I stopped watching the Bachelor a while back when that dipshit Firestone ruined himself and his family name (god, he was a boring subject), and I never thought I would watch this bullshit again, that is until I met DeAnna and her band of sensitive, frat-boy, jocko-homo’s, that make this season’s Bachelorette the best show ever. These pathetic male groupies make themselves look so ridiculous, that I feel sorry for them. Can you imagine sitting around with ten dudes all dating the same girl talking about who has had the most “face time” and what guy has the best “connection”? Shit, the fact that any of these helpless thirty-something’s use the word “journey” to describe a three-week stint on a reality show is enough to throw my television and my own brain into a pit of spikes shat upon by aids ridden Hell’s Angels.
I am a huge fan, Howard Stern is a huge fan, my wife is a fan, my dog is a fan (she’s a Maltese named Josie and she thinks Graham is gonna win).
The fact that the Bachelorette herself looks about a week away from being a Del Mar cougar (Del Mar, California—check out The Poseidon and Red Tracton’s on Thursdays and Fridays to see some “real” cougars for yourself) tells me that the guys n the show are looking forward to loosing early, and getting laid nightly in the bars of their respective hometowns—good for you guys!

So my friend and bandmate in Kut U Up is getting married, and we had to welcome him into this awesome club by getting him drunk, confused, and destroyed (just like marriage usually is) We decided to end Micah’s bachelor party at the Ladytron / Datarock show at the Belly Up on Saturday night, and I believe now that it was a wonderful decision. The good people at The Belly Up set aside the best seats in the house for us, and we sat in them for five seconds before hitting the dance floor with the ferocity of uncaged fighting cocks ready for battle. We love the belly up.
As for Ladytron, they were amazing. With Bulgarian beauty, Mira Aroyo fronting the band with her beautifully robotic vocals, they’re vibe emanates pure future sexuality and coolness beyond the realm of anything you’ve ever seen live. The crowd was very mellow, which was a direct contrast to myself and some of my friends who were out of our minds after cruising around all night in style on the Jones Soda bus, driven by our hero, Sweet Pussy Frank. Amid a sea of shoegazing statues, we were vibrating spastically to the music and annoying everyone in our vicinity. All in all, it was an amazing show, and from what I remember, one of the many “best nights ever” I’ve had in a long time.

Oh, for some reason we missed Datarock, we got stuck at Cheetah’s for a while before the show, it was ind of hard to leave.

Now that I have a hard copy of Wolf Parade’s new album, At Mount Zoomer, I can honestly say that it has grown on me like a flesh eating virus (not that I have one). So, when you work at a magazine, you get perks, we went over this earlier, but let me explain. I got a password to listen to the new Wolf Parade and I did, a lot. But for some reason, listening to that shit at work on your computer just doesn’t quite have the same effect at rocking out to that stuff in your car on the freeway. After getting the actual disc, I noticed that the record is much more layered than I previously thought. They have obviously been fiddling with some knobs of some very vintage keyboards, and no doubt been inhaling some glue or whippits. The backing synths and keys are spacey and tripped out, while the guitars take a slight backseat. Stand out tracks (they stand out because they sound more familiar to a Wolf Parade fan like myself) include, “Soldiers Gin” that sounds like an 80s W.P. having fun and getting weird with some toy synths, “Language” which sounds more like the W.P songs from the last album, and “California Dreamer”, a six minute organ driven ripper that keeps going and going while gaining intensity the whole time.
So here’s my final word, go get this disc immediately. Any fan of Wolf Parade will be happy after giving it a few listens. If you’re not a W.P. fan, you probably shouldn’t be reading this blog (that was the music snob coming out).
Love Chris Cote

A lot of us want to be cool. and now that we’re getting older (some of us) and more sophisticated, buying hip and cool furniture helps aid us adults in the quest for coolness. Check out this new furniture from Vapor Studio, If you have one of these skate tables by your front door, you will no doubt 23% cooler than you were before.

