Ok, so we Brits are well known for making mountains out of death molehills (still mortified on behalf of my fellow countrymen’s ridiculous panto grief at Diana), and we do so love a conspiracy theory (read any front page of The Daily Express newspaper and you’d be forgiven for believing that Lady Di was offed by a combo of Arabs and paps / isn’t dead at  all but living in bliss with Dodi on a private island anchored to Elvis’ backlot), but the Jacko mania sweeping LA at the mo is threatening to put our paltry grey attempts at sensationalism deeper in the shade than Heather Mills’s career.

Having been in LA for over a week, and actually being moments away from UCLA on the day he was admitted, I’ve been more than well placed to witness the emerging theories and mongering at source.

OK, the dude was already on his last legs – did you see the nick of him at the online conference to announce his UK dates? Why can’t you accept that he was jiggered, knackered, riddled with drugs and absolutely beat by the relentless treadmill of his life and treatment by the very same clowns who are now filling our screens 24/7 with their simpering obits and fawning appraisals.

So ‘devastated’ are these news channels, that they’ve resorted to creating ridiculous theories about his final hours, hounding the poor doctor who was with him at the time of death and trotting out sorry assed career losers claiming to have the inside track on Jacko’s state of mind before his departure.

Can anyone explain why we need to hear Miley Cyrus’s thoughts on his passing? Why the promoters from the UK concerts could possible be interested in offing him? Why Kendra and her new reality show are allowed to have an opinion? And why there seem to have been 24 hour Jacko channels set up to ‘honour’  his name and shift advertising.

The man had a dodgy end to his career, but is that really a good enough reason to profit by association after he’s gone?  The view from where I’m sat in LA is not celebratory, but maudlin and tawdry. Let him rest in peace and MOVE ON guys…….

oh – and bets are open on how long liz taylor will stick around now….. nice.

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Merlins- wow, a band with some guts, alot of talent and a momentum that is hard to resist! If you are looking for some classy rock, that singalong quality and a load of lush guitar, look no further. Find out what all the airplay and fuss is about, allow me to introduce the rather beautiful Merlins:

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Flyposter are BIG fans of new single ‘Shake it’

Merlins mission:

Merlins are a band from East London, they’re regulars on the East London music scene. The name Merlins is inspired by the British Lancaster bomber, which was powered by 4 Rolls Royce ‘Merlin’ Engines. Luckily this roaring 4 piece are only interested in bombing the world with their music- phew.

Their guitar fueled sound is filled with energy, passion and an overdose of singalong melodies, delivered with the excitement and drive of a powerful live act.

Having written two albums worth of killer material, Merlins are here, and ready to set the world on fire. To quote the late, great Bill Hicks ‘Sing from their fucking hearts’…

Dont miss out- see Merlins – put these dates in your diary:

Friday 5th June 8.30pm

Zigfrid Von Underbelly

11 London Rd, Hoxton Square, London, CR7 7, UK

Wednesday 24th June 8.00pm

The Boileroom

13 Stoke Fields, Guildford, GU1 4, UK

If you get to see them live- let us know what you think! Email us at flyposter@mevio.com!!!

Sav Campbell on lead vocals & acoustic

Mike Palmer on Guitars and other noises

Joe Holweger on Electric Bass

Craig Bacon on drums

The whooollleee interview with Mercury Rev, GrassHopper, Jeff and Jonathan…

Mercury Rev Biography…

Jonathan Donahue (vocalist/acoustic guitar)
Grasshopper (moth-light guitars, clarinet)
Jeff Mercel (drums, piano, keyboards)
Dave Fridmann (bass explore)

Although the members of Mercury Rev initially came together to record soundtracks for experimental student films and to make tapes for friends, the band from rural upstate New York would become one of America’s most successful experimental groups.

Mercury Rev’s 1991 debut became a favorite in Great Britain.

The Melody Maker and the Independent, hailed the album as one of the year’s best.

Mercury Rev survived the odds of personal conflicts to go on and record a list of acclaimed albums through the 90s, including 1998’s Deserter’s Songs, the group’s best-seller.

In 1999 interview with the L A Times, Donahue remarked “There’s a lot of emotions tied up in the record…We went through a few tough years. It’s just a very genuine, honest record. You can’t buy that or fake it in the studio.”

Mercury Rev have finally made their ‘great life-cycle album’. MERCURY REV have finished recording a brilliant new album, SNOWFLAKE MIDNIGHT which will be released on September 29, 2008.

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 Atop The Old Blue,  Shoreditch, Gill catches up with Micachu the unusual poptastic lady with her home made instruments- its a bit like a ukulele with a spare wire dangling down, hmmm, but pretty cool stuff…

Now there are many folk whose love for the sainted MBV knows no bounds….And then there are the fans who combine this love with an equally OTT love of loud music….Sadly, when these two loves combine, as they did for many at MBV’s recent gig at London’s Roundhouse, you witness the evolution of a phenomena unique to the Shields’ followers and children at the scat stage of their development…For so loud was the sound coming from the stage at the gig, that its properties were loosening every spare screw, bolt, filling and, er, sphincter in the house.Yet, such was the rabid devotion of some fans that despite the sonic vibrations emanating from the stage serving as a bowel loosener, and its’ inevitable effects, most of the fans chose to stay put for the whole gig, merely frugging at their baggy arsed jeans uncomfortably until the very last song of the set before dashing out to the toilets to try and claw some dignity back from the bomb blast in their trousers.Those fans who weren’t reduced to retching, gurning freaks by the sheer scale of Kevin Shields’ sonic vision were happily reduced to the same status thanks to what is now known as ‘the brown noise’……