, to walking each other home and exchanging phone numbers!! Winner, and even if you don't pull, you can stop off at Archway, which as well as being the way to Archel's heart, also has a KFC who serve 3 Hot Wings for 99p. Double winner. Failing all that if you're a girl you'll end up near my house, triple winner! ----------------------------------- I've discovered last week that being stupid is perfectly OK - in fact it's so much fun! I was at a McDonald's and in the McDonald's in the UK they have this new thing on their breakfast menu which is called the Big Breakfast Bun! A BBB consists of bacon and sausage and egg and spicy sauce inside a bun, a surefire winner for only £1.99 (I'm all about fast food prices), or £2.99 for a meal which has a hash brown (which always reminds me of Hannah Brown for some reason - maybe becuase they're both tasty), and a drink of choice. Ok, I was at the McDonald's and was waiting for my food to arrive, which is when this lady walked in. <lady> *pointing at the Breakfast Bun poster* Can I have a BIG BUN please? *ken giggles <lady> .. and a coke <McD staff> would you like the meal for £2.99? <lady> what's the meal? <McD staff> it's that and the drink and a hash brown <lady> but the poster says £1.99 <McD staff> no that's for just the bun <lady> what? So I don't get the fillings??! *ken laughs so much he had to leave the scene I really wished at that moment I worked at a McDonald's. ----------------------------------- okay, time for more serious things BOWLING Anyone in London up for going bowling this sunday? E-mail me please. ..end of serious things People always went on about how great Ken Chu is, Rachel Fruitloop being the biggest cultprit (before she turned her attention to Rampant Sex Rage with Ben Apps!) I could never see the fuss myself. But now I can see why! http://www.kenchu.com I LOVE KEN CHU! Ken +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister(a)missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo(a)missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+

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Sinister: haikus revealed // weeks twentynine to thirtyfive // two thousand and two
by ee fumblings 10 Sep '02

10 Sep '02

Subject: Sinister: Insensitivity a speciality. Ahem. Well, while so many of you have lost your smiles, I lost my voice. If you ever get out a map, you'll see it, its a place called Finmark. I resented the fact that really, there was no flush mechanism. But that was Silje. Going for the glamour puss knock-em dead approach. If I didn't know better, I would have thought that he was a con-man... The Yeah Yeah Yeahs, The Buff Medways, and other less well known bands. It's great. Then I found him. I spent a lot of the morning talking to the cops. But damn it! I /have/ actually been doing things. All week, in fact. Especially when the point was too help... sometimes those darts hit the deepest. Mr Cooke still gives good horn. And Stuart sounds a lot like Donovan. A recording with the vocal mixed higher would be fantastic, please. I moved them into a shady corner to start their spidery lives. Catchy tune, great words. They should copyright that one while they have the chance. The funniest bit is that my mom took away the drugs from my shrink. It's my dream to have a miraculously fast metabolic rate. Sinisterians. My name is Nathan and I am from Australia. I heard her voice. She was in her regular clothes, not her uniform. Firstly, this is the four-month anniversary of me not posting. It's a cultural smorgasbord here at Sussex Uni don't you know. I have Sinister to thank for nearly all of the bands that I love. I'm going to make him a red velvet tombstone birthday cake! Oh yes. Nothing smutty should be read into that last phrase. The smut comes later. I am writing this on an electrically powered plastic box. Anne was going to cry at one point, after the splashing incident. Ah, listalgia has been upon me like ink on a polaroid. I played "Fuck This Shit" at my church, and no one was any the wiser. He is the bane of my existence and he makes me want to kill things. Alan Titchmarsh "You've given a lot of women a lot of pleasure". The crazy churches, with foaming-mouthed members who hate the unlike. Paris is OK, I suppose, I am getting used to it again. Linda's been her own sweet self keeping everything going publically. I hope it will be said: 'OUR PANTS WERE SCARLET, BUT OUR POSTS WERE READ'. IT LIKE BRIGHTON BUT CRAP? Yeah but at least both its piers are still working. // ee // +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister(a)missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo(a)missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+

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Sinister: Sinister Perth Picnic lowdown:)
by Kin WOO 10 Sep '02

