>Here at A New Band A Day, we like to think that we’re cocky and hard, a bit like Robert DeNiro in Mean Streets, whereas actually we’re the wussy streaks of Indie piss that you’d have imagined. To counter this innate sense of wimpish patheticness, we all stayed up until well past our bedtimes to watch the Calzaghe vs Jones Jnr fight over the weekend.
The idea of being a boxer is quite attractive in some ways – who wouldn’t like to be a mass of muscle, quick reactions and bloody cuts? Plus, soaking up all that female adulation kind of compensates for all those brain cells that get squished every time you step into the ring.
As much as I’d like to see Tom Chaplin from Keane – the most terrifyingly middle class band alive – plonked into a sparring session with Joe Calzaghe, I know it’s not going to happen. Rock stars are wusses. That’s why they’re rock stars in the first place, see – being a rock star is the wimp’s alternative to being a boxer. You get a chance to grab all the attention, women and admiration, but without the hours of blood, sweat and tears.
And talking of wanting attention, welcome Genio and Ginesio, who say that making music is their third love, after sex and football. This seems a fairly reasonable ranking in the grand scheme of things. Their remix of Articolo 31‘s Voglio Una Lurida is frighteningly jolly. Listening to it is like being attacked with marshmallows, aggressive in its mission to cheer you up. The song itself will leech imperceptibly into your brain and then burrow its way so far in you’ll be whistling its weird regga/gabba (reggabba?) refrain all day long.
Genio and Ginesio‘s trick is to take a great song and flip its constituent components around. This sounds like a simple game to play, but is fraught with hazards – the most troublesome being the danger that the resulting new song will be worse than the original. They dodge this successfully – and turn the Beastie Boys‘ So What’cha Want into a big, rumbling and humming electro crusierweight of a song, light enough to move and heavy enough to hurt.
If being a musician makes you a boxer by proxy – a proxy boxer, if you will – then it must make us listeners the equivalent of Jack Nicholson cosying up to some fashion models in the ringside seats. That makes me happy. Grab a supermodel, a cigar and listen to Genio and Ginesio here!