Seahaven // live

If it’s not for the forced friendship of the guy rubbing his sweaty bollocks over your back, then the intimate bond you gain with the artist may just make you feel the love for a small venue. The moments when there is no separation between crowd and stage.

Roxx is a swarm of beanies as Seahaven strolls on stage. Silently captivating the audience, Kyle Soto takes to the mic caressing it strangely, sensually. Soto candidly starts to get lost in the music relaying a life story in front of our eyes: ‘It’s Over’. 

They formed in 2009 after discovering a shared love for post-punk. Developing a sound that uplifts the average punk fanatic with its soulful undertones they play each song from the album ‘Winter Forever’ with ache and desire. Next is ‘Black and white’, Craver, DeBartolo and Phillips, join in with the crowds energy rocking out on stage.

The floor starts to thump from the heavy-footed hipsters dribbling as they scream along like the song brings them close to orgasm “But you seem to have forgotten, the promises you promised, where you do not forget about me."

The fast transition from one song to the next keeps the pace of the set high, which is talent considering they haven’t introduced one song.

With passion for soul in each song, Mr. Soto instantly turns on his enticing eyes, staring deeply at each bystander. With knee bends that make him thrust upon the phallic object he holds in his hands, the stand is his pole and we are his screaming worshippers.

“Thank you for being so beautiful” he mumbles, softly. What a weird ending to a wonderful evening.

Sky Ferreira // My night my time // Album Review

If you want to feel like Alice falling down the rabbit hole of auditory hallucination, listen to Sky Ferreira resonate in a bubble of confused emotions. It’s hard to gather exactly what her reputation is at the beginning of the album, or whom it is she blames. At only 21 years old it is clear in her debut album “My Night, My Time” she is still trying to find her feet as a young woman, virtuously screaming out for attention in each and every song as it progresses to portray the pity she feels going through varies of emotions asking us do you know what it feels like.

There is visible incarnation from her label to make Ferreira a bit of everything. The instrumentation is significantly heavier than her vocals, this rebellion allows her to be a tad more vulnerable, in essence letting Sky ‘do her’. This carefully constructed image is how she wants to be seen; she can do pretty and pop so here “My night my time” is Ferreira stripped to the bone with her crack whore chic.

 Making the machine work for her a little too much, with deep fat frying of the lyrics we’ve all heard before: “There's no tomorrow without you…” “I wish this could last forever.” Yet Ferreira does it with a dominating crack of the whip.

Gospel trained, maybe just not in soul: into boys, sex and ostensibly crack and bondage, but fuck it who cares if she is godly in nature. This works for her much like following in the footsteps of original church choir singer Katy Perry, just with more explicit vulgarity.

We don’t need any more pop princesses, Ferreira is essentially grunge for Barbie dolls and there’s no problem with that.

Musical year // Rock and Roll on 2014

Who said rock and roll was intimidating? There has been a role reversal in the year 2013, where pop has become scarier than rock. Yes I said it pop haunts my soul and rock revives it.

This is the year of the rebirth of the rock and roll, indie, alternative and pop-punk movement, maybe due to the shift of the morals behind pop music.

The 90s, a year many of the late teens today remember very well. You recall the girl bands and pop stars singing about love, hate, appreciation and change? Well this continued on into the noughties - many of you however I’m sure were finding your emo style. That was only because you were sooooo emotionally unstable and turned to noisy music to let out your frustration.

Today, the image of alternative music has changed and the anti-establishment genre has become extremely mainstream. GOOD, I FOR ONE AM GLAD. Rock is now about being yourself.

Pop was the happy go lucky, bouncy bouncy gay best friend that has resorted to crack and sex just to get a bit of extra cash. What is wrong with you pop? You’re supposed to be uplifting and extremely cliché. You deserve a slap in the face with a dictionary first and maybe the bible after – and I’m not even religious. Stars such as Miley Cyrus who to be fair looks, acts and sings like a giraffe on LSD, need to review what their music is saying to the listeners.

Where’s all the subliminal messages gone? Find it in the indie music of 2013. Bastille found their feet this year with album Bad Blood where they sing of mythical stories that all have morals to their narratives. Including the classic Icarus who flew too close to the sun and we all know how that ended.

Pop-punk band, The Story So Far may shout their lyrics, oh but they need to be heard. Speaking to the teens of today having little self respect and regard for education. “And to think that you're somebody's daughter away at college not getting smarter. Everything changes when all the lights in the room are as low as you, but don't trip you'll sober up soon. Regain an honest perspective”

The way these bands may portray themselves or relay their vocals could be deemed a little harsh but its not as horrifying as the way pop artists of 2013 display themselves and their so called swag.

Ask yourselves “Why don't you speak it out loud, instead of living in your head?” questioned by the 1975. After all music is there to help us say, do and feel that emotion we didn’t know was there. Pop can’t really help with that when you’re “Shaking it like [you’re] at a strip club.”