Monday, October 1, 2007

So long, farewell, Auf Weidersehen, goodbye, I leave and heave a sigh and say goodbye. Goodbye!

This will be my last post on gimcrack for quite a while (possibly ever!). Wait! Put down that razor blade! It's not the end of the world. You'll be left in the more than capable hands of SB, though who knows how long that will last, he's been head-hunted like craxy over the last few weeks, every publication worth its salt wants a piece of him, from Swimming Monthly to Badger Fanciers UK, I even heard a rumour that he's in talks with the Indo to replace Barry Egan.

So what earth-shattering subject should I ruminate on in my final duh-piece? Maybe Radioheads shock decision to release their new album in 9 days time, letting the fans decide what they want to pay for it. Nah!

How about the fact that Kanye West is giving a shout-out to Bat for Lashes on his blog? Nope.

How about Animal Collective luring children into some sort of cultish backwards noise freakout! Hardly news.

So I decide on tearing apart some band I'd never heard of until today, The Wombats and their oh-so-fucking-ear-rapingly-terrible song 'Lets Dance to Joy Division' but whats the point when my good buddy Pantone247 has put it so eloquently elsewhere:

''not only is it a total piece of shit, pissing all over the grave of Ian Curtis while sounding like a shitter McFly sans a tune... but it's obviously been timed to coincide with the release of Control... oh dear... a special place in marketing opportunity driven fake indie shitbag hell awaits you you retarded shitty simpering fuckbags''

So whats left for me to say? I've had a great time spewing random bullshit onto these webpages and I want to give much love and thanks to the literally dozens of readers we've had over the last couple of months. I'll drop in from time to time over the coming months but don't expect me to post anything as I'm taking up Heroin for the winter and am planning on hitting it super hard so the keyboard on my laptop won't work, what with all the junk-drool and AIDs scabs that'll fall on anything I go near.

Peace, Hugs and Love from yr VBF forever,
RV.

Wait! Thats not good enough is it? I want to go out with a bang, some sort of life affirming ultrasupermega positive message of hope and joy that you can take into yr hearts and be penetrated by it's ever golden spirit! I know, how bout a clip of The Boss, live, in East Berlin, in 1988, playing in front of over a million people with funny haircuts and a long repressed desire to 'rock out'? Yeah, that oughta do it.
If yr not blabbering sweet tears of joy by the end of this you have no soul!

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