<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38032592</id><updated>2012-02-17T00:03:44.373+11:00</updated><category term='music I don&apos;t like'/><category term='it sucks you missed this'/><category term='mewithoutYou'/><category term='Jens'/><category term='Dir En Grey'/><category term='muscles'/><category term='hype'/><category term='90s emo'/><title type='text'>Splodge</title><subtitle type='html'>rhymes with blog</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://splodged.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38032592/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://splodged.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>DANIEL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38032592.post-540394943032468600</id><published>2007-06-07T22:07:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T22:13:48.031+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jens'/><title type='text'>Who likes Jens Lekman?</title><content type='html'>If you look at Google Trends to find out how popular someone is on their searches, it also lists the top 10 cities for that search item. When you plug "Jens Lekman" into it, &lt;a href="http://www.google.com/trends?q=+jens+lekman&amp;ctab=0&amp;amp;geo=all&amp;date=all&amp;amp;sort=0"&gt;guess who loves him most&lt;/a&gt;? Well, obviously, there's Sweden, where he's from, but after the top 5 being Swedish cities, you have New York. Fine. Lots of music-savvy people. Next? Melbourne. Then Perth, and Sydney.&lt;a href="http://www.jenslekman.com/"&gt; He&lt;/a&gt;'s onto something over here I think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38032592-540394943032468600?l=splodged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://splodged.blogspot.com/feeds/540394943032468600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38032592&amp;postID=540394943032468600' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38032592/posts/default/540394943032468600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38032592/posts/default/540394943032468600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://splodged.blogspot.com/2007/06/who-likes-jens-lekman.html' title='Who likes Jens Lekman?'/><author><name>DANIEL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38032592.post-6963595374821222307</id><published>2007-05-28T13:48:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T14:03:37.079+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='it sucks you missed this'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='90s emo'/><title type='text'>Tours it sucks you missed #1</title><content type='html'>In 1999 Jimmy Eat World went on tour supported by Jets to Brazil and Pedro the Lion. All of the above are/were awesome parts of the 90s indie/emo scene. None of this eyeliner crap. Just sweet music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a video of my favourite Jets to Brazil song, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I Typed for Miles&lt;/span&gt;. It's pretty bad quality sound but the song is great, especially towards the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rWJezG0JYCk"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rWJezG0JYCk" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pedro the Lion's song &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Options&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3CNJGD4VbAA"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3CNJGD4VbAA" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38032592-6963595374821222307?l=splodged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://splodged.blogspot.com/feeds/6963595374821222307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38032592&amp;postID=6963595374821222307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38032592/posts/default/6963595374821222307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38032592/posts/default/6963595374821222307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://splodged.blogspot.com/2007/05/tours-it-sucks-you-missed-1.html' title='Tours it sucks you missed #1'/><author><name>DANIEL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38032592.post-5126278495038914404</id><published>2007-04-19T01:50:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T02:34:42.002+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hype'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='muscles'/><title type='text'>muscles</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="width: 380px; height: 135px;" src="http://www.messandnoise.com/image/79141?w=450&amp;h=160&amp;amp;ca=center" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to say I'm loving this guy's music right now. His creativity in forming sweet tunes and beats and vocal stuff has overcome my natural reaction against music with techno/house sounds. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ice Cream&lt;/span&gt; (audible on jjj) is one you may have heard. It's semi-restrained, dance-imperative, deliberate electronic music with a penchant for the word officially spelt as &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wooo&lt;/span&gt; but with the variations of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;whoa&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; woot&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wooh&lt;/span&gt;, and if you're getting really picky, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;woo&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muscles (real name top secret), a country boy in Melbourne, has gone from unknown to the global poster child of hyphenated post-modern electro-dance music, within a year. In &lt;a href="http://www.messandnoise.com/"&gt;Mess + Noise&lt;/a&gt; around July or August last year there was a feature on this unknown aspirational