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The Low Miffs – The Man Who Took on Love and Won

Posted by Matthew in Scottish Bands on 31 Jul 09 • 16 Comments »

This is the video for the Low Miffs’ new single The Man Who Took on Love and Won. I think they are brilliant.

The band had suffered a bit of an interruption to their upwards momentum by the time I first discovered them a year or two ago, having lost a manager and a musician, and momentum is a bloody elusive quality in the music industry. They’re obviously made of more determined stuff than a lot of bands though, because theire debut album is now on the verge of being released and if this song is anything to go by it might well be brilliant.

I’ve had mixed responses from readers to the Low Miffs in the past, but they have the Mrs. Toad seal of approval (maybe she just likes Leo because he makes her feel tall) so they must be good. And I think they’re fucking superb and a joy to behold live. A preposterous, outrageous, massively over the top joy, but a joy nonetheless.

And check out Tom’s black guitar in this video. If he wakes up one morning and his house has been burgled with nothing but that guitar stolen, then I think he should probably check my house first. I can’t even play the bloody thing and it’s making me salivate.

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Five Festival Farkleberries

Posted by Matthew in Five for Friday on 31 Jul 09 • 59 Comments »

Yup, Still Cunts

So, good people of the internets, this Friday I am going to be getting mind-meltingly bladdered at my works night out from about lunch time today, so my comments might go downhill even more sharply than usual this afternoon. Fortunately, it won’t be the teeth-grindingly awful teambuilding nonsense implied by that picture because basically my work are a bunch of total pissants. So it will be drunken mayhem, which will be far better. We even have two new people to torment, which will be splendid. Mwaah hah haaa! Actually, we’ll probably all be far too drunk to give them a hard time, but it’s the thought that counts.

For those of you who are interested, this weekend’s plans include sorting out most of the Found Toad Session, DJing at this excellent gig on Sunday and doing the Toad Records accounting so that we can pay Meursault the vast sums of money their godlike genius requires.

Also, I may masturbate and eat some pickled onions.

Not at the same time.

Why why does it always get to past two o’clock in the morning and I am still fucking awake and doing shit? Fucking hell that’s annoying. I’m soooo sleepy too, but I just can’t seem to get to bed at a normal time, it’s ridiculous.

Mrs. Toad and I had our anniversary this week – three years. We first met in 1991, so we’ve taken our time. I celebrated by going out with my mates, getting pished and breathing beer on her at two in the morning. I’m a fucking great husband, I am. She celebrated by forgetting about it and wishing me happy anniversary this morning – a day late. So it’s safe to say we don’t take this stuff that seriously in our house. It’s still nice to think about though.

DE-LURK! Please! Honestly, the voices are starting to get to me, please jump in and say hello. Friday is de-lurking day. I promise you Chutters won’t be boorish, Dylan won’t be pretentious, DC won’t be needlessly verbose and Euan won’t be sulky. I can’t promise you Bart won’t be funny though. Five yourselves all to pieces, people.

1. Work social events – good, bad or indifferent?
2. Do you like your baths scalding, warmish or cool?
3. Have you ever heard a better dismissal of a whole musical genre than ‘ethnic sex music’?
4. Favourite kind of fruit.
5. Best ever mix tape you made.

This week’s five songs are all from a mix I made for my brother… bloody years ago, I’m not quite sure when.

Snow Patrol – Fifteen Minutes Old