Fans of old-time two-man blues, underage girls, and all things Amish: Rumspringa are playing TONIGHT at the Knitting Factory in Hollywood! They’re playing with a little band I recently reviewed, Entrance (the thick groovy band with hot ass Paz shredding b-b-b-bass). Might wanna check ‘em out, Oswald.

Anyway, TONIGHT @ 8:00 PM in Hollyweird.  Be there, or be an L7 Weenie.

The ‘Springa consists of Joey Stevens on guitbox and Itaru de la Vega on the skins.  Seriously, if you’re into chicks you needa be here. These guys get more beaver than the Hoover Dam.  You might think I’m kidding. But when these two hot cocks schuck and jive, drunken, barefoot girls take to the stage, dancing like those hot-ass 1960’s cunts in the Woodstock documentary.

Itaru is a longtime homie of mine.  Go out and show your support.  The tunes are rad, the girls are young, and the booze will be flowing faster than your girlfriend’s period.  I’m a fan of the bloody mary, but you can just buy me beer! I’ll be rocking my Capote frames. Ladies, watch out.

You can check out their tunage by clicking this here Rumspringa button. 

The Knitting Factory: 
7021 Hollywood Blvd.
Hollywood, California 90028
Doors @ 8:00 PM

Gimme Shelter! Godfather of the music documentary, Albert Maysles – the dude behind the aforementioned Rolling Stones doc, not to mention Monterey Pop and What’s Happening! The Beatles in the U.S.A. has dropped his walking stick to declare his next epic project. So what band is he going to bestow with never-ending fame and glory? Think for a minute. Who has really changed the face of modern music over the last decade?

Still scratching? Let Buddyhead make it easier for you. Fall Out Boy! Did I stutter? Yes, Maysles has chosen Pete Wentz and the boys as his last testament and death rattle to the silver screen. I don’t know about you, but I’m stoked! Is there any better way to go out than watching dudes with lame piercings and tribal tats shop at Hot Topic and molest 14-year-old fan girls? Sounds like a plan to me.

Hey Maysles, I know being an old geezer sucks and all, but c’mon bro. There are waaaay better ways to spend your time. Just take a look at what this dude does with all the extra hours on his hands!

While on the topic, Fall Out Boy’s new record sounds steller! Wentz said the band is going all out on an effort to recreate the sound of Definitely Maybe.

“I think the one aspect we’re bringing to the record is something Oasis did a lot, where they play these really distorted, awesome riffs, and they’d have an acoustic guitar over the entire song,”

If Alan McGee is reading this, contact these dudes ASAP. No better way to re-jump Poptones than redo the magic of Creation. They may be a bit pricey, but how much did Shields put you in for on Loveless? Exactly!

On another note, Panic! At The Disco have officially changed their name to Panic At The Disco. It seems that the added exclamation mark made them feel a little too marketable as they unleashed their Honda Civic tour. Not to throw fans off, but they are now tying to marquee the “fact” that they are named after a Smiths’ song. That’s okay with me, as long as it keeps Honda far away from the Scion infiltration of all just about every rock dive in the country. And I hear Morrissey likes to slob young boys on the DL.

Speaking of mindless namedropping to scheme credibility, have you seen Juno? It’s okay to mention a couple bands in a flick, but goddamn. First it’s the Melvins, then The Stooges, Sonic Youth and The Runaways? Why not drop some Black Randy dialogue while you’re at it? And somehow, industry heads are parading the screenwriter as the next Tarantino. Stooops!

Val Kilmer. You are a strange dude. But I’m digging you 1000% on the Nirvana lettering, and check it, I’ve already got the blueprint for your Neil Young cover video!

I hope Travis has his boner shorts on, cause Kevin Ayers (otherwise known as the dude from The Soft Machine) is releasing his new record stateside in March. And, it’s being backed as one of the best of the year by Mojo! I can’t really call it, seeing how it features members of Teenage Fanclub and Neutral Milk Hotel alongside blokes from Architecture in Helsinki. Uhh, okay… Way to start off strong and then shit on the parade, man! Anyhoo, The Bad Seeds drop at about the same time, so guess what I’m marching to the record store to pick up?

Meanwhile…Did you know the that Vice’s cash cumbox, VBS, is now owned by MTV? And it seems they also fired the last great thing about the mag, Gavin McInnes, as an owner. Cheerio mates! I guess Mykel Board was right when he said that most punks trade in their Dead Kennedy patches once they see a little greenery. Have fun getting fat and drinking pin coladas.