kid, probably around my age, who the writer thought was a bit eccentric and whose world-domination ambitions were not thought to be likely to succeed, even though he was trying really hard. I mentioned him on splodge in August, and ended up being just the fourth little review excerpt he stuck in his review column on his website. Fluxblog, one of the internet's mp3 blog barons, beat me by a month. But less than a year later Muscles has 5000 imaginary Myspace friends, in November he passed 10000 page views, and to date there have been around 80000 plays of his few songs that he's got up there. Triple J is head over heels for him and he's gone off to America to tour for a little while with Soulwax and 2manyDJs who I think both have something to do with dance music. Those sort of people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did he do this? In the M+N article his aspiration was to be a superstar, something like that. That he'd work at it even if it took decades. This guy is hardcore. He used to offer to send a promo CD of his songs to anyone who asked. Right now he asks for anyone to send him 'cds and stuff&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;if you're in a band or a dj who makes mixes, im always looking for new music and bands to play with!' This is one enthusiastic guy. Persistent too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But how long will it be before he is over-lauded on Pitchfork as the messiah from Melbourne, and how long after that that they surgically cut him down to size, and how long after that that the British poparazzi fawn and drool over him and his relationship prospects, and how long after that that he becomes a coked up vegetable propping up southern California's rehab industry? Huh? Hopefully the plot won't unfold like this. This is a guy who sings about the simple pleasures in life- badges, lemonade, finding common ground with an acquaintance through shared musical tastes, ice cream, and riding on the train. Not only that, he seems cluey, with some nous and good judgment. He refuses to accept people as M&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;yspace friends if they&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:sans-serif;font-size:100%;" text="..ff6600" link="..ff6600" vlink="..ff6600" alink="..ff6600"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; "have an annoying background that takes ages to load, transparent objects on your myspace, or 'special' characters in your name, you will not recieve a 'wooo' therefore not worthy of befriending muscles." I respect that. And so should you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" href="http://musclesmusic.com/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muscles Website&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" href="http://www.myspace.com/musclesmusic"&gt;Muscles Myspace&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.messandnoise.com/articles/244758"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Mess + Noise article&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38032592-5126278495038914404?l=splodged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://splodged.blogspot.com/feeds/5126278495038914404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38032592&amp;postID=5126278495038914404' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38032592/posts/default/5126278495038914404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38032592/posts/default/5126278495038914404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://splodged.blogspot.com/2007/04/muscles.html' title='muscles'/><author><name>DANIEL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38032592.post-478619581310615783</id><published>2007-03-04T15:41:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T15:45:57.816+11:00</updated><title type='text'>setlist</title><content type='html'>The setlist for Sodastream's last ever show:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firelines&lt;br /&gt;Out&lt;br /&gt;Keith &amp;amp; Tina&lt;br /&gt;Chorus Line&lt;br /&gt;Horses&lt;br /&gt;Charity Board&lt;br /&gt;Fresh One&lt;br /&gt;Wedding Day&lt;br /&gt;Let it all Turn Black&lt;br /&gt;Warm July&lt;br /&gt;Lushington Hall&lt;br /&gt;Otherwise Open&lt;br /&gt;Blinky&lt;br /&gt;Constant Ships&lt;br /&gt;Mood in the Bunker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel a need to record all of this for posterity... i'll do a review soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38032592-478619581310615783?l=splodged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://splodged.blogspot.com/feeds/478619581310615783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38032592&amp;postID=478619581310615783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38032592/posts/default/478619581310615783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38032592/posts/default/478619581310615783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://splodged.blogspot.com/2007/03/setlist.html' title='setlist'/><author><name>DANIEL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38032592.post-636771981062129894</id><published>2007-03-03T02:01:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-03-03T02:03:27.831+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Sodastream ends</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://static.bareka.com/photos/medium/1120248/pete.jpg" border="0" alt="Pete" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.bareka.com/photos/medium/1120238/karl.jpg" border="0" alt="Karl" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38032592-636771981062129894?l=splodged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://splodged.blogspot.com/feeds/636771981062129894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38032592&amp;postID=636771981062129894' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38032592/posts/default/636771981062129894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38032592/posts/default/636771981062129894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://splodged.blogspot.com/2007/03/sodastream-ends.html' title='Sodastream ends'/><author><name>DANIEL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38032592.post-7025553672753173387</id><published>2007-03-01T20:50:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T21:10:19.270+11:00</updated><title type='text'>The Elevator Music King</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://static.bareka.com/photos/medium/1097723/jazz-king.