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Sinister: Sometimes I still feel the bruise up my arse
by Mark Casarotto 23 Aug '03

23 Aug '03

I see Paulo Stinsoni stuck his twee oar in. Let me give it a further push and a bit of a twist. Brings tears to your eyes. Kids - Paulo's post was a bit of a parable. Being twee = YOU DON'T GET LAID AND YOU END UP UNHAPPY. There's a bit of a lesson in there, I think. (To completely derail my comments, I'm listening to "Paper Boat" as I type this. Kind of a shame it never made it onto a record.) I hear wonderful, wonderful rumours about the Aislers Set. I'd love to hear anyone telling Amy Linton that she's twee. Shortest post ever! M xxx ________________________________________________________________________ Want to chat instantly with your online friends? Get the FREE Yahoo! Messenger http://uk.messenger.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: don't be afraid, you have just got your eyes closed
by lynsey callaghan 23 Aug '03

23 Aug '03

Well, hello sinister, My, my, hasn't it been a long time? I know you've been around but I haven't been paying too much attention, you've been kind of like the doddery old grandmother who sits in the corner and reads out crossword clues when you're trying to watch eastenders. A distraction, although not an altogether unpleasant one. Just badly timed. So I've been busy, for the first time in ages, instead of earning myself a reputation for sitting in pubs and coffee shops. I have a job. It's quite good. I have some money. That's also quite good. I'm getting all excited and flustered and watery-eyed about the prospect of a belle and sebastian album, which, by most accounts , is going to be something of a cracker. I've tried to cheekily download some of the album tracks on Kazaa, but it's not having any of it. How am I going to wait any longer?!?! This week, I went to the north of Sweden, to Lapland and into the arctic. I stood on the polar circle, which was something of an anticlimax really. A big curved log and a visitor's centre which sold fluffy reindeer toys and keyrings and fluffy mocassins. A toilet you have to pay 50p to use. A sign in severl languages, of which I could read only one, and vaguely understand one more. Living in Scandinavia has its downfalls, the biggest one being that you really, truly realise your ineptitude for learning languages. I can speak English (although some would beg to differ on that point), and a little Spanish, basic german. Some of the people I met this weekend can speak Swedish, Finnish, Saami, English and German. Phew. Anyway. So the arctic circle probably wasn't even the arctic circle this week, since it moves according to its mood (honest), so I mayhave been on the Arctic Circle (TM), or i may have been nearly a kilometre away. but who's going to know from looking at a photo of me grinning and jumping off a log under a sign that says *Polcirkeln'? I also went to the world's largest underground mine (TM) and a big old hole in the ground to pick up shiny bits of rock. I think I was supposed to pay more attention, but who could do that when there are big shiny bits of metal everywhere. eh? Geology schmeology, I'm only in it for the gold. I haven't really anything constructive to add on teh subject of tweeness, since I'm neither twee nor anti-twee, but even if I did, I don't think I could articulate it any better than has already been done. It's been nice to read some more sinister posts after the recent drought. It's also been nice rediscovering #sinister after a month-long absence. You should all come along, really! It's not all about bums and smut. Well, not all the time. In other news, I'm going to be back in the UK for two weeks at the start of october. It's going to be a two week frenzy of wine-swilling, gig-going and record-buying, and I can't WAIT. I'm going to be in London and Glasgow, and possibly several places in between, so if there's going to be anything sinisterish happening around that time,or you just fancy going to the pub for a big old chat, please do let me know. And if anyone wanted to organise a picnic or pubnic around that time (hint, hint...) that would be just lovely. I should really go and do some work now. love, volvos and reindeer steaks, lyns xox _________________________________________________________________ Hitta rätt köpare på MSN Köp & Sälj http://www.msn.se/koposalj +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: Trevor Horn (Seymour Stein, once more)
by Fernando Brito 23 Aug '03

