Saturday, December 25, 2010

Stevie's Christmas 'Stonking' Filler: 'Sick' by Salem

Twas the week before Christmas and in Dublin City, Stevie was trundling through the snow, struggling to shop, and feeling quite shitty. And this brought the inspiration for this week’s stonker. Just as I was close to assaulting a fellow pedestrian on Parnell Street for seemingly sleeping whilst attempting to move through a doorway, snow began to pour down again and ‘Sick’ popped up on my player’s random playlist. Suddenly I was feelin’ Christmassy, which is perverse considering this track is a major downer, a hybrid of durty south beats, even dirtier synths, spooky choral backing, and some dude rapping slowed down or pitch shifted, so it’s barely decipherable. But it made sense at the time; it gave me a bit of swagger to continuing shopping. It’s probably the choral aspect of the song that lends itself to Christmas, but more than likely I picked this track because I’m a contrary and miserable bastard.

Sunday, December 19, 2010

Stevie's Stonkers #2:'Don't Look Back' by Kylesa

Nobody fucking needs two drummers. I don’t care who you the fuck you are. I like Kylesa, I may be growing to love them, but they have two drummers, and they certainly don’t need them. Sure, for a hairy psych sludge metal band outta Georgia that shit may seem pretty cool, would maybe even ...feel like a luxury for them. But a necessity? No. Even for a metal band they’re rhythmically fairly simple. There are heavier tracks on their new record, there are more musically complex tracks, there is more accomplished song writing showcasing their progress as band, but I’ll be fucked if there’s a more air-pummelling-ly satisfying song than ‘’Don’t Look Back’. Four chords strung together, repeated, and I feel like I could take on the world, and like those four thunderous chords the sentiment “Keep moving, don’t look back” may be simple, but it's seriously uplifting blasted into my ears. --Stephen Rogers

Tuesday, December 14, 2010

One More Robot's 20 Best Albums of 2010

Musically it takes every decade a couple of years to settle into the trends that will ultimately define it, but as we attempted to get to grips with the noughties, 2010 soared stealthily with a healthy dose of great music being released weekly. The first complete year of One More Robot’s existence, we invited our music writers to select some of their favourite albums of the past twelve months. Most of them were cut by veterans of the previous decade, re-establishing their relevancy and laying down a “catch us if you can” marker to other bands. There were however, a sizeable amount of debut records to get excited about, and even a couple of warriors from way back in time showing their continuing passion for creating great music. All of which is spread over a wide variety of genres. In fact, the past year was the perfect mix of grit and gravy, and here are twenty of our favourites. Scope the list, read the blurbs but, most of all, listen to the music, because this is what 2010 sounded like.

Born Ruffians
Say It
(Warp/Paper Bag)

Say It retains all the trademark traits that were present on Born Ruffians' stellar debut Red, Yellow and Blue, like the sparse but effective drumming, singer Luke Lalondes chirpy vocals, and an overall feeling of playfulness and fun. But a more scaled back, lo-fi sound gives well crafted pop songs even more room to breathe, such as the confident opener 'Oh Man' and the stomping 'Ballad of Moose Bruce'. First single 'What To Say' is arguably the high point. Beginning slow and ominously, the song quietly blossoms into an uplifting sing-along anthem, and likewise, on Say It Born Ruffians are a band truly blossoming. Refining their sound yet retaining the urgency and catchiness that made their debut so rewarding, it solidifies their position as one of the most exciting young bands today. --Jesse Melia

Broken Social Scene
Forgiveness Rock Record
(Arts & Crafts)

Toronto indie-superstars Broken Social Scene start their second decade of existence with a huge bang. Forgiveness Rock Record is a sprawling, epic album, touching on the themes of betrayal, guilt, romance (both bad and good), redemption and, yes, forgiveness, that have marked their immensely varied and always intelligent pop music thus far. Lead track ‘World Sick’ is a microcosm of the album. It is an epic of rolling crescendos and ethereal vocals, resulting in nothing less than pop perfection. Through the cymbals crashes and chiming guitars, the ethos of the new and improved BSS shines through brightly: gone are the moments of contrition and tendency towards self-indulgence, gone are the deliberately obscure lyrics that obfuscate the meaning within. The new BSS are streamlined and efficient, yet they’ve lost none of the grandiose that defines their best moments. --Alex De Petro

Bun B
Trill O.G.

Trill O.G. split opinion, reigniting that old argument of whether a great album should be defined as a body of work that is sonically and thematically cohesive, or simply just a clutch of awesome songs. This is a record that definitely falls into the latter category. At times Bun even sounds like he is being lead by his various collaborators, as he desperately wanders the hip-hop landscape without his sadly deceased UGK partner Pimp C. For instance, closer 'It's Been A Pleasure' features Drake and could easily have been interchanged with Thank Me Later's final track. But there's not denying that Trill O.G. is a great set. Resembling an all star hip-hop playlist, Bun's ferocious flow is much admired, pulling his famous friends up to his level as they try to match his intensity. Ironically, the album's finest moment comes when he takes the mic solo, on the Steve Below produced one-two of 'Lights, Camera, Action' and 'I Git Down For Mine' that comes at its midpoint.--Dean Van Nguyen

Sleep Forever
(Fat Possum)

Produced by Simian Mobile Disco’s James Ford, Crocodiles’ Sleep Forever is nothing short of a diary of dark thoughts, depression and deeply subdued rage. The opening lines, which introduce us into this world of hazy, electro and scintillating song themes, set us up for the rest of the albums down-and-out, toe tapping look on life; “Something in the way you crucify me/It makes me smile.” This comes straight from opening track 'Mirrors' which, along with 'Stoned to Death', 'Girl in Black' and, the closer/greatest song ever, 'All My Hate and My Hexes are For You', help make up a truly wonderful and endlessly interesting album. --Niamh King

Thank Me Later
(Young Money/Cash Money/Universal Motown)