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in Bangkok I bought a CD called &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Jazz King&lt;/span&gt;, of jazz music composed by King Bhumibol Adulyadej of Thailand. And I was listening to it, and it just didn't sound right. It sounded weird. And then, after seven tracks, I figured it out. It's not really jazz music. It's elevator music. You know, that awful stuff they put over tourism promotional videos, with too-smooth melodies and a beat that belongs in a Vegas hotel in 1992.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38032592-7025553672753173387?l=splodged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://splodged.blogspot.com/feeds/7025553672753173387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38032592&amp;postID=7025553672753173387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38032592/posts/default/7025553672753173387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38032592/posts/default/7025553672753173387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://splodged.blogspot.com/2007/03/elevator-music-king.html' title='The Elevator Music King'/><author><name>DANIEL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38032592.post-1612100554830820677</id><published>2007-02-24T16:26:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-02-24T16:41:45.608+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mewithoutYou'/><title type='text'>mewithoutYou - Brother, Sister</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://media.emicmg.com/artwork/project_covers/TND60429/Chordant/cover.jpg" alt="Brother, Sister" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I first heard this whole album on a dark night in Istanbul, and I bought it this week. In short, it is awesome. It's sort of indie-rock 'post-hardcore' arty-farty music with spoken-word poetry/singing/wailing. It goes from soft to chaotic, from English to Arabic (in one song), from understandable to confusing. Sound stupid? It's not. Listen to them &lt;a href="http://www.purevolume.com/mewithoutyou"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38032592-1612100554830820677?l=splodged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://splodged.blogspot.com/feeds/1612100554830820677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38032592&amp;postID=1612100554830820677' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38032592/posts/default/1612100554830820677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38032592/posts/default/1612100554830820677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://splodged.blogspot.com/2007/02/mewithoutyou-brother-sister.html' title='mewithoutYou - Brother, Sister'/><author><name>DANIEL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38032592.post-5474388056059063853</id><published>2007-02-21T11:48:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T11:51:28.070+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dir En Grey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music I don&apos;t like'/><title type='text'>Dir En Grey</title><content type='html'>Well I came across the infamous Dir En Grey &lt;a href="http://www.purevolume.com/direngrey"&gt;on Purevolume&lt;/a&gt;, and it looks like they've turned hardcore, after their previous incarnation as self-pitying wrist-slitting whinge-rock. Have a listen to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Clever Sleazoid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38032592-5474388056059063853?l=splodged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://splodged.blogspot.com/feeds/5474388056059063853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38032592&amp;postID=5474388056059063853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38032592/posts/default/5474388056059063853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38032592/posts/default/5474388056059063853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://splodged.blogspot.com/2007/02/dir-en-grey.html' title='Dir En Grey'/><author><name>DANIEL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38032592.post-116807285639874380</id><published>2007-01-06T19:40:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-01-06T19:49:06.323+11:00</updated><title type='text'>my Hottest 100 votes</title><content type='html'>After much deliberation, and culling of my 60-song shortlist, these are the 10 extra-special songs I voted for. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Antiskeptic - Dancing On The Inside&lt;br /&gt;Just great. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben Folds - Such Great Heights (Like A Version)&lt;br /&gt;Sweet piano take on Postal Service's song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jens Lekman - Your Arms Around Me&lt;br /&gt;What can I say? Jens is awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Justice Vs Simian - We Are Your Friends&lt;br /&gt;So I am I. The video was one of the year's best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muscles - One Inch Badge Pin&lt;br /&gt;Nice, very nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Panic! At The Disco - The Only Difference Between Martyrdom &amp; Suicide&lt;br /&gt;The best song off one of, if not THE, album of the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peter Bjorn &amp; John - Let's Call It Off&lt;br /&gt;This one makes me want to jive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sodastream - Twin Lakes&lt;br /&gt;I love Sodastream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Youth Group - Forever Young&lt;br /&gt;This song means 2006.