23 Aug '03

Trevor Horn - I'm so angry I caught a glimpse of my fave band It was anything but Belle and... (You) Took my band away Tell me what's your plan? Trevor Horn My-eee man I hope you choke with your dinner You find a hideaway I'll seek from this day I'll find you, well, I'll kick your ass and say: Stay Loose is a shame, nothing but a bad tune I hate all your work and I think you're quite an asshole Where's the voice of Stuart Lee? And the rest of that great team? Trevor bring them back to me! I know you very well You suck, you're a jackass You don't mind 'cos you're moronic So much that it can be quite comic Trevor Horn - sorry, I HATE you Hope you'll break all bones It's a good way for dying Trevor Horn Trevor Horn...... * * * Stay Loose is crappy, at least. And I hope Trevor Horn didn't screw up with Lord Anthony. * * * And now I retreat back to lurkerdom. Kisses and hugs, Fernando Brito +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: soft, like me
by ian 22 Aug '03

22 Aug '03

det var en gang that is once upon a time, there was a world. and the world was pretty large. of course, people looked out into space, and dreamt of bigger planets, and pondered what life could be like if they could only escape their earth-bound existence, little suspecting that the secret to escaping your fetters does not lie in physical movement. but i digress. there was a world. and the world was pretty large. and those that didn't dream of leaving dreamed of making it better. and those that didn't dream of either had forgotten how to dream, and that made them bitter, and cruel. bear with me, there is a point to all this. hello my fluffy friends, it has been a while. i have missed you. but you've been busy, and you've moved on, as people do, and you've moved away, and now you're saying strange things, things that i understand, but that make me shudder. let me explain, in a round-about way,... it comes down to one thing.... det var en gang once upon a time, there was a boy who lived all alone, in a tall building in a big city. he didn't mind it, safe, in the tall building. he enjoyed life there, all alone, staring out of the window at the clouds, watching the seagulls swooping and diving past the glass, dreaming of joining them, floating high above the streets. he enjoyed that, those quiet days, in a safe place, when he didn't have to leave home. some days, he had to leave the building. those were the days that scared him. a nice story... but it isn't the right way to convince you. try a different approach. change tack. bear with me, there is a point to all this. new tack....: da kidz have ditched nu metal. this is official, although you already knew it. gone are the pointless bits of chain and the trousers showing just too much arse (although that isn't always a bad thing). da kidz have moved on, so i hear. these days, they're sporting hair spiked perfectly asymmetrically, they spend many hours in front of their mirrors pulling their locks into that just-got-out-of-bed style. they wear ripped clothing, though they aren't poor. they wear sweatbands, though they don't like to exercise and they smoke, if they feel that it looks good. sometimes they wear sunglasses when its dark, although they've never heard of the blues brothers. da kidz look good these days. skinny musculature, tanned from a summer of exposure, snake hips, poured into tight trousers, swagger and sway - in that sid vicious way, and lips that curl up in the middle. da kidz have irony for breakfast, in fact they have it before breakfast, moving onto satire for a mid-morning (2 p.m.) snack and parody, cigarettes and imported russian vodka for evening meal. oh, they look good. and they sound good. their bodies are hard, their minds are hard. perhaps they make me a little hard.... but, mostly, they leave me cold. deep inside, perhaps, they're happy. i'll never know. i was never anything like that. i could never be anything like that. and now, i'm happy to say that i will never be anything like that. bear with me, there is a point to all this. so, i'm sitting here, in my bell-bottoms and smiths top (if it was a hefner top it would work better in this context, but it isn't, so i won't lie to you) and behind me on the chair is the cardigan i like to fall into from time to time. purple, orange and blue, and bought on a york day when the sun refused to shine. purple, orange and blue, too large around the sleeve-ends, where i've pulled them over my hands too often, because i like to hide my hands. near me, on the shelf, sits a picture of my little pussy cat and behind me, on the bed, sits one of several teddy bears. i like teddy bears. i talk to them, i wonder if they actually do have feelings, sometimes i sleep with one, although i'm now twenty-nine and a proper grown-up. don't press delete yet. there's an important point here. sometimes, the world scares me. i like smiley-face stickers, that make me feel happier, i like brightly coloured things, i like people who hug me and tell me everything is going to be allright. i like people who really, really hug me, and make me feel safe. i like the feeling that, sometimes, there's somewhere to hide. because we all need that. no matter how big we are. and, guess what? none of this is an affectation. bear with me, there is a point to this. det var en gang once upon a time there was a boy. i won't keep you in suspense. this is an autobiographical number, and the boy will bear more than a passing resemblance to me. he might wank less and be more tanned, in this story, but then again he might not. that boy hadn't enjoyed growing up. and he had a secret. he wasn't really enjoying being a grown-up either. but nobody was supposed to know this, not even himself. so that nobody ever found out his secret, he smiled in the wrong places, at the wrong things. he cultivated an air of sarcasm and irony, he learnt the right put downs, at just the right times, to bring the braggard to the ground. he made sure he had the clothes that made him look the thinnest, and he swaggered around with an eye for a verbal fight, knowing he looked better than some, knowing that put him in a stronger position, knowing that maybe, just maybe, people hadn't got him