out with the new?

sibot launched his solo debut last week. twice. nice.
[It's his second album. you do the math. i'm too dyslexic.]

one a sit down in horrible labia chairs. (no. don't imagine that. please) the other at friction. i made front row at the former. respect from his contemporaries was fairly hard to miss, sitting next to sean ou tim, lee thompson (both closet snare) and a stiletto away from Miss mouthmann of larkspark. we all had the keen advantage of a nostril angle shot...

In With The Old is electric glytch meets jazz riffs. the man admits to being no concert pianist, but gives his two finger melodies a fine whack at it. he hurried calmly from piano to decks to Casio keyboard (the R15 ones) to things i don't know the name of with the swiftness of a smiling snake before supper.

he borrowed two of the aforementioned, famed and much loved Closet Snare kings to great effect, and proved quite convincingly that jazz fusion is on the upswing in the city. even with the lectro boys. like he says, 'in with the old'...

>Sibot received a standing ovation for his efforts. proving that we do all like kind, clever boys.

Bruise me, baby!

Naughty boys making wicked noise. There’s a blueprint for a blerry good experience.

The Dirty Skirts CD Launch

The skirts lifted the hem of their debut album at the Biscuit Mill on 01 March. If you were there, word up for testy taste! If you weren’t, what a waste. They delivered a bit more than the usual subtle smashing of sweet sound …

Fans weren’t quite prepared for the overlords of underthings, I think. Myspace muppets might have been a bit surprised by the point of departure that is “On A Stellar Bender”. But they were a nice crowd, mild mannered and mildly wild. The Skirts, of course, are not.

It wasn’t only their quintessential rocking, bubblegum fun they treated us to. The launch was the perfect platform for them to point out that they’ve got more up their musical sleeves than their Indy-Pop notoriety might suggest. You don’t realise how serious they are about having fun and making music. Whether Jeremy made that point better by belting out his bad, beatific ballads or by leapfrogging face first onto the stage is not quite clear. But the crowd loved it. The boys upped the edge a notch or two. They egged on the ante. And that’s the thing with the Skirts. They’re dirty, but you don’t see the blood.

For expectant fashionistas, it was a lowkey lashing of suspenders and skinny jeans. No black tape and eyeliner this night. For jaded music fans, it was a pleasant spit in the face. Sure, they make you bop. They make you hop. They have their very own jolly, oversized bunny. That’s what we like about them. But this night they also made us moan and hum. Underneath it all, where it counts, they might be here for the party (hell, they are the party) but the music has The Dirty Skirts by the balls.

Beyond their crowd rocking renditions of Feeling The Pressure and Homewrecker, there were moments fuelled with restful emo, acoustic riffs to make music whores spread wide, and occasions that called for a very different kind of last.fm labelling. Mm. I like being surprised.

They’ll go places, and they’ll do it in (their) style.

Glad to be able to add divine to my list of D words for the skirts. Dirty, divine… drat, I don’t have any others. Dirty and divine. Let’s leave it at that. Till the next time they show us their panties.

Missed the show? Watch the slide show

Pics : Simon De Haast

(Btw, the ol’ market looks lovely dressed up in a bar and stage and lots of beautiful people. But if you want it to sound right, make sure you get the best soundman in the city, coz it aint an easy space to mix into.)

Dirty Skirts. a hem.

the skirts are lifting the hem on their new album on the 1st of march.

show some patriotism and lift yours too.

the Old Biscuit Mill in Woodstock (that organic market where you sometimes get sloshed on Saturday afternoons in appreciation of local talent) tonight 0'1 March

party guaranteed.

warning: this warning does not come with a health warning...