Posts Tagged ‘music’

Shampoo

Posted: June 28, 2017 in Fudgecrumpet
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Right then, this blog post was supposed to be easy. One of my many spurious PR contacts got in touch offering me some shampoo to review just about the point I was writing the A to Z list that I’m now tied to.

That review sample never showed up, and I’ve already cheated once on this thing, changing Quantum Leap to Quest. So, Shampoo. What else could I write about Shampoo.

Oh, I know, I’ll listen to their entire (as much as I can find on Spotify) back catalogue and tweet about how fun and exciting that could be.

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Right then, time for a couple of quickie reviews, just to pass the time while the kids are in dance class and I have nothing interesting to talk about. (In real life, I’m still waiting for my daughter to be born, currently 5 days late emerging from Gem’s party zone, feels like it’s been 3 weeks since Saturday)

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In other news, I also had a haircut.

First off, TechElec’s SP-X ¬†Sweatproof Bluetooth Headphones. (more…)

It’s been a while since I’ve reviewed some headphones. So long in fact, I bet you even forgot I have ears.
Well I do have ears and these earphones are currently in them, providing noises, and also stopping the noises of the outside world from going into my ears because the outside world isn’t as good as my favourite podcasts.

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So, here are the Brainwavz BLU-200 bluetooth earphones. Yeah, they look awesome.

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Hey peeps, do you like beer? Do you like Tequila? Do you like Tequila beer? Then you’ve probably already heard of Desperados, the tequila flavoured beer that makes my missus turn into a giggling mess halfway up the stairs. Well, the lovely folk at Desperados, along with UKF are launching CityHack, a competition opportunity for DJs, artists, promoters, designers and general creative folk, giving YOU the opportunity to throw massive, unique parties in one of three UK cities.

Here’s a video about it, watch that…
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In which a hairy millionaire tramp demands we send money to this year’s trendy cause… anyway, here’s  a lyrical parody. Now go and donate some money to a proper charity.

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Bob Geldof’s here – and theres no need to be afraid,
There’s Bono too, with sunglasses in the shade.
And in their world of plenty, they’ve got all their famous mates.
To make another song,
It’s Band Aid Time.

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Well, I promised you reviews of awesome stuff, and I rarely, if ever fail to deliver. So here you go.

The August M425 Bluetooth Speaker.

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Hello. How are you? You look clean.
Well, not for long, as festival season is upon us, like a peregrin falcon with a roll of carpet underlay. Confusing? Yes, but not for long now you have this handy well informed guide to help you out at Galsterbury, Ledes, Reeding and Woodstonk this Summer.

A music festival is basically an inside out radio in the mud, where all the people who live in your wireless and make musical noises come to life on a structure of boxes and metal with lights and that and sing slightly worse than they normally sound while a bunch of students, dirty people and people who have money to waste stand nearby making noises and inhaling drugs and booze.

Each festival tends to have one or two bands that you’ve heard of, accompanied by eighty-five thousand bands you’ve never heard of with names like Pont√© Quelimo, David’s Neck and Florence and the Machine. These bands tend to play the sort of music you hear when you accidentally electrocute your ears.

Festivals are a fantastic place to obtain, and use drugs of all kinds. I knew someone once who managed to ‘score’ a whole bottle of Calpol along with a packet of Halls Soothers and a lollipop that was also a whistle. Good times.

It always rains at festivals because the festival-goers’ manic dancing acts as a rain dance. Sometimes it is so muddy, people have to buy wellies and hats. Bad times.

Festivals are notoriously bad for the quality of their toilets. I find that using such horrible facilities can be prevented by doing a big poo and a wee before you go and then not eating or drinking anything and being paranoid that someone will see your bits if you take your trousers off. Of course, this can be disastrous, but I find wrapping the bottom of the trouser legs with duct tape prevents any accidental spillage.

Some people like to use a festival as an opportunity to do some camping. These people are fucking idiots.

And that is my guide to festivals. Feel free to share your experiences with anyone who don’t scream at you to shut the fuck up, as all festival-goers are known to do.