rumbled. it didn't work. chiefly because he wanted people to like him. those that did like him...well...you'll have to ask them their reasons. perhaps they saw something underneath. perhaps they knew none of it was real, because they recognised that he was doing what they were doing themselves. bear with me, there is a point to all this. at a stage in this boy's life, he discovered affectation. he followed the Mighty Cocker into the charity-shops of the cities, and decked himself out in ironic print shirts. he purchased flared trousers, and wore them with a knowing smile. he cut his hair short, dyed it pink, and got angry when people stared at it. he swaggered a little more, in a cool way. in a different way to the others. he wasn't like them. he didn't have to be witty. he could be an individual, like all the other individuals. one day, he realised he wasn't being ironic any more. he loved his print shirt, and his flares. he still wears them to this day and probably will for some time. and he learned something very important about affectation. eventually, you forget where the person you were to begin with ends and where the pretence begins. the two merge into one being. perhaps a more complete person, if the affectation was a positive one, but more often an imbalance is created. and the boy looked at those people who had been his friends before, with their clever lines, and their cigarettes, and he knew, too, that they had grown into this identity that once they sought to hide behind - that the put-downs and the bitching had become the person, that the coping strategy was now the personality. and he realised how shallow his new persona was, although he liked it. and he realised that they weren't really all that different, those people and him. they just coped with words where he coped with clothes, and a burt bacharach shuffle. and then, just at the right time, along came belle and sebastian. and more followed.. a bowlie weekender, some kind people, a mailing list... a magical place. really. a place where people talked about meaning in music, where people spoke unashamedly of the whirly bits in songs that made their hearts flutter, a place where people crept out of the shadows and said 'i'm shy, be kind to me'... and, by and large, people were kind. the layers fell away, bit by bit. there were events in every day life too, but the mailing list was an important part. this was somewhere he didn't have to pretend, although he lied a lot and joked a bit just because he liked doing it. the layers fell away, although the print shirts remained, and in came other things... snatches of song: time has told me, you're a rare rare find a trouble cure for a troubled mind this is the time of life that i am living and i'll face each day with a smile 'cos we've got feelings and we're DAMN PROUD OF IT i feel the planets surround me, they gather round me in came the sincere smile. the lack of shame. the ability to face life without the shell. somewhere, along came the ability to say 'this is me. i'm soft. and i'm proud of it. don't hurt me, and i'll try not to hurt you'. and, over the years, it grew. partly because of a band. partly because of their softness. partly because of their vulnerability. partly because of - bear with me, because here comes the point their tweeness. oh, you can tell me it isn't there and you can say you don't believe in it but that won't stop me seeing it, and cherishing it, and holding it close to my heart as something important, as a lesson that has to be learned. i think you see it differently to me. i think you see it as something empty, shallow, overly sentimental. i see none of that. i see the tweeness as an intrinsic part of who some of us are. i see it as a refusal to conform to a world of mcdonalds and george bush and three-minute stardom. not a precious refusal or a staged act of rebellion. not some strokes-y night in a bar or a radiohead frown (although i do like the radiohead frown), but a gentle, understanding 'no. thank you.'. understanding, perhaps because we've been there, trying to be what so many others are trying to be. or, for those luckier ones, because we were never taken in by it in the first place. i don't want to throw their world back in their faces. i want to invite them into mine. i want to cuddle them, and make them feel warm, and safe and loved. i want to make them realise how important they are. each and every one of them. especially the cruel ones, and the angry ones, because they're the saddest of all. and if you'd care to come and stay in my little corner of the world we could hide away in my little corner of the world we always knew we'd find someone like you actually, no, we didn't know we'd find you. but we're very glad we did find you, in the end. and, just this once, we're going to get precious. we're going to tell you that you're wrong, we're not going to let you deny this important, this beautiful tweeness, this softness. because it isn't an affectation for so many of us. in it lies an oddly beautiful strength. a strength that comes from knowing that kindness is okay. in my head, an aisler's set song. i've been listening to them every morning for the past couple of weeks. and they're twee. and its the biggest compliment i could give them: the building yawns as the stop light changes 'just a kid with a filthy mind' they've never seen your sentimental side they've never seen you in your best light. oh they're beautifuly, gorgeously, upliftingly, simultaneously-happy-and-sadly-heartbreakingly twee and in them now i see what i first loved in belle and sebastian. i see the boy who always crys at endings, the one who thought there was love in everything and everyone. the boy who was naive, perhaps, but stronger than you think. celebrate your tweeness. be proud. and... if it really is an affectation...(although mine never was).... there are far worse ones to nurture. oh, and i forgot something important. i forgot the point to this. live happily ever after. snipp snapp snute, så var eventyret ute xx ian paulo, if you're doing that tape, i'd love a copy. +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: Click your heels three times and make a wish
by robin stout 22 Aug '03

