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Of Wolfy and Grace Kelly

Since I know how well double-hits, second doses, and the good ol’ fashioned rock-block (I’m sure a radio station in a city, which is every radio station in every city, has a “Led Zep get the Led out” programming double-tap) go over with you kids, here’s another, newer bit of Patrick Wolf, since, as Res friend Jill Dehumidifier put it, “that stuff was…kinda dark”. As such, here’s a little something to glitter up your strut, and to take a little chewychomp nibble into Hacks’ regular-like-FiberPlus Friday Remix Shits n Wiggles:

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Mika: Love Today (Patrick Wolf remix)

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If Lycanthropy, Patrick’s first album and the record from which the songs yesterday came from, can be summed up in one sentence, it’s “run run run from the childcatcher who will catch you and chop your penis off in your own shit”. This, obviously, is much newer than that-in fact, it’s the most recent output from Camp(or is it campy?) Wolfy. A re-take on Mika’s “Love Today”, this makes the original song’s vamping and posturing a bit more dance floor friendly, with Patrick taking over a bit of the laptop controls. I really do intend on posting more from Mika (whose “Grace Kelly” is one of the best, most obnoxious things I’ve heard this year), but I’m trying to prep myself for the inevitable Mika vs Scissor Sisters war that’ll result when I do (Mika fucking wins, in my book).

Once again-if you’re headed out to spend the night with Wolfy, say “hello, Resonator”, and if we find you we**’ll buy you a drink. And we’re hopping on the phone with Wolfy here in a couple of hours for the exclusive Resonator Mag interview-don’t worry, we won’t tell him his earlier stuff scares you.

***we=Trixie.





(Don’t tell)Mama, we just gotta swing.

I’ve been pondering attending the recently-announced upcoming Atlanta My Chem/Muse “The ZOMFGBLACKPARADEBIGOLGUITARSANDPROGROCKWHOOO” tour…and how could one resist? Slashing, swirling guitar and operatic, over-the-top theatrics…and the potential for plastic, inflatable vampire bats? Muse’s new-found obnoxious desire to be STYXRUSH? The on-stage set-pieces and setup, which promise to “bring The Black Parade to life” (so, uh…giant, life-size cutouts of Freddie Mercury and Andrew Lloyd Webber?)

As such, something came to mind this morning when I saw pictures of My Chemical Romance at Nassau Coliseum:

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Throw in a little bit of Eddie Izzard, and you’ve enough to make the Hot Topic kids cry into their lipstick-rimmed Cinn-a-bon Smoothies.

“Release the bats”? Naw, naw-release the YUM!

Or…release the JAZZ HANDS:

My Chemical Romance ft Liza Minnelli: Mama

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The Black Parade is, really and truly, a fantastic record, and one of the best things to be released in 2006-it’s big, epic, and so over-the-top emotional that it borders on obscene Meat Loaf scene stealing-exactly what the hyperserious GothMoRock scene needs (besides, we can’t all be Bright Eyes). I’ve said that before. I also jumped on the first single as being My Chem’s first tap-shoe into the ring of a big-ass theatrical production (coo this in a Bjork voice: it’s a muuuussiiiicaaaal), and “Mama”, featuring Liza “Lucille 2″ , cements that-the jaunty, rollicking circus-metal of the song becomes a ghostly curtain-call of a power ballad towards the end.

This is the sound of My Chem now-less concerned with saving your life than giving their regards to Broadway and being remembered to Herald Square. Hopefully, the surprisingly well-received nouveau-song-and-dance act means it’s only a matter of time until Gerard and co. come to their senses and do what they obviously long to do, and soundtrack a full-on stage spectacular. The drama kids will never hurt you, after all.

Craft a gaudy, flashy name for the My Chemical Romance JazzTap Review Extravaganza, and leave it in the comments. Best one wins a promo cd from some label we probably don’t listen to ever.