I’ve been getting more and more obsessed with Tumblr. I find myself dipping into friends’ pages like a nervous Web 2.0 stalker, favouring hanging on the edges of a messy party while I pluck up the guts to get stuck in. Infact it’s more a fear of what I know is bound to happen once I do eventually Tumbl over myself that scares me.

A culture slut’s wet dream – quick, edible chunks of sound and film posted and spread about the site by an incestuous network of followers and followees – Tumblr’s demanding enough just pouring through the pages and lapping up the inspirations and obscure references to new and old, without having to create and stir your own into the mix.

And there’s the crux of it. My mind is a hoarder’s fantasy – the cultural equivalent of those quiet souls who find it impossible to discard anything until you hear of their tragic death, crushed under piles of used cereal boxes, election pamphlets and BT directories. This is a mind that struggles to remember presents given and received but can recite gig dates and support bands on command –  ask me who supported Dinosaur Jr at Cardiff University in 1993 and I’ll tell you it was Superchunk and Come (both amazing), that it was a Friday night, 26th February and grunge upstarts Sloan played the Hanging Gardens (now ‘Solus’) upstairs afterwards. Ridiculous, absolutely ridiculous.

So just pondering the easy clicks it would take to create my own Tumblr gives me the fear. The most inane knowledge known to man occupies my mind – Senseless Things b-sides, paperback covers of JG Ballard’s Crash, Ron Jeremy movie cameos, NME writers 1991-1999, mid 90s late night ITV (the Beat, Get Stuffed, the Big E, Raw Power), Peter Greenaway tracking shots, Mr Men plotlines, the chronological history of Thrash Metal. These facts constantly tumbl around my head like balls in a bingo machine begging for freedom. Releasing them would just be a disaster, spewing forth fatuous insight all over the social web like an absurd cultural Deepwater Horizon.

For now I’ll continue to observe Tumblr from the safety of my laptop, on the outskirts like a cultural voyeur, stuffing more amazing knowledge into an over-flowing mind and trying to ignore that salacious little link on the homepage that says ‘Sign Up’.

I discovered this on Tumblr this week. Gifs work so well on the site – the platform’s minimal interface lends itself well to simple animated content. Animated Albums takes this freedom and creates a space for mutated album covers, records that come alive when you’re not looking. If record covers are relied upon to give a snapshot of the sound that lies within, these animated versions are the Terry Gilliam version, allowing them to mischievously run free. Well, for two seconds anyway.

Of course, this has all been done before and with a lot more effort, but the beauty of these simple animations are just that – the simplicity. I can never tire of Chameleon Boy David Bowie wiping away his face on Heroes, embodying the mood of the music that lies beneath that cover.

Incidentally , if you’re looking for someone to start Tumbling with, try A Room With a View – ideas, abstracts, passions and finds, Tumblr at its best.

Last night I dreamt I went to Novocaine’s reunion gig. It was in a factory that had been turned into an arts installation. Novocaine played under a dismantled atom bomb hanging from the ceiling. The gig was preceded by a short film about Novocaine, mostly starring bassist Russell and strangely set in Cardiff Bay. John Sicolo was in the audience, as was Jacko, the ace Novocaine guitarist who disappointingly is not part of the reunion. Many of the other great faces who I used to watch Novocaine carve up TJ’s with in the 90s were there – through the foggy daze of post-dream memory I can still see Bard, Ali, Carlton BM and Parfitt. Even my new dog Patches was there. The gig was fuggin ace.

I think my subconscious is slightly excited about July 10th – the TJ’s in the Square gig, celebrating the life of John Sicolo.

The full line-up of TJ’s in the Square is GLC, Darling Buds, Novocaine, Flyscreen, Rollerco, Doctor Bison, Disco, Varispeed, Bad Samaritans, Elephant Rescue Plan, 2Rude and Detached.

Most people only met John Sicolo one of two ways. Traipsing up to the TJ’s entrance for one of its legendary Friday or Saturday discos you’d encounter a burly frame that was as far away from punk-rock as the Seychelles is from Newport.