Maybe the most important news of the hour, Dead Meadow’s new album hits shops in a couple weeks. I’ve heard it, and if you’re in mind-jamming solos and getting stoned – this one’s for you!

Lastly, I don’t know if you’ve seen all this Brittany Spears coverage on basically every channel on the dial, but I’ve got a seven-word solution to remedy the situation. “SEND THAT BITCH TO PHIL SPECTOR”S HOUSE!”

Joe Burns hit the lobster tank with Lou Reed at the Manson show in Philly. Neither one of these dude’s party can be stopped!

A must for any die hard Lynch/Peaks superfan and perfect for those unfamiliar, the Twin Peaks Definitive Gold Box Edition has it all. From both U.S. and international pilots (available in the U.S. for the first time here) to an interactive map of “the show’s locations and how to find them in real life”, the Gold Box Edition makes for hours upon hours of Great Northern bliss. The collection of interviews, deleted scenes and exclusive footage pulls you behing the scenes of the phenomenon that was Twin Peaks like never before. TV spots, On-air promos and production documents are also included along with a short about “Peak Freaks”. Remastered from the original negative with 5.1 Audio (the original 2.0 Audio version also included), it looks and sounds better than ever. Join David Lynch as he reminisces with Kyle MacLauchlam, Madchen Amick and John Wentworth at L.A.’s Bigfoot Lodge over coffee and pie. Feel Julee Cruise pull at your heartstrings with her and David’s audial/visual collaboration “Falling”. Rip a bong and then ponder each and every “Log Lady” introduction ever filmed. The art and packaging alone is well worth it (accompanied by a gold envelope containing numbered, limited edition Twin Peaks postcards) and makes a handsome addition to any bookshelf. As David Lynch himself put it, “I think this is a great definitive Twin Peaks Gold Set…”. I completely understand what he means by that and I wholeheartedly agree.

While the Buddyhead crew is in the UK for their Jubilee suicide mission of 10 consecutive shows, I caught the Black Rebel Motorcycle Club at Safari Sam’s on Friday, January 25. There was no traffic on the 101 heading over on a Friday which is rare but all the traffic was waiting at the Safari Sam’s parking lot. The three double lanes were almost all blocked in on both sides with valet parking which created one lane for getting in and out. So if some spazz sped near you, someone had to play chicken and back out onto sunset blvd to go find parking. I opted for parking at the Food 4 Less lot a block away and headed down to avoid the impending doom.

BRMC came on at 10pm, or should I say Peter with an acoustic guitar and a harmonica. He thanked the crowd quietly and promptly acousticed my face off with “Complicated Situation” followed by “Devils Waitin.” The Hollywood trendy crowd showed up around this time with their customary long unkempt hair and fur coats, spewing loud talk cause it was “acoustic” and not jive ass electric. Making sure to text friends via their Iphones about what a legendary show they were missing. The band was on fire with Robert and Peter trading riffs all the way through.

The douchebag in front of me stopped making out with his boyfriend long enough to scream for the song RIFLES after every song but was instead given the gift of “All You Do Is Talk” which ironically got every hipster to shut the fuck up and listen for once. The song shredded and led to Peter coming on stage and showing off his jive ass chops for his own aFOOstic session. He asked that all the lights be turned off and killed it.

So then the guys launch into an extra long version of “American X” where each goddamn member solos my face off for like 10 minutes and pounds everyone into euphoric submission, even the Hollywierd candyass who is on his fifth apple martini and wearing women’s jeans next to me. The band had already gone through two acoustic phases and shredded my face off with their ‘lectric instruments and they were really on fire. They wanted to play more and I was getting ready. And then it all came down. The fire marshall came and shut the show down because Safari Sam’s wanted to make an extra 100 bucks on double stacking the entire fucking lot and lose 1000 dollars at the bar because everyone was kicked out because the parking lot turned into the fucking Greek Theatre apparently. Peter tried to plead onstage to the Fire Marshall for some kind of open forum but homeboy looked like NFL legend Jim Brown with a firefighters hat on and he would not back down. So my girl and I took off down the block to avoid the parking carnage and and headed off to Cat and Fiddle to marvel at BRMC’s sick ass 95 minute set and the encore we missed.

