Hot Buttered Bomb Culture

Bleary eyed and watery of soul, I awoke this morning with a right old thumper in me noggin. Why? …Well it was all to do with the Sunday night shenanigans of Bomb Culture at Tantrum’s Summer Sundaze at Glo Bar. Squished into a corner of the bar the big ‘ol BC thundered through a warm and wet set that contained a plethora of ramshackle beats and squealin’ geetars. Ably supported by the rather excellent Rhythm Method and DJ’s Tommy Tank and Matt Owen, the night was a hazy evening of drunken debauchery. Of course, having already proved my credentials as a Rock N’ Roll God, I had nothing to prove and went home at 11.30…This however, was not enough to stop the thumping head rage with which I awoke this morning, so as I battle the bitch behind my eyes, let's have a little look around and see what’s happening in the wider World…with another occasional RANT!!!!!

Georgia on my Mind –Big bloody oil supply line , two corrupt arrogant super-powers banging heads, thousands of innocent people being blown to shit. The thing I find most depressing about all this is the sheer predictability of it all, I mean it’s hardly original is it? C’mon Warmongers you really must try harder, Damn it! Why not wage war on Switzerland in a bitter battle of attrition over the breakdown in supply of Cuckoo Clocks, or perhaps have a go at Hawaii over the trade in coconut shell bikinis and grass skirts. Oil supply and simple muscle-flexing arrogance really just doesn’t cut the mustard these days, so c’mon you filthy despotic leaders lets get creative! You’ve done so well in the past, just look at how you managed to make the annihilation of a whole race of humans sound like an advert for detergent- ‘Tired of the stinking …..* stealing you r jobs, money and women? Then try new Ethnic Cleansing .Bang! and the dirt is gone…*(Insert racial slur here) . So come along, USA and USSR lets have a little more ingenuity in your War Games or I’ll send you both to bed with no supper and a very sore bottom…and no, not in the nice way.

If all this talk of War has left you feeling slightly depressed here's a picture of a man wearing his very own home-made Tron Suit to cheer you up....

There, bet you feel better now eh?

In other news…Gravelly- voiced- smooth-Shaft- singing- Scientology- loving Isaac Hayes has shuffled off this mortal coil, almost quite literally. When found the running machine next to him was apparently still, er, running. Now usually I would poo-poo anyone who has the misfortune to be involved with a ‘religion’ based on a Sci-Fi writers idea to make a lot of stupid fucking celebrities lose a whole lot of stupid fucking money, but Hayes was different from say, Tom Cruise, in the key fact that he was talented (Yes ,before anyone brings it up, Tom Cruise was okay in Magnolia but in every other respect the man is a Grade A Penis). South Park aside, If Isaac Hayes had only written Shaft that would have been more than enough to earn him legendary status, but oh no, he also wrote Soul Man, Hold on I’m Coming and the classically titled album, Hot Buttered Soul …If there is a better name for an album I’d like to know it. So sidestepping the dodgy belief in Extra Terrestrials that look like John Travolta….Isaac Hayes..Bomb Culture Salutes You!!!!

And finally…The next gig for you loveable beat crazed monkeys is August 30th at the Fair Play 3 Day Festy at the Lansdowne Hotel, until then we’ll be studio bound writing and wriggling our beats into perfection (or as near as we can get considering our massive inadequacies).
Tune in next time when we’ll be asking John Leslie - did he really do it? And if he did, what did he do and why?

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