10 Sep '02

Heya Sinisterinies Here's a rare-as-hen's-teeth email from moi about something vaguely Sinister/B&S related!:) what's the reason for this momentous occasion you ask? why it's the first Perth picnic to celebrate Sinister's 5th b'day! Picnic held on Sat Aug 24th in picturesque surrounds of King's Park. I brought homemade peanut butter choc squares and fizzies, Terry : white and milk choc cookies in letter form (to form "Belle and Sebastian" natch), and loadsa other delish delights like sausages, beer and (memory failing here) made cameos too:) Had to depart before soccer took place but apparently a gentle Perth winter drizzle cut short the game anyway. Picnic soundtracked by B&S, Lucksmiths and assorted indie bands. We had to wait a long time to use the barbecue equipment and despite the idea to play some Moldy Peaches ("WHO'S GOT THE CRACK?" specifically) very loudly to scare away punters, we politely waited our turn (like good little Sinisterinies). all in all, a very nice day out and hope all who attended will agree:) Hope to see some of y'all non-perthites at next one! "The trouble with the straight and the narrow is it's so thin I keep sliding off to the side" Jason Pierce +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister(a)missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo(a)missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+

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Sinister: Q: did i tell you about my friend who fell in love with two schoolbags?
by michael grant 09 Sep '02

09 Sep '02

A: he was bi-satchel. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! anyway, hello folks. how is everyone doing? i just turned on the radio to be greeted with the sounds of rufus wainwright. what a marvellous surprise. Radio Scotland on a monday night really is quite good. :o) [midway through writing this post, the dj was talking about loudon wainwright III having written a song for his infant son rufus back in the day, called 'rufus is a titman'. the dj then came out with the line "and that turned out to be anything but true". comedy genius. i'm guessing you had to actually hear it, but i was wetting myself.] [the dj man is actually playing a set of related songs. rufus wainwright -> martha wainwright (sister) -> loudon wainwright (father) -> the roches (loudon had a child with suzzy roche after splitting from kate mcgarrigle). cool. and there may even have been more before i turned on the radio.] i have a flat now. should have the keys by the end of the weekend. fingers crossed. this does mean that i will permanently be saying cheerio to the glasgow sinister massive and joining the edinburgh sinister massive. will they be able to cope? i'm not really sure. it's a lot for anyone to take. miss stacey dahling arrived at the end of last week. at first, she seemed like such a charming nice little girl, american though she may have been. but now i just think she's a violent little bitch. she just keeps hitting me. it's not very nice, y'know. i'm only kidding. i do like stacey. cos she says i'm "street" and "ghetto", which is pretty bitchin'. i think i might be coming down to london village at the end of september to see the mighty camera obscura play chickfactor. which would be cool. they really are a great band. musically, at least. i think we're going to get the train. i like long train journeys. they're always good fun. like going on a road trip. or going on school trips when you were a kid. where all you did was eat sweets and chat to your friends for hours on end. and play the gameboy. family guy is one of the funniest television shows in the world. it has jokes about necrophilia, hitler, jewish people and catholics, a talking baby AND a talking dog. try and think of something cooler than that! i dares ya. everyone should read 'the troublesome offspring of cardinal guzman' by louis de bernieres. in my opinion, the best book of all time. it's hard to describe, either in terms of plot or themes. i'll just say that it stands for everything i find important in life. love, individuality, intellect, purity of heart, strength of mind and character. and it makes me smile, in the way that belle and sebastian do. in that indescribable way. (i just wrote that, cos i sat for about ten minutes trying to think of a way to describe that smile. and i can't. well, not in any concise coherent way. and probably not at all electronically.) take care of yourselves and each other, michael.xx ps- just a few music recommendations thrown in at the end for a larff. the danielson famile - the fantastic smith family from new jersey, making gospel music with steve albini. (http://www.danielsonfamile.com and also http://www.secretlycanadian.com/secretlycanadian/danielsonfamile) the polyphonic spree - a lot has been said about them on here before. just want to add my praise to that already given. orchestal, choral pop music. in robes. (http://www.polyphonicspree.com) ben kweller - ex-singer with teenage punkers radish. just released his first solo album at the age of 20. features moldy peach kimya dawson. very good. (http://www.benkweller.com) geographic records - pastels-runs, domino-affiliated label. release records by teenage fanclub and jad fair, maher shalal hash baz, nagise ni te, future pilot aka, bill wells and others. (doesnt really have a comprehensive website. there is http://www.dominorecordco.com/news/geographic/geographic.html, but i would just suggest going into your local record store and buying any cd or vinyl with a catalogue number starting in GEOG. there's a reasonable chance it'll have a member of b&s on there somewhere.) kimya dawson - of the moldy peaches. has made three solo albums, all of which will be coming out on rough trade in the uk in the next year, the first one (i'm sorry that sometimes i'm mean) is already out. lovely, simple, beautiful songs. go and buy, one and all. (http://www.moldypeaches.com and http://kimyadawson.diaryland.com) "get out of your apartment. meet a member of the opposite sex. stop the excessive shopping and masturbation. quit your job. start a fight. prove your alive. if you don't claim your humanity you will become a statistic." - tyler durden. _________________________________________________________________ Chat with friends online, try MSN Messenger: http://messenger.msn.com +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister(a)missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo(a)missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+