Setlist
Complicated Situation
Devil’s Waitin’
Shuffle Your Feet
Love Burns
Berlin
Weapon Of Choice
Stop
High/Low
All You Do Is Talk
666 Conducer
Ain’t No Easy Way
Down Here
Spread Your Love
Mercy
Visions Of Johanna
Need Some Air
Head Up High
American X

Planned encore:

Took Out A Loan
Shade Of Blue
The Show’s About To Begin
Steal A Ride
Vision
Punk Song

Ok, so… we lied. The “Rebel Hiss” single didn’t come out on January 21st afterall. Well… at least not in the “traditional” sense anyway. It turns out that manufacturing “specialty” cd’s, colored vinyl, etc. etc., takes a little longer than anticipated when the mastering and pressing plants both screw the pooch… twice. Woops. Soooo… if you wanna grab one of these lil suckers, yer just gonna hafta either:
A) Keep it in yer pants and wait
B) Buy it from our online store (where it will be available shortly)
C) Go to Amoeba in Hollywood and buy it right now
D) Hope ya signed up for the chance to be one of the few limited people who would be able to purchase the digital version first (which will be happening in a day or two)
E) Steal it via the world wide web
F) Come out to one of our shows in the UK, and purchase it HERE:

January 22 - GLASGOW @ The Barfly
January 23 - LEEDS @ Joseph Wells Tavern
January 24 - BOLTON @ Kiko Club
January 25 - WARRINGTON @ WA1
January 26 – HEREFORD @ The Jailhouse *DAY SHOW*
January 27 – BRIGHTON @ Pressure Point
January 28 – CARDIFF @ CLWB IFOR BACH
January 29 – EXETER @ Cavern Club
January 30 – LONDON @ The Barfly (Camden)
January 31 – HULL @ Club NME at The Welly

Yer in luck if you do choose F and come to one of these shows, cos not only will you have a kick ass time watching Travis try to sell merch and count money while he’s hammered, but you’ll also be able to purchase the limited edition, hand numbered 7-inch with an alternate mix of “Rebel Hiss” on the A-side, and a cover of The Replacements song “Androgynous” on the B-side… Both of which will be unavailable on any other release or format.

We’ll also have a buncha different t-shirts and hooded sweatshirts for sale on tour and in our online store as well… Some of which will also only be available on tour.

Also, we’d like to mention that the cute lil skin-pounder you’ll be seeing behind the drum-kit on tour is our buddy Robi Gonzalez. Robi is one of our many friends who has already recorded a song with us for our upcoming album, and not only can he bash the life out of his drum kit, but he can memorize super complicated wi-fi internet passwords, and then repeat them back to you perfectly hours later.

As well as Robi, the other dude whose farts we hafta smell on the bus every day, and will also be sharing the stage with us, is Jeff “Kid Gorgeous” Lynn. Besides the sounds emanating from his rectum, Jeff will also be making other weird noises on stage with a variety of different devices at his disposal.

So stay tuned, cos there’s a lotta stuff brewin’ in Jubilee land.

Hello, I’m Troy Boy!!!!

So… this is my very first post EVER!!!! Travis has been bugging me to write something on Buddyhead for a few years now and I think it’s finally time to unravel the cotton around my brain. Well, at least for a few minutes to put a couple of sentences together for whoever gives a shit here. A friend of mine just introduced me to this band called The Chameleons UK who are pretty fuckin’ killer. I couldn’t believe I’d never heard of them before considering they’re from a little fucking town you might’ve heard of called Manchester!!!!!! Which is home of OASIS, RIDE, JOY DIVISION, THE VERVE, STONE ROSES, ETC.

 

 The Chameleons UK - Don't Fall [4:06m]Play Now

 

 The Chameleons UK - Up The Down Escalator [3:58m]Play Now

This bands debut record is called “Script Of The Bridge” and came out in 1983. But it was totally overlooked due to bands like Echo & the Bunnymen and Joy Division. I don’t know much else about these brits so if anyone out there does or if you just have some interesting shit to say… post it in the comments below. Sorry if this post is weak. Again, I’m a Buddyhead virgin, so please take it easy on my bald little beaver.

Love,

Troy Boy

I think this is the best video on youtube. So many good lines… wow.

