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Always yearned to body double for Barbara Streisand or Paul Holmes?  No, me neither.  But, if I did want to, then Sleeveface is where I would post the evidence. 

Put a record sleeve or CD case in front of your face, align your body with the person on the cover, get a mate to take a pic and then send it to Sleeveface.  Awes.

Check out some of the more inventive photo submissions below.  The best are planned for a Sleevefaces book.






Drums for QWERTY

This site is da bomb!   Type your name or any random sentence and rock that keyboard hard.

Song 2: Woo Hoo! It’s Friday

If this song doesn’t shout Friday, what does?

Talk about the only way is up, baby

This hit rocked my world way back when, until the day some guy from school (that I majorly fancied) walked in on me dancing to it, following my own choreography, complete with Yazz-loike leg kicks.  Shaaaame out.

This is DJ Chris Racine’s Almighty remix of Yazz’s The only way is up.

Possibly the real shame is that I then copied Yazz’s hair style for a few years.  Ahem.  Ok, ok, the big shame out truth is I intend to bring back the Yazz look one more time, at an 80s party tonight.  Oh yes.  The only way is up, right?

Everything P Money does is what I want want need need

How great is this tune by local production King, P Money

How brilliant is it, despite the radio freak schedulers shoving their playlist down our throats, when you love the song they decide to put on high rotation?  Overplayed is not over-rated.  Say morena to NZ’s song of le summer. 

In ten years time, you will hear this tune, remember how it was totally overplayed that summer, how it had that kooky cheap-looking video, but oh how it made you groove, all the way back in crazy 08-09, and then you shall smile and groove once more to the sleek beats of P Money and the vocals of Vince Harder.  Guaranteed.

The lyrics have already made it online, and the track is getting air and promotion from overseas DJs and producers.  Check out Zane Lowe’s remix.

Ink your Soul Canvas with True Love Tattoos

I’m always keeping my ear to the ground for new fads, and this one is a doozy from True Love Tattoos


True love tattoos offers you a brand new way to really express your love for that special someone.  Don’t ink your skin like everyone else, ink your heart. or as we refer to it, your soul-canvas. So, do you really love your partner as much as you say?

Here’s your chance to prove it.

Dr. Valentin Vikunjevski

Excited?  Are you ready to schedule a date, and have picked out your heart tattoo?

Well, big fat bummer.  It’s only a viral PR exercise by Swedish band, Vikunja, for the release of their song ‘Some People’.  The FAQ page evokes a chuckle.

Kraftwerk: Godfathers of Techno

I went to see Kraftwerk this week at A-land’s beautiful Town Hall.  Not being a major fan of the group from Dusseldorf, known as the pioneers of electronic music – as in, I don’t recall anything specific that they ever released – my expectations were medium to low, but my mind and ears were open.  (FYI – the ears bit is tres important when gig-going, thank me later.)

Like any right minded soul does these days, I asked Uncy Google for some pre-gig lovin’ – I wanted to make sure I could drop a few totally irrelevant, but completely correct facts about the funkmeisters to my musically-trendii companions, but instead, I came across this amusing clip. 

British comedian Bill Bailey created a tribute band, Augenblick, who rather amusingly performs ‘Das Hokey Kokey’.

It’s always interesting to read the reviews from our mainstream news folk after attending the actual gig, especially when they are distinctly mixed.  Who to believe?  Stuff didn’t really care for it, considering the break to be the highlight.  NZ Herald says it was “all killer, no filler”.  Lucky I was there for myself, or it would all be so tricky.

Here is mostly what went through Lita’s head before, during and after the Kraftwerk gig on Wednesday:

  • If My Ride mentions “German efficiency” or “timely precision” and checks his watch one more time, I’m gonna demand I be dropped off here.
  • Jeez, Aotea Square looks weird without those dated sculptures and fountains.  And what have they done with all the homeless? 
  • What a varied bunch of gig-goers; punks, geeks, goths, rockers, suits, grandpas, teenagers, robots, Germans, librarians, moustaches, nzlebs (some model from some reality show), bike riders, grandmas, strange-hat-lovers.
  • Much debate amongst companions about the age of attendees and whether the gig was purposefully held during daylight hours (due to start promptly at 8pm – German precision failed on this occasion, and it kicked off nearly 30 minutes later) to allow us old folk an early night.
  • How entirely quaint is the olde worlde bell hung and rung from the top level of the foyer by the enthusiastic events staffer?  I correctly guessed she grew up on a farm. Outside Hamilton.  High five Lita.
  • Seriously cool and cheery crowd, with an average age of 43*.
  • Ok, hang on a sec, give me a sheet, a few reading lamps and time to create a cool PowerPoint presentation, I’m almost there.  I could play a Kraftwerk CD in the background, con 3 friends into standing equal distances apart from me, and I swear, you wouldn’t know the diff.
  • Oh, they aren’t going to just show shadows behind a sheet for the whole night, phew. I may try and stop rolling eyes at My Ride over the $90 ticket charge. Nein.
  • The crowd is lapping these guys up. Ja.
  • Kraftwerk are obsessed with moving vehicles, computers and machinery.  Totally obsessed.  Like, should-see-a-psychiatrist obsessed. Ja.
  • Oo, the one on the left just moved. I swear, I just saw him move, his leg kinda flicked out for 1/53258th of a second.  High action, my neck is sore from trying to peer over tall old people to watch four men attempt to not move.
  • Is that Michael Laws 2nd from the right?  WTF is the Mayor of Wanganui doing moonlighting in a German electronica band?  Not much.  Emailing?  Jeesh, now I can’t stop craning my poor neck to triple check that really is Laws.  It’s blimmin Michael Laws, I kid you not.


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