Drake has had a hell of a year, but with all the glitz propelling his star, its easy to forget what made him take off in the first place. Thank Me Later, his debut album, has sold more than 1 million copies while gaining a considerable critical following. It’s gorgeous, chilly production builds upon the 808s and Heartbreak aesthetic, elevating space and atmosphere into formal aesthetic principles. The album’s expansive, matte-finish production serves to create the perfect backdrop to Drake’s ambiguous ambition. He’s one of the few young artists to grapple legitimately with the downside to fame and good fortune. His real-life tumult lends authenticity and gravity to what would be otherwise empty posturing. Ultimately, Thank Me Later is hip-hop yacht rock, glamorous yet jaded, running on the skittering thrill of how easy everything comes. --B. Michael Payne

The Big To-Do

When Drive-by-Trucker’s co-founder Patterson Hood said that the their eight studio album would be both their most melodic and rockin' in years, it was hard to believe that he could deliver on both promises. But on The Big To-Do, the band strike the perfect balance of fist-pumping rock outs and gentler melodic tunes, simultaneously managing to have a lot more fun than anyone else this year. Put in simply: they're not only as good as their word, they surpass expectations! Bassist Shonna Tucker comes to the forefront more than on previous records, and her slower tunes do captivate, but DBT have always been best when rocking out and the riotous 'Birthday Boy' and 'Get Downtown', both penned by guitarist Mike Cooley, are both instant Trucker classics. --Ronan Hunt-Murphy

Revenue Retrievin': Day Shift/Revenue Retrievin': Night Shift
(Heavy on the Grind Ent./Jive)

It's good when a genius and statesman of a genre goes ahead and tries. On both Revenue Retrievin' albums (Day Shift and Night Shift) 40 water displayed the kind of creativity that put him at the head of the hip-hop game while simultaneously recalling the superhuman material that kept him there. Put the two records together and you've got almost 40 tracks, ranging from reflective tales of sadness to some of the hardest material we heard this year; the records run the sonic and lyrical gambit. A master of slinging almost martian-sounding slang around the toughest slaps, 40 Fonzerelli proves once again that when he does it right, he does it perfect. These records feature almost every single Bay Area rapper that matters (Huslah's rarely sounded better, high praise indeed) and some unbelievable beats courtesy of E40's son Droop-E (his effortless flip of Bjork is breathtaking). Put it all together and 40's livin' up to his maxim: “be about it, or be without it”. --Seán McTiernan

Flying Lotus

“Spacey electronic funk jazz mini-epics”. That was the best I could do when I challenged myself to nutshell LA native Flying Lotus’s new record. As awfully pretentious and gibberish-y as that sounds, trust me when I say Cosmogramma is one of the most captivating, cohesive and exciting records released all year. Tracks here surround virtuoso basslines with skittery beats and schizophrenic beeps and blips. Pulsing, distorted synths segue seamlessly into ambient string-drenched laments, that then somehow find their way to soulful beat-led tracks that Madlib would give his right arm for. It’s a record that moves at a blistering pace, with none of the 16 tracks rising far above the two minute mark. The variety of moods on this record blend so perfectly, and the whole experience becomes so immersive that when one of the most distinctive voices in rock, Thom Yorke, shows up about halfway through singing the refrain “I need to know you’re out there somewhere”, seemingly lost in the expanse of the album, it all just seems to fit so perfectly. Flying Lotus would be called an electronic producer, but it’s obvious a love for the more classical forms of music influence his work too, as the jazz and soul and string drenched numbers show. Cosmogramma is very much a product of the present and the future, with its heart stuck firmly and fondly in the past. --Stephen Rogers

Francis and The Lights
It'll Be Better

The decade of excess it might have been, but the indie rock world spent so much of the noughties scraping the eighties' cannon for influence that little has been left to go around the next generation. But on their full lenght debut It'll Be Better, Francis and The Lights crafted a record that embraced the least tread ground of the decade that keeps on giving. Acts like Paul Simon, Hall & Oats and even Barry Manilow can be heard all over the eight tracks, which utilise light synths and nimble guitar licks to form the light beds on which the pop melodies are gently placed. These melodies are undoubtedly catchy, but the spooky production and Francis' high pitched vocals are almost contradictory, daring the listener to return for repeat listens to unlock each song's charm. Oddly though, opener and stand-out track 'It'll Be Better' is something of a red herring. A tender, stripped down ballad, Francis croons impressivly over the woody drum beat and tuneless guitar. --Dean Van Nguyen

Contact, Love, Want, Have

Ikonika is probably more influenced by her time as a death metal drummer and the video games of her youth than her UK funky compatriots. This doesn't really matter though, as what she's doing to sound is all her own. Floating through genre and structures with amazing grace, Ikonika's songs cross pixelated valleys and sometimes construct some of their own. Abandoning the label 'Dubstep', which is either now over-incestuous chin-stroking or jackhammer novelty-music, Ikonika just makes bass-heavy and beautiful music. Endlessly creative with sound and always willing to take it different places, she's one of the best around at the moment. If there's a hero out there, this isn't his theme music. If there's a heaven, this isn't playing on the speakers. This music is too honest for rubbish like that. This is just beautiful noise, made for dancing, perfected for thought. --Seán McTiernan

Joanna Newsom
Have One on Me
(Drag City)

For her third record, Joanna Newsom created a piece of high art. And like a lot of art, Have One On Me is easier to dissect than to enjoy. Its atmosphere is strangulated and esoteric-sounding because of the precise instrumentation and production. And rather than emphasize structure, rhythm, or melody, the songs composing the album seem concerned only with sustaining their own in-built logic and emotional structure. It's this manic attention to detail that ultimately captivates the listener and wrests the album from the clutches of cerebral self-absorption. For a triple album centered on the private life of a young, Californian woman, Have One On Me presents itself as a captivating listen. With its lavish score and complex lyrics, the listener becomes easily lost in its details. But the album is a map to the center of its creator’s heart. --B. Michael Payne

Justin Townes Earle
Harlem River Blues

2010 was a strange year for Justin Townes Earle. In May, he appeared alongside father Steve on David Simon's hit show Treme (follow-up to The Wire), before being arrested for battery and public drunkenness in September. Between these dates, however, he released his best album to date. Undoubtedly prolific, it's his third record in as many years, but rather than suffering from burnout, Earle only seems to get better which each release. Harlem River Blues is remarkably consistent considering his seemingly filter-less output. Tracks like 'Christchurch Woman' and 'Rogers Park' tread the same ground as classic Americana, with their earthy instrumentation, and Earle's mesmerizing vocals. Taken as an entire set however, and Harlem River Blues easily stand alongside even the best of his dad's work. --Ronan Hunt-Murphy