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Sinister: Man's Pride
by JENOWL22＠aol.com 09 Sep '02

09 Sep '02

Hewwo, Nuts, I'm back in the UK. I didn't like America to be honest. Everyone was really mean. Actually, come to think of it, everyone's really mean here too. But at least the food has less chemicals. Someone said a grate thing to me yesterday about periods. "It's all blood and pain. It's just like Bosnia". At least, I think that's what they said. I haven't sobered up in 3 days. That's a lie. I sobered up for half an hour on saturday and decided I didn't like it, so I drank a quarter bottle of vodka and went back to being drunk. Man's Pride. Man's pride is where you be a R!E!A!L M!A!N which means you listen to thrash metal and ride a motorbike and women are only there to give you oral and bring you whiskey. And when you're drinking, if you throw up you're a poof and if you don't die you're a poof. Which means you have to swallow your vomit until you're dead otherwise you're not a real man. Man's Pride is the reason I have the worst hangover in the world. It is also the reason that I cried at Code:Veronica, because I got very emotionally attatched to some pixellated characters due to about 6 bottles of cheap wine. Today however, I am back to being a poof. I can't do Man's Pride full time. I don't really think it's in my genes. What with me being female. And an art fag allegedly because I own a beret. This is one of those really boring posts where I list how much I had to drink then tell you that I feel shit. I read Raise High the Roofbeam Carpenters. It was bloody marvellous. Truly it was. I came to the conclusion that my life is in fact a cartoon. An anime one with bad animation and some rude bits. But mostly a cartoon. Or at least, it is now, cause I said so. Less than three weeks until I move out to learn how to be a dentist and don't come back. It's scary because I'm only little. I bought Hello Kitty plates for to use when I'm living on my own. Except my mum bought me vitamins, so if i take those then I don't have to eat, which means I can use my money to buy records and skirts instead. That's my grate plan. It's sure to fail, but I'll give it a shot. Luckily I'm only 16 so the bank won't give me an overdraft. Well I should go and hit my head repeatedly off a wall until it starts working again. I hate man's pride. Hugs, Jen +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister(a)missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo(a)missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+

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Sinister: Dat's puir nectarist, mucker...
by jasonandreas＠btinternet.com 09 Sep '02

09 Sep '02

The following is an extract from the Herald... Ned Gear Greg Seaton, who has worked in Sydney for some years, was curious to notice, on a visit to Glasgow, how many of the city's pasty-faced neds were wearing Burberry baseball caps. He tells us: "Every time I see this it cracks me up, as, I assume unknown to the wearer, in the rest of the world, especially Sydney and New York, Burberry hats are almost exclusively worn by gay men." Now there's an interesting point to make to the boisterous young chaps in caps when you meet them on a late night bus. Now that, my friends, is fantastic. :) - Jase +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister(a)missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo(a)missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+

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Sinister: I'm nobody's little weasel
by Laura Llew 09 Sep '02