So I’m trying to clear the desks at the office so I can smoke chib all weekend when ‘ol Jarvis sends me this link. Apparently Steve “I design clothes with neon dinosaurs on em, spin records, and invented public appearances” Aoki got a little too excited when Rianna’s “Umbrella” came through the club PA and decided to do a full-out Swan-Dive on some bird, Reza Naderi aka “The Parrot” or “The Phantom.” Homeboy looks straight-up Hezbollah if you ask me. Not a racist…but if you call yourself the Arab Parrot then I’m gonna refer to you as the Hezbollah Parakeet. Ohhhh, put some BACTINE on there, bro – it’s a stinger!

Forrealdo—I’m really pleased to know Steve Aoki could take time off from designing American Apparel knockoffs that only fit the likes of Pete Wentz to stage-dive multiple times from the same spot on NYE! Guy goes off! Literally he goes off of shit! Basically, if you’re not gay or in Fall Out Boy (which therefore makes you gay), this shit ain’t for you, doggy. Check out VICE magazine (or don’t) and you’ll see what I’m talking about. And Steve, in case you didn’t know: WEARING WHITE AFTER LABOR DAY= total fashion faux pas.

It gets better: Dipshit M Knight ShamalParrot decided to hire an attorney “off of Google” to serve Aoki a letter stipulating that had Aoki not had his legal counsel acknowledge said incident and open discussion for compensation, then he’d have no choice but to sue.

FINALLY, Naderi said he really just wanted to be repaid by having Aoki treat him to dinner at Beni-Hana. Newsflash, Arab Bird: Why not skip the legal fees and treat yourself to Splash N’ Meadow—cheaper than a fuckin’ Jew attorney…we don’t come cheap, Kumar. From personal experience, the Hana in Encino KILLS IT!

You guys are fucking clowns. Hope the party with Good Charlotte and the girls bussed in from Hot Topic goes over way big at PURE in Vegas this weekend, bro!

- ADDJ aka MC Haus FADER aka DJ Dangle Puss

Take into account that it took me a bit to actually write this… but fuck man, what’s a couple months? Anyways, before 2007 came to an end we couldn’t resist letting Uncle Scott talk us all into going to see Social Distortion at House of Blues… again! I’m not a huge fan, but they’re a solid band. Plus I got a soft spot for rockabilly chicks and you can’t pour enough beer down my throat… with all that said, I was down to see Social D… again!

Every time this band plays the House of Blues on Sunset we let Uncle Scraps “convince” us it’s their “last show ever” and we all pile in a cab and head west down Sunset Blvd. This time around it was Travis, Druncle, myself and our three flasks checking out what I’m pretty sure was night 15 of 49 straight shows these dudes were doing… maybe it was night fifteen… shit, now I can’t remember. Any way you slice it a residency like this is unheard of these days. Somehow Social D pull it off.

We met our buddy Matt Skiba there and grabbed a table with him and his lady. The band soon opened with a four or five song acoustic set… not completely sure on the exact number because I have trouble counting on Jameson and chemicals. What I do know is that Mike Ness cruised on stage decked out in guyliner, the drummer’s stool had a back on it (he was also wearing gloves… both are NO GOOD) and the bass player was as wide as his stand up bass. Uncle Scott just wanted to pop the 2nd guitar player like a zit, take his spot, grab his axe and melt people faces off with solos next to Mike Ness.

Speaking of the drummer… HEY MIKE! If you aren’t gonna give Chuck Biscuits a call and get him back in the band… give us his number immediately. DO IT!

Once the slow jams ended, they kicked into a slew of their greatest hits. I’d rate the show just a tad short of killer. Keep in mind we’d all just had Van Halen with Diamond Dave rock our balls off weeks before this!!! I guess you could say my standards were HIGH! In more ways than one, and not Metallica ONE!! Either way, Social Distortion were solid, played some songs I sang along too and we had a great fuckin’ time. Plus the rockabilly chicks love Casper… got three numbers! WOO!

And because I love you… all of you loyal Buddyhead readers…. I risked my life (the security guards are massive at HOB), snuck my camera in and shot a few minutes from the balcony (check em out below). My only regret was I didn’t get a video of Ness talkin shit and nuking this poser in the crowd who threw shit at him on the fact that he paid $30 bucks to see them play. It was pretty funny. The dude from Tiger Army, who seems to be there every time we are, was amped on that! We’re not sure who’s the bigger Social D fan… Uncle Scott, Matt Skiba or the guy from Tiger Army… I think it’s a threeway dork tie! Anyways… I know this is a rough review but Casper was hammered and I’m sorry but… I go off!

If you live in SoCal and have never seen The D, do it. And bring me so I can go off.