Kanye West
My Beautiful Dark Twisted Fantasy
(Roc-A-Fella/Def Jam)

An album of the year not only in the sense that the music is absolutely incredible, but that it’s a record that seems to have been trickling out all year long. Every morsel – music, rumours, tantalising info from collaborators - hinting more and more at the genius that Yeezy was concocting in a sunny Honolulu studio in preparation for return from his self-imposed exile. Kanye had taken some well deserved bashing towards the end of 2009, so despite being lauded as one of the greatest talents in hip-hop for the bulk of the past decade; he knew he had a lot to prove. The release of lead single 'POWER' early in the year announced the comeback of Mr. West in brilliantly thunderous fashion, and a collective sigh of relief departed those still invested in the artistic integrity of one of pops great talents. Kanye went terribly modern, announcing the G.O.O.D. Friday releases in August. These were free downloads of tracks he’d been working on with a variety of big names, the quality of which had us all wondering what he could be possibly holding back to release on his upcoming new album. Nothing could have prepared us for My Beautiful Dark Twisted Fantasy however. Even after the leaks and singles we’d heard and the G.O.O.D. Friday tracks that ended up making the record, Yeezy assembled a set of tracks that any rapper, producer, or musician of any persuasion would be envious of. From heartbreaking confessional (‘Runaway’), to straight up beats and rhymes with dazzling guest talent (‘Monster’, ‘So Appalled’), and uplifting epics (‘All of The Lights’, ‘Lost in the World’) this was a record like no other in 2010. Kanye being Kanye though, I know he’ll only try to better it next time, and I can’t wait. --Stephen Rogers


(Black Box Recordings)

The second full-length release from Canadian rapper Shad, TSOL build upon his fine 2008 album The Old Prince but refines the methodical and determined style that has become his trademark. Despite treading similar ground, it’s clear that Shad has gained valuable experience since his last release. His flow has improved, his rhymes becoming tighter and his words, more thought-provoking. Lyrics weave in-and-out of metaphors and similes while the instrumentation and sampling recalls nineties English hip-hop. In a fine year for hip-hop, TSOL stands apart as a record that is both referential and innovative. The sound and imagination of London, England has found a new home in London, Ontario. --Luke Maxwell

Sleigh Bells
(Mom + Pop/N.E.E.T.)

Sleigh Bells seemed like they would be another one-hit blog wonder. Their 2009 song sensation ‘Crown on the Ground’ thrilled many in diverse ways. Its purposeful execution of the listener’s eardrums seemed somewhat sinister until you realize that the song’s catchiness is the reason why you’ve turned the volume up to full-blast. It was a distant prospect to think that Sleigh Bells could sustain that high level of tuneful noise across a full-length release. Treats, of course, shows the band was more than capable to produce exactly thirty-two minutes of perfect pop noise. It’s sui generis approach to pop music makes you wonder why no one else had ever thought to marry girl group vocals with crushing percussion and laser beam guitar riffs. It all sounds so immediately right that it makes everything else sound wrong. --B. Michael Payne

The Soft Pack
The Soft Pack

The only record of the year within the magazine's pages to receive the coveted One More Robot Five Star rating, The Soft Pack's debut album embraces old-fashioned, garage rock for inspiration, with its speedy riffs, snappy drumming and tight-instrumentation. At their best the San Diego four piece recall the sound of The Replacements or even The Strokes, but rather than regurgitating their idols, the band sounds more like the natural progression. Clocking in at a taut 32 minutes, the album itself is wall to wall gems, rolicking along with the giddy energy of a classic debut record. Rarely has such raw talent and youthful exuberance been bottled so skilfully. --Dean Van Nguyen


Spoon have been quietly building their reputation for well over a decade now. Releasing every album to rapturous fanfare from both their fans and critics alike, one would fear that they would become complacent and lose some of their bite this far into their career. Not so. Transference is a gritty, raw album that solidifies Spoon's position as indie rock demigods. Britt Daniels voice can go from tender to throat shredding. It has sharp, choppy guitar playing coupled with fat, teeth rattling bass. 'Written In Reverse' is an amalgamation of all the albums best qualities. Its great, nervy piano drives the song through a desolate wasteland of shattered relationships. The album has something for every Spoon fan. They have the vitality of a newly formed band, yet they retain their well honed sound that has won them over so many fans and is sure to win over many more. --Jesse Melia

Tame Impala

Australia has become something of haven for kids who were first inspired to pick up a guitar by their parents' record collections. The rake of sixties and seventies revivalists to emerge down under have been terribly mixed in quality, with few being executed as astutely as Tame Impala. Their glorious debut album leans heavily on late sixties/early seventies psych rock, but don’t let that put you off. Rather than simply dousing each track with reverb to force that retro feel, the band’s sound feels more organic. The pounding drums, sharp guitar lines, and leader Kevin Parker’s Lennon-esque vocals from a solid base, but the intelligent synth breaks and hypnotic melodies sells the experience. There are so many highlights, but Innerspeaker is an album greater than the sum of its parts, as each track naturally flows into the next, without any obvious dip in quality. Wear their influences on their sleeves they might, Tame Impala don't so much sound like any one particular band, but as a free spirit that could have dropped out of the decade that defined that expression. --Dean Van Nguyen

Titus Andronicus
The Monitor

From Bruce Springsteen to Frank Sinatra, Frankie Vallie and the Four Seasons to The Sugarhill gang, New Jersey has left an indelible mark on the landscape of modern music. Titus Andronicus are a band born in the image of all of these classic artists, who create angry, powerful rock music that transcends geographic location. The Monitor is their attempt at a concept album. It's a sprawling and powerful treatise on the American Civil War. Opening track ‘A More Perfect Union’ is the perfect example of their innovative and potent brand of hearty, homeland rock'n'roll, which kicks off with a segment of an Abraham Lincoln speech that sets the tone for the album as a whole. Complex themes aside, this is a real, old-school rocking album that's just as much about the music as the words.--Alex De Petro