09 Sep '02

Two posts in less than a week. Why Sinister hasn't heard this much response out of me since someone tried to field test the answer of "fire" to the question of "What's orange and looks good on Laura Llew?" I'll make this short and sweet (the antithesis of me really). With the help of that Boy G, (who downloaded Notepad on my computer after it's mysterious disappearance. Of course, the version which I now have is Swedish which made my progress on it a bit slower. That and the fact that he used old school full html to do it. Not that in and of itself is complicated or difficult. I just had to have time for my mind to boggle that someone actually isn't too lazy to be bothered with it. Much like how people usually can't be troubled with reading long parenthetical comments that go on for sentences and tangential thoughts on end.) I finally finished the website for the Unfortunate Event -otherwise known as Southern Sinister Massive Meetup Version 1.0. You too can view the photographic evidence of the event at: http://www.joannou.net/petullant/UEindex.html You just clicky clicky on the pictures to go to the next page. Naturally, no pictures of me are on there. Or at least not of my face. I think one or two of my fingers might have slipped in. At least, they're not making obscene gestures like a certain Australian's digits in past sinister photos. Ahem. I don't know about anyone else but I had fun. From Georgia Jay looking like a bible salesman to the other Jay in a seersucker suit with a panama hat to Heil Heydt doing Hitler impersonations to G occasionally letting out an English "eeek!" to me retreating to a corner to read at some point (you knew it would happen) to one of the bookshop girls remeniscing about her first day of work at the bookstore where I terrified her by reenacting the gay deceivers scene from the Glass Menagerie. Conversation topics ran from absinthe to porn (those two go hand in hand, yes?) to public masturbation (no hand comments here) to Sanford & Son originally being an English tv show to David Lynch to something which caused Jayward to break out into a Mark E Smith impersonation. If I keep up with porn and masturbation this not only will no longer be short, it won't be sweet either. So, I'm off (like any number of things in a porn flick). until supplies last, Laura 'meeting all your Laura Llew needs since 1977" PS - I caught a link from Bapps blog and stumbled upon pictures of Miss Fruitloop who is perhaps the cutest girl IN THE WORLD. She reminds me of Kelly MacDonald. *swoon* _________________________________________________________________ MSN Photos is the easiest way to share and print your photos: http://photos.msn.com/support/worldwide.aspx +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister(a)missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo(a)missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+

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Sinister: trains, tippi, tools etc.
by Gordon 08 Sep '02