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Zutons - Why Won't You Give Me Your Love&lt;br /&gt;The dance-fighting gangs of this song's video are awesome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38032592-116807285639874380?l=splodged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://splodged.blogspot.com/feeds/116807285639874380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38032592&amp;postID=116807285639874380' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38032592/posts/default/116807285639874380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38032592/posts/default/116807285639874380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://splodged.blogspot.com/2007/01/my-hottest-100-votes.html' title='my Hottest 100 votes'/><author><name>DANIEL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38032592.post-116602490844797915</id><published>2006-12-14T19:00:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T02:58:55.426+11:00</updated><title type='text'>back from the dead</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Noun&lt;/span&gt; 1. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;splodge&lt;/span&gt; - an irregularly shaped spot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll start by putting up some archives of previous posts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38032592-116602490844797915?l=splodged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://splodged.blogspot.com/feeds/116602490844797915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38032592&amp;postID=116602490844797915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38032592/posts/default/116602490844797915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38032592/posts/default/116602490844797915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://splodged.blogspot.com/2006/12/back-from-dead.html' title='back from the dead'/><author><name>DANIEL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38032592.post-116632649226292469</id><published>2006-09-23T01:00:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T14:43:00.490+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Creed's perspective</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://static.last.fm/coverart/300x300/20794.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the most satisfying CD purchases of my recent past (ie. the last fortnight) is &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;My Own Prison&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, by everyone's favourite turn-of-the-millenium band, Creed. Of course, I am aware of how incredibly daggy Creed is these days. No self-respecting music critic will ever admit to any sort of appreciation for Creed, apart from their appreciation of Creed's uncanny ability to write dreary, middle-of-the-road, pseudo-spiritual, post-Pearl Jam, commercial rock-radio shite that millions of people were suckers for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I am so happy to be in possession of their debut album because it is the completion of my Creed collection. Apart from the superfluous &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Greatest Hits&lt;/span&gt; that was rushed out last year to try to wring a few more dollars out of the Creed fans now turned Nickelback fans, I've now got the set. And &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;My Own Prison&lt;/span&gt; is up there with &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Human Clay&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Weathered&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I wrote this I was trying to decide if I think &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Human Clay&lt;/span&gt; is Creed's best work. And I was thinking 'Yeah, I'll say that &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Human Clay&lt;/span&gt; is still the best, but &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;My Own Prison&lt;/span&gt; comes pretty damn close.' But then, I realised that as I was just listening to &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;My Own Prison&lt;/span&gt;, I didn't have to put up with those over-played icons of 2000, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Higher&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;With Arms Wide Open&lt;/span&gt;. While they are nice pieces of inspirational ambiguity, I like that the only songs on &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;My Own Prison&lt;/span&gt; that I've heard before are the ones I eagerly downloaded on Napster back in Year 10. Still, there are great songs on &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Human Clay&lt;/span&gt;, so I'm wavering. Maybe I'll make them even. And it's common knowledge that &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Weathered&lt;/span&gt;, the third album, is not their best. There's not much distance between best and worst on the Creed spectrum, it's just a matter of where you place that spectrum within your own scale of music taste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Creed, in their eight years and three albums, sold around 30 million CDs around the world, most of those in America. What is it that particularly endeared this band to the consciousness of the western world those few years ago? Why that combination of notes, chords, bad distortion, and lyrical mix of disenchantedness and hope?