Vampire Weekend

Ezra Koenig and his Ivy-League buddies return for another round of African-inspired pop music on Contra, an admirable sophomore effort from an exciting band. Where their debut, Vampire Weekend, is restricted, Contra is expansive: from the rolling xylo-percussion introduction that leads into chamber-pop strings which are strangely at home in the broad plains of the savannah on ‘Horchata’ to Koenig’s faux-Paul Simon drawl on ‘White Sky’, everything here speaks of a broadening, both in musical freedom and instrumental awareness. Of course, it’s not as fresh hearing these juxtapositions and idiosyncrasies the second time around, but perhaps it’s best to view Contra as a companion album to Vampire Weekend rather than a direct sequel.--Alex De Petro

Sunday, December 12, 2010

Let's Make This Happen!...

Our man Seán McTiernan has pledged to record Nicki Minaj's verse from 'Monster' should he hit the magical target of 300 follows on Twitter by Friday. At time of writing he's only 133 people short. Let's make this happen!

You can follow Seán here

Saturday, December 11, 2010

Stevie's Stonkers #1:'Derezzed' by Daft Punk

Every week until he grows weary of the format Stephen Rogers will be choosing a stonking song of the moment.

Two French DJs who have been pretending to be robots for the past 13 years, revered by critics, musos, hipster indie kids, their peers, and the pop music loving general public. Hired to soundtrack sequel to innovative if dated sci-fi flick, that exists purely due to the current trend of retro revivalist "everything when i was a kid was brilliant" necrophelia. An "evolution" of their electronic sound, because, ye know, there's like, strings and that. The curmudgeonly loner sociopath in me wants to hate Daft Punk and this. Except I like Daft Punk and this. A tantalisingly brief glimpse of the glitchy brilliance of Daft Punk.

Wednesday, December 8, 2010

One More Robot's Top 10 On-Screen Womanisers

We count down 10 of the greatest womanisers to ever grace the small and big screen.

By Jesse Melia, Stephen Rogers & Dean Van Nguyen

10: Sebastian Valmont
As seen in Cruel Intentions

Simple womanising was not enough for Sebastian Valmont. Bored of "sleeping with these insipid Manhattan debutantes" because "nothing shocks them anymore," he and step-sister Katheryn (Sarah Michelle Geller) plot sexual conquests from their Upper East Side townhouse that will destroy the lives of the likes of Tara Reid, Selma Blair, Swoosie Kurtz and Reese Witherspoon. It's his attempts to sleep with the latter that becomes the subject of a bet between Valmont and Katheryn. Lose, and Sebastian will have to give up his beloved sports car. Win, and he will finally bed the conquest of his dreams; Katheryn herself. He dies at the end of the movie, but not before repenting and announcing his love for Reese. But his journal of sexual escapades is copied for all to see, surely inspiring countless other teen womanisers for generations to come.

09: Victor
As seen in The Rules of Attraction

Camden College is a hive of sex and drugs. There is an excuse to party every night. Your actual college work is secondary to the hedonistic pursuit of your next high. In such a battlefield of deviance, you’d have to be pretty formidable to rise above the regular fiends on campus. Victor, while his role in the book and movie version of Rules of Attraction may be notably slim, is unquestionably devastating. Played to perfection by One More Robot wunderkind Kip Pardue, Victor's short screen time burns itself into the viewer's sexual memory bank. The centrepiece of the movie is without doubt his debauched trip around Europe. Victor's non-stop party adventures fly out of the screen at a breathless pace leaving the viewer mildly uneasy and yet very inspired. Victor simply slams beer, does drugs and ravishes women which one imagines Kip Pardue is doing as you’re reading this.

08: Shawn Michaels
As seen in WWE Wrestling

Loads of wrestlers have brought narcissistic elements to their persona, but no one has incorporated actual womanising into their performances like Shawn Michaels. Having won the 1995 Royal Rumble, he earned the right to be escorted down the aisle at Wrestlemania by nineties uber-babe Pamela Anderson and all the sexy promo work that went with it. Not content, ‘The Heartbreak Kid’ dropped her on the night for a younger model, Jenny McCarthy. His first on-screen romance though was with Sensational Sherry (who sang an early version of his famous ring entrance theme), even battling ‘The Model’ Rick Martel for her affections in a “no hitting the face” match, to protect the handsome features required to keep Sherry sweet. Sadly, real life sometimes bleeds into wrestling and Michaels' marriage has restricted his slutting as of late. But if Usher taught us anything it's that a bad divorce can lead to a lot of music about fucking multiple woman, and should Michaels ever find himself single again lets hope he brings the same themes to his art form.

07: James Bond
As seen in Twenty-odd Bond Movies

We would be remiss, nay completely ignorant, in our duties as analysts of all things pop culture if we compiled a list of womanisers that didn’t feature everyone’s favourite Double O (assuming you’re not an insane Sean Bean fan and you actually preferred 006, Alec Trevelyan from GoldenEye). Everyone knows Bond, and everyone knows these things about Bond; he’s a secret agent, he’s British, he’s always got an array of deadly gadgets and beautiful cars to help him in his exploits, and in every movie he is going to sleep with every single legal female he wants to. But c’mon, what else is a red-blooded man going to do in a world populated by women with names like Honey Ryder, Pussy Galore, Xenia Onatopp, and Holly Goodhead!? Even when his conquests don’t have overtly sexual ridiculous names (just straightforward ridiculous names), like Dr. Christmas Jones, they still only existed as a set-up to the punch line when he eventually did ride them – “I thought Christmas only comes once a year.”

06: Vincent Chase
As seen in Entourage

Entourage is a show about the frequent highs and occasional lows of Hollywood fame, and at the centre of this debauched universe is handsome movie star Vinnie Chase. His tousled hair and laid back demeanour coupled with his A list status is irresistible to literally every woman he comes into contact with. We the audience can only sit back and marvel at how, week after week, Chase manages to fall into erotic situations with a plethora of stunning vixens and then discard them on a whim. This is not a criticism. Vinnie is indifferent to pretty much all of the goings on in his life, he gets his business and lifestyle worries handled by the titular entourage while he just sits back and enjoys the seemingly endless stream of maidens. Of course, like all men, Vinnie has been haunted by certain ladies from time to time but he’s always bounced back. His conquests number in the hundreds. He isn’t living the dream. He is the dream.

