Rubicks "Actress Model"

This shit is hectic. At well shy of the three-minute mark, "Actress Model" (mp3) comes across with the dire urgency of a late-night/early morning cell phone call triggered by a megawatt celeb sighting at a sweaty club. Mutated sirens compete for precious space with squelching dancefloor bleeps, screeching guitar and, most gloriously, the frantic, breathless vocals of Vanessa Redd, who's singing like she's running down a sidewalk, shoes in hand, chasing the last cab in the entire city. As for the woman in question, Redd is adamant that, simply, "she knows what she's got to do." There's something poignant and pragmatic about that phrase, how it acknowledges personal agency and control, while completely disregarding outside opinion. It's a queen-move, and it resides at the opposite end of the glam-image control-spectrum from Roxy Music's "Ladytron." And it ends the only way it can, by just collapsing on itself from exhaustion.

Rubicks' debut album In Miniature comes out on Sharp Attack Records, a label that may or may not have its own website, on August 14. Rubicks' website here. Myspace here.

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ELSEWHERE: There are cats that look like Hitler dying for your attention. Go here to see them. My favorite is this little anti-Semitic feline. Mel Gibson's cat was not available for comment no I did not just say that.

AND: Pete's at the video thing again, this time with a short feature Margot & the Nuclear So and So's. By the way, if you haven't seen the Final Fantasy performance yet, take a minute and reward yourself. You deserve it.

AS WELL AS: A charming account of a recent Buzzcocks show from FiL at Pogo-a-Gogo:

And what of FiL, standing there in his appropriate spot? Well, a man of his age ought to be careful, you know. Standards and propriety and all that. He's got to drive home. And has work the next day. Besides, remember what happened at the last Buzzcocks gig he went to.

Well, FiL acted his age for about two-thirds of the gig. Then he couldn't stand it any more and went onto the floor.

Into the sweaty heat.

And he pogoed his old heart out. A go-go.