22 Aug '03

Hallo again THREE VERY IMPORTANT THINGS: 1. - If I ever meet Paulo Stinsoni I will give him a CUDDLE! 2. - Thanks to Johan for telling us about Step Into My Office on Amazon. I went and had a look and discovered that they have the new album cover up too: http://images-eu.amazon.com/images/P/B0000C84MZ.02.LZZZZZZZ.jpg 3. - I am going to eat NOODLES! Mmmmm!!! xxx _________________________________________________________________ Hotmail messages direct to your mobile phone http://www.msn.co.uk/msnmobile +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: PIC NIC ANYONE?
by Stefano [Steady-State] 22 Aug '03

22 Aug '03

Hello my dear sinister I think this is a very short noticed, but having myself noticed we are going to face a bank holiday week end, and trying to avoid the rather sad temptation of gong to work on monday, i told to myself, even if it is a bit of a short notice, what's better then spending time with a few other sinister person in the park, and ON A MONDAY a day i should be supposed to be at job instead? [honestly I think nothing!]-[well might be I am a bit enthusiastic, for once let me be] so if the notice is short enough, I was think the same old plan will do... MEETING: at 2@PM (well 2 AM should be fun tho) at of the Odeon cinema, in Camden parkway just by the Cambden tube station (I am patient... such a lair... so I think we will stay there for a while.. like 2:30... trying to have a tan in the middle of camden town... no don't like tan very much, I'll rather stay in the dark corned of the cinema...) if you feel lazy or fashionable late. or whatever, it is quite a tradition we are going to head up the TOP OF PRIMROSE HILLL I guess you' ll recognise us. this is all a rush, so even If I am the less telegenic (does this term exists? don't really mind) person on the planet surface I can even there to give you me number... I can't guarantee I'll be able to read your messages tho, still have HUGE problems in try to figure out how this b***y thing does work! here is the number anyway: 07919468162 is it correct? i don't know! but i'll keep me finger crossed. I think footie will be a nice idea too! just bring a ball cause I haven't got any: I'm useless I know... but If you've ever seen me plaing you would understand why I prefer to stay away from that device! again: MONDAY!!!! Bank holiday!!! YEAHAEY! ---------------OXFORD----------- Mark mentioned there is a nice club in oxford tonight! unfortunately i can't really make it... even if I had love to, we managed to be a nice (?) bouncing couple at last how does it feel and shared the joy of the night bus. what do you want more? another pint might me..can come later tonight! *was great to meet Paul and Sam and Tara as well* -----------Ironing-------- especially I think i deserve one, having woke up at about half past four, why? don't who! feel unexpectedly jet lagged, might be something i dreamt but I can't remember... and yes, what can you do so early in the morning... well...I hate my special reserve of pineapple slice the night before... so... looking ta the pile of stuff to iron getting HUGE I though, why not going for that... actually it was excellent... I manage to have my wardrobe sorted (still waiting for the louvre door...) and feel a lot relaxed. must be the housewife stories is all bollocks, they do iron, they should be alright. I'll turn into a house husband soon. wonna marry me? hope to see you soon (on top of primsorose hill on MONDAY!!!!) take care stefano PS: if u need much more information please contact me of list I'll be more then glad to give it to you and MORE IMPORTANT :NEWCOMERS!!!! YOU ARE BLISS!!! COME!!!!!!!!!!!! ~#~#~#~#~#~#~#~#~# in the time of the winter the waiter fell into the snow he could hear a voice but will he ever find his way if I'm so far from your heart why do I feel it beat and time won't wait for us ~#~#~#~#~#~#~#~#~#~ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: a summer wasting - or, it's hot outside
by clairk＠carleton.edu 21 Aug '03

