13th September 2014
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Bragging Party - The Amps
OH god this song.
12th September 2014
‘Soul Kitchen’ by X
The Doors are the root of all evil. X soften the blow.
2nd September 2014
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This Tumblr’s been dormant for a while, save some autoposts from This Is My Jam, but I couldn’t not say anything about this…even though I never normally write about food or gender issues (I generally save both for the experts).
Above is a link to a blog post about Almost Famous, a chain of burger joints - one of which has just opened up in Leeds. You can order Bitch Juice, or fries with a side of Slut Sauce. The women’s toilets (chain-wide, I’m told) also play host to some extremely troubling artwork.
I could say something about how we as a society are reaching peak burger (and that’s speaking as someone whose girlfriend works at Byron), and complain about the Brooklynisation of restaurants and bars across the country. But I like that sometimes - the fact there’s somewhere like Mojo, Meat Liquor or Belgrave Music Hall where you can get a tasty (albeit expensive) bottle of craft beer, a greasily innovative burger, and listen to Neil Young in public is fine by me.
Post-Man Vs Food, the fact that places like Red’s were popping up was a great thing - you couldn’t GET food like this anywhere in Leeds beforehand. But the more places like this that open, the more diluted they become - saying nothing of places like Wetherspoons incorporating this sort of food into its menus - and seeking more extravagant, ridiculous “authentic American signifiers” to throw at their food. While I had no interest in eating a burger sandwiched between two Krispy Kreme donuts at Red’s, it didn’t bother me. It’s a cool fucking idea - and, I’m told, it tastes pretty great. But when Almost Famous put out a burger with an “Oreo ice cream sammich [sic]” on top, you can’t help but wonder what the point is.
But that’s overlooking the bro-ification of these places as well. Dirty burger joints are becoming lad-centric now - there’s a sense that somewhere like Almost Famous is pandering to the lad market without a thought to the sexism and misogyny that they seem to take as Just Part Of The Deal. Writing phrases like “Laxitives are definitely the answer” as part of the “artwork” in the ladies’ toilets is irresponsible and disgusting. As someone who has no intention of walking into Almost Famous (yes yes, I know that detracts from the argument somewhat), I can’t help but wonder if there’s anything like that written in the men’s room. The possibilities are endless. The mind boggles.
Acknowledging the inherent shame in eating a dirty burger is an appropriately meta thing to do. But surely Almost Famous could have found a better way of expressing that shame than using words like “slutty” to describe its customers. There’s a less bro-centric way to promote and decorate the place that (almost) everywhere else has managed to use [see also Flesh and Buns in London - http://www.theguardian.com/commentisfree/2013/dec/20/hipster-sexists-pornographic-filth-loo-flesh-buns].
So we’ve hit peak burger. It was fun while it lasted, and sometimes it’s still pretty great. But places like Almost Famous don’t need to hasten this trend’s demise any other way.
30th August 2014
‘The Singer’ by Ty Segall
That annoying moment where you realise you absolutely love one song by a guy you’d previously not been fussed with, then revisit his back catalogue, only to realise that that one song is still the best thing he’s ever done by a country mile.
16th August 2014
‘Myriad Harbour’ by The New Pornographers
I’m seeing the New Pornographers in Manchester in December. Dan Bejar will be part of the band for this. I was not expecting that. WIN.