Chances are you were still young enough to grab a ‘half’ on the Red & White bus from the valleys, full of Thunderbird and bristling with the anticipation of your first club-night. Psyched-up enough as you approached that famous front door, any swagger would be instantly neutered by a bear-sized paw on your shoulder and that classic “Alright girls/boys, no trouble tonight, ok?” greeting. Delivered with ‘a voice of gravel and honey’ (as described beautifully by Jonathan Hodson on John’s tribute group on Facebook), that line was always meant to be intimidating but you knew it was the earnest, puppy dog eyes that came with it that demanded the respect.

Myself, well I met John the only other way you would do in TJ’s. A less intimidating, but equally brutal introduction – shoved straight at him, my cowered head making impact with his broad chest and that ever-patient face smiling back at me as he effortlessly pushed me back into the throng from whence I came. If you attended any one of the thousands of intensely memorable gigs that TJ’s has hosted since the 1980s then I expect you met John for the first time in exactly the same way, careering around the pit to Jesus Lizard, Shellac or Drive Like Jehu before finding yourself face-to-face with the great man.

For me TJ’s was always as much a culture as a club and as a reflection of this there were no terror-dog bouncers you’d find at similar venues. Even at the biggest gigs, like the ‘secret’ Therapy? shows or the infamous Rocket From the Crypt gig where 650 people crammed in to the cave, there was always John right at the front with a big wide smile and one or two trusted lieutenants, a constant buffer between the band and the the living, swirling entity that was the TJ’s crowd. Classic John, right at the centre of everything.

*This article will also feature in the special edition of Frug! magazine in honour of John Sicolo. Frug! played a pivotal role in celebrating and promoting the unprecedented explosion of new music in Newport in the mid-nineties. Music nurtured through John’s work at TJ’s. The fanzine was single-handedly run by Andy Barding, who put out the infamous I Was a Teenage Gwent Boy compilation in 1994. If you have any special memories of John Sicolo please share them with Andy Barding.

The John Sicolo tribute issue of Frug! is available here. You can make a donation – as little or as much as you want. You can also read it online here.

The flicker of fairy lights. The taste of a forest on a wet day. The sound of a backroom deep in a David Lynch dream. Harbour boats bobbing on a slow tide. An empty armchair letting slip the secret of a past owner. Hope Sandoval lounging on a carousal, legs swinging over the side, watching the glitter blur of each slow revolution.

Skeletal love-torn hymns that waltz to their own heartbeat. This Mortal Coil. An ice-crisp voice that seems to live behind your eyelids; but only when you close them. The ritual of elegant decay that is only revealed through timelapse video – even that Nine Inch Nail one for Hurt showing a rotting fox carcass in reverse. Victoria Legrand purring “Your wish is my command” on Wedding Bell, pulling the melody down into an Abba daze before releasing it back into the air. Nico and Marianne Faithful and Francoise Hardy.

Ignoring the glow of the day for the nightime whisper of sea and sand, knowing that only a band that name themselves Beach House would only go there at night. The wondrous, pleading sway and goosebump chill of new album Teen Dream. The look on your face when you hear them for the first time.

Beach House play flux=rad at Cardiff Arts Institute on 16 February. Tix are sold out, but head down anyway – you never know.

Felix are delicate like ribbons blowing in the afternoon breeze delicate. Vulnerable, pastel chamber pop swept with minimal piano and cello while Lucinda Chua’s verbose vocals undulate overhead. The sparse, distant piano stirs with the grace of Nyman and Satie, while echoing Rachel Grimes’ haunting arrangements in Rachel’s.

Seemingly effortless like a summer’s day – at times they evoke the feeling of walking through long grass, touching the tips with your fingers – there’s more than a trickle of melancholy; of reminiscence; of elegant but cutting honesty – Chua’s pining love on the Debussy-like ‘Death to Everyone but Us’ for instance. These are quiet melodies to silence a room. Tori Amos’ Little Earthquakes slowed down to a crawl; Cat Power stretching awake; Max Richter curling up with Antony and the Johnsons. As soft as your slow breath as you read this.

Felix’s debut album, You Are The One I Pick, was released on Kranky in October 2009.

Drowned in Sound (9/10) said this http://bit.ly/8mUUQ

Pitchfork said this http://bit.ly/s9SaK

Boomkat say http://bit.ly/1gUgw8

http://www.myspace.com/mybeautifulfelix

http://www.facebook.com/pages/felix/94374950741

Felix play a free entry show at Cardiff Arts Institute on 24 July, 8pm

When I listen to Felix I get an urge to watch Shunji Iwai‘s All About Lily Chou-Chou, an ethereal and haunting film that makes heavy use of Debussy and glides along on a melancholy and mesmerising  haze in much the same way as Felix. All About Lily Chou-Chou is a truly extraordinary film.