Skurniture is a skateboard + furniture brand that has been around for a
few years now. It is the product of Vapor Studio, a full-service creative
firm representing industrial design, interiors, branding and new concepts.
Vapor is headed by Ricardo Camargo, a longtime action sports veteran and
creator of many a successful brand. Their premise is simple: the art of
skateboarding; meets furniture. The legs are reminiscent of the hairpin
legs created by famed designer George Nelson in the 1950’s. You can buy
Skurniture legs (and add your own deck to it) at UNIV shops and online at
Robust Flavor (www.robustflavor.com).

I may be a bit late on this one. I’ve seen this disc on the shelf at Lou’s Records and I walked by it three times. I don’t know why I didn’t just buy it the first time I saw it. The first album by Tapes ‘N Tapes was good enough. That one was called The Loon, and while it didn’t blow my ass away, it was pretty decent. The band’s latest, Walk It Off, however, did blow me away, so I’m recommending it with bravado. If you’re a Wolf Parade fan and you’re on the verge of death waiting for the new album to drop, go get Walk It Off—it’s not Wolf Parade, but pretty damn close, and really damn good.

One time I saw Jeff Buckley play in the parking lot at Lou’s Records. No fucking joke here, it was really Jeff Buckley with his whole band playing the entire Grace album—I was one of eight people in the crowd, so eat that. Since then, I’ve seen some great bands in the parking lot at Lou’s, last week I walked up and watched The Night Marchers rip through a tight set of all new material. Fronted by the legendary Speedo (John Reis) and backed by three guys who know how to rock well. On guitar you get Gar Wood (Hot Snakes), hitting the skins is drummer Jason Kourkounis (Hot Snakes, Mule, Delta 72), and riding the bass strings is Tommy Kitsos (CPC Gangbangs)—a veritable supergroup. The album, See You In Magic is packed with 13 great rock tracks in the vein of Hot Snakes and RFTC, with the best track being a slower ditty called “You’ve Got Nerve”.

Check this band out ASAP, you’ll love them, I promise.

The long awaited new album by one of the world’s greatest rock bands is almost here, but of course, my post as editor in chief of Transworld SURF allows me a few wonderful privileges—one being pre-released music from great labels like Sub Pop. So I’ve been listening to the new Wolf Parade album and at first, I was a tad under whelmed. Of course my expectations were through the roof, and after the long wait, I was ready to be destroyed by the band’s genius, and right off the bat, I wasn’t. But wait, now that I’ve given the album a few goes, it’s growing on me, and usually albums that do that become embedded in my skull. I can say that the new album is more subdued than Apologies, but it has an intensity that comes from a different place. The band admittedly threw out a bunch of songs that they said “sounded too much like songs they’ve already done,” which is hard to swallow for fanatic fans who wanted another batch of songs in the vein of “Modern World” and “You Are A Runner”—but you can’t argue with a band trying to progress. So that being said, this album may not replace Apologies To The Queen Mary, but little by little, it might just stand next to it on your list of favorites. It just sucks that you have to wait another month to hear it. Release date is June 17, so it’s gonna be a while. In the meantime, get Foals Antidotes and No Age Nouns.

Weezer has a new album coming out, The Red Album. If they continue down the path they are currently on, this album might be the worst album ever made. Remember the good old days when Weezer was awesome? “The Sweater Song”, “Surf Wax USA”, “My Name Is Jonas”; some of the greatest songs ever. The Pinkerton album was fantastic—then we all got shit on and bitch-slapped by a string of horrible pop-ditties like “Beverly Hills” and “We Are All On Drugs”. Sorry, but Weezer has tainted themselves. Why Weezer? Why have you shat upon our memories of a power pop rock golden era?
On the bright side, check out the bands Shy Child, Risk Relay, and Jeremy Jay—these bands are wonderful, and hopefully they wont let you down in the near future.