MGMT at the Horse Stadium

You know the best thing about the 60’s?
They’d never heard of “Classic Rock.”

TISM, Garbage.

A couple of Fridays ago I was sitting in the food court at KL Sentral, kind of on my way back home from visiting Batu Caves with Stono Caves (for non-Malay/Indonesian speakers, google translate “batu” to get full effect), though since the food court at KL Sentral isn’t really on my route home from there, I’m not sure if I was actually going home or not. Anyway, I got a text from my friend saying she had two free complimentary tickets to the MGMT concert that night.

I’ve never actually listened to MGMT except for that Kids song. And maybe even then it was only in the form of a few different dubstep remixes or when it was sampled in some hip hop song that I saw one morning when I was sitting in bed watching Video Hits or whatever the Channel 10 music video on a Sunday morning is called. Or maybe it was the Channel 9 one. I’m not sure, all I know, is that I don’t do that often enough – lie in bed and watch Video Hits, but I can’t do that where I am now anyway so its not worth thinking about. So anyway, even if I had heard it or not, I had a general idea of how one MGMT song sounded. I figured if that one song can be generalised to a full set of music then it shouldn’t be too bad and maybe even interesting.

That, plus the fact that many of my friends were going and apparently it was seen to be quite an important event on the KL hipster – albeit a much more tame ‘mainstream’ hipster – calendar so how could I say no to free tickets to that?

Turns out I was really wrong about the ability to generalise that one song to a whole set of music. It isn’t a representative sample at all. None of the rest of their songs sound anything like it. The rest of their songs are in this sort of ‘sixties’ style, kind of like Jet but with more synths and ‘psychadelic’ bullshit – so I guess MGMT is the Lucy in the Sky With Diamonds to Jet’s Eleanor Rigby or Let it Be or some shit. I don’t know, its been a long time since I’ve actually listened to the Beatles so i’m not really qualified to make such analogies but I think you know what I mean.

I just find it really hard to tolerate the ‘sixties’ thing in 2011. Whether it be MGMT, Jet, Wolfmother, or whoever else does that shit. Though of course this feeling isn’t only toward these bands doing ‘sixties’ stuff. Another example is punk bands doing it too. Punk bands doing the ’77 sound or the ’80s hardcore sound or the ‘Japanese d-beat’ sound or the ‘Scandinavian crust’ sound or ‘take your pick from whatever decade or wave or sub-genre that’s been done a million times before already’ sound. As one of my fellow comrades in intolerance said when I talked to him about this “I feel as if we’re regressing and that makes me little sad”.

So after a few songs, I just sat down and went back to cleaning my eyes.

New Number New Blog


New blog.

For older angsty blog that may or may not get used again:
Molotov Hearts

For new angsty blog that hopefully will get used again:
It’s this one.

I don’t have much of a purpose for this blog except for an excuse to practise translating my brain into words, to feel like I’m not missing out on adding to the accumulation of shit on the internets and so I get noticed by the editors of Shock & Awe zine and get invited to write something for them.

Luka Kita is the name of a song by the Indonesian anarcho-punk band Marjinal. In Malay/Indonesian, Luka Kita would mean something like “Our wounds” or “Our pain”. A main lyric of the song is “Tunjukkan bahwa kita semua bersaudara / luka mereka luka kita semua” which (according to Google Translate – I can’t be bothered doing my own translation) translates to something like “Show that we are all brothers (sic) / their wounds are hurt us all”. I guess you get the general idea.

But, Luka is also my name, sort of. My (Italian) name is Luca, but I don’t think my Australian friends knew that there is no ‘k’ in the Italian alphabet when they started writing my name as ‘Luka’ – which I kind of like because it gives the name this Italian/Australian/Malay hybrid kind of feel. So Luka Kita can also mean “Our Luca”. As in, a Luca that is shared by all of us, or as in the parental lament: “What are we going to do about our Luca?”

I’m twenty-one tomorrow. So, new number, new blog.