08 Sep '02

Sinister, Salve!* y'know it's taken me about a month to work out what an 'ink polaroid' is. There hasn't been much posted in the last couple of days, so I thought I'd chuck in this lot: three T's, two thirds of Felix Culpa and some sad f*****s. Enjoy. TRAINS The bold old ‘70’s orange-coloured Strathclyde Passenger Transport electric multiple unit rumbles out of a tunnel into Queen Street Low Level Station. It is a damp 8.30am, and I am headed out of the city to my current job in Dumbarton, farther down the Clyde, close to where that river transforms to firth. Commuters disembark from the train; numerous,anonymous and weary, and I make to board noticing, on my way, a proud brass plaque adorning and somewhat at odds with my carriage’s smooth, modern flank. Cast in brass are the words GLASGOW FESTIVE ORCHID. Suddenly, I am transported to China, and the air is filled with the scent of lotus blossom. Why orchids should suddenly make me think of China I'm not sure, but it happens nonetheless. Images of orchids I try to conjure up, but being relatively unfamiliar with that species I make do instead recalling those fake plastic pot plants, in the mould of sunflowers that wear sunglasses and sway from side to side when elvis music is played. Ten of these in the mind’s eye, rockin’ in unison, seems suitably floral and festive. The morning’s looking up. TIPPI The singer songwriter Tippi pronounces her name ‘tippey’ with a hard ‘I’ as in ‘tippex’ rather than ‘teepee’. This said I’m still going to dub her, for these purposes, ‘the pritti weegie wigwam wumman’. She sang at Brel the other night, and I was there, sitting at a candle-lit table in the conservatory part of the establishment, for the most part reading the closing chapter of Under the Volcano by Malcolm Lowry. (It’s about the last day on earth of an alcoholic ex- British consul in Mexico, by the way.) During the second of her two sets, Tippi was obscured behind several people standing in front of me, but for the first half I had an excellent, if gauzily short-sighted view, which was sufficient to notice that she was bouncing around zestfully to a simply but pleasingly strummed acoustic guitar. She has a new single coming out soon and if anyone’s interested, you can visit http://www.tippionline.com. That sounds like an advertisement, does it not? Well it does, but it isn’t ; ) TOOLS Man and his tools, eh? I was struggling with my busted umbrella this morning. It’s one of those ones with a telescopic stick, and the middle pole had become stuck in the base pole whilst the top one had detached ‘Help! Help! My stick is third-stuck and third-amok’ as one might appeal. Anyway, I decided I might be able to extract the middle bit by inserting my front door key into the cross-sectional void and wiggling it around a bit. As I was doing this I thought ‘hey, I’m practising the ancient art of tool-making.’ See, in short, I was using the key as an extension of my fingers. A tool is, I pondered, essentially an adaptive prosthetic; a specialised extension of the fingers. This particular tool was smaller across-ways than a finger, so it could get to places I couldn’t otherwise reach; it contained serrations, which could gain purchase on elements to be manipulated, much in the manner of a hook; and it was made of a material which in its rigidity could transfer a significant pressure from my hand to the point of contact between its tip and the element (s) concerned. Like all good tools it worked, and I remain dry. FELIX CULPA After all the fun with the umbrella, I did a bit of work then headed to Strawberry Fields in Glasgow to catch a band managed by a fellow sinisterian. The band is called Felix Culpa which means 'happy fault'. It arises from the tale of the Fall of Man: 'haha!' says God. 'It's just as well I chucked you out of Eden!' 'eh?' says Adam et al. 'Well, you see, now I can send bloke Jesus to go save you cos now you need saved but, more importantly, he needs the work.' One member of the band was in Dublin and was unwilling to shout that loudly, so the remaining member(?s) called themselves the Projeks and did something on their own instead. Sequencers were used as the engine behind some live sound manipulation and a guy joined in with some spoken vocals mainly about things burning. Jazzy soundscapes, yummm... With part of the evening still to go, I deftly skirted the city's red light district and over to Barfly there to stand, chainsmoking cigarillos, in front of some impassioned guitar rock. To be honest it was all high quality musicianship and very, very loud and so on but not really my cup of tea, so I booked a hotel room and went to bed. I suppose I could have caught the last train home, but did you ever camp out in the back garden as a kid? Well, it was like that: just for fun. And breakfast in the dining room on Saturday morning was ace, as were the bright orange walls in the bedroom, which is a scheme of decoration I've always aspired to. SFC That means Sad ******'s Club. We meet in a 70's theme bar and discuss corduroy with visual aids. This time around, these comprised a well-foxy long dark brown skirt with a lace-up arrangement at the waist, another skirt, some disco-tastic trousers in a maroon shade and a beige cord necktie. I only mention the existence of this elite bunch of sadnessss because it's a sinister spin-off, and a burgeoning rival to the Glasgow trendies, who I believe can now count spacy stacy amongst their legion and, soon, a guy called arik. Maybe one day we''l have a contest in Falkirk, to see who's cooler, with Sweetie as compere. Ok. Time up, I've got two things to go and enjoy. The first is Valvola and DJ Spectra from Firenze's 'Venus 69' Japanese Electronic Pop Art Music Museum CD and, to follow, eating scones with strawberry jam and clotted cream whilst watching College Girls on Ch4. Weyhey. Yeehah. I like Sunday evenings. Gordon *Or, bother and fiddlesticks, should it be 'Salve Sinister!'? +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister(a)missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo(a)missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+

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Sinister: Entirely music-based post (a bit boring)
by stout robin 06 Sep '02

06 Sep '02

Hello folks I picked up a flyer in Cardiff the other day for a band called Joan Of Ass. I told the girl in the record shop that I already knew of a band called Joan Of Arse, which I thought was a much better name. She reckoned they're the same band, but I don't think so - she speaks sort of posh anyway so any ass is an arse to her. Does anyone know? Is Mr Moorkens still on the list? Are these people imposters or are Joan Of Arse just trying to broaden their appeal to the American market?? I'd like to find out in case I go and see them. The new Flaming Lips album is dead ace. You can listen to it here: http://www.warnerreprise.com/flaminglips/player/ You should do, too. god, I'm so bored, I want to go home... R __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Everything you'll ever need on one web page from News and Sport to Email and Music Charts http://uk.my.yahoo.com +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister(a)missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo(a)missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+

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Sinister: Oh we do like to b3 beside the seasidXoR
by Robert Brennan 06 Sep '02

06 Sep '02

Quick note for anyone coming down to the (not quite)English Riviera tomorrow: I'll be hanging round the concourse at Portsmouth & Southsea station (not Portsmouth Harbour so don't go there) from about 2:15. I can be mobiled on 07931870104 in case of difficulties. Looks like seaside weather. Bring a brolly. Robster __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Everything you'll ever need on one web page from News and Sport to Email and Music Charts http://uk.my.yahoo.com +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister(a)missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo(a)missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+

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