05: Black Dynamite
As seen in Black Dynamite

Blaxploitation movie's leading men were traditionally the picture of alpha male machismo, so if your going to parody the genre, you better hire an actor with testosterone levels higher than a Black Panther's clenched fist. Enter Michael Jai White and his superfly creation Black Dynamite. In the movie of the same name, our hero's introduction sees him being praised by three naked woman for his sexual prowess before he delivers the immortal line "Shh. Mama, you're gonna wake up the rest of the bitches," revealing two more foxy ladies still slumbering. Spin kicking his way through the movie, Black Dynamite's adventures take him all the way to The White House, defeating Tricky Dick Nixon and leaving First Lady Patricia clutching at his feet, in awe of this ultimate specimen of manhood.

04: Jay
As seen in Various Kevin Smith Movies

Never would I have thought the words “I’ll fuck anything that moves!!” could sound so much like a war cry, a statement of intent, a cry for help, and the idiotic outburst of a boorish moron all at the same time. But coming from everyone’s favourite loudmouth stoner simpleton Jay, from Kevin Smith’s “Jersey” films, it’s just that, and the perfect summation of his character. Jay is more of a womaniser in theory though, as his actual success rate with the ladies is questionable to say the least. He seems to spend more time having his vulgar come-on’s (“Hey lady! You ever get eaten out by a fat man in an overcoat?!”) spurned than he does actually getting lucky. It’s not much of a surprise given the aforementioned foul mouth, and the fact he spends the majority of the rest of his free time hanging around outside the local convenience store selling dime bags of weed to teenagers, and occasionally extolling the virtues of funk legends The Time. These are things most self respecting women would not really look for in a mate, but it’s Jay’s absolute dedication to the ladies (or more accurately a very specific part of their anatomy) that makes him worthy of inclusion. No one chases tail with as much blind naive enthusiasm as Jay. That is something we (men) can all respect.

03: Don Draper
As seen in Mad Men

Don Draper is a deeply troubled individual. He has a haunted past that is always threatening to catch up with him. His life at home, while on the surface is warm and loving, is built on a dangerously flimsy foundation which could collapse at any minute. While he’s the leader of the pack at his workplace, he’s constantly under pressure from scheming underlings and demanding clients. He drinks and smokes constantly. His life is a maze of uncertainty. But one thing is certain; Don Draper can get the ladies. With his slick suits and effortless charm Draper has turned seduction into a sport. Draper's list of conquests is formidable. He’s dominated women of all social statuses and all legal ages. He wants to live a more honest life but he is too much of an alpha male to ever put that plan into action. Maybe one day he’ll be able to settle down, but chances are that will be due to his alcohol induced death, but for now Draper will continue his promiscuous ways, and we will be compelled to cheer him on because regards of his moral flaws.

02: Christian Troy
As seen in Nip/Tuck

Before descending into plot lines involving scientology and serial killers, Nip/Tuck was seen as an important show for its depiction of America's obsession with cosmetic surgery during the pre-economic crash years. Most of the patients portrayed were based on actual procedures that had taken place in real life. Guiding us through this labyrinth of insecurity and vanity was a partnership consisting the talented Dr. Seán McNamara and the morally inept Dr. Christian Troy. For better or worse, plot lines almost always revolved around Christian’s sex life. He would often give free tit jobs in return for sexual favours, or agree to pleasure patients whose surgeries had been botched in return for their silence. Nip/Tuck sometimes alluded to the traumatic childhood abuse he suffered as one reason behind Christian’s seemingly unquenchable thirst for debauchery, but he himself might never discover this as during his one attempt at therapy, he had sex with his counsellor (played by Brooke Shields, of course). But while he had a lot of sex strictly for pleasure, it would often get him into trouble, as he discovered when it was revealed he was the biological father of Dr. McNamara’s teenage son. Indeed, for Christian Troy sex was both the cause of, and solution to, all of his problems.

01: Zapp Brannigan
As seen in Futurama

No one womanises quite as shamelessly, hilariously or as intergalactically as the man with no name, Zapp Brannigan. This velour uniform loving space captain has been a series standout from his first appearance in Futurama. A pitch-perfect parody of Star Trek’s own captain James T. Kirk, the painfully un-suave Brannigan was described by creator Matt Groening as being about 40% Kirk and 60% Shatner, like what would happen if the man himself, William Shatner, had to captain the Enterprise. Zapp is arrogant, narcissistic, and completely incompetent, dedicated to upholding Brannigan’s Law – not that he or anyone one else seems to know what that is. What we do know is that “Brannigan’s Law is like Brannigan’s Love – Hard and fast.”

Zapp is not above launching nonsensical attacks on defenceless alien races to boost his questionable reputation. Like defeating the pacifists of the Ghandi nebula, conquering the Retiree People of the Assisted Living Nebula, or defeating the Killbots in the Auctlian system, forcing them to reach their kill limit by sending wave after wave of men to their deaths. His true goal in all this is simply to get the girls, luring them back to his humble quarters or as he calls it, “The Lovenasium”. Zapp is a bit of a softie at heart though, holding a candle for the spunky cyclopean lady captain of the Planet Express ship, Turunga Leela, after their first encounter resulted in his pathetic efforts to seduce her failing and her then having pity sex with him. Zapp revels in bringing this up in all of their subsequent encounters, as he makes the moves for a repeat performance. Therein is Zapp Brannigan’s core motivation, as he put it himself – “I made it with a hot alien babe. And in the end, is that not what man has dreamt of since first he looked up at the stars?”

Monday, December 6, 2010

Tapes 'n' Tapes

Originally Appears in Issue 5

As the era of downloading only continues to advance, Niamh King looks at how one Brooklyn Record label takes a stand in the name of nostalgia.