“Story Of My Life”

“Reach For The Sky”

On March 3rd of this year that we are living in, Mr. Nick Cave & his Bad Seeds are going to be releasing their 14th studio album! They’ve named the motherfucker “DIG, LAZARUS, DIG!!!” and it’ll be out March 3rd on Mute and in the US on Anti (US release date TBA). If record stores are still around then I may even go and buy a copy! Well, to be honest I’m just gonna hit Mr. Brett up for a freebie! WOO! Small guy, me!

For those of you not familiar with Lazarus…Homeboy was a beggar that some long-hair named Jesus brings back from the dead in that old fairy tale book they call The Bible. Basically, he’s a pan-handling zombie that’s down with Jesus. It really don’t get much cooler than that now does it, champ? Unless, we’re takin’ Nicky Cave of course. That dude is the coolest… The guy just gets cooler with age! I mean, who thought being old could be rad?!

Ok… now do yourself a solid and check this video and mp3 for their new record’s title track…. THE SHIT SLAYS MAN! If the rest of the record sounds anything like this, “DIG, LAZARUS, DIG!!!” could very well end up being my favorite audio output from Mr. Cave. Aside from Grinderman of course… I’m not really sure if he’s gonna be able to top “Love Bomb” and “No Pussy Blues”.

 

 Nick Cave - Dig Lazurus Dig [3:38m]Play Now

Grinderman - “No Pussy Blues” live on Later

Unless you’re gulping down discounted $2.50 margaritas at Barragan’s on Sunset (Yeah, it’s that time of the week again), come hang at 3 of Clubs (1123 Vine St. Hollywood, CA 90038) on Vine and Santa Monica… TONIGHT! Cass McCombs and The Middle Class are going to play, as well as Big Search and John Webster Johns. And for added kicks, below is a video of Rob (who’ll be performing with Cass tonight) and Tim of Darker My Dudes fame dancing with Mark E Smith. Later days!

Cass McCombs - “Sacred Heart”

Readers of Buddyhead, try and cover that forever-massive boner for
NIN/QOTSA (just for a minute at least) and get stoked on what I’m about to present to you. The following is a must see (thanks to YouTube) and a relatively recent discovery for me (the documentary, not the phenomenon itself.) Entitled ‘Flying Nun Heavenly Pop Hits,’ this stellar documentary digs into the inner kiwi of the New Zealand pop label, Flying Nun - yup, the same label responsible for The Clean, The Chills, and The Verlaines. Below is part 1, with parts 2-9 after the jump.

Part 1:

Parts 2-9:

Yr welcome.

We’ve been busy getting ready to fly over to the UK this Saturday for the Jubilee tour this week. So, yeah… that’s why there’s been a lack of activity around here. Sorry, we’re like getting ready for the best party ever! Kinda like the one this dude in the video below had… we just all need some famous glasses. By the way… if the kid in the video is actually reading this… contact us cuz we wanna party with you bro!

UPDATE: PART TWO

UPDATE #2: Interview

http://break.com/index/australian-party-kid-on-opie-and-anthony.html

Yo Losers-

Sam from Cold Sweat Records (not to mention roommate/landlord of Travis) here, just winning in 08. You want to be a winner too? Make a change for the better? Finally be cool? Well, here’s your chance…….

Come on down to go off at Dave Young’s Warehouse, which is in the filthy heart of downtown LA at 6th Street and Alameda, this Friday January 11 2008. You will see performances by: TWEAK BIRD / ANCESTORS / TSK TSK.

I will be DJing some rock music with my friend who’s in town from Sweden, Mr. Luda Dahlberg (drummer of The International Noise Conspiracy). Make sure to bring some Kettle One vodka for us or we wont play any Alice Cooper Group! Don’t fuck it up for everyone else… bring us booze.

So…. Dry your eyes and STOP whining about how nobody likes you and never invites you anywhere.

Doors are at 9pm. The price is FREE. All Ages. With Bar!

Download this Tweak Bird mp3 of their song “White Lips” from their “BigBoneSnakeBite” 7 inch, then check out the video below with their music and read this colorful review Kathleen wrote about them a few weeks ago (if you missed that)…

 

 Tweak Bird - White Lips [1:34m]Play Now

Matt Hauswrecker Presents: The Illest Movies of 2007.

