tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-62064926384674383822011-09-21T18:44:49.205+01:00A mock chop is a Scottish meat dish with almost mythical qualities. Rumours suggest it is processed lamb meat fried in batter. In accordance, this blog is mythical, and doesn't really know itself what it is supposed to be. But you have a hunch it could be lamb.Zadehhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03542405384749637049noreply@blogger.comBlogger351100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6206492638467438382.post-4368178454898031242011-01-30T16:35:00.003Z2011-02-01T17:25:04.201Z

Whilst donating all my silly stuff to this blog, I also write seriously sometimes (honest!), with an austere expression and an arsenal of adequate adverbs. My most recent two pieces were for Clash Magazine, and they are now on the ClashMusic.com website. The two articles were short, punchy reviews used in their 'Best of 2010' countdown. Aloe Blacc and The National ranked at 18th and 33rd

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Deer Andy Grey + Richad Keys, I jus want u to knw, I don't tink u shud resign. We all make miztakes. u prob shudnt of sed that ditty bout that bird what cant wave flags coz she shud be ironing ur boxers, but u didnt reeli knw wot u were sayin did u? I sed racist jokes to my m8s b4. I'm dunno why. I didn't fink it was dat funny. I think I got swept along. We all like to jump on the bandwagggon,

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Merry Christmas. xxxo

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Recently, I've finished writing a feature piece about the forthcoming DJs, set to take 2011 and bugger it senseless. Kitsune starlets, Punks Jump Up, were on the shortlist, amongst recommendations from three other writers. They didn't make the cut, but they are still rather brilliant. They look a bit nu-ravey, like perhaps they spend their royalties at Claire's Accessories, but you'll forgive

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BBC Kent's 'Hottest Record Of The Week' is hardly credit regarded as vogue, but with I Killed Kenny, the Kentish folk were dead on the money. The London DJ duo are the support act du jour down South (for the likes of Maccabees, Late of The Pier, Katy B), and they're eulogised so much on Kissy Klub it starts to feel like the early exchanges of a sex scene. They're Christmas mixtape is the type

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We've started a new night in Dundee, called Lovecraft. It's a free monthly mid-week event, setting the pre-club pace in a cute and intimate venue.  In a dark, dark town, there is a dark, dark street. And on the dark, dark street, there was a dark, dark pub. Called Drouthy Neebors. And in their dark, dark basement we play music. The DJs have free reign, and they play house, electro, indie,

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I did a twist on CH4. It's actually rather addictive. Have a go, or watch mine below. Either or, either or. You're free to chose.

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James Blake is a the epitome of subtle restraints. This Feist cover is a bass-laden, piano perplexity that fully captures the utter, isolated despondency of its subject matter. All the while, illustrating Blake's ability to match his productions with his own vocals. If you listen to this loud, and through either excellent speakers or headphones, then whole new aspects of the song undulate and

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I often enjoy abstract genres on their face value. I'll listen to a tropicana song or two, to look... kitsch? And I tolerated zouk for about six minutes. On both occasions I'd boast about how I'd, at least, investigated these genres. Witch house is different. The premise is lo-fi industrial electronica, with a drastically slowed bpm (in comparison to general house music), at a Modeselektor/

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I received this album just recently for review and I can't be away from it. I've become attached and needy. I'm turning up at nights out when the album just wanted time with the other CDs, and then I pretend it was a coincidence. When I see the album with other people I get insanely jealous, and when it asks why I scream "YOU'RE THE REASON I'M THIS WAY!". O. Children are a goth-chic

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I had to design two stickers and a poster for a FICTIONAL event as part of my Music & Image module this week. I decided to adopt the approach of Jodorowsky's 60's Panic Movement (France) and find a rather disgusting, distorted, yet remotely sexy, image and nicely frame it behind some slabs of blackest black. I strolled across The Panic Movement (Los Panicos) after researching a film I watched

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A lovely chap called Stephen made this.

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It's always a joy to read The Sun, and yesterday was no different when I cast my eye onto the easily misinterpreted headline "PAEDO BIKINI BANNED". At first, I expected to see a photo of the ageing sex offenders in question, bronzing nonchalantly on sunchairs in patterned bikinis outside a first school in Peckham, Pina Colada in one hand, their gland in the other, patiently awaiting the bell (

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I was recently introduced to a hoard of old Sky Sports screen shots and for a split second, I immediately returned to my childhood of a youthful Richard Keys, Tony Yeboah screamers, the Newcastle/Liverpool 4-3's and bad camera angles at The Dell. So I searched more out, and here is a selection of the best. Richard Keys has aged beautifully. I would. Not. I'm joking. Course I would. The hairy

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This game was inspired by a derogatory conversation about Enter Shikari, in which they were mockingly addressed; Enter Lou Macari. I've continued to play this in my head for at least 4 straight hours. Combining football personalities with band titles. Here are some examples: Ruud Gullit For My Valentine Taribo Westlife Boyzone Coyle Tony Mowbray Bicycle Club Fleetwood McInally Francis

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So I could watch and understand this program:

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After hearing constant patter about Chat Roulette, I decided to use a solemn Thursday night to immerse myself within this notably addictive social experiment. So basically you log onto chatroulette.com, you agree to enable your webcam, and you press 'play'. Immediately you are face to face with one of the tens of thousands of users from around the world.From the off, around 44% of the people you

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Yes, Kay Burley strikes again. The frozen pea-hearted, egomaniacal, maternally patronising bitch is back to her best form. Early last week Kay interviewed Peter Andre live on Sky News. The interview had been pre-booked many weeks prior, thanks to Peter's album announcement. Note: this interview was booked to talk about his new album. What ensued was a four minute journalistic equivalent of Burley

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On Thursday the 11th of February, three million unarmed Iranians will take to the streets of Tehran to protest against their brutal government regime. That's 40 times the attendance of the recent Superbowl, or alternatively, just under the complete population of Ireland. For the last 10 months, all protests against the regime have been beaten, shot at and volleyed with tear-gas. Hundreds have

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Facebook Graffiti looks really easy. I saw a picture, then I made my version. It's really easy. And then my version. For steps on how to recreate, feel free to email.