Remember the days of hearing a song on the radio, but not knowing what it was? Loving it so much, but never being able to find it again? The excitement you felt when you did hear it again, like meeting up with a friend you hadn’t seen in years. Wanting to share that song with every single person on the planet, because the three minutes spent listening to it were three minutes of sheer perfection. Today when you hear a song you like, you note the lyrics, go home, search, download and, after a few days, can’t bear to listen to the song one more time, never mind share it with anyone. Perfectly manufactured recordings of new “it” artists are passed from person to person in minutes. Within the space of a week they’ve exploded, become part of the zeitgeist, filtered out and eventually are strictly verboten, done, kaput.

This level of instant gratification represents everything that is both right and wrong with the music industry today. More new artists are getting noticed than ever before. But the wide availability of EPs and the readiness at which they are obtainable has destroyed the romance, the indescribable messiness that a love of music used to mean.

Jeremy Earl is the man behind the retro, Brooklyn based, Woodsist Records, a label focused on the distribution of artists recorded on vinyls and cassettes (or in the case of sister label; Fuck It Tapes, exclusively cassettes). To term the label ‘grassroots’ would truly not do it justice. Beginning with just one act (Earls’ own band Woods) Woodsist has grown, acquiring new and eclectic artists as it goes. The home grown feel is only enhanced, as Earl says there are no contracts, only “friendly handshake deals,”.

The sound of a Woodsist record, or alternatively a Woodsist live show, is that of the indistinct fuzziness of mix tapes and nostalgia. Almost like recording a song off the radio, because that was the only way you were going to get your hands on it. Each artist signed to this unique label has the feel of being handpicked and deliberated over. In reality Earls says he signs “whatever bands I’m digging,” at the time. Together artists such as Real Estate, Psychedelic Horseshit and, of course, Woods, gives the label an undeniably diverse sound, ranging from noise pop, to garage rock, to lo-fi and punk.

The modus operandi of Woodsist is, indisputably, a genuine love of music, of any genre. The retro vibe of vinyls and cassettes isn’t about hitting the Hipster trend at its peak, but about genuinely trying to give the world great music in any way that is possible for those involved, the music that people love to hear and love to play, without it being contrived.

Wednesday, December 1, 2010

"Thank God for the rain to wash the trash off the sidewalk."

”He’s a prophet… he’s a prophet and a pusher, partly truth, partly fiction. A walking contradiction.”

Thursday, November 25, 2010

Nicolas Cage Losing His Shit

Nic Cage loses his shit regularly. We like his vicious woman-beating in The Wicker Man gets a section all of its own.

Thursday, November 18, 2010

"How These N****s So One-Track Minded" - Five Female Rappers Who Are Not Nicki Minaj

The only female rapper on planet earth is releasing her album tomorrow. Or so the current climate of musical criticism would have you believe. It's probably more convenient to tell people that a faux-rawkus rapper who has repeatedly stated Drake is a “genius” is the only good rapper with a vagina in the building, certainly makes it easier to take. Blogs must think of ladies rapping the same way most think of the Highlander: there can only be one. This is completely untrue.

As much pious “Nicki is the best thing on 'Monster'” -talk you hear from people who've listened to four rap albums this year, there's still a good chance this could all go Craig Mack on her after people hear how boring most of Pink Friday is (I've heard it). Sure Nicki has that unique delivery that makes some of guest verses pop (which ones do presumably depends on which ghostwriter is available) but when she doesn't go crazy, she can't sustain an album. Just like Craig Mack. And don't get me wrong, I love Nicki's verse on 'Monster' just like I love 'Flava In Ya Ear' (well, 35% as much but I really love that song). It's just I can see the same inability to sustain. I might be wrong, I usually am, but time will tell.

I was asked to do a blog post about “femcees” that weren't Nicki Minaj. This is unfortunate for two reasons. Firstly because all female rap does genuinely seem to be split into those two categories these days. And secondly, “femcee” isn't a word I like and I try to never use it. It's a category that doesn't indicate anything aside from the lack of a penis and regularly acts as an semi-cloaked apology. So this isn't a list of “femcees” or even a list of all good female rappers. Nowhere close, there are a multitude. This is just five ladies who are doing cool stuff right now and whose music may have evaded you.

Jean Grae is better than your favourite rapper and needs you to get out of the way. Any conversation about slept-on MC's that any rap nerd like myself has had in the last 10 years inevitably includes a defeated retread of the "why-isn't-Jean-Grae-famous" conversation. Jean Grae has been effortlessly dropping as sick rhymes as seems humanly possible for longer than it's polite for me to say. She is regularly supplied beats by the peerless 9th Wonder, is her own creature and possesses one of the nerdiest and most wicked sense of humor in the rap game. And you guys still pay her no attention. Shame on you.

She and Pharoahe Monch have been touring a lot recently and they seem like a good fit for each other. And as you probably know, being a good fit for Pharoahe Monch is about the highest compliment you can give a rapper. Her new album Cake Or Death is about to drop and you should pick it up, if only to assuage your guilt for sleeping this long on one of rap's true originals.

Rah Digga is a legend and the legend is back. It's been ten since she last dropped an album but she's back in the game in 2010. I love this song, the flow is amazing and the lyrics are hilarious. Indie music critics who don't actually listen to rap music tend to use this next phrase a lot but this song “is about something rarely touched upon in rap songs”. Still though, name me ten other songs about how grown-ass women need a good song to put on when they get home from work and how they despair when confronted with new rap aimed at the kiddies. You can't not love Rah Digga but she doesn't leave you in any doubt with the swagger she brings to this and the rest of her new album Classic.

Rita J is serious business and this track is a powerful proof of just that. Earnest backpacker rhymes over crazy hooks, delivered with a large whack of panache. Rita J clearly misses the nineties quite a bit, if you do too you'd be best advised to catch up with her with her great efforts in bringing it back.

Eternia is canadian, a lady and white. Despite (and probably because of) this she's a fantastic MC and a great lyricist. Her album with Moss is definitely her best and 32 bars is a great example of her burning a track down like few can. Also, take notice of the multi-lingustic spittin'. She can get a bit earnest at times but I don't know of any Canadian you can't say that about. A class act.