Let’s get one thing straight: I don’t “go to the movies” with the peasants. I mean, yeah, I’ll take a stroll down to the local Arclight with my friends to catch something really flavorful every once in a while, but that’s about it. I have to really want to see something in order to pay the $11.00 bucks (not to mention the $60 bucks for the eighth of pot for pre-pelicula spliffs). We (read: my Rad Dad) gets the Academy Screeners every year anyway. I’m usually watching the newest Bond movie, bong in hand, in the comforts of my own screening room (read: in bed, on my laptop) before you can even say Apatow! Suck on that, AMC Stadium 16!

In all seriousness, going to the movies is what America is all about. I really do enjoy a trip to see, as Darryl Zanuck would say, “the moving pictchas.” Getting together to laugh in unison and overpay for stale popcorn and melted Milk Duds is the American Dream. Coca-Cola quizzes while you wait for the lights to dim, the mechanic beating his kids down the aisle, and the Latinos and their babies screaming/crying for bloody murder…yup, going to see “the talkies” these days is about as wholesome an experience as one could hope to find in sunny Los Angeles.

In honor of the WGA, my lifetime fervor for film, Bob Evans, Ali McGraw, and my undying boner for Diane Lane, Michelle Pfieffer, Uma Thurman, and Amanda Peet… here’s the Top 10 Movies of 2007. To quote The Big Lebowski as I often do, “It’s just like, my opinion, man.” You’re gonna disagree with me on some count… whatever bro, I’m off to watch There Will Be Blood In & Blood Out: Bound By Honor, starring Edward James Olmos, Daniel Day-Lewis and Penelope Cruz, followed by The Bourne Conundrum: Bourne Again. If I could only find my squief…

In No Particular Order:

1) Michael Clayton
2) Juno
3) No Country For Old Men
4) Eastern Promises
5) Knocked Up
6) Control
7) 300
8) The Bourne Ultimatum
9) There Will Be Blood
10) Swingers

1) Michael Clayton - Honestly, Clooney doing Clooney is why we go to the movies. I’d watch the guy read the fucking newspaper. He’s everything an aging man should be: handsome, heavy-drinking, and kicking verbal/legal ass of all who stand in his path. And the guy fucks, like, three chicks in one night when he’s in Paris for Press Junkets and then crashes his motorcycle, breaks his model girlfriend’s foot, and still manages to make it to the premiere on time looking like Dapper Dan. The script itself is a bit convoluted, but if you stick with it, you’ll find that George Clooney’s portrayal of a stressed-out, on-the-run attorney is everything you’d want from a Clooney character. The pea coats he wears throughout the film only add to my theorem: Clooney doing Clooney is classic Clooney. Forever. (Pending you can forget about Schumacher’s Batman & Robin).

2) Juno - This Michael Cera kid is everywhere! Running from the cops in Superbad, cracking jokes on Arrested Development, and now this time, he’s stumbled into Ellen Page’s premature birth canal! Yes, Juno is everything your mother warned you about: wearing 80’s running shorts and fucking your cute, precocious best girlfriend. Diablo Cody’s script is on par with Apatow’s Knocked Up. What it lacks in dick and fart jokes in makes up for in subtle humor and moments tenderness. Jason Reitman (who directed Thank You For Smoking) nailed what it’s like to be sixteen years old, confused, and literally fucked for the first time! Juno felt like many laughs, a few tears, and the comfort of a warm, dryer-fresh blankie. See this one with your girlfriend and ask yourself why she’s crying when you fuck her later that night…then you’ll remember…oh that little Ellen Page is so cute and convincing!

3) No Country For Old Men – Fuck the hype. This movie is badass. The ending is a bit weak, but hey, think about it: this is a Cohen Brothers’ adaptation of a Cormac McCarthy novel. They’re not going to spoon-feed you the plot. Figure it out, jackass. The ending is anticlimactic to say the least, not to mention flat out fucking weird. But Javier Bardem kills it! This guy goes around blowing doorknobs off with pressured air-tank! Then he says, “Don’t Move” before blowing your fucking brains out! Whew! This is a movie! A cinematic clusterfuck! It’s sweeping cameras, smooth dollys, gorgeous exteriors, and stylish pans are what I love about real movies…and there aren’t many good ones around anymore. Thank God for the Cohen Brothers. If you’re into this movie/novel check out Blood Meridian by Cormac McCarthy (it’s a book…be warned…you can’t like, watch it).

