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obviously the internet knows ways around such feeble attempts at peeing fires out
I don't understand the fuss. Yeah, it was a bit embarrassing...but it really wasn't that bad.
I bet it was at the request of their gobshite singer 'Ray'
because this is what they will be most famous for.
petty but funny: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Raygun_(band)
someone has changed it to say that their debut single is called Pschyadelia Smith :D
Still, they'll probably headline Reading 2010 and be balls deep in Slovakian lingerie models.
It's a sick sad world.
They love Andy Warhol, Darwin, Jimmy Page and Beethoven. Their MySpace friends include Phil Spector, Houdini and Napoleon. Their frontman loves shaking his hips on Steinway pianos. They love playing theremins, going crazy with synthesisers, turning their guitars up to 12 and singing exuberant songs about love, drugs, and girls. They are Raygun – the brand new British band who want to bring excitement, Pop, and magic back to Rock and Roll. More about their frontman? He's called Ray Gun. He's the man on "lead vox and sonic experimentation". Blue-eyed, slinky-limbed and razor-cheekboned, he looks and sounds like the velvet-voiced, finger-waggling progeny of a promiscuous session between Jagger, Bowie and Iggy pop. Then there's The Adj, the band's scarf-swaddled, beard-sporting songwriter, on "war guitar and audio discovery". Add Ben Lyonsmyth on bass ("hip shaker and bottom end") and Sam Embery on drums ("pace maker and heartbreaker"). Together, they summon up the razzle of New Wave and the dazzle of the Scissor Sisters' disco, the filthiness of INXS, as well as the rock nous of a band long ready to start a revolution.
But where do they come from? The mystical lands in the suburbs of London that bore The Stones and The Jam – those places where the pleasures of the big Smoke is tantalisingly close but far away to dream about, and inspire fantastic music. And why are they Raygun? Because of David Bowie who, like this band, sowed his musical seeds in Brixton, who sang about ray guns on his song, Moonage Daydream, from Ziggy Stardust and the Spiders From Mars. Raygun’s musical blueprint mixes pop, art and melodies that move your heart, head and heels. The band's story, quite fittingly, is bright and exuberant. Their journey began when Ray Gun met The Adj in 2004 in a dirty dive, when Ray blew everyone away singing The Beatles' Oh Darling. They began writing songs and gigging together in Brighton, where Ray, ever the showman, liked to dress up, paint his face, and bounce around the walls. In these days of ubiquitous Indie bands, skinny jeans and skinny ties, the world wasn't ready – not for the clamour of their songs, nor for a group who treasured excitement and entertainment over soul-sapping durge, but by 2009 things have changed, and the world is more than ready for Raygun. With Ben and Sam recently recruited to this noble cause, their backbone is stronger than ever, and their pulse is ready to race. And then come their songs. Imagine huge, catchy tunes that simultaneously simmer with simplicity and sparkle like silver.
Take ‘Waiting In Line’, their urgent, sexy finger-clicker about the passage of time. Then enjoy ‘In The City’, their space-age homage to urban life that mixes the shimmer of Blondie with the glam thrust of T-Rex. Then there's the dirty guitar rush of ‘See You Later’, fusing the hunger of the Stones with wry, lustful lyrics and ‘Rocketblast’, an epic disco monster which sees the band become synthesiser superheroes. Live, Raygun soak up the weight of music they have loved all their lives. Guitars whirl and electronics shimmer as Ray leaps around the stage to an insatiable drumbeat, pausing only to throw himself into the crowd, or make another instrument squeal. But at the same time, this is not a band who think that they are untouchable, and nor are they content to think that the audience should just glory in their presence. Instead, they want to animate their fans, and use fun and energy to get them lusting and living. At a typical gig, Ray will banter with the crowd; almost swallow the microphone, dance on a bass drum, and climb onto your shoulders. Raygun want to set a new blueprint for pop-rock. They don't think any other band tries hard enough to pump our blood, or move our feet. By obsessing over the stars of the past who embraced art as well as pop, they are remembering the times when musicians didn't only pretend to be stars, but became them. In 2009, they are bound to make that transition too.
did they exist before they were signed to RCA?
Their journey began when Ray Gun met The Adj in 2004 in a dirty dive, when Ray blew everyone away singing The Beatles' Oh Darling.
...y'know, those tosspots who had Agyness Deyn (the extended wheelbase Peaches Geldof!) guesting on a single.
they didn't have a cash box with them so i had to keep getting change from the bar when people needed to buy things.
luckily that wasn't a problem that i encountered much during the evening
and if I'm thinking of the right band, the bass player in my band knows the bass player and he used to be in Rooster.
Geez, I'd forgotten all about them.
