HEART ATTACKS ARE ALL THE RAGE

One of the more productive ways I spend my weekends is watching Rage on the Australia Channel until 3 in the morning in the hopes that I just might see something interesting.

Rage, if you don’t know, is an Australian music video program, and a misleadingly named one, since a lot of the music contains anything but rage. Ironically, not very much of it is Australian, either, unless you count Kylie. And when it is Australian, it’s usually Silverchair.

Anyway, I’ve become reasonably obsessed with one video that’s been in rotation for the last six weeks or so – “This Heart Attack” by a band called Faker. I’ve no idea if this is getting any airplay at all outside of Australia, but then that’s why Al Gore invented the MySpace and YouTubes for.

Behold.

I’m still trying to work out which 90s college radio band they’re stealing this from. And I won’t pretend that part of the appeal is NOT the ER tribe chicks in the video (as my passion for Japanese teenage girl gang subculture is well documented). Still, it’s catchy as all hell, and a deliciously savage break-up song.

One for the Valentine’s Day playlist folder, then.

You broke my heart in a million places,

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PRESET THE CONTROLS FOR THE HEART OF THE SUN

While we’re at it, here’s another video making the rounds on Rage that’s caught my attention: “My People” by an Australian synth duo called The Presets.

Musically there’s nothing new here, but the video is decidedly twisted and frankly mesmerizing – as dance music videos tend to be.

It’s videos like this that inspired the dance music video series I started on the old blog. I’d continue it, but I suspect I was the only fan of that series. But then that’s why it was called “Dancing With Myself”. Which I do all the time. Because while I may love the dance music, I can’t stand actual discos. Not the straight ones, anyway.

I was dancing in the lesbian bar,

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MONEY FOR NIPPLES, CHICKS FOR FREE

ITEM: I didn’t see last night’s Wrestlemania XIV, but those of you did might be able to confirm if the wrestlers still had nipples. Because they didn’t in the promo posters.



See? No nipples. Nipples is illegal in Florida, evidently. Or at least the mayor of Orlando thinks it is.

Only it turns out there’s no law against public man nipples in Orlando, but someone censored them anyway.

Think about this. Someone somewhere made an executive decision to remove the nipples from this poster, and presumably did so on the basis that leaving them in would result in people being embarrassed, offended and possibly arrested.

Maybe it’s not just the usual American nipplephobia (see: Janet Jackson, John Ashcroft, Desperate Housewives, breastfeeding, etc).

Maybe it’s a matter of national security. Or maybe it’s how the city justified gouging fans with a $5 “facility fee” on Wrestlemania tickets – which is five times the usual fee. “You want to see nipples on the wrestlers? That’ll cost ya extra.”

You’d think they’d throw in a Bra & Panties Match® for that kind of money.

FUN FACT: In Orlando, while it’s legal to show man nipples in public, it’s illegal to feed homeless people. So don't get any funny ideas.

Stop staring at my tits,

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