4) Eastern Promises – David Cronenberg is one of my favorite directors. A History of Violence? Come on; the movie is illmatic! Eastern Promises is Viggo Mortensen involved with the Russian mob, drinking Vodka, fucking strippers, and kicking ass while ass-naked in the Russian baths. Blood, abortions, and Russian accents…it’s a beautiful thing. In all seriousness, Naomi Watts delivers a convincing performance (and she looks fly in that motorcycle get-up) as innocent Anna. We’re with these characters until the bitter end. And somehow, we end up liking Viggo’s character, even though he’s technically a bad-guy. Eastern Promises delivers. Like No Country, Eastern Promises is a throwback to real cinema: everything is perfect…even the pseudo hooker-rape scene.

5) Knocked Up – Judd Apatow is richer than God. 2007 was a good year from him: he delivered Knocked Up, followed by his Can’t Hardly Wait doppelganger Superbad, and finally, he shit out Walk Hard. Everything this guy touches turns to gold. He’s still cashing checks from 40 Year-Old Virgin DVD sales. Apatow writes movies the way us guys tell drunken stories over Bud Ice and shots of Jameson. We love his characters; by the end of his films we, as male viewers, feel like we’re best friends with the fictional cast. Knocked Up is a genius tale of such a simple story: the unwanted pregnancy. However, Paul Rudd, Katherine Heigl and duh, Seth Rogen stir the pot perfectly making sure this old adage never goes stale. Every scene is the mixture of just the right ingredients: sexual overtures, ODB tunes, bong rips, and bathroom humor hilarity. And who can forget Jonah Hill’s infamous line, “She likkea the way yo’ dick taste!” Yep, Knocked Up is probably my favorite movie of the year.

6) Control – Oh boy. Sam Riley’s portrayal of Ian Curtis had me going gay for two hours. I’m serious: I almost converted to homoism. Anton Corbijn’s feature debut is dead-on. Joy Division has never looked cooler, not too mention so authentic. Not for one second did I not believe I was watching these real people move and speak. The scenes in which Riley’s performs are the real treat; he sways with just the perfect Ian Curtis bounce…his voice is just the perfect cross between Leonard Cohen and Morissey. He fucking nails Curtis! The ending of this film is heavy, as it should be. As sad as the subject matter is, Control is a pleasure to watch. I went out and bought Deluxe versions of Closer and Unknown Pleasures the very next day.

7) 300 – I’m a guy. Can you blame me? I was stoned. I saw it in IMAX. Blow me. Gerard Butler could take us all on. Don’t front.

8) The Bourne Ultimatum – The first one had me excited and confused as fuck. The second one had me falling asleep. This one had me going “holy shit! That’s rad! How did they do that with the camera?!” Yes, The Bourne Ultimatum is a wonderful way to end the Bourne trilogy. Paul Greengrass’camera-work makes me nauseous at times, but it also truly makes the viewer feel as if we’re on the go for the entirety of the film. Jason Bourne runs, jumps, dives, hides, drives, and kills a lot of dudes. What’s interesting is that Matt Damon/Jason Bourne is kind of the Modern Bond for the new Millennium. He’s traded Q for that blonde chick from 10 Things I Hate About You; he’s turned in his Aston Marton for an Audi. But with cell phones, GPS, text-messaging, and genius Jew writers…Matt Damon/Jason Bourne has his hands full. I doubt Timothy Dalton could’ve handled all the stuntwork, gun slinging, and hustling Damon is used to. Damon could now easily kick Ben Affleck’s ass when they argue over who gets to keep the Good Will Hunting Oscar on the mantle this month. Yeah, the ending is a bit cheesedick…but that Moby song makes it not so bad. It’s kind of cool, actually.

9) There Will Be Blood – Paul Thomas Anderson does it again. His movies are epic; why should this one be any different? Daniel Day-Lewis gives what I argue is his best performance yet. He’ll definitely get the Oscar for Best Male Actor this year. Bt your bottom dollar on it. Paul Dano (who plays the nutty set of twins, Eli & Paul) also shines through. Between TWBB and LMSunshine the kids got a pretty good-looking career ahead of him. Yeah, the movie is a bit long. But even Boogie Nights felt long and that was about coked-out, naked porn-stars. What did you honestly expect? It’s about oil wells at the turn of the century, for Christ’s sake. I thought there might be a little more blood, to be frank. However, the last fight scene between Day-Lewis and Dano remains indelible in my mind. TWBB is a movie that like Magnolia, I know seeing once is enough for now, and that in some years, when I see it again, it will be all the more sweet.