This  list is more like it

It’s 30 minutes to Christmas! Come and join in a mass Christmas singalong of The Magic of Christmas by HUNKS and Friends. Released through Self Raising Records, all proceeds go to the RSPCA and it features all these amazing people: Bright Light Bright Light, Jen Long, Los Campesinos!, Airborne Toxic Event, Dananananaykroyd, Sky Larkin, Slow Club, James Yuill, Copy Haho, Sound of Arrows, Sparky Deathcap, My First Tooth, The Venus Stare and Pulled Apart By Horses.

The Magic of Christmas is a delicious, sweet groovy singalong, an unapologetic ode to the wonder of Christmas. Buy it this year and stick it on all your future Crimbo compilations next to Sufjan Stevens and the Charlie Brown Christmas Special soundtrack.

“It’s Christmas / everything’s awesome of Christmas / everyone’s smiling at Christmas / That’s the magic of Christmas / woo-ah!”

Tomorrow, on Christmas Day right after Top of the Pops plays Rage Against the Machine I’m putting The Magic of Christmas straight on – it’s my Christmas No1.

Watch it below but then get it here at Itunes for 79p or at Amazon for only 69p!!

Find at more about the Magic of Christmas here and here

It was only a matter of time. Google has launched a real time search, integrated into it’s search results pages.

Google Real Times streams information as it is happening on the web – for instance live updates, news articles, and Twitter feeds – on the actual page displaying your search query. Public Facebook pages and Myspace public streams are due to be added soon. The feature is now live and will take a couple of days to roll out across the world. It will also work on iPhone and Android.

I’m not sure how many musicians you can fit inside a hat but Rock Lottery will attempt it on Saturday morning. Twenty five musicians from 14 different bands will be pulled out at random by their musical legs to form five brand new bands. Five bands that will exist for one day only – and they have only have that day to write 20 minutes of new material and debut it at Dempsey’s in the evening.

As soon as the new bands are drawn, each new set of musicians will be locked up in their own rehearsal room, under pressure to write four or five new songs that will be startling enough to win Rock Lottery 2009.

Rock Lottery’s organisers predict that “friendships will blossom, boundaries will be broken, whole new genres will be born, musical differences will explode, and there will undoubtedly be disagreements, probably even tears. But by the end of it we will have experienced something completely unlike what’s gone before, and along the way we’ll have raised some money for a very worthy cause – the Paul Ward Memorial Fund.”

The Paul Ward Memorial Fund provides funding for research into The Wilms Tumour at The Institute Of Cancer Research. Wilms is a rare Cancerous tumour that mainly affects young children, with 90% of cases occurring before a child reaches 7 years of age. Wilms tumour in adults is well recognised but seems to be harder to treat than in children. The money we raised from the Rock Lottery will be used to support the work of a group of scientists who are helping to analyse the genetic makeup of over 100 Wilms tumours in fine detail using modern ‘gene chip’ technology.

Bands confirmed for Cardiff’s first Rock Lottery include Truckers Of Husk, Threatmantics, The Death Of Her Money, Picturebooks In Winter, Evils, Hunters, The Victorian English Gentlemans Club, Right Hand Left Hand, Hail! The Planes, Drone, K U T O S I S and Denuo.

Rock Lottery doors open at 8pm, the action kicks off at precisely 8.30pm. Tickets are £5

This is about Christmas. This is about the songs that kiss you on the back of the neck and whisper “welcome home”. This is about sharing those songs and giving everyone those little kisses.

Snowflakes don’t have to fall. Bells don’t have to chime. Trees don’t have to glitter and portly bearded chaps definitely don’t have to don red and white suits. Christmas is a simple frame of mind: a wamth that can be felt all year round; a glow of hope and wonder; a stirring fireside glow of peace and tranquility. And a quality whiskey.

Come over to Yuleblogalog. There’s hot Glühwein, Sufjan Stevens on the stereo and a friendly portly chap – a bit worse the wear after a busy night, but with a sackful of crushing, gorgeous, genius Christmas MP3s for everyone. I’ll have a nice Grand Marnier thanks.

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