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that Creed resonated with so many people because firstly, it was a slightly different Pearl Jam, with some big, fat redneck southern chords that were part of the post-grunge, pre-nu-metal sound. But that's still a just a musical reason. What differentiated Creed from the Pearl Jams of the world? I think it's because their message resonated with a generation who knew conservative Christian values, but had questioned them and rejected them. I think this was especially true in America, and a bit less so in other parts of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, among Christians, Creed was fairly popular due to the fact that they were a 'secular' rock band that Christians could listen to without feeling bad, because they sang songs with a lot of allusions to Christian themes. A Christian could feel cool because they were listening to the most popular band in the world, while not feeling guilty, because the band were 'Christian' enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now consider this: Scott Stapp, Creed's songwriter and singer, grew up as the son of a fire-and-brimstone pentecostal pastor who would beat him, becoming disillusioned with Christianity as he grew up. This is the gist of the story. This disillusionment seems to be particularly with a hypocritical, 'cultural Christian' type of Christianity- the kind that says because you're American you're Christian, and vice versa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so the way this perspective informed Creed's music must be taken into account. The song &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;In America&lt;/span&gt;, from &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;My Own Prison&lt;/span&gt;, seems to illustrate Stapp's stance:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Only in America we're slaves to be free&lt;br /&gt;Only in America we kill the unborn to make ends meet&lt;br /&gt;Only in America sexuality is democracy&lt;br /&gt;Only in America we stamp our god "In God We Trust"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not surprisingly, with this disillusionment with what many call truth, there is a certain search for truth in their music, that often ends in a place of ambiguity. The chorus to the song goes like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;What is right or wrong?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know who to believe in&lt;br /&gt;My soul sings a different song&lt;br /&gt;In America&lt;br /&gt;I am right and you are wrong&lt;br /&gt;No one's right and no one's wrong&lt;br /&gt;In America&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This resolution of ambiguous truth is one that many good post-modernists today would applaud. Yet Stapp isn't singing this in a joyful, Polyphonic Spree-esque celebration of fluffy ambiguity. Stapp is angry. This isn't a resolution- he wants the truth. He wants to know right and wrong. He wants people to know right and wrong. This resonates with those people from a Christian background, with a respect for truth and a sense of moral right and wrong. This is indicative of his respect for a lot of conservative Christian values, despite rejecting Christianity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems that one of his major problems with Christianity and the church was hypocrisy he'd seen, and which many others of his generation would understand. So comes the second verse:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Church bell's ringing&lt;br /&gt;Pass the plate around&lt;br /&gt;The choir is singing&lt;br /&gt;As their leader falls to the ground&lt;br /&gt;Please mister prophet man &lt;/span&gt;[is he talking to Jesus or the pastor?]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Tell me which way to go&lt;br /&gt;I gave my last dollar&lt;br /&gt;Can I still come to your show?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't say Creed are post-Christian in their perspective- more pseudo-Christian than anything. Alluding to Christian themes without using any definitive words, especially evident on the &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Human Clay&lt;/span&gt; album, but not rejecting those views completely either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plenty of people, especially the media, wanted to label Creed a 'Christian band', and the Stapp would flatly deny that, but at different times would have varying answers. There was the 'I used to be a Christian, but not anymore' line and the avoid-giving-any-definite-answer line. Scott Stapp didn't talk about being a Christian until &lt;a href="http://www.ccmmagazine.com/features/3163.aspx"&gt;this interview&lt;/a&gt; in 2004, after Creed had finished, when he said he had "come full circle" spiritually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it's likely he does not still hold all the views he espoused while fronting Creed. Nevertheless, it seems like Creed's message resonated with people partly because of that pseudo-Christian viewpoint.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38032592-116632649226292469?l=splodged.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://splodged.blogspot.com/feeds/116632649226292469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38032592&amp;postID=116632649226292469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38032592/posts/default/116632649226292469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38032592/posts/default/116632649226292469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://splodged.blogspot.com/2006/09/creeds-perspective.html' title='Creed&apos;s perspective'/><author><name>DANIEL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
