The Peanut Gallery! They review movies!
[Michael Bay] clearly listened to his fanbase for this sequel. While the first Transformers movie is deliberately filmed from the prospective [sic] of the humans unfortunate enough to be beautiful females and rugged males caught in the bizarro world war zone, Transformers 2 rears the cameras back a few hundred feet and tells the story from scale of the Autobots and Decepticons.
In related news: Robot Chicken presents: Baysplosions!!!
It warms my heart, no doubt about it, to read the uplifting words of people who don’t take themselves so seriously that their intelligence was grossly insulted by Transformers: Revenge of the Fallen.
So, here’s a link to the webcomic Least I Could Do. They’ve written a brief review of ROTF called “Film Elitism”. Plus, there’s an awesome quote from hilarious geriatric Jetfire at the end.
BONUS: Awesome band the Galvatrons point out: Optimus Prime will be life size on IMAX screens in many of the forest fight shots.
Sweet.
Dear members of the Galvatrons;
Please return to Brisbane. Soon. While you’re here, you can do a gig with awesome local act Tycho Brahe, so my head can explode into candy and rainbows from the sheer awesomeness of it all.
Sincerley;
Angell
P.S. Who does your cover art? They rock.
Okay, I think if I make anymore mentions of @thegalvatrons on twitter, I might justifiable be accused of attention whoring. But this shit, seriously, is too good not to talk about.
In other awesome music news: VNV Nation’s Of Faith, Power, and Glory is out. I picked that up on Monday while I was at the record store*. Had a listen to that this morning, then went back to listening to the Galvatrons.
So, in light of my continuing fangasm over the Galvatrons, I think that The First Starfighter should definitely be in the next release of Guitar Hero. There’s an awesome guitar solo bit that I think would make for some fancy fretwork.
Tangent: I wonder if the people who wrote and/or perform these sweet riffs get insulted when their songs are used for Guitar Hero. I mean, on one hand it does suggest (note my use of the word suggest) that your song is one of those that define the rock genre. On the other hand, all that really hard work you do as a guitarist has just been rendered into a collection of coloured-button-mashing that bears little resemblance to the actual skill of playing a guitar.
* Yes, an actual, factual, record store. Rockinghorse Records on Albert street in the city. They sell awesome stuff, and do a hearty trade in vinyl.
I wanted to blog to you all about how awesome Laser Graffiti by the Galvatrons is, but I just don’t know what to say.
Like all good things, I found out about the Galvatrons by accident. Last week, I ducked into a nearby music store and bought the soundtrack to the recent Transformers movie (I don’t recommend it, sorry – uh, the album that is, the movie rocked), and tucked inside the case was a small insert advertising the free download of Robots are Cool, by the appropriately named Galvatrons.
Free music? Free music about robots? Free music about robots by a band called Galvatrons? Actually, you had me at free music, but it’s all good.
Their debut album, Laser Graffiti (have I mentioned that the name of the album is Laser Graffiti? Laser Graffiti, it’s the name of their debut album), came out last Friday. It just so happened that they were also performing in my home town that day, and DAMMIT! I’d already made plans. Hindsight being what it is, I should have gone to the gig, then I could have been blogging about the awesome gig I went to on the weekend, instead of half-coherent blathering about how you should BUY THIS ALBUM.
I never spent much time learning about music, genres, or anything like that. I know what I like, and I listen to it. When someone says “hey, listen to this”, I do. That makes music I enjoy really hard to describe. To me, Laser Graffiti sounds like it popped right out of a time capsule from the 80s.
Think The Who. Think the Screaming Jets. Think Van fucking Halen.
Listening to this album, everything about their music evokes great 80s rock: the guitar work, the composition, even the lyrics. We’re not talking that kitschy trash 80’s that I love so much, we’re talking Byran Adams in the Summer of ‘69. This album begs to be turned up and played loud.
Robots are Cool
and so’s this band.
