Oy vey, another year out. Our blogín is not quite yet one year old, but as we say often, in the manner of over-indulgent aunties, we love every single one of you. And when we mean you, we mean those who continually type the following search terms into Google.

Olsen Twins: 78
Sugababes: 19
Mia: 17
M.I.A.: 16
mia: 13
Right Said Fred: 6
mia pics: 4
pin up swimsuit: 2
pashmina: 2
nike high top blazers: 2

We hope you party hardy this evening, or, if you’d rather, watch Jools Holland. As long as you’re happy, we’re happy.

Ailbhe and Katie-Lilga.


carnival of the animals

December 30, 2008

Christmas has been very good to me. In fact, I’m beginning to think that Christmas doesn’t have a bad bone in it’s body. Aside from receiving a very deep cut from my new pen knife (I didn’t want it taken away from my irresponsible little hands so soon so I was the bravest I’ve ever been in a situation where blood was pumping out of my thumb) I got through it largely unscathed with many more possessions than I had had previously. Among the presents I received was a copy of F. Scott Fitzgerald’s ‘The Curious Case of Benjamin Button and Six Other Stories’. Given my unconditional love for F. Scott Fitzgerald, it’s strange that this story took a while for me to get into. Normally his stories leave me pining away for a life in another place and time, one that seems passionate, beautiful, romantic and tragic. What I wouldn’t do to dance like Marjorie, to converse with Daisy, Jordan, Bernice, and the Jelly Bean and fall madly in and out of love with a character like Gatsby. I didn’t have the same feelings at first for poor, strange Benjamin Button, a boy born with a distinctly backwards biological clock. Given the fact that I’ve just revealed a very shallow side of myself, you wont be surprised to learn that I’m almost certain my opinion of Benjamin will change as soon as the forthcoming film comes out in Ireland…because he’s played by Brad Pretty Pitt. Nice. The trailer goes like so….

Anyone know when it’s out here?

It is ratherveryinfactmightily cold these wintery days. And as I sit in work with FM 104 blaring Snow Patrol behind me, there is nothing that I want to do more than be on a sunnysunshinegoodtime island with some quality music and beautiful people. Thank you, then, Bodytonic and Night Flight, for putting Airbound Croatia into my pudgy little fingers.

Night Flight is one of the better regular club nights in Dublin, and when combined with The Lovely Bodytonic Crew, it all promises to be some kind of special. Here’s the pitch:
The Festival itself takes place in the small Croatian coastal resort of Petrcane, with open-air stages on the beach, a nightclub called Barbarellas and pirate ship, The Argonaut.

Musically it will something for everyone, keeping it downtempo by day at the bar with a mix of yacht rock, warped electronica, folk and disco then its to the outside terrace for dubstep, hip hop and live bands, before the club kicks off with late night house and techno.

At the moment, tickets only cost 39e and are available from here.

For more information send an electronic mail to, and if you’d like to pitch an act to play, go here.

I’m proper going. For reals.

little drummer boys and girls

December 24, 2008


Such a variety of lovely people entirely intoxicated with the insane TAC spirit.

Click on one of these images to view the entire gallery…






I’ll put a few of these better quality ones on my flickr also.

I’ve already had a hefty Christmas feast and let me tell you, you’re all in for a right treat tomorrow. Yes Christmas dinner is still tasting as good as ever.

Merry Christmas!



On Friday I was transformed into a modern day Cinderella of the animal world…Ok, gosh, eh what on Earth kind of sentence is that. I’m rusty. Anyway, what I’m trying to say is that I found myself on Grafton Street at 4 p.m. after a messy 24 hours in tiger costume. My face paint was smudged across my face (and transferred onto friend’s couch), fake eyelashes half-off, flapping dangerously around my precious eyeballs, sequins falling about my feet and my snuggly furry collar smelling suspiciously like strawberry cider. Yes friends, it’s not only Cinderella that should really be advised to vanish before her outfit transforms into rags and her carriage regains it’s pumpkin form (okay, the pumpkin bit is just her.) My very long-winded point is that both Cinderella and I would agree that we very much enjoy being dressed up prior to the disaster of, I dunno, losing a glass slipper or slicing your eye open with a fake eyelash. If you feel the same way then it is highly essential that you claim your spot at TAC this Tuesday 23rd, the eve of Christmas Eve. Lovely. The theme is toybox so do dress up if you like that kind of thing. Robotnik will be playing live. Toy Disco and Tongue and Cheek DJs will also be there to entertain you. Visit me at the photo booth where there will be a real live toybox full of pound shop goodies to play with. Please come, I’d love to have a dance with you.