This just gets better. According to this, Ben Smyth is also in a soft-rock band:
i didnt think the clip was that bad but that biog is really embarrasing
What happens when you put Sheffield’s shredtastic answer to Eddie Van Halen, a frontman that oozes machismo and proletariat street cool in a way that makes Liam Gallagher look like a public school educated effeminate fanny in comparison and a rhythm section that’s tighter than your mother was when I took her virginity all those years ago? I’ll tell you what happens, it’s called Shot Dead and it’s even better than receiving fellatio from the beautifully pert lips and wet mouth of Angelina Jolie.
With their onstage nonchalant Nihilism and a steadfast sense of self- confidence so strong it’d be all too easy to dismiss these guys as aloof and aggressive, you may even fear that you’d “just get a slap” from them if you were brave enough to attend one of their frenetic live shows. Indeed, such apprehension wouldn’t be *completely* misplaced... they could knock seven shades of shit out of you if they felt so inclined. These kids don’t fuck about. However in spite of this unnerving fact they are the antithesis generally speaking; quintessential English gentlemen, you’d struggle to meet four more grounded, humble and affable young men. Take it from me; it’s a genuine pleasure spending time in their company.
I implore everyone who reads this to attend their gigs and see for yourselves how raw and incandescent they are live. There’s a distinct and natural synergy when they play that bands 20 plus years their senior can’t hold a candle to. Fuck the monotonous and insincere mediocrity of the likes of Glasvegas, the Courteeners and Kasabian. Shot Dead represent the zeitgeist of UK lad culture better than they ever could.
Jared O’Mara Know Your Onion Promotions/
'Despite the original being pulled, new versions of Lack Of Self Awareness have since reappeared online – you can scroll down and watch one below.'
but I'm worried that it's in fact some sort meta joke that has so many levels that no-one in the band remembers what the punch line is and I might end up getting 2.WOAH! egg all over my face.
Maybe they're the onion of the musical comedy world... I just can't tell who is po-faced any more...
It was pretty bad, though.
but they're just harmless nobs imo and the fact they've got everyone in a bit of a lather is quite amusing.
Ps - I'm easily amused.
unlike the NME journo. I'd call that being in a lather. And Pigfoot seems to have ruined his pants over it, judging from his comments up there.
But yeah, no one that matters is in a lather.
'tizz ' perhaps would have been better
i cant stop thinking about it.
intentionally shit? who knows. but shit, that for sure
this is worrying
how do you know when something is intentionally shit?
Remember when Hollywood routinely branded films 'black comedies' when in fact they were serious films that had been so badly made the test audience laughed?
But that's the problem with this sort of, "oh it's meant to be shit" stuff. I remember watching films in the 80s that were listed as 'black comedies' and generally thinking, "this is just shit" but they were bad so I don't remember them.
That kind of, "Hey it's ironic, dude" stuff is always bollocks, isn't it?
I am actually wracking my brains to remember specific examples. I am bad at remembering most bad movies I've seen, though.
Studio makes film, aims at target audience, fails to find target audience, pretends to be aimed elsewhere as a rebrand
you're just so hip, ray. so hip it hurts
Split into two words, it sounds like the old crone down the road who keeps screws in old jam jars in a shed rather than the sex panther moniker he was probably striving for.
"Hi I'm Tom T. Incredible"
"What does the T stand for?"
*massive safety wink ;)*
They'll probably try to claim it was only intended to be a 24 hour exclusive.
It's not that bad, funny or worthy of our time, is it?
In Camden, circa 1993/1994, just before the Brit-glam of Suede and 'The' Verve turned the corner into the Brit-pop of Blur and Oasis EVERY band spoke like this or often worse
Personally I don't think it's anywhere near as reprehensible as the old 'we don't really care about selling records, we're just making the music that we want to make/is close to our hearts/we believe in and if anyone else likes it then that's just a bonus' faux authenticity of a lot of what passes for revered sentiment among the bands who get kudos on this site
I really don't understand the fuss about this. Young band gets major label deal, makes a tit of themselves on a Channel 4 documentary. Surely that's a rite of passage ?
I still think the video is funny!
but the 'furore' surrounding it makes it less so
it's like Kula Shaker never happened
Hopefully it will serve as a warning to thick, self-absored wank bands. Unfortunately, it's more likely to spawn a fleet of bands making staged versions of this in an attempt to generate infamy.
it's just a lot of people taking the piss as best i can see.
did you not understand that I used the word 'furore' in quotation marks to indicate that I thought the response to this video clip had been blown out of proportion ?
it's about a record label censoring one of their artists for being a bit rubbish in an interview
like I said - storm in a teacup
step off DiS.
"What the hell can he come out with to make it any better"
then read that and was liek..
..and these guys were supporting. It was so cringeworthy, the singer was on his knees and beating his chest while a few middle-aged lesbians in pink stetsons looked on in confusion. We went to the bar.
I wonder who actually wrote this apology. Far too many one liners! Ray was probably lying in bed in his pants crying at the thought of his failed career whilst this his manager typed this up. Good luck convincing everyone that you're cool though, Raygun.