Dessa is a serious artist and a weirdo. But, crucially, she can rap so even though sometimes she dips into a some self-consciously artiness the wide variety of bizarre angles she spits her game from will keep you on your toes at all times. She also regularly drops some incredible late-nineties sounding R&B vocals, far better than the annoyingly tinny and weightless pop vocals that are plastered over the current crop of popular rap. Now Dessa has struck out from her crew Doomtree there's not telling what strange place she's going to take her sound next.

--Seán McTiernan

Tuesday, November 16, 2010

Antony Costa on 'Never Mind The Buzzcocks'

No easy ride here for our favourite Blue member. We ourselves put the city on lock down quite regularly

Tuesday, November 2, 2010

The Record, Art & Game Emporium

One More Robot is now available to buy at the new Record, Art & Game Emporium on Fade Street, where Road Records used to be. It's open Thursdays and Sundays. You can pick up the latest edition and some back issues too.

Saturday, October 30, 2010

John Lennon to appear on British £5 Coin

Just as 'Lennon month' is ending, more great news for lovers of the late, great Beatle. John is to be featured on a limited edition coin having won the Royal Mint's public vote, as part of their 'Great Briton' series. Winning with a huge 92% of the vote, Lennon beat the likes of Jane Austin and Walter Raleigh.

"It's entirely fitting that John Lennon has been chosen by the public in what would have been his 70th year," said Dave Knight, director of commemorative coins at Royal Mint. "The massive proportion of the vote he received shows clearly just how much his untimely death still resonates with the nation."

Monday, October 25, 2010

'Why Can't We All Get Along' by Coppercab

Originally appears in Issue 5

As we know, the internet has given everyone a voice, and while most choose to use this voice for less noble pursuits, one man is using his to scream and shout for gingers everywhere. A bona fide YouTube sensation, Michael AKA CopperCab is 18 years old, christian, ginger and with serious anger management issues. His first video entitled ‘Gingers Do Have Souls’ was a desperate plee to his peers - and the rest of the world - to stop their persecution of red haired people, sprinkled with vicious, unpredictable and often disturbing yelps at his handheld camera. First appearing eight months ago, he’s continued his viral onslought, targetting M.I.A, South Park (who even parodied him in an advert) and his friends and classmates who continue to ridicule him.

While the debate rages on whether CopperCab is actually real, or just some expertly executed comedic hoax, his most recent video will either give doubters extra ammunition, or serve as further evidence that Michael has a slipperly grip on reality. An original compisition, ‘Why Can’t We All Just Get Along’ sees him spreading his message, not though anger and frustration, but through song. “I just want to know why this world can’t go on” he tunelessly croons acapella. A comic masterpiece, or one young man’s descent into mental illness, this is pure car crash viewing. --Dean Van Nguyen

Thursday, October 21, 2010

Spies - 'Liars Call Me King' Launch

Spies, who are featured in our latest issue, are launching their awesome new single 'Liars Call Me King' on Wed, the 27th of Octoboer at The Workman's Club. €5 at the door; it's well worth a look.

Sunday, October 17, 2010


Originally Appears in Issue 5

In each issue Declan Aylward dives head first into the weird and wonderful world of the web, and reports back with his findings.

Geek Food

A show about cooking for geeks? But that’s just frozen pizzas and Meanies right? Not according to Scott and Kim Johnson, presenters of the revamped Geek Food podcast. The geek in question is definitely Scott, who asks the dumb questions we are all thinking while Kim does the actual cooking. There’s a bit of an American focus, with lots of stuff coming from Costco, but Tesco probably works as a substitute on this side of the pond.

Now presented in glorious video, as opposed to its humble beginnings as a painfully hard to follow audio podcast, Geek Food has joined the proud ranks of the FrogPants network, bringing it to a whole new audience of vitamin starved geeks. So check out their site on FrogPants or subscribe via iTunes and you’ll never be stuck for munchies during a Buffy the Vampire Slayer marathon again.

The MMOrgue

Everybody and their grandmother has a World of Warcraft account at this stage and massively multiplayer online games are starting to edge away from the neckbeard and glasses market towards a more mainstream demographic. That’s why it’s so great to find a site like the MMOrgue, to remind us all that no matter how many beer swilling Halo jocks create a Death Knight named TeabAgGer_09 and bunny hop their way through Azeroth, there are always a group of hardcore nerds prepared to wax lyrical on the in-depth minutiae of the game and the industry.

The MMOrgue’s writers are actual gamers, which makes it a great source of unbiased news about the MMO scene; since most of the news about any particular game comes directly from the developing company and its lackeys, making it about as trustworthy as a shifty eyed fox in a dirty mackintosh. Articles are well written, without any of the flame and fearmongering of gamer message boards, and show a pretty impressive level of knowledge about the inner workings of the gaming industry, so the MMOrgue can fast become your way to sound more knowledgeable about a topic not that many people care about.


If you have ever played a video game and don’t know who Mike Krahulik and Jerry Holkins are, then you have officially failed at the Internet. Never fear though citizen, One More Robot knows and is here to drag you kicking and screaming into the light. The two genius creators of the Penny Arcade webcomic and founders of PAX, one of the biggest gaming conventions in the United States, have become something of an institution in the gaming world, a fact that has become even more noticeable with the launch of their internet ‘television station’, PATV. The flagship show, Penny Arcade: The Series is that rare beast: a reality television show that doesn’t suck. In truth it’s more of a fly-on-the-wall documentary about the people at Penny Arcade and manages to be funny and sweet without making anybody want to vomit. Blamimation is the only other show currently running. It’s a series of animated shorts that will make any game fan laugh out loud. Scott Kurtz and Kris Straub won a Richter Award for the series but it hasn’t gone to their heads and the humour is self defacing and cheerily caustic.

Thursday, October 7, 2010

We Can Take You Higher!

Replacing the less snappy, albeit bang-on accurate "Analysing Pop Culture", our new tag line "We Can Take You Higher!" is inspired by that old-fashioned west coast revivalist The Game. It's a pretty good song. Here's a fan video with lots of bouncing cars.

