Showing posts with label Holy Fuck. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Holy Fuck. Show all posts

Friday, December 10, 2010

Newsflash!: A Place To Bury Strangers Robbed In Rome!

Y'all, this makes me really sad. Sure, I love A Place To Bury Strangers to bits and pieces and think they're one of the best live bands on the face of the Earth, but any which way you slice it this just sucks, regardless of who the victim is. Here's the official word on what happened to APTBS and their stuff in Roma.

"A Place To Bury Strangers were midway through a three week long, 18 show tour across Europe when on Friday 12/3 their van, a Mercedes Sprinter Splitter van with British plates R965HSG, was stolen in Rome, Italy outside the BlackoutClub from the venue’s parking lot.

The band’s gear was safe in the venue, but 1000 Euros in merchandise money, plus a lot of merchandise, all of their suitcases and clothes, bassist Dion Lunadon’s New Zealand Passport & Green Card, the band’s Macbook Pro laptop and numerous personal items and various other gear were in the van at the time of the theft.

The items stolen from the van were worth over $15K, not including the excess van rental charges, plane fare, Passport fees, cancelled shows, etc. They have set up a
paypal link for donations. Any donation, no matter how small, will be of great help. Their friends/former tour-mates in Holy Fuck were kind enough to donate a download of the APTBS remix of their track “Red Lights”to thank fans who donate. Each person who donates will be e-mailed a link to download the remix. You may donate here.

A list of stolen items can be found here, please contact Manager
Steven Matrick if you have any information that could be of help recovering any of the band’s items. Thank you in advance. The band will be finishing out the remaining dates of the tour and all dates can be found here."


I mean...their clothes?! What is this world coming to? If you can help, please do.


mp3: Suffragette City (David Bowie cover) (A Place To Bury Strangers from We Were So Turned On: A Tribute to David Bowie)



Wednesday, May 7, 2008

The Untitled Interview #4 – Coachella Edition: Starring Graham Walsh (Holy Fuck)

Holy Fuck: not only a band with a delightful name to say, but a band with a fiery electrotrainwreck of a sound that’ll get your body rockin’ and blood flowing in no time flat. I can say that with authority, you know, having had the pleasure of seeing them live a few times. Seriously, just try to listen to their LP and not dance. Impossible. As luck would have it, the devilishly smooth Canadian noise-art-rock collective happened to be at Coachella, taking the stage after some actor dude named Sean Penn. I’m sure they were entirely more danceable. Read on to see what Mister Graham Walsh had to say about his expectations for Coachella 2008.

Les Enfants Terribles: How are you getting to Coachella: plane, train, or automobile?
Graham Walsh: We're flying there. Our European tour ends a couple days before Coachella, so we have to fly. Otherwise, we might have driven.

LET: Inevitably, you will forget to pack:
GW: My bathing suit...actually, I might remember it now because you asked me that question. Usually, I'm always forgetting my bathing suit.

LET: Band you're most looking forward to seeing at the festival?
GW: Dwight Yoakam or Kraftwerk. Seriously, I'm not being sarcastic. I hear Dwight is amazing live!

LET: To camp or not to camp?
GW: It's always fun to camp at a music festival... unless it rains. I think this time we'll get a hotel room, though!

LET: What was the first festival you ever attended, either as a musician or member of the general public?
GW: The first music festival I attended was Lollapalooza 1993 in Barrie, Ontario. We missed all the headlining acts because I was there with my friend who's mom made us come home for supper!

LET: The California desert in late April: friend or foe?
GW: We live in Toronto, Canada. I think that most types of weather associated with the state of California would have to be my friend.

LET: Favorite thing about festivals?
GW: Seeing bands you normally wouldn't see.