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Let's calm. Nothing is as bad as it seems. You have your whole life ahead of you. And time takes ages. It's not that quick. Honestly time is actually really long. Longer than you think. Just think about something aside from your worries. You're swimming, but you're not even swimming. You're just floating in whatever direction you wish to in your mind. You're in a nice big blue lake, so blue it

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As per an example of my life flittering from beneath my very fingers... today, thanks to a jester related comment on Twitter, I decided to spend valuable time researching Harlequins. The 16th century European comic subject, as opposed to the Union egg chasers. I've always found them a little intriguing. With their similarity to clowns and jesters, but there is something about Harlequins that

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As I write this, I'm watching Big Brother's final night celebration party. Why has Brian Belo appeared in everything Big Brother related since he was in it? He leers in the background, using his, now worn out, woopsy-daisy mannerisms to charm fake laughter from a poor crowd of onlookers that avoid his direct eye contact and peer over his shoulder for a social escape route. It reminds me of seeing

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Season One of Brass Eye recently appeared on 4OD, and I became swamped in an insatiable craving for Chris Morris. So I went in search for his debut TV show, The Day Today. Morris assumed the role of a no nonsense anchorman with a host of VTs and co-hosts in his arsenal. Aside from the genius of Alan Partridge's sports roundup and occasional side soap-style sketches based in a Bureau d'exchange,

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I actually pissed all over my bedroom floor when I heard Tron 2.0 was to be made. Now I've seen the trailer, I've shat all over the kitchen bench...Then... Then I heard the Daft Punk Tron Legacy Theme and I spewed in anticipation, all over my recent piss and shit stains, to create a terracotta pool of digestion/urinal system wonderment. If this movie is rubbish, it may be one of the most

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I recently perused a brilliant post over at the Well Medicated blog about flyer artwork for gigs. So in every attempt not to steal their thunder, and more appropriately take inspiration from their blog, I have stuck together all my favourite flyers. Have a deeks...

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Download - Mock Chop Mixtape #1: BOYGEORGEPARTYDISCOSETI have finally got round to uploading the first Mock Chop Mixtape. It is basically the best 12 or so songs that I have laid my mitts upon in the last 4-5 weeks.Warning:I am not a DJ. I do not wield bill paying mixing skills. I do however own MixMeister...Excuse the scant regard for moods. In an attempt to cloy 12 tracks into 20 mins, this

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Recently I have spent a lot of time DJing awfully on vinyl. I'm not sure it can even be called DJing. One thing I have found... Gloria Gaynor's 'I Will Survive' mixes perfectly into any song. All you need to do is hold Gloria at the first note of the chromatic piano introduction, switch off the power to the opposite deck so the previous track degrades into a decellerating whir and let Gloria

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This post is actually a consequence of a thought provoking post by Fevvers Foughts. Found here:http://fevversfoughts.blogspot.com/2009/03/dalia-sofer-septembers-of-shiraz.html"The book has made the revolution seem incredibly human and close to me. I remember now that it was brought about by people, it was wanted, and that it changed Iran massively for the whole population. Particularly when many

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TignesFest 09Nobody will ever successfully explain to me how TignesFest survives. Zero sponsorship is contradicted by free entry, and an uphill battle to secure the freshest line up for zilch. Whilst sharing a similarity of essence with an Alpine festival titan like Snowbombing? Eh? It is an organisational conundrum. Yet this musical showcase enigma seems to charm folk from the slopes in their

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Is social networking increasing our acquisition of social capita? Are we meeting more friends and keeping in touch better than ever? Or, are we spending large portions of our days disclosing information that shouldn't be disclosed, voicing plans that need not be public and offering opinions that could haunt us in later life? "I believe social networking technology has changed our lives for the

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So, today I got thinking. So, ok, Right? Why do I (and I'm pretty sure its not just me) suddenly go a little off bands when they make their break, and become popular. There must be more to this. I know for a fact, everyone liking a band should not bother me. It does not bother me. So I have rattled it down to two conclusive reasons.Firstly, the success of a band, can often influence their music

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Welcome To Technology! Back in my day, you played Blockbuster on your BBC micro for half an hour, and you could feel your eyes beginning the painful quadrilateral transformation you were warned about. At the time of course, the BBC micro was cutting edge technology, with its the trendy mauve look, a button just for copy (now its ctrl+v, pfft) and fire engine red F keys that looked like direct

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So, first big post of the Mock Chop, lets make it a good one. This week I have been lucky enough to get a hold of a free copy of the new Mr Oizo album, Lambs Anger. So without further ado (not adieu, contrary to popular belief)...For want of more apt vocabulary, this album is absolutely shit hot.The adroit Mr Oizo (pronounced wah-zow) has returned with an array of electro house tomfoolery, that

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Evening Squires and welcome to The Mock Chop. Yet another puddle on the sopping basement floor of the internet, created as a thought funnel for myself. I love music, I love telling people about music, and people hate me telling them about music. Im going to slap you in the face with a blog, so erect, it will make your bum tremble with coital fear.Introductory present. Here is a tremendous song

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