21 Aug '03

Hello. There's been a flurry of posts in the last 24 hours, it seems, so I figure I'll make like a Californian and throw my hat in the ring, only, y'know, not for governor. (Although I do have some interesting ideas for balancing the budget, but that's neither here nor there.) I've noticed in the past that my Belle and Sebastian listening habits are faintly related to the weather. When the first warm day of spring hits and the snow has completely melted (this is usually like the end of April around here), I generally will listen to Tigermilk for days on end. Today I listened to If You're Feeling Sinister to commemorate the fact that it's not a hundred degrees out for once; I find that I can't really get into chamber pop when it's 98 degrees outside and we have no air conditioning, and I end up listening to Hot Hot Heat. (Corollary: It never occurred to me that Hot Hot Heat was somehow an appropriate band for listening to on a hot day until I was writing this.) At any rate, so I think I'll probably let this record establish a residency in my CD player for a while, like when I listened to nothing but Sgt Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band for over a week. I ended up deciding it wasn't my favourite Beatles album after all. I don't know how this experiment will turn out. The Minnesota State Fair starts today, and I really should make a point of going this year. I managed to miss it last summer but state fairs seem like such an integral part of being Midwestern that it's a wonder I've never actually been to one. I can't imagine how a hayride would work considering Minnesota's fairgrounds are in the middle of a huge city, but I'm sure they make up for that somehow. Also I bet they carve things out of butter. Hideous! I eagerly anticipate my radio show this term; I can't decide whether I should have it on a Monday so that I can turn 21 on the air or if I should have it on a Tuesday so I can play Dear Catastrophe Waitress, uninterrupted, on the day it comes out. They'll probably put my show on a Thursday or something. I look forward to many reports! back! from the gigs! and will myself be waving at the band's plane as it flies overhead. Unless they've already done that. Pity. unconfined by labels, -kevin +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: step into my office, babies
by Hugo Johan <12813249＠sun.ac.za> 21 Aug '03

21 Aug '03

ahoy there, me hearties! actually i've just stepped in my office, or at least the unviersity's computer lab because i've been feeling a little melancholy today, and i've always found that catching up on e-mail to internet radio really helps AND don't worry, you can read on, because i've just finished going through all of the sudden flood of sinister posts (thanks y'all!) and heard stephanie says on the radio ( so i'm not feeling nearly melancholy enough to vent it on all of you... but don't let me put anyone else off - i like fancying myself as a cold shoulder to cry on. btw, i was only barely aware of the existence of stephanie says, and it has now suddenly overtaken i'll be your mirror as my all-time favourite velvet underground song EVER - and to add to recent discussions, i see is described as "chamber-pop" in one amazon.com review. and to add my little 5-cents worth, i agree that many of the bad things about tweeness DON'T apply to b&s, but i'd like to meet anyone who can look me in the eyes and tell me "family tree" isn't twee. in fact, isobel seems to have been the twee one (the first gentle waves album in particular really is twee as fuck though isn't it?) and in fact i'm sortof dreading that her departure will have caused the balance to swing a little too much to the rawky side, but then i haven't heard any of the new stuff and it'll all be excellent anyway, i'm sure ooh wait, though content: i can't remember it being mentioned on the list (and it was interesting seeing pitchforkmedia reviewing stay loose, because on amazon.com, "step into my office, baby" is already on sale as the first single, on sale 23rd september, for anyone interested (at $5,98) well, so that's it except to let you know: it's snowed here for two days in a row. normally we would get maybe snow once in an exceptionally cold winter, and some of the hills haven't had snow on them for decades. anyway, it's all rather pretty. bear in mind that i'm heading into a summer that's going to be the same temperatures and hotter as the heat-wave in europe now - but for 3-4 months, so understand my pleasure. lots love to you all JohaN +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: 'stay loose' song review, ft. "mozzeresque revenge fantasies"
by Kevin Hyde 21 Aug '03

