Spawn of Cyrus

We already know the link between these individuals; Destiny Hope (aka Miley) and Billy Ray Cyrus (Achy Breaky Heart Era) but there is YET ANOTHER CYRUS ON THE SCENE!

This ladies and gentlemen, is Trace Cyrus; singer and musician of Metro Station.

The band name might not mean anything to you but their song 'Shake It' is getting some MASSIVE airtime at the moment.

It is catchy, and before I knew he was a Cyrus I enjoyed it singing the words 'Shake, Shake, Shake, 'Shake, Shake, Shake It' merrily.
But then I was told he was one of them and I just can't get into the song now!
My only concession in enjoyment, is the fact he's not of Billy Ray's loins but was adopted and he and Destiny Hope/Miley share a mother.

It's almost as bad as 'Living Lohan' on the E! channel, basically the Lohan family 'reality' show cashing in on Lindsay's fame - Dina the mother included. Sad.

Hehe found this when searching for asinine Miley pictures.

So it's true she is the Devil

We Salute you our half inflated dark lord! So one of these is a cartoon and one is just plain loony tunes.
The thought of Celine Dion singing AC/DC 'You Shook Me All Night Long' is enough to keep me awake at night.
The song has been covered by numerous people, Kid Rock, Big & Rich, Kelly Clarkson and interestingly enough Shania Twain who's husband produced the song with AC/DC in 1980, but defiantly the most horrifying for me is this incarnation, recorded initally for a VH1 Diva's special with Anastasia (she sort of rocked it) and she now apprently she does it occasionally on stage .

Gimme a head of hair!

Long beautiful hair... err um, well short actually.

My cousin just got a FAB little Aeon Flux type cut, very edgy and suits her totally, which has re-inspired me to go for the lop - opposed to my other option, which was to get extensions, drastic I know but I am reaching the end of my style tether.

So having reignited my hair search, I bought on of those disgustingly HUGE priced hair magazine and am hoping I have had a mini-revolution.

As previously discussed, I am one cursed with a vile cow's lick. HATE HATE HATE.

My hair dresser usually knows me as fairly fearless in the hair front, my motto being 'It's just hair' but amusingly enough I am looking at styles I would never have considered automatically vetoing due to fringe aspect.

I'm looking at a morph of these two styles, The Keira Knightly cut will keep enough length and weight on the stupid cow's lick to keep it from being an issue, while also hiding a bit of forehead and the back of the second cut has a miriad of options for cute choppy hair.

Getting quite excited about the thought of maybe being able to have a funky little quiff at the front! OHH maybe anyway!

Life as a CD reviewer;

Panic At The Disco - Pretty.Odd.

I was excited and intrepid when I pushed play on Panic at the Disco's new album. While I enjoyed PATD's first CD A fever you can't sweat out, I was afraid that perhaps that was it for them, and they could not evolve thier sound.
Recorded in Las Vegas, and mixed at Abbey Road Studios, it seems PATD have been digging around in thier parents records for this almost folky punk laced with electro-emo-pop.

From the beginning I feel, for my money, this album is better than thier debut.
Amusing intro song, Oh, how it's been so long
We're so sorry we've been gone
We were busy writing songs for you
The new single Nine in the Afternoon still hearkens on thier old sound to pull the fans in.
I Have Friends In Holy Spaces is a like introducing a ukulele to Christina Aguleria's Back to Basics album, while Northern Downpour, Behind the Sea and From a Mountain in the Middle show off some neat lyrical twists.
Pas De Cheval is hilariously my favourite, like a spaghetti western set to music!
The album has a sentimental feel to it, the melodies feel like a soundtrack pulling the songs through cheesy westerns, Chicago style gin joints, going off to court with Maid Marion and the gentility and into the Yellow Submarine for some flower power.

PATD have continued thier penchant for irritatingly long song names, I wasn't keen on it to begin with but its return does not please me.
Guess I can't like everything!

Its like Chicago meets Flower Child, watched over by Beatles of the past.

Track Listing:
1. We're So Starving
2. Nine In The Afternoon
3. She's A Handsome Woman
4. Do You Know What I'm Seeing?
5. That Green Gentleman [Things Have Changed]
6. I Have Friends In Holy Spaces
7. Northern Downpour
8. When The Day Met The Night
9. Pas De Cheval
10. The Piano Knows Something I Don't Know
11. Behind The Sea
12. Folkin' Around
13. She Had The World
14. From A Mountain In The Middle Of The Cabins
15. Mad As Rabbits

Life as a Ticket Purchaser

All of my most significantly memorable moments involving the arts (for want of a better word) have been tainted by the evil soul-sucking sess-pool which is the ticket vendor.
On several occasions I have had prime seats cruelly snatched from my grasp owing to time-outs, server-downages and overflow.

I have watched as tickets for the Idiot Zone for Greenday disappeared and I was relegated to the back with the peasents, I screeched and howled like a banchee (whilst at work) as TICKETEK timed out when processing my Red Hot Chili Peppers tickets for the Chili Bowl and when I finally logged back on I got a ticket in the tier closest to being up God's nostril and cursed them again as they sold me a ticket to the West Tigers Premiership then reniged due to overselling.

Now again as my faveourite Sweet Transvestite is performed by the supurb and sensual iOTA I have been tortured by Ticketmaster as I was about to purchase tickets in row BB for Rocky Horror Show when it all goes horribly wrong and I am left typing in a zillion word verifactions (protection against unfair use of automated programs my ASS) with the crushing feeling that row J is the best I can find, I am just about to give up WHEN HOPE SPRINGS ETERNAL AND THERE THEY ARE!!! Row BB!!

Purchase = Joy

Life as a Fan

EVERYBODY, BACKSTREET'S BACK ALRIGHT!!

*SIGH* As the (now) four boys pelted out thier cheesy yet classic hits from the soundtrack of my youth I screamed like a giddy school girl, while they DANCED around the stage - who knew choreographed moves were still in?

The faces were still familiar, Howie Dorough belted out his latest solo effort a salsa-esque nod to his heritage, looking the best out of all four Brian Littrell peddled his earnest country song about the brevity of life, a slightly plump Nick Carter still trying to hold onto the last screeds of boyhood played his drums and guitar like a rockstar and A.J McClean aka Johnny No Name (I'm being serious here) looking like a badly groomed poor man's Dave Navarro hip pumped his way through his single Driveby.

I hate it when bands you've been listening to for 10years do nothing but play the new album, but BSB played a nice little mix of hits of old and even did the dance from the Everybody film clip sans the funky costumes :(

I couldn't help having hysterics everytime they played out some contrived choreographed dance routine, these are men in thier 30's (except Nick who's 28) surely they should be allowed to keep the last shreds of dignity and not dance around like fools... but this brings forward another problem, the fact that they play none of thier own music and therefore would be standing around like tools so in lieu of standing around like tools they danced around like tools.

But for all my pessemistic critisusm, I still had a blast when they played the old school pop power ballads. They never had any embarrassing Ashley Simpson lip syncing problems (owing to the fact that they actually sing), and still manage to harmonise possibly with a deeper resonance than before so they don't need to rely on the barrotone element that Kevin (who left to have a family after his father passed away) used to provide.

All in all a top gig, even if a little girly nerdy and proves to me that even though my music tastes have changed I can still appreciate glimpsing backward.

ps; I did post the video for Everybody here but something went wrong and it was not letting my comments be viewed... weird.