An Indiecater Christmas

December 8, 2008


1. The Cloud Room – Melody, Like Snow
2. Nina Hynes – Twinkle
3. Kill Krinkle Club – Songs Of Noel
4. Bill Baird – Christmas In Jail
5. Idaho – Santa Claus Is Weird
6. Venice Is Sinking – The Grey Line
7. Normandy – Merry Christmas, Blogosphere!
8. The Very Most – This Year, Christmas Came November 4th
9. Remington Super 60 – Here Comes Christmas
10. Jape & David Kitt – I Will Cry This Christmas
11. The Specimen – Wish It Would Snow
12. Nonstop Everything – There Is No Santa, Little Boy
13. My Teenage Stride – Is It Christmastime Already?
14. Dora Flood – Coastal Winter
15. Loxsly – Santa Got The Spins
16. Track A Tiger – Once In The Wine
17. The Winks – Action Figures

There are rules to writing a Christmas song. Firstly, it’s best if you use some form of bells in the accompaniment. Sleigh bells, preferably. Jape and David Kitt, Kill Krinkle Klub and Normandy all oblige nicely. Secondly, perhaps one should reference a Christmas carol if at all possible. Loxsly’s ‘Santa Got The Spins’ resurrects a morose ‘Jingle Bell Rock’ to soundtrack a tale of Santa gone A.W.O.L. and Idaho’s equally bleak ‘Santa Claus is Weird’ ends upon the drum riff from ‘Little Drummer Boy’. Thirdly, never be ambivalent about one’s feelings towards Christmas. Happy or sad are the choices available. A lonely hipster on Christmas Eve (‘Merry Christmas, Blogosphere!) nestles under the Christmas tree beside Jape and David Kitt, who both promise that they too ‘will cry this Christmas’, while, on the other end of the spectrum, My Teenage Stride and Remington Super 60 both celebrate the season of giving, mince pies, and tangled outdoor lights.

However, sometimes songs refuse to follow the ground-rules. ‘Action Figures’ by The Winks is one of the strongest tracks on the record. Child-like vocals whisper excitedly about presents being hidden under the stairs, while a low man’s voice intones ‘I hurt myself making your gift/ Needed three stitches across my ribs’. B.S.S. strings and reverb fade into an answerphone message, melting into a kaleidoscope of sound and wonder. It’s the musical equivalent of lights for a Christmas tree that flash on, and off, and then, suddenly, keep flashing on for fifteen minutes straight. Magical.

The record costs €6.50 and is available from the Indiecater Website, but, if you’d like to whet your appetite, you can download Nina Hynes’s track ‘Twinkle’ for frees here.


Are you stuck for somethingverynice to do this evening? Would you like to buy some food that is either vegan, or cake? Would you like to listen to some earmusic? Would you like to donate to the Simon Community?

If you haven’t figured it out yet, I’m not asking questions just for the sake of rhetorical effect, I’m building up to something. Our lovely friends from the Joy Gallery at Redspace are hosting a Christmas event. They promise ‘stalls from Cake Cafe, Blazing Salads, art, records, clothes from 4pm until around 7pm/8pm along with some films and music; followed by bands (Cap Pas Cap/ Skinny Wolves), DJ’s, and more films. Bring your own booze! it will run late; and there will be some surprises, secret guests and a raffle with original photography donated by Brian Cross (B+) and CANDY Collective.’

How wonderful, how wonderful.

Police and Thieves

December 4, 2008


We don’t generally whinge a lot, Katie-Lilga and me. We tend to make the best of things. Except, this time, something needs to be said.

Over the past few months, we’ve heard a lot of complaints about bullying by the security staff at the POD complex. (And, in fact, in other Dublin venues). It wasn’t until last night that we experienced it ourselves.

Let’s put things in context. We were a group of 5 girls. The youngest of us was 21, the eldest was 23. The 23 year old didn’t have ID. Fair enough, she’s 23. None of us were drunk. None of us were rowdy. It was a very wet, very cold night.

We’ve been going to Antics since it began 4 years ago. We knew the old bouncers. These guys were new. We lined up at the door, calmly and quietly. The 23 year old was told that without ID, she wouldn’t get in. Here’s where things went wrong. While it’s a perfectly acceptable policy not to allow those without ID to enter, it’s not acceptable to bully and shout at someone when they point out that they are 23, and have been coming to the club for 4 years. It’s not acceptable to tell them that they have ‘fuck all life experience and don’t know a fucking thing about the world’. One of our friends stood up for the 23 year old, saying ‘I don’t think you can talk to her that way’. She was promptly hoisted out of the club, and told that she wasn’t allowed back in. The bouncers were so rude to her, that she began to cry.

Normally, I tend to take the side of staff at a venue, especially at a club night that I’ve been going to ever since I can remember. But this is not on.

All those involved in the incident have lodged a complaint- either through writing a letter, or by phoning the venue. If you’ve had a bad experience thanks to the POD security, I advise you to do the same.

Here is the phone number of the POD complex: (01) 4763374
Here is the address: Crawdaddy, Old Harcourt St Train Station, Dublin 2.

This can’t go on, and won’t go on.


Faits Divers, Take Two

December 1, 2008

1. Did you miss our Swopshop? Would you like to see it televised? Good-oh. Go here on Wednesday, at 12:30. We feature on the Culture show- you’ll have to wait about 15 minutes into the show though, so maybe run and make a cup of tea? Don’t worry if you miss it, it’ll be repeated every two hours for a 24 hour period. Also, photos of the night have surfaced on the Rough Gem blog.

2. Do you like Swedish tweepop? I do. So does Erik Hallden. Lucky that, because Swedish tweepop is how he makes his living. He also has swell lyrics like: ‘I may not be Harry Belafonte/But my kisses taste like Del Monte’.

3. Indiecator have made a Christmas record! Oh my yes! A review will follow mid-week, along with a special free track. Until then, have a goosey gander at the specially commissioned tracks from the very top of the Christmas tree.