Stretchcast Volume 2: Cheep cheep seated hatred/Snow means Snow

Stretch again and again and again…

So, a fairly rushed number deux. Still, it’s loud, uplifting, downlifting and slightly treacherous, poignant and obnoxious. Just like me. Anyway, a special Christmas one coming soon. Now, Stretch will re-enter real life where he is not welcome. Flump!

INTRO: Ivor Slaney – Easy Prey (Terror/Prey) 2. PVT – Window (Church with No Magic) 3. Various Productions – Maskmen (Maskmen EP) 4. Selfish Cunt – Feel like a woman (English Chamber Music) 5. Meat Beat Manifesto – Acid Again (Actial Sounds and Voices) 6. Modeselektor – In loving memory (Hello Mom!) 7. New Order – The Him (Movement) 8. Prolapse – Bruxelles (The Italian Flag) 9. Bonobo feat Andreya Triana – Stay the Same (Black Sands) 10. Underworld – Scribble (Barking) 11. Anti Pop Consortium – Volcano: Four Tet Remix (Volcano EP). 12. Roots Manuva – Again and Again (Slime and Reason) 13. Negativeland – Over the Hiccups (Escape from Noise) 14. Jaga Jazzist – Oslo Skyline (What We Must)

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No ChikChok! It is my turn to listen to the Stretch MacGibbon Stretchcast Number Deux


Stretch to the music!

So, 2008 was alright, well as alright as time can be really, even allowing for the extra second of it. What did you do with that second? Well, I back-combed my hair. I look great, thanks GMT.

Anyway, here is the first five songs I did like last year. I’m not saying they’re the best or part of some “cool” music mag’s top 9000 or whatever, but I did like them, I did, I did and if you disagree with me, I will throw poo at you.

  1. Skream – Hedd Banger
  2. Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds – Dig, Lazarus, Dig
  3. Selfish Cunt – England Made Me II
  4. Metallica – Cyanide
  5. Asian Dub Foundation – Burning Fence

This is actually called Hedd Banger (silly youtube children). Skream is a dubstep producer who is producing very interesting stuff and he’s only 21. How did I waste my life? I like the vid too…reminds me of home

People said this was a return to form for Nick Cave, but that’s only stupid people, because in the absence of an actual God figure, I have Nick. Jesus, people can be really stupid sometimes. Groove-laden loveliness

A man with a guitar, a man with a microphone and a drum machine…makes Selfish Cunt. They caused Joe Duffy to go weak at his hairy knees when they played here. At least they won’t be investigated by the cops like the Sex Pistols were. My major kudos goes to these guys for throwing horse-shit at Pete Doherty, the dirty little runt.

Metallica came back this year with a new album which kinda made me feel the way I felt when I was a kid. I was initially reticent, but the album won me over. This song is such a mess of a song that it works really well. They played a great gig In Dublin this summer too. Hopefully this year they’ll go back on the booze and go mental, so a new documentary can be made for my amusement.

ADF don’t actually have to release good music to make me happy, but they do it anyway. That’s pretty nice of them, innit. This song has the best chorus of last year and makes me wanna be Asian so I can join them. I tried already, but they laughed at my word-poetry.

Come back tomorrow for part 2. Please feel free to tell me your favourite songs so I can abuse you too.

In Defence of Humans

Stretching back the years.

Wronged! Wronged!

Wronged! Wronged!

As a son of a Hungarian clockmaker and a mute banshee, I have learned nothing at all. Howevah, recently I was listening to Fugazi’s “In Defence of Humans” and it forced an anger to rise in me as I thought about representation in terms of cinema. There is a popular animated movie named “Toy Story” (I’m sure you’ve heard of it)  directed by John Lasseter which was a great one to spaliff to and eat cornflakes while watching.

There is a huge problem in the film, namely that of the character Sid. His character is the bad guy of the flick, but Stretch believes he has been misrepresented and children (and adults) have been duped.

The question is: How would Sid know that the inanimate objects he blew up and tortured had souls? How would he? In reality the situation that happens is actually more disturbing for the effect it has on Sid. We watch Sid run away screaming when Woodie finally talks to him and we probably laughed and went, “Serves you right, you little prick.”

Let’s consider Sid’s perspective. A lonely boy, no friends, an absolute whore of a sister, no parental figures around. The mangled toys under his bed, we believe are of his doing, but maybe this is just how his sad life developed. What were these toys complaining of anyway, they had a house over their heads? It’s not like they grew up in Woody Allen’s household or something.

Sid runs away screaming from Woodie’s “Play Nice” jibe, a fragile boy haunted by TOYS, not his toys, the fucking next-door neighbour’s toys. When we comfortably leave this horrific tableau, we don’t think of the terror of this child’s nighmares and that his life is actually ruined by these events. All the audience cares about is a fucking potato-head, a piggy bank and a gay dinosaur.

Shame on you! Shame on you!

Anyway, here’s a treat for the weekend (although you don’t desrve it): log onto and listen to an hour long show from label owner Andrew Weatherall, it’s really fuckin good.  There’s some bebop, rockabilly and a Selfish Cunt thrown in.