Metric are on the cover of AUX magazine’s first issue
The folks at AUX have launched a fancy new iPad magazine that you can cop by clicking through to the iTunes store here.
There’s all kinds of quality stuff in there, including a pretty in-depth story by Sarah about bands who’ve been affected by David Lynch‘s mind-melting ’90s television series, Twin Peaks.
Bands like Cults and Silent Drape Runners give their take on where to find a great cup of coffee.
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You can take the girl out of the Star Trek conventions, but you can’t take the Trekkie out of the girl. There’s really no other reason that Sarah started talking to Hanson about Star Trek and Star Wars when they were in town to promote their new album, Shout It Out.
In honour of May The Fourth, she shared their conversation with AOL Music Blog. You can check it out here.
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Jon Snow
Game Of Thrones season two debuts tonight and for anyone who likes swords, knights, fighting, dragons and incest it’s pretty much going to be the best night ever.
There are a lot of people who are totally into GOT and this is clearly evident by all the weird and wonderful video tributes to the show/books that can be found on the internet.
As such, Aaron compiled a bunch of the best music related ones for Spinner and the resulting article “Game Of Thrones: 14 Bizarre And Amazing Musical Tributes” is just the sort of thing Tyrion Lannister would pay a couple gold dragons for.
To read the article, click here.
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Mike O'Neill
Mike O’Neill, formerly (and occasionally still) one-half of The Inbreds, has a new solo album out called Wild Lines.
It’s great, but one of the most fascinating things about the record to Aaron had nothing to do with its songs, it was about the album cover.
O’Neill is photographed with a cat on his shoulder. Being cat fans, we got to the bottom of this shoulder cat situation. It turns out said shoulder cat is named Fruitjack and is owned by Mike Clattenburg, the creator of Trailer Park Boys.
You can read the whole story over at AUX TV by clicking here.
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As a teenager, I was completely consumed by the equally twisted and touching love story between inmates Tobias Beecher and Chris Keller on HBO’s groundbreaking prison drama, Oz. Romeo and Juliet were just stupid teenagers. Antony and Cleopatra, comparatively, lacked drama and sacrifice. Lancelot and Guinevere weren’t nearly star-crossed enough.
But Beecher and Keller? They had everything. Love, jealousy, passion, agony, angst, beauty, terror, and arm bars. They were complex and almost as perfect for each other as they were toxic for each other.
Since the end of Oz in 2003, there’s been something missing in my life. As Augustus Hill, the de facto narrator of the show once said, “The worst stab wound is the one to the heart. Sure, most people survive it, but the heart is never quite the same.” I survived the end of the show and the end of Beecher and Keller’s story, but my heart has never been the same. There’s been an emptiness there that no other pairing can fill.
At least, there was an emptiness until my friend and slash-pusher, S, convinced me to watch Sherlock. Now, many people have been trying to get me to watch the BBC’s modern day take on Sir Arthur Conan Doyle’s iconic character since the show debuted in the summer of 2010, and I had every intention of getting around to it eventually. But everyone else who was telling me to watch it was using words like “clever,” “brilliant,” and “fun.” S said used a word that magically transformed Sherlock from potential future viewing to immediate, must-see TV: homoerotic.
That was all it took. Within the next week and change, I had watched all six of the show’s 90 minute episodes. It’s every bit as wonderful and brilliantly written and expertly acted as everyone told me. And yeah, Benedict Cumberbatch (who is, in fact, a real human being and not one of Salad Finger’s puppets) is as oddly dreamy as Sherlock some suggested. But, most importantly to my stunted and scarred heart, it offered a story that could potentially fill my void.
Dr. Watson and Sherlock just might be the new Beecher and Keller. Don’t believe me? I have assembled the following proof with my Sherlockian pop culture skills:
It all starts with a tortured blond man who has been through a traumatic experience.
Dr. John Watson served in Afghanistan.
Beecher was Schillinger's prag.
Their trauma has left them visibly altered.
Watson has a psychosomatic limp.
Beecher has a swastika tattooed on his ass.
Then a tall, dark sociopath walks into their lives.
Sherlock Holmes, the dreamy and brilliant crime solver.
Chris Keller, dreamy and cunning crime-causer.
The troubled blonds start to overcome their issues.
Watson loses his limp and runs around with Sherlock.
Beecher shits on Schillinger's face.
The blonds and sociopaths fall in love.
According to subtext and fandom, at least.
According to cannon. And a healthy fandom that continues to this day. Not that I'd know anything about that.
The tall, dark sociopaths engage in varying degrees of nakedness.
On the BBC, fangirls got to see Benedict Cumberbatch in a sheet.
Meanwhile on HBO, Meloni's wang got so much screentime that it deserved separate billing.
In times of trouble, the pairs find themselves on different sides iron bars.
While they were handcuffed together!
Well, sometimes you don't need handcuffs.
And, finally… (SPOILER ALERT for Oz season six and The Reichenbach Fall) Continue reading
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