21 Aug '03

Hi sinisterines and -ettes, This was on Pitchfork today: Belle & Sebastian: "Stay Loose" So whoulda thought it, but Belle & Sebastian have gone and made one of the most offbeat, punchdrunk pop records so far this year-- one that bears little resemblence to the literate wallflower wish fulfillment and Mozzeresque revenge fantasies they've established as a signature. On early inspection, the band has chucked its recent fascination with Northern Soul pastiche in favor of a delicate mix of craft (six years ago, who'd have thought that word would used to describe Belle & Sebastian?) and quirk. The result is in parts reminiscent of 10cc's irreverent pop, post-Bubblegum 70s soft rock, and the eclecticism of Andrew Loog Oldham's Immediate label. The assured hand of producer Trevor Horn must have helped. His dexterity is felt strongest on the near seven-minute album closer "Stay Loose", in which B&S take a dreadlock holiday through the echo chamber, have a conversation with a helpful cornflake, and skip through musical styles like a Scottish Super Furry Animals. It's either genius or madness but after years of mostly missteps, I'm once again slowly leaning to the former. -- Scott Plagenhoef I'm sure some of you have probably already seen it, but I figured there also *must* be people who don't read that website every day. Anyway. That's it for now. I'll be slinging hot dogs tomorrow if anyone asks. Oooh yeah Kevin +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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: Sticking my twee oar in
by Paulo Stinsoni 21 Aug '03

21 Aug '03

Ah my lovelies, my sweet cherubic lovlies, I remember the good old twee days, the Inspiral Carpet fans wore their "Cool as Fuck" badges, and we wore our "Twee as Fuck" ones. "The Field Mice" drifted in and out of our minds with beautiful "Emma's House" adn "When morning comes to town". Tallulah Gosh spat out "Beatnik boy" to their sharp twangy guitars, and the Pastels slapped on the twee with "Truck, train, tractor". I can list more - The Fat Tulips, The Haywaines, The Shop Assistants. All wonderful. All wonderfully twee. I lost it all. Britpop swallowed up all the tweeness with snarls and rock guitar, but there's no other way, according to Blur. All I was left with was the shadows of memories. All those flexis, all those compilation tapes, all those fanzines, all of my teanage life. In 1999 I was working in Ware, fairly near London, and I had been in email communicatiion with the sister of a friend at work. Her name was Sarah. Sarah was at London Uni at the time, and invited me over for a drink. She was a beautiful girl. She had the voice of an angel, was so charming, and witty in her emails, I was struck down with this awesome girl. I found it so difficult not to say stupid stuff when with her, because I was so overcome. She let me sleep on her bed with her. We didn't "do" anything. I couldn't spoil her perfectness with my oafish body. She was so perfect. She played "The Boy with the Arab Strap". The first time I ever herad Belle and Sebastian. The hairs rose on the back of my neck, tears welled in my eyes. When "Is it wicked not to care" came on I was in raptures. It is soooo twee. It gave me back my teanage life. I felt so good, and yet so awful inside, as I know you can't bring back all those things, it will never happen. Sarah found someone else at Uni. I live over 200 miles away anyway. But she gave me Belle and Sebastian. I bought everything of theirs after that. I'm all sad now. Still, I have my Belle and Sebastian collection. They'll talk to me. They'll bring me round. And I have you Sinisterators too. Love, twee and biscuits Paul. PS - For my birthday (it was 9th August, in case you want to put it in your diary for next year) a friend of mine put together a CD of the stuff I used to listen to, with Tallulah Gosh, Field Mice, Heavenly, Sea Urchins etc. If you really want to feel the twee, send me a mail, and I'll do you a tape. PPS - Dirty Vicar - I haven't forgotton that I promised you some Strawberry Story too, I still have your email, and I'll sort it out when I've finished decorating. _________________________________________________________________ Tired of 56k? Get a FREE BT Broadband connection http://www.msn.co.uk/specials/btbroadband +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ 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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