Thursday, June 02, 2005
Born With Stylus
So, Eurovision was over a week ago now which, in pop terms, means it's pretty much ancient history, but if you're still desirous of more coverage, you could do worse than check out Stylus Magazine's epic eye witness account of the whole shebang. We contributed a few bits and bobs to it, but despite that it really is a fab piece.
Also! And given that we've been doing it for about 3 months now we should really have mentioned it before now, we also regularly contribute to said site's weekly singles round up, where the great and good of the music blogging community - and us - come together and rate the week's new releases. This appears every Monday and, as with the rest of Stylus, is always worth a read. Of course, with our usual high quality timing, we've decided to draw attention to this in a week in which we didn't actually write anything for it, and our contributions for the previous week were less than impressive, mainly because we wrote them while nursing a hangover and so had to resist the temptation to describe every song as "Just horrible, horrible noise, it makes my head hurt, please god, let me get this over with so I can get back to bed and die [0]". Our dedication to duty is nothing less than non-existent.
Also! And given that we've been doing it for about 3 months now we should really have mentioned it before now, we also regularly contribute to said site's weekly singles round up, where the great and good of the music blogging community - and us - come together and rate the week's new releases. This appears every Monday and, as with the rest of Stylus, is always worth a read. Of course, with our usual high quality timing, we've decided to draw attention to this in a week in which we didn't actually write anything for it, and our contributions for the previous week were less than impressive, mainly because we wrote them while nursing a hangover and so had to resist the temptation to describe every song as "Just horrible, horrible noise, it makes my head hurt, please god, let me get this over with so I can get back to bed and die [0]". Our dedication to duty is nothing less than non-existent.