10) Swingers – This is my favorite movie of all time, and hence, is one of the Best Movie of 2007. No movie is as raw or inherently funny—not Knocked Up, not Superbad, nothing. Back when V. Vaughn and Favreau were hungry they were just throwing spaghetti at a wall—and it stuck! All if it. I watch this movie on a weekly basis. Sometimes I just fall asleep with the volume on. Swingers is the meaning of life. Yeah, you’re money. Vegas, baby, Vegas. But who could forget, “Fucking Bitch slap Wayne [Gretzky]! Score Chicago! Oh!” or, “What the fuck are you carrying a gat for, Snoop Dogg? Didn’t you see Boyz In The Hood? Now one of us is going to get shot.” You can’t write shit that original. YouTube has made it impossible. Anyway…on any night or any day…Swingers blows all other comedies of the last century away.

Worst of 2007:

1) TMNT: I got high and wanted a trip down memory lane…who knew the road was so grim?
2) I’m Not There – was wishing this the whole time while watching.
3) Sweeney Tood: The Demon Barber of Fleet Street. Edward Scissorhands get some neck shears. Big whoop, Tim Burton. Go back to making snowboards.
4) Once: worse than RENT. Hated this fucking thing. Watched 10 minutes and then watched Dirty Dancing instead.

Well, we’re here.

I took the photo above at 6:00AM on January 1st, 2008 from my new place in Los Angeles. Bitchin’ huh?

I’m not sure about you guys, but I’m excited about this year. It’s starting off right for me cuz I’m jumping on a plane Jan 19th for a two week UK tour with Aaron’s new band, Jubilee. I’ll be DJing before and after the band at all the shows (and I’ll also hopefully have some photography for sale at the merch table but we’ll see if I can get my shit together or not). Should be a good time aside from the shit food the limeys have. If you live over there make sure to come out to the shows!

Sorry for the lack of updates on here. I promise that things will pick up in the next few days, we’ve got some cool shit in the works. Plus I’ve been busy with the shitty mess that is the holidays, trying to pay my rent, working on photography stuff and whatever else it is I do with my time..

Buddyhead is still looking for contributors!
If you’re a writer, photographer, artist, stripper, etc… and think you’ve got something to offer us… send us your submissions to traviskeller@gmail.com . Send them as if you’ve already got the job and what you’re sending is ready to be posted on the site. Include mp3s, videos and/or photos if needed! If you read the site you know what we’re all about…

These two songs from “Ooh La La” by The Faces have been getting a lot of listens in my car lately… figured I’d share em… What are you all listening to? Our Best & Worst Of 2007 List will be up soon kids… keep it in your pants.

And… the Hell Yeah “Jager” video is BACK on youtube after a short hiatus… if you haven’t seen this gem, watch it now right here. It gets better everytime you watch it!

 

 The Faces - My Fault [3:07m]Play Now

 

 The Faces - Just Another Honky [3:34m]Play Now

Since the liner notes don’t give much, the principles on this venture are as follows: Clem Burke (Blondie) plays drums, Gary Valentine (also Blondie) Carlos Alomar (David Bowie,) and Rob Duprey (The Mumps) all play guitar, Michael Page (Sylvain Sylvain) plays bass. Jim Osterberg plays Iggy Pop. Up to speed? Did you count three guitarists onstage at once? Which, as my brother would point out, is nothing compared to the five axemen Molly Hatchett employed at their heyday. The new-wave tinged Party had just been released, and Iggy was at the apex of his heroin diet so you’ve got five underrated songs topped by “Bang Bang” plus staples “1969,” “TV Eye,” and the soon to be classic/ commercial backdrop “Lust For Life.” (Does anyone at Carnival Cruises realize he’s singing about Eustachian sex?) The remainder consists of lesser known pieces like the Glenn Matlock-penned “I Need More” and an extended version of “Some Weird Sin” as an opener. Mr. Pop’s vocals are sporadic, thanks to his energetic performance and manic stage presence. The reason we know this is also why this disc, despite the presence of two unreleased (with good cause) tracks, cannot be highly recommended. This package is available from MVD Visual as a live DVD, wherein Iggy’s antics may be enjoyed in all his glory. Clad in garter belt, panties and leatherboy hat, the toothless monkey-man prances around mugging the camera and taunting the audience. It’s a travesty to miss this classic, transvesty performance as it was meant to be experienced.