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The Gossip - “Standing in the way of Control”
November 25th, 2006 · 3 Comments
Gossip is young + full of blood. We have existed for 5 years. We are a punk band consisting of 3. We are interested in art, change, the underground, dancing, fashion, punk history, crime and movements. We will nvr die. We are artists, poets, cooks, writers, feminists, designers, musicians & djs. This is life dedication to action, passion & drive.
What’s not to like? After a long, long time of near-ideological obsession with authenticity and straightforwardness, the music scene has shown encouraging signs of flamboyance and theatre over the last couple of years. The Gossip have the heart of true soul music, with some of the wild visual flair of the 80’s (including - yes - Leigh Bowery, who I will stop going on about now). The statement above veers dangerously close to pretension, but its sheer, gormless, youthful enthusiasm sees it through. “We will nvr die” is probably as good a rallying cry for generation myspace as any.
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Bowery again
November 4th, 2006 · No Comments Yet
Leigh Bowery is chasing me. Not content with haunting my childhood, he’s following me around in my twenties as well.
A couple of days ago I went to see the Michael Clark Company’s mmm…. at the Barbican. Michael Clark is endlessly referred to as a “former enfant terrible of dance,” because his shows in the 1980’s used to have overtones of sex, and frequently nudity. And I was aware that Leigh designed many costumes for Clark in the 80’s, and even appeared on stage in a couple of shows. [Read more →]
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Leigh Bowery
October 9th, 2006 · 2 Comments

I’ve always been disappointed by clubbing. Now, I’m not instinctively a club person - I mostly like music with guitars in, I prefer beer to class A’s, and I start to flag at about three on the usual night out. The club world swam into my consciousness in around 1994, via my brother’s obsession with jungle; but no sooner had I become aware of this strange world, than Britpop broke and carried me along with it. Life became a blur of collarless shirts, sideburns and Sovereigns, middle-class parents suddenly bemused by their violin-playing darlings’ newfound interest in pool and darts. [Read more →]
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