Wednesday, October 6, 2010

One More Robot - Issue 5

Featured Articles

Dublin's Sonic Boom!
Our team hand picks their favourite Dublin acts right now, proving than on a global scale, our little city is holding its own.

Money For Nothing and Your Chicks For Free

Like many other countries there are a wide variety of grants and initiatives available to fledgling bands. Many are just unware they exist.
by Ian Maleney

Rebecca Mayes: Audiogamer
Musician and gaming fanatic Rebecca Mayes talks about how she’s become the hottest
thing in computer game-themed folk music
by Declan Aylward

Also Includes

Axl Rose's Appetite for Destruction
Brendan O’Dowd charts the GnR frontman’s often temptestuous relationship with his fans.

Rage Against the (Hollywood) Machine Derek Owens counts down his top 5 celebrity tantrums.

Tapes 'n' Tapes Niamh King discovers a record label so retro they put out their releases on cassette tapes.

More cherry picked intenet sites from Declan Aylward.

The Exodus of Steve Jobs The road to the top wasn’t totally smooth for the Apple kingpin, as Laura O’Brien discovered.

The Show Box Karen Byrne’s tips on office etiquette.

Half Nelson Jason Robinson on why Swingers has stood the test of time.

& More

Sunday, September 26, 2010

The Return of My Best Buddies‏

I've had a longstanding relationship with Weezer, and during my formative years they were by far and away my favourite band. I felt, like many others I'm sure, that their debut record Weezer and its sequel Pinkerton were written specifically for me. Rivers Cuomo's struggle with dating and fitting in was the same as mine, and while Weezer daudled on making a follow up, I listened to Pinkerton over and over. Such was the affecting nature of the albums' lyrics and melodies that it became something of barometer for other records. Other albums would often compare unfavourably to Weezer's sterling effort. This was not only true of other bands' releases but of Weezer itself.

Like many fans I was pretty excited when the band came out of a lengthy hiatus with The Green Album, but excitement soon gave way to disappointment when the content of the album boiled down to little more than a turgid verse-chorus-verse-solo-chorus structure repeated over and over again. The solos often matched the vocal lines in their plotting and the album had none of the raw emotion or heart that distinguished Pinkerton from its alt-rock contemporaries. Weezer eventually settled into an almost annual schedule of album releases, none of which possessed any genuine lyrical or musical content. These albums express a desire on the part of Cuomo to grasp at a life that he never had. With each subsequent record he tries harder and harder to express himself as a college brat. This trend not only comes off as disingenuous but also sad.

The performance of newer Weezer records has also been uninspiring. Though there are moments of Pinkerton-esque songwriting they are quickly extinguished by incipid melodies or lyrics. It is unsurprising then that with their latest release Hurley Weezer have had to shop for a new record label. This rattling-of-cages has seemingly worked wonders on the band, the new record recalls much of what made Pinkerton a great record. It's an honest look at Cuomo's current failures and past successes. Of the regular albums' 10 tracks 'Run Away' is the standout song. It has very similar instrumentation to that present on Pinkerton i.e. sloppy instrumentation. This haphazard style emphasizes the emotion in Rivers's voice, an emotion that has been lacking in recent years. I'm pleased to see it again, it's as if a childhood friend is back in town, helping me out and sharing experiences with me again. --Luke Maxwell

Wednesday, September 22, 2010

8-Bit Blips

Laura O'Brien's article '8-Bit Blips' that first appeared in issue 4 is now available via her portfolio website.

Nostalgia makes everything beautiful. It doesn’t matter how tough times were, you can always recollect moments of childhood bliss. Any owner of a videogame console can attest to this, be it creating something wonderful on your ZX Spectrum, reaching that giant pill and turning the tables on your ghostly nemeses or showing Bowser what-for and saving the elusive princess. Today’s games may have awe-inspiring visuals, well written plotlines and more intricate levels of gameplay, but the games of yesterday had a certain charm about them that is hard to let go of. So much so that a whole generation of musicians, artists and filmmakers have drawn inspiration from the videogames they played as youths.

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Tuesday, August 31, 2010

The Indecent Cigar Emporium & Spies

Some images from our gig night last week. Taken by Aidhán MacCionnaith. Click to enlarge


The Indecent Cigar Emporium

Monday, August 16, 2010

Have You Seen It? #1: Brick (2005)

Brick is a film that toys with its audience, it is a piece with deception at its core. Indeed, it is easy for the viewer to be mislead by the fast-talking, hard boiled surface that the film so readily presents. The dialogue throughout is determined and deliberate, not much is given away by the excessive slang and doublespeak that constitutes much of the dialogue. Yet, this surface of pastiche and parody hides beneath it an intense and poignant tale of love and loss, the story sees the protagonist, Brendon, transgress a number of emotional trials. These trials are presented as the various obstacles that Brendon must overcome to uncover the mystery behind his ex-girlfriend’s untimely death.The noir-ish nature of the dialogue and plot when set against the film’s suburban setting remind us that while the stakes are high, the core of the narrative is Brendon’s struggle to overcome his recent break-up with Emily. The film intentionally obscures this fact and in doing so illustrates the confusion that comes from times of great emotional trauma. Film noir so often leaves the viewer with an unsatisfactory ending, our expectations are undermined by a protagonist’s death or a mystery left unsolved. Any amount of ambiguity surrounding Brick’s ending should not leave the viewer frustrated, we have travelled with Brendon, and witnessed his trials. He is left in a tranquil state of meditative satisfaction at the film’s close, and while the plot may be unwieldy at times and the message behind the parody somewhat confusing, Brick gives us a view into the teenage thought process that is both intriguing and refreshing, not to mention, unforgettable. --Luke Maxwell

Wednesday, August 4, 2010

Acoustic Gold

Chris Familton's article Acoustic Gold from Issue 3 is now available via his blog Doubtful Sounds.

Unlike many other musical trends and genres, folk music never disappears and new artists are consistently emerging. Chris Familton discusses the history of the genre and why it never goes out of fashion…

You may not find many hardcore hip hop fans listening to folk music, or vice versa, but the connections between the two genres are closer than most people would think. The reality is that folk has been as cutting edge a musical medium as